#trust me ive been doing this for 15 years

[magerites]

One thing they don't tell you about customer service is how effective silence is as a deescalation tool.

Silence makes people either think or talk to fill the space, and either can be detrimental for a customer who knows they're being a dick.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[sillysugargliders]

I cant not talk about this after seeing this post lmao:

Red darkstalker incident.

For those not in the know, darkstalker is the main antagonist for arc 2 in the Wings of Fire book series. He also has his own book from his perspective that is widely received as the best book in the whole series (and id agree lol, its really good)

So safe to say, he has a TON of fans and people fighting so many battles out there. But this one, I was on the front lines

I was maybe 13 when I was in a server for a MAP (multi animator project) and in the off topic art channel, and posted my design for darkstalker

(Marvel at 13 year old me's art lol)

So another participant comes in, YELLING AT ME, all offended over the fact that I made him red, and not blue, because thats not his canon design.

I do not believe his colors are detailed like that in any of the books. The only indication that hes "blue" is the cover of his book

So tiny me upset about this and goes to talk about it in a different server that had a few friends and acquaintances in there. So to explain the situation, i took a screenshot. This was a fatal mistake. Because one of the members gets more offended by it than me and notices the name of the server, finds it, and raids it, all to attack this person that yelled at me. I was begging them not to, they broadcasted the whole thing I kept telling them to stop, but there was no use. Everybody went in to tell this person off, then leave.

The MAP host was not happy. I tried to convince them that I did not ask for this to happen or incite this, but I don't think they ever believed me because i dont believe we ever talked again lol 😭

Anyways, it was a whole ordeal that was NOT fun and lead to me leaving the fandom for a while. But looking back on it, its kinda funny to me. So now, in honor of my stress at the time, I will forever make him red

live laugh love wings of fire fandom

Alright I'm reorganizing my tags and am curious now.

What's the craziest/funniest fandom drama you've ever been involved in or witnessed?

[onlydemonz]

Beneath The Surface || TWD x Fem!Surgeon!Reader

A/n: Before more information about this fanfic is revealed, I'd like to mention that this fanfic is the ENTIRE “The Walking Dead” series. Starting at the very beginning before season 1 when Rick is shot. Each book is a season and each episode is a chapter. I’m rewriting something that’s already been made, but adding you, the reader inside. Basically changing the story altogether into a kind of massive porn with plot.  You are the center of attention for quite a few different men but this is more of a Rick X Reader. Most likely some Daryl too.  Might be some fallin’ in love. I don't know how long this series will be, but every chapter so far has LOTS of words. It was made completely out of enjoyment. It's very fun to write and I hope it’s very fun to read. Summaries are teasers. There’s so MUCH MORE happening in these chapters, trust.

p.s. You have specific outfits tailored to the character you currently are. I'm not sure if that would be self explanatory but I was thinking of allowing ya'll to just figure out what your wearing but makes it easier on me just to design an outfit instead. Don't worry you're not wearing horrible clothes as you are a boujee bitch <3

18+! Adults ONLY!

Chapter One Summary: You are, [First/Name], [Last/Name]. A 24 year-old surgeon with a deep dark rooted secret in a small town hospital in Georgia. The best in the business. Knowing your worth, you are very into yourself. You don’t follow rules nor do you obey laws (except for medical ones. Sometimes.) A troublemaker turned surgeon. A damn good one, though. One day, a cop is rushed to your hospital. You are quick on the job and perform surgery on him. After resting for a while, you check up on the patient. However, you realize he might be in a coma.

Word Count: 6,294

Chapter One Content/Warnings: hurting your pretty lungs with cigarette smoke, age gap, drugs, strong language, violence, Boujee Egotistical Reader, slow burn (if anymore should be added for this chapter, please let me know)

Chapter One - Before The Fall

Harrison Memorial Hospital

About a Month Before

You lean against the outer wall of the ‘Harrison Memorial Hospital Emergency Entrance’, taking a deep drag of your Marlboro Gold cigarette. There’s a sign right above you, warning you to not smoke 15 feet within the property or be faced with fines. As if that’d scare you out of your smoke break, the toxic narcotic tar is filling your pretty lungs and harboring your actions as you inhale the fumes. Closing your eyes, your mind begins to wander as you pleasantly savor the taste of the cigarette.

A  memory fades into your brain as you exhale a puff of smoke. The other day, while tending to a random patient, something strange happened. This particular patient had just gotten back from a business trip in France, falling ill shortly after returning from his corporate mission.

The man mentions that after settling into his home and finally relaxing, he hoped  it’d just pass. Using do-it-yourself remedies, which did nothing after all. His condition worsened in your care as you observed his symptoms. Profusely sweating buckets. He needed several blankets even though his temperature was through the roof. The man insisted that it was a cold but everything about his condition told a different story. When you’d ask him how he felt he’d say, “S-sitting in fuckin’ Antartica with n-nothin’ on but my damn trousers. That’s how I f-fuckin’ feel..” His jaw chattering, old orangish-brown plaque buildup on his teeth.

As the hours passed, his face turned ghostly white. He wouldn’t eat;  had an IV in him most of the time, but when you came back to check up on him, he had faded away. Died. Nothing was going. Just like that. 

You had never seen such a live decomposition before. Once you removed the blanket around his body to see if he had bruises of any kind, he was basically skin and bones by that time. In fact, you hadn't notice before but your eyes caught his veins protruding and pushing through his skin. Almost like they were inflamed and pulsating. Are…are they moving? You thought to yourself, your eyebrows lifted in disbelief.

Suddenly, in your peripherals, his fingers began twitching. Quickly, you stepped backwards, the man unable to grab you, fell out of the bed instead. Ripping the catheter from the dorsum of his hand, he landed hard on the concrete with a thud followed by a sickening crack. The nurse with you gasped a sharp breath. Her eyeballs were wide as she watched this sudden attack from this patient, who was pronounced dead just a moment ago; almost trying to take a chunk out of your skin made her run for the hills, leaving you alone with a dangerous homicidal psychopath. What a fucking coward…

Wasting no time at all, you grabbed the IV stand, held it laterally and used it to shield yourself as best as you could. Snarls rumbled from his throat as he picked himself back up, staring you down and ready to probably tear into you. Blood seeped down his face and soaked parts of his hair. He had you cornered, but you swayed the IV stand in a rhythmic motion, ready for that fucker to strike again.

He lunges at you! Luckily, you were much more prepared to take him on. You stood your ground and kept a steady foot as you aimed just right for both his hands to grip the IV stand with all his might. He was strong. Savagely bit at your hands as you squinted your eyes and turtlenecked as much as you could. Every time he hissed at you, stinky blood and mouth secretions flung into the air. Nothing you could dodge so most of those fluids ended up on you. Spit and mixture of blood dripped down your exposed arms and hands. Between your fingers and coated your fingernails. It was so fucking disgusting. 

This part in particular of the memory always makes  you shutter.

At this point, the man overpowered you a little. He stood over top of you with hungry yellowish pale blue parasitic eyes as he continued to clench the sides of the stand with weird hidden strength. Veins in his neck bludged; because of the angle however, more of his spit and blood fell onto you. It oozed down your face and you were really pissed off about that. Are you actually fucking kidding me right now? You thought.

Finally! There! There was your opportunity!

Right between his legs was an opening; tired of the back and forth you took the initiative to end it and swiftly rammed your foot into his knee.  It caused him to become immobilized for a few seconds. Within that time, you yanked the IV stand from his grip and smashed it against his head, in the same spot he already profusely bled from.

The body fell to the floor. Its limbs twitched as he tried to persist his attacks on you. Expanded his old hand out, hissing and snarling. The multiple blunt force trauma to his head impaired him from doing any more harm. When your co-workers arrived to your aid, they stood at the door and stared wide eyed at the situation. You had taken care of it yourself; a bloodied, twitching body laid by your feet. A puddle of blood surrounded both of you. Your sneakers were painted with the crimson liquid.

After the incident, you were quickly called into the Administrative Board. Where you were offered to keep everything to yourself and not speak a single vowel of what conspired in that room to anyone. If you agreed, you’d be handsomely compensated. You had questions though, but they assured you that it was all okay and there was absolutely no need to tell any individual any information. No one would find out about this incident. They had it completely under control. 

The few nurses who did witness the scene had left the hospital entirely. Even that pussy nurse was long gone. Hell, the Board even kissed your ass and commended how well you handled yourself during the altercation.

What did it really matter to you? Barely knowing the man who died and the nurses…well, the nurses are replaceable. You admired all their hard work and effort, yes, but when they had to go, there was always someone willing to take their position in a heartbeat.

 You shrugged your suspicions aside and shortly took the offer with no further doubts in mind. Signed your ‘soul’ away and as promised, sweetly remunerated for it too. The compliments were a bonus. 

Sometimes, when enjoying the luxuries of your recently attained wealth, you couldn’t help thinking about where they could have gone and why they left so suddenly. Especially that nurse. Was she really so frightened? Left that very same day she ran out on you, never seeing her again. Whatever happened that day was indeed the most shocking thing you had ever experienced. Sure, you had questions but the money…the fucking money was worth it. 

Besides, a new set of nurses took the empty spots of those who had vanished. It truly did not matter to you. You still had more money than you could ever think of getting by doing this job. However, your reputation seemed to have changed slightly with the townspeople. You continued to hold the position of being the most credible and most beautiful woman around, but living in a small town such as King County had its advantages and its disadvantages. One of these disadvantages would be the rumors. The eyes and gossip. Lots of it. Especially about you. 

The talk of you getting some quick, cold cash swarmed around town as fast as you drove your new car in the streets. Named brand clothes, taking long trips to Atlanta and returning with luxurious and expensive materialistic things. Not only did you buy a new car but you bought four new cars. Each one you had driven around the town at least once. Additionally, you moved out of your old reeking apartment and somewhere into the dark almost endless forest.

It was hard not to notice the townspeople's local surgeon waltz into the high end luxury jewelry store; treated yourself with new pearl earrings and shiny rings as you drove off into the forest in your expensive car. Yet, here you are. Staying in a small town like theirs. Why?

The townies never understood, never asked either. Only backbiting. Saying now, it's because you have some sugar daddy or secret lover residing in this rural town of theirs.

Sirens wail in the distance, pulling you out of your head and towards the sign entrance of the gate. There you see an ambulance driving up, placing its rear end to the emergency entrance of the hospital. The paramedic quickly turns off the shrill sound and rushes to the back to help bring the patient into intensive care. Another paramedic and a cop with worry clear as day on his face, assist bringing the patient out of the van. A brown haired man lays unconsciously on the stretcher as the paramedics start to wheel him into the hospital. He looks familiar…You think to yourself. He is also wearing the same deputy cop uniform. What’s he doing here? A case gone wrong? You aren’t sure what he’s here for but you know for a fact, that you have seen that man on the stretcher before. Your eyes widened, thinking the worst possible scenario as you quickly put out your cigarette, slip into your pristine lab coat and follow after them.

“What’s his condition?” You ask, catching up frantically in your two inch pointed pumps, now flanked by two nurses. All three of you hurry alongside the paramedics and the other cop down the hallway. Following the guidance of one of the nurses who took lead, you all swiftly accessed an empty surgical room and inaugurated preparations.

Before the cop could reach the corridor with the others, a stand by nurse promptly stops him from advancing any further since it is an authorized personnel only area. “I’m sorry sir, but you can’t come through here. You’d have to wait in the waiting room.” He watches as you disappear behind closed doors. The nurse gently places her hand on his shoulder, trying her best to reassure him. 

“Shit…! Just…lemme see’em…” he pleads softly, a defeated tone seeping through his voice. Breathing in deeply, he makes his way over to the waiting room, shuffling the nurse’s hand off his shoulder. The nurse watches him with a long face, then turns around and goes back to her duties.

He takes a seat and sighs heavily. His heart hurts so much, it pounds in his ears. He sets both his hands onto his face, clenching his jaw as he grinds his teeth. He’s frustrated. Hell, angry! Frustrated that his friend and his family will be going through this. Angry that they train a million fucking times, yet are never prepared enough! Another long exasperated sigh leaves his chest as he puts his hands down and stares up at the blinding white hospital lights above him.

“I should be the one to tell her…”mumbling quietly to himself as he pulls out his cellphone, looking down at it now and dials a number. After a few moments, someone picks up from the other end. “Hello?”

“Hey Lori, it’s me…” He straightens up and takes his phone call outside.

Two paramedics lift the man off the gurney and onto the bed, wheeling it out of the way after to make room. A pair of nurses then start removing his shoes and pants first, preparing him for surgery. After they did so, one of the paramedics gives you the rundown about the heavily injured man. You look down at him as she speaks.

“This patient’s name is Richard D. Grimes. Also known as Rick Grimes. He’s our local sheriff deputy for King County,” your eyes flash towards his nametag, still strapped on his bloodied outer uniform layer, now being removed by the nurses, “was shot near his armpit area with a pistol while on duty.” She states, while handing you the clipboard with his information. 

However, you take notice of the bulletproof vest being stored away with the rest of his belongings. Raising an eyebrow, you mention something that was quite odd to you. “He had a vest on.” 

The paramedic just shrugs, motioning for you to take the clipboard, which you do as she takes her leave but not before saying, “the vest didn’t protect around the particular area. He was actually shot before that and the vest saved him. Wasn’t so lucky the second time.” She mentions, opening the door to exit the surgical room.

“Wait, before you go,” she stops and looks back at you, “who’s the cop that was following us? Is he the one that gave you this information?” You question, making the paramedic hold open the door slightly, trying to get back to the rest of her team.

“His name is Officer Shane Walsh. He works with the patient and was the one who tried to stop his bleeding. Officer Walsh is the informer. Apparently close.” Figured as much…

“Okay, thank you. You can go now.” You reply, waving your hand at the paramedic. She huffs and leaves the room. You skillfully scan through his notes on the clipboard, all nurses and anesthetists present, ready for surgery to commence. You place the board on the counter, and wash your moisturized hands, slipping them into latex gloves. “Alright, let’s begin.”

After about two hours later, the procedure is complete and Rick, still unconscious, is sent to the South Wing for recovery. You sigh deeply and remove your bloodied gloves. “Great work everyone.” You say, which is always truthful. You wholeheartedly appreciate all the difficult work your team has to do in the hospital. You just do most of the heavy lifting.

You nod your head at each of your colleagues as they return the gesture while leaving the operating room almost single file. The gloves are thrown into the trash along with the rest of the no-longer sterilized supplies.

In your office a few hours later, you sit exhaustively in your executive chair. Giving yourself a small break from the constant moving around, questions, body parts, etc. A weary breath escapes your lungs and you close your eyes, taking a deep inhale in.

Everything is hazy and bright. Something fades into your view as you look down at your body. Pale naked biceps wrap around you with delicate force as a nose lovelying plays with the locks of your hair. A voice whispers into your ear, tickling you, blush creeping onto your cheeks and you breathe in sharply from how his breath felt against you. “...You are so fucking pretty…” 

You open your eyes slowly. Painted lips apart, breath hitching. You blink a few times as you see that you're facing the ceiling. Heat has already risen to your face and noticeably between your legs. Just the thought of him drives me crazy… You think to yourself, absently biting your bottom lip in excitement to the old memory that started resurfacing in your mind. 

There on your desk, laid the clipboard you had brought to your office earlier. You pick it up and go through his information again, considering you weren’t able to get a good look before.

Richard D. Grimes. Preferred nickname: Rick Grimes. Deputy Sheriff of King County, Georgia. Marital status: Married. One child, a boy.

Yup, this is him. The Rick Grimes. Below are his emergency contacts and he actually listed a few people. And what do you know? One of them is his wife, Lori Grimes. Still married to her, bet their boy has gotten older too.

Suddenly, a voice cracks through the door with a small knock followed after. “Excuse me, Doctor (Last Name)?” You’re yanked from the clipboard and thoughts of Rick as you set the clipboard on the very far side of your desk, away from any eyes that might see. “Yes? Come in.” You say, spinning your chair slightly to face the door as the nurse enters your office.

“There’s a woman here that would like to speak with you about…” she takes a glance at the file in her hand, “Rick…Grimes? The patient with the gunshot injury in the South Recovery Ward. Says she’s his wife.”

“Yes, of course. She just wants to know how he’s doing. Did you tell her already?” You ask, standing up and walking out of the comfort of your office besides the nurse to see Rick’s wife.

“Well…I wasn’t sure what to tell her. Said I would ask you…” She mentions nervously, biting her lip as you stop and give her a skeptical expression.

“Hasn't he shown any signs of consciousness?” Questioning her as you hold out your hand for his file, expecting there to be more info about him in it.

“He’s not responding to anything we have tried. He doesn't seem to be conscious at all. We believe he might be in a coma.” She blurts out, almost complete certainty in her voice.

“A coma? Fuck…” you mutter. Never expected that you’d see Rick here like this. Never thought that when you’d finally meet again that he’d be in a potential coma. “Let me see the patient before I talk to his wife. Tell her to give me a moment.” you scurry off to Rick’s room. The unit he is put in is a quiet one. Not many nurses around but enough to keep all patients atteneded for.

You stand outside his door and knock gently. No response, so you open the door and peek your head inside. No one but the unconscious man lying on the bed. Not moving or looking around. You let yourself inside his room and close the door behind you. 

He just lays there. The iridescent light above him, shining down like he was a princess. Like, a manly, shot up version of sleeping beauty. Awaiting his true love’s kiss to break the spell. The only thing taking from this are the machines, tubes, and cords hooked up in and on his body and…you know…the possible coma.

You walk up to him, taking a stethoscope off the holder and wrapping it on your shoulders. Then you take your hand and slowly lift the top hem of his gown. You usually wear gloves, but it’s different with Rick. Yeah, you might know him. You know that he understands more than anyone else. So, you gently push your hand into his gown and against his masculine, warm, toned chest as it rises and falls from his steady breathing. Placing the diaphragm of the stethoscope above his heart. You part your lips. A raspy breath leaves your mouth as one of your fingers graze against his bare chest.

…Thump…Thump…Thump…

Beat is consistent. A little faint but it’s definitely there. You move the Diaphragm around his chest until it lands nicely on his right lung and then his left lung.

…Inhale…Exhale…Inhale…Exhale…

Okay, his breathing seems to be normal too. You lean down to his level, getting close to his face, mere inches from yours. Taking a little medical flashlight out of your lab coat, you beams its substantial light into Rick’s icy blue eyes after carefully opening each lid to see if his pupils reflex. However, when they did not respond to the light, you take a heavy note that he, as the nurse has said, could be in a coma.

You shake your head, lightly placing the back of your hand onto his cheek. His body feels so warm. His clean shaven face is soft to the touch despite the grainy look.

“Its good to see you again…” You mumble with a sad smile. You stare deep into his face. Even though he’s in a possible coma, you can feel the vibrations of his skin piercing into yours. It's been a while since you’ve been this close to him. His scent engulfs your nose, you accept and take a soft inhale.

That cologne he’s wearing; he's been shot up, bloody, unconscious, sterilized, changed, and yet, he still smells like…him. This particular thought makes you chuckle, gently rubbing his cheek. Out of nowhere, a voice comes through the door, “Doctor (Last Name)?!”

The door swings open, leaving little to no time for you to straighten yourself but you're quick. Able to look genuinely busy, like you weren’t just reminiscing memories and rubbing the cheek of this unconscious patient.

The nurse from earlier and a woman step into the room. You smile warmly as you turn around, rubbing your thumb behind the file in your hands. “I’m sorry, Doctor (Last name). Her name is Lori Grimes and I couldn’t get her to wait any longer. She just barged in…” The nurse frantically says.

“It’s okay, she has a right to be here. Thank you, though. I’ll take it from here.” You say as the nurse nods and walks out of the room. The medium length, brown haired woman walks around you to Rick and holds his face. Tears stream down her cheeks. She puts her forehead on his and closes her eyes.

You watch this display of affection with a blank face. That’s his wife…Lori. You never really met Lori before. She didn’t know you. Not personally, anyway. No, she knew you like all the other townies did. With gossip and rumors. After a little while of a sort of reunion with her and her husband, she turns to face you.

“I heard he was shot while workin’. Brought down some…assholes,” she says, southern voice broken from crying but also, smiling softly at the hard work her husband does. What it costed him, what it costs her, and how it will affect their son has put a damper on her thoughts. Lori’s smile falls, “so…is he gonna be alright?” She grabs a tissue and wipes her nose with it. “He’s going to wake up?” She asks, looking up at you once more. Waiting for your response.

This question was inevitable. Is he going to wake up? You don’t have the answers to that right now. “I’m sorry…” You say, hanging your head. Something you’ve become accustomed to when delivering bad news.

“W-what do you mean? What do you mean, you’re sorry?” Lori asks, eyes wide with confusion. Searching your face for an answer. Orbs filling with tears, unwillingly pouring down her face. She’s trying to keep it together, but this is her husband you're talking about. How could she be calm in this situation? React in a way that is deemed to be appropriate?

“He hasn’t responded to any of the tests or reflexes. Jabs, pokes, lights. His eyes will not respond either and in his condition, thats usually not a good sign."

“So…what are you saying? That he's not going to wake up?” Lori exclaims in questions.

“Well…we don’t really know that yet. We believe, with our medical professions, that he might be in a coma. It’s too early to tell so the best we can do right now is care for him. Keep him for a few days to a week. See how he progresses during that time.” Lori’s hazel eyes widened bigger than they’ve been since she's spoken with you. She looks down at her husband as her face contorts to a sobbing one. 

You pipe up, “he may not be responding right at this moment but it doesn’t mean he wont come out of it at all. He’s a strong man. Believe in him, okay?” You state, sounding a little familiar with his character. Lori doesn’t respond to you  and because of that, you think its best to leave her alone. Turning to leave the room, Lori suddenly stops you. “Doctor (Last name), wait…”

You do stop in your tracks and look back at Lori. A broken woman, who could possibly be a widow. Both of you sit there in silence, staring at each other. Lori couldn’t figure out why she stopped you in the first place. She didn't even really have anything to ask. She knows you did all you could to help him, but something is tugging at her. The way you emphasized “strong” got the gears in her head moving a little.

In her mind, her body, her gut…she feels like you are more than just a Surgeon working here. You were hiding something, just like the townspeople have been saying. Its not like she can come out and ask you. She’s too polite to do that. So, instead, she just glances down at Rick and then back at you. “Uhm…thank you…” is all she can muster before taking her gaze away and again, back at Rick.

“Yes…of course. You’re welcome.” You turn to take your leave. Lori watches your steps as you exit the room.

You are suddenly greeted outside of the room by a man wearing the same exact Deputy cop uniform as Rick’s. This man’s got you close to the door; shocked by his immediate and intrusive presence. The cop smiles genuinely. “Woah, sorry sweetheart. Didn’t mean to scare you there.” He backs up a little, giving you a better view of him.

Short brown hair that's slightly curled. An intense stare gives his dark brown eyes an allure, welcoming any “sweet heart” with unspoken invitation. Strong, shaped arms are tucked away under his uniform. His forearms are exposed showing the veins through his skin, you swear you could almost see the rhythm of his heartbeat.

The pet name automatically given to you is expected of this particular man. Shane. Walsh. Yes, you know him. Just like Lori, you know who he is, but he didn't know you. Even before you asked for his information, you knew who he was.

Honestly, you don't really find Rick without Shane kind of trailing behind. That’s why those moments together, you and Rick’s, were so special.

Against all odds, everything ended the way it should have. A calm resolve that fixed both parties’ problems without hurting anyone in the process.

You just look at him, but your mind is running really fast. Pet names. One of your weaknesses. Princess. Babygirl. Sweetheart…and the way he said it. So casually, but there was a hint of something else. Of course, it’s degrading but it also stemmed a knot inside the pit of your stomach. You have to admit…he is good-looking. He has a cute smile, his white teeth peeking between his pretty lips. My…how nice it would be to just… You squish your legs together, subtly biting the inside of your mouth, looking up at him. 

To distract yourself from the potential meltdown in your panties, you smile at Shane. Smile big. Smile bright. Smile him away. Hoping maybe your creepy smile would get him to leave you alone. Already, falling for his playful dominant demeanor. Despite this, he just tilts his head and gives you a puzzled look. Now, approaching a little closer to you. “Arrre you okay…?” He asks, a small smirk appearing on his face. Well, that did the complete opposite.

“...Yes…I mean-er-yeah! Yes, I’m fine. You just startled me…” You trip over words, trying to catch yourself from the hole you just dug yourself in. You rub your temple, trying to act annoyed with his presence and perhaps that’d get him to back off. Not that you really minded him being so close to you, but your pussy is basically aching right now. Its torture having such a sexy, tall, husky man mildly tower above you. “Um…who are you again? The nurses will be able to help you with anything you need. I’m just…very busy at the moment.” You state, sighing deeply. 

Nothing you tried got Shane to turn and walk away, so you just listen to what he has to say. “I need you to help me, Doctor (Last Name). Not anybody else but you.” He says nonchalantly, his face now partially stern.

You blink. Need?

You blink again. You? Why you? 

He continues, noticing that he seems to have got you to listen to him. “My name is Officer Shane Walsh-” I know. You think to yourself, “and that man in there is Rick Grimes.” He points to the door behind you. “We work together on the force, I’m sure you already know the small details. I was with him when he got shot. Is he going to be okay? They wouldn't tell me anything and you were the one who did his surgery, so, here I am.” He expresses.

“Well,” you begin, about to give it to him straight, hanging your head and shaking it, “I’m sorry…all we can say for now is that Mr. Grimes might be in a coma. We don’t want to confirm anything yet, but he will be staying at this hospital for a few days to a week. As I have already told Mrs. Grimes. In his current state, he is not conscious. We have no choice but to wait and observe how and if he recovers.” 

“Oh…” he mumbles, becoming silent for a second. “Lori’s in there?” He suddenly asks. You nod. “So, you told her everything already?” 

“We talked earlier. If you’d like, you can join her inside, but I have to go now, Officer Walsh. Got a lot of work to do.” You mention.

“Hold up.” Without warning, he lifts his arm up above your head, using his hand to keep him upright and keeping you from going anywhere. Shane leans down a couple inches from your face. Your eyes enlarge. Unwanted shades of blush permeated onto your cheeks, lips faintly apart as you breathe in his scent developing into your mouth and through your nose. It's almost intoxicating. Fuck…why does he have to be so fucking close? People are watching us…You thought and you were right. People are watching you. Nurses walked through the halls with judgey eyes. Such a sinful display and would surely be thrown around the hospital. Probably reach the ears of the townspeople. Just great…

Shane is quick to catch onto your embarrassment. The glint in his eyes and his smirk widening; testing your boundaries and pushing your buttons. He stares you deep in your big, doe eyes. You look so helpless in your cute little heels, but you may be embarrassed but you will not back down from his obvious attempt at dominant intimidation. 

He leans his face slightly close to yours, completely ignoring everyone around you. His smirk grows bigger by the minute. “You ARE that doctor everyone in town keeps yappin’ about. How’s it feel comin’ to work so dolled up? Bet you catch quite a bit of attention, huh? You got another spot open for a Daddy who’s looking?” He playfully mocks and snickers a little, holding his hand up to contain his laughter. Shane’s referring to your sense of style choice. More specifically your kitten pumps and you look down at them. Smiling at how great they make your legs look. You don’t care how much pain goes into a sense of fashion. Beauty is pain as your mother always says. 

Ugh, you should hate him right now. You should be disgusted with his character. You should slap him across his face but the humiliation you got from his dominant and rash nature as the people you work with eye you both down…

It's giving you a rush you haven't felt in a while. Even when you party at the downtown club, take a bunch of drugs, and have sex with a random cute guy, this feeling of being watched is honestly making you kind of wet. 

You clear your throat once more and scoff as he finally gives you room. You hit him with another blank stare, catching onto the fact that he also heard about the rumors. Of fucking course he did…You huff and push past him; brushing your clothes of his stench when you step a few feet away from him. You turn around and look at him. “Ew…” you furrow your eyebrows and then chuckle, “look, I get it.” you press your hand against your heart. “I know that you’re just jealous of me.” You state.

“Wh-whhat…?” He chortles in slight surprise. “You have to be-”

“While you work a dead-end job risking your life only to not even make a quarter of what I have…I sit in absolute luxury, working a job I want rather than something that I have to. Unlike all of you…” You retort, placing the same hand that is against your heart on your hip and glare at him. Quickly, turning around and walking away.

“Hey, wait-!” By the time he called out to you, you had already disappeared around the corner. He stands there in slight astonishment. “What a bitch…no fucking way she actually said that to me…” He mumbles to himself, running his hand through his hair.

It kind of pisses him how that was your response to him. Speaking to him in such a manner-Shane didn’t think he’d experience a doctor just talked down to him. 

If that’s really who you are, he’d like to grab your shoulders and shake them. Scream in your face that the world doesn't revolve around you and you don't make it spin!

Yet, despite this, he is actually kind of intrigued by you.

How do you care for others when you only really seem to think about yourself?

If the world ended tomorrow how many people would you throw under the bus in order to live?

Those kinds of questions swirled in his brain, ready to settle down in his head and live rent free. To Shane, it almost seems physically impossible to be an egotistical bitch and still have the thoughts of the people in mind. You’re so mysterious…Who knew it's unattractive in some people. He sighs and goes inside the room with Lori.

You walk calmly down the corridor, eyes watching you. Nodding at you. When they are no longer lingering, you hurriedly take a sharp turn and dart into the bathroom. It's a decently sized restroom. One seater. You slam the door shut and press your back against it, panting and locking it in the process.

The likes of these men…Getting into your face…getting so close to you that you start breathing them in…

The flush on your cheeks never faded and the more you thought about your encounter with Shane, the more apparent on your face that you got some kind of kick out of his degradation and humiliation. You could tell that he was enjoying himself. The smirk on his face read clearly what he was trying to do. Whether he was doing it subconsciously or not, that part didn’t matter.

Basically pinning you against the door in front of all of your colleagues. You close your eyes and bring yourself back to that scenario; with your hand, you ride it up your pelvic area as visions of Shane flood your mind. He’s so fucking cute… The voice in your head says. Ugh, men like Shane…like Rick…really make your panties drop. You have a small idea on what it is about them that really turns you on. Such respect and determination, authority and indomitable.

However, you hold a deep dark secret. Something that, if ever came out to the public at all, would ruin the reputation you’ve spent so long to build.

Higher and higher, you run your hand up your thigh, stopping at the hem of your panty leg hole. Your fingers barely touch the plumpness of your center before an aching embarrassed mew escapes between your lips. You feel so dizzy. How could you possibly go back to work in such a perverted state? Your mind is not even able to think clearly. You honestly just want to touch yourself. To the thought of Shane…of Rick…So much sexual tension is being built inside of you.

When you really start getting horny and those kinds of images start, it always brings you back to your memories with Rick. All those years ago when he’d touch around your body. Smile at you with those gorgeous teeth. Joking and fucking around with you. Those were such good times…

You groan long and softly. You have to do something quick or you’ll be pouncing on the next man you see. So, the only way to calm the waters, is doing what was always the best way to rid yourself of extreme hormonal sexual frustration that insists upon itself to show up in the most dumbest, most defiling situations.

You reach into your lab coat pocket, a hidden socket within the inner layer, you pull out a neatly rolled joint. Along with a lighter you keep beside it. Lighting the joint and breathing in it's calming THC goodness. You close your eyes as the Sativa high embraces you. Remove your hand from your inner upper thigh and sigh as your pager goes off. “Ugh, I want to touch myself so badly…I have to stay away from Shane or I’ll just end up grabbing him and fucking him in one of these bathrooms.” You say nonchalantly to yourself.

You take a couple more puffs before taking your thumb and index finger and pull out the cherry. It hits the ground as you now have a conserved joint for later. Smoke fills the one seater bathroom. One of your kitten pumps steps perfectly on the burning ash on the floor, leaving nothing but a bundle of dust. Blown away when you open the door and exit the restroom.

[puckpocketed]

They took spenny from us </3 :(

ive been preparing myself for this since his exit interview after playoffs. if you don’t mind i’m just gonna use this ask as an opportunity to unload😭😭

let’s be clear: spence ASKED for this trade. per russell morgan, holland met with spence’s agent and they both agreed he wanted to be on a team where he was given more opportunities. he was clearly put off by his lack of ice time during critical games in the postseason and what that might signify beyond. anyone would feel this way after they spent several seasons proving they could cut it.

this is sooo fucking stupid and senseless to me purely from a roster building standpoint — spence is a cost controlled young player who has grown well with our core, and always performed well as a bottom pair d (very important, he IS very good at this… all while lugging around some pylon stuck to his left side for his whole NHL career) who is capable of playing up in the lineup when needed (LIKE THIS PAST SEASON). why, when we’re going for “big fish” this summer, are we doing this ….. like explain to me where we are gonna get a guy that fills his role for equivalent pay/cheaper? is there suddenly a surplus of reliable RHD?? 😭 (LETS NOT TALK ABOUT THEM ALLOWING GAVRIKOV TO HIT FREE AGENCY. WE MAY NEED A COMPLETE DCORPS RETOOL)

from another perspective… if jim hiller doesn’t trust spence after a year as head coach and several as assistant coach, he may never get that trust. maybe after those playoffs that bridge was burnt. spence went from 15-17 minutes a night basically the entire year to make up for the absence of the kings top d -> barely 5 minutes and being scratched during playoffs. rotten work from hiller, and cowardly to fall back on “experience” when our youth and depth was our strength going into that series. rode our top 9 forwards to death, played 3 and a half defenders most nights. hiller coached scared that series, plus during (and after) when asked by media if he would change the way he deployed the team, he bullishly stuck to his “no regrets�� line. i think all of that and this trade will colour my perception of him forever. idk. holland worked to put spence in a place where he’d get more opportunity.. okay, i’m glad spence is going somewhere on the rise and not like, an AHL team. but the return is indefensible. absolutely wretched. and i’m glad people are rightfully pointing it out.

the 2024-25 season is always going to feel so special to me. all the kids got their shot, we really believed they could make it out of the time loop, and there was so much fun, such a vibrant and close room… jordan spence was such a huge part of that :( <3 i’ll miss him here but i was already leaning positively towards the sens, so i’ll be rooting for him there next year 👍

[mattiebluebird]

Yk that post that's like ‘signal is the spiritual successor to nightwing’ bc I DO & IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT NON-STOP.

And the comics pretty much confirm it (To Me) in Grayson #15.

So in this issue each of the Robins, minus Steph (RIP Steph) get paired off with one of the We Are Robin gang and give them their own advice on what it means to be Robin.

Tim—whose main problem with this whole thing is that they don't know these kids, how can they trust them?—gets paired with Andre Cipriani, a mob kid whose dad was murdered by a rival gang when he was eight years old. Tim trains Dre by having him fight blindfolded. He tells Dre that being a Robin is about truth and investigation, which makes sense, right? Tim became a Robin by figuring out Batman and Robin’s secret identity (keep this in mind, all the Robins’ advice links to their origin).

To be a Robin, you have to understand what you don't know. And then you must seek to know it. You must always ask: how can I see into the dark? Batman once told me, being a Robin can be summarized into one word: investigation.

These two were an interesting choice to pair up. I would've thought they'd put Dre with Jason, given their violent tendencies—Dre is smart, but at this point in the comics doesn't strike me as particularly investigative. Then again, right after this arc he goes undercover in a gang, so maybe he learned something?

Speaking of learning something: at first I thought they should've paired Dre with Steph (#teamcriminaldads lmao), and while that would be an interesting team, Dre did learn from Tim. If Riko were present in this issue, she would've been a good fit for Steph, as she idolizes the Batgirls and Steph was both a Batgirl and a Robin. Plus, Steph and Riko are both brave & have mean streaks, something that Riko has trouble showing because of her shyness. Steph’s advice probably would've been along the lines of “being a Robin is about defiance”.

Besides, if Tim and Dre weren't paired up, we never would've gotten this interaction.

— You like Liszt.

— What?

— Franz Liszt. The composer. You play the piano. I looked you up. People who play the piano like Liszt.

Points to Tim for the most autistic small talk ever. ‘You like this, which I know because I researched you in a totally non-creepy way.’ Amazing. 10/10.

Dax gets paired with Jason. They're interesting parallels. Dax is the inventor/mechanic of the team, but also sort of the wild card with very strong morals, like Robin!Jason in a way. Like Jason, Dax’s father is (implied to be) a crook, though they took different moral directions because of that—Dax is completely opposed to gun violence.

Anyways, Jason's main reservation is that you can't have Robin without Batman. And I guess he decided to solve this issue by just becoming Batman & making the WAR crew relive his origin story by stealing tires from the mob.

Y'know, kid, Batman once told me, being a Robin comes down to one word: confidence.

Jason Todd, the Crime Alley street kid who had the balls (and the skills) to steal Batman's tires and get away with it. Sort of. Confidence, indeed.

Damian's problem with the Robins is, of course, that they're weak, and strength (according to him) can't be trained; you either got it or you don't. He gets paired with Izzy, who probably has the toughest home life of the WAR crew. Her brother's in a gang (that he regularly beats her up for not joining), and she's failing all her classes because she's too busy working night shifts at her mom's restaurant to sleep or do homework.

So Damian's advice to her is pretty apt:

Batman told me that there is one word that captures the essence of being Robin. Suffering.

Damian and Izzy are both outwardly surly, stubborn characters who have had to fight to survive. Notably, Izzy is the first of the crew to almost resort to killing/guns (in WAR #6). She's also probably the best fighter in the WAR crew after Dre and Riko. She does dancing, gymnastics, judo, and kick-boxing.

And, finally, we reach the point of this whole post: Dick & Duke.

Duke deduces Dick's secret identity in like .5 seconds.

— I've solved a lot of hard in my time. This ain't hard.

— No. No, it wasn't hard. Not for you. Again, Duke Thomas?

Dick: You discovered my secret identity!

Duke: What? Like its hard?

After scoping out their strengths and weaknesses, Dick sends the Robins on individual assignments: Dre and Tim to investigate, Dax and Jason to cause a distraction, Izzy and Damian to apprehend Robo-Batman/Gordon.

Dick brings Duke on to a roof for a stake-out, where they have this exchange.

— You think only the originals understand how to be Robin?

— Nope.

— Yeah. Me neither.

Then it turns out that Dick actually turned them all in to the cops because he wanted them out of harm's way. He's been watching Duke for a while and he knows he's scared of heights, so he led him onto a roof he knew he couldn't get off of. Just before they part ways, Dick imparts his Crucial Robin Advice:

Batman once wais to me that being a Robin is about one thing. Family.

(I find this whole thing super ironic considering Dick's whole aside concerning the Robins was the fact that it doesn't matter if people know you're manipulating them as long as it works.)

The point of Robin? Family. Dick and Duke are alike in this way. Dick only became Robin to get justice for his parents’ murder. Duke only joined WAR to find his parents.

Their origins and motivations are similar, and so are the characters themselves. Dick is often called the world's second-greatest detective next to Batman himself. Duke is a child prodigy—one of our first introductions to his character is when he tried to solve the Riddler's riddles in Zero Year. He loves puzzles. He's an amazing detective.

And, of course, one of the things we know and love about Nightwing is his inherent kindness, something that's present throughout Duke’s entire character arc. Even their hero names, Signal and Nightwing, are parallels of each other (light and dark). Batman’s first sidekick and his last. And, like Nightwing, Signal formed his own team (WAR) with no help from the others (except Alfred ig).

Of course, the entire point of Signal’s character is that he's not just a Robin. He's something different. It reminds me of that post that's like—’poor dick grayson, originator of a legacy he never meant to be a legacy, crushed with guilt and jealousy when he looks at all those who came after’. To me at least, it makes sense that Nightwing’s successor would've never been a Robin at all.

[historyslittlebish]

Hello. I would like to ask for your permission before I submit a full request.

Do you by any chance accept King Baldwin x Male!Reader request? It might involve NSFW scenario as well.

King Baldwin IV x Male!Guard!Reader One shot NSFW: (Completed!)

a/n: Hi anon and I know I declined but I'll still do it because I feel bad for rejecting, Idk how to write NSFW so it's gonna be bad but i'll do it. I also don't know if this is a scenario you wanted but if you wanna request a different one please do! Also I apologize because I have never watched the movie and I'm not sure how accurate this is.

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Warning: fluff, handjob, occ for our king I think

It was often unheard of, two men in a romantic or sexual relationship. Many thought it was sin, it wasn't something god accepted but they can never really know the answer can they? Why would god let them feel the feelings, why would god allow it to be an option? That is something many people never ponder enough.

Something that a knight named Y/N never pondered until he met with the great king of Jerusalem, Baldwin the IV.

Y/N had been hired as a knight since Baldwin was 12 and Y/N was 15 and a freshly knighted boy. As years past, Y/N was named best soldier in the brackets of the armies. He was agile, quick, resilient, strong, and most of all, loyal.

He was the kings personal guard which he didn't mind at all. He had grown close to the king, enough to get the king to show him his sore ridden face, his scars, his 'ugliness' but to Y/N, he was anything but ugly.

Y/N saw a kind hearted boy and man growing up, intelligent, brave, and strong willed, those were the words Y/N thinks when describing the king, everyone does.

Growing up, he saw Baldwin's determination to become a great king and to overcome his deadly illness. Only one could be truly possible but Baldwin was content, despite being numb to the bone, skin lesions, and more.

Today was like any other. Baldwin had a few things to get done but after that, he could have his peace.

Y/N stood slightly behind the throne Baldwin sat on, staring at the arguing lords and counsel members. Each fighting on whose strategies are better, who's morally righteous, whatever that is available to bicker about.

Y/N heard Baldwin sigh as he raised his hand and made a sound.

Suddenly everyone looked over and quieted down.

"I will meet with Saladin, we shall negotiate peace." Baldwin shifted slightly before hearing one of the older counsel members try to inerject.

"How do we know we can trust that Muslim r-" Baldwin raised his hand once more, immediately silencing the man "He may be Muslim, but we will respect him and treat him with nobility and equality.".

Y/N's heart thumped in his chest at the kings word. The kings kindness and true compassion was incredibly admirable but also making him lust for the king.

The people of the counsel glanced between each other but bowed at the kings words before swiftly making their exit, allowing the two men to be alone and at ease.

Baldwin slowly stood from his throne and looked at Y/N.

Y/N could see the exhaustion in his eyes, his beautiful sky blue eyes. Y/N snapped himself out of his thoughts and kept up a stoic expression.

"What now, my king?" Y/N asked as Baldwin stepped towards him. The king cautiously touched the mans arm and looked deep into his eyes. "I think I require a way to relax before I retire for tonight." As he said this, Baldwin's hand tools Y/N's and slowly led it down to his pelvis area where a little tent formed under his white and gold robes.

"My king.." Y/N breathed as his hand ghosted the man's bulge.

"Make me a happy man, Y/N, I long for your touch." Baldwin's raspy voice murmured as his being was consumed with lust. Y/N doesn't know how a man of God to dare go against him in terms of lust for another male but Y/N can't say he doesn't thoroughly enjoy it.

It doesn't take too long before Y/N helps the king to his quarters and settling on the soft and silky bed.

Y/N helps the king reveal his bulge.

His cock bobbed as soon as it was released from its confines. "Y/N.." Baldwin groans as his hips slightly buck. This is one of those moments when Baldwin thanks the heavens that the feeling in his crotch is not numb or too sore ridden.

Despite the sores, Y/N didn't mind at all. his hungry eyes took in all the kings cock as he played with the tip soaked in pre-cum.

Baldwin groaned as he sat half laying down as the man continued to fiddle with his manhood. Y/N loved the sweet sounds the king was making as he felt himself nearing his peak.

The man let out a loud moan as his semen spilled into the mans hand. As the king came down his high he stared at Y/N in awe, despite him being hired and a guard, he could still love a man like him.

Slowly, Baldwin sat upright and gently grasped Y/N hand, silently hoping that he would not get infected either. Baldwin leaned over and pressed a his to the mans temples.

Y/N softly smiled as he held his beloveds hand, enjoying each others presence. Love radiating off the two.

This is a sin but it is an amazing feeling.

A/N: Hopefully this is to your liking anon! Sorry if its bad :/

[vividvixie]

my hot takes which might just be poorly covered up complaints [ sorry madohomu fans ]

- madohomu has a large issue with power dynamics which is what makes them a fundamentally more toxic ship than kyosaya**

- kyoko is always watered down to only serve a purpose to sayaka when in reality shes one of the best written characters in the show

- kyoko had the saddest past of them all and it makes me more upset than everything homura went through

- madoka is too often pushsd to the side and characterised to be the "innocent one" / is only spoken of in relation to homura as if shes not the main character of the show [ and a very good main character at that ]

- mami is NOT the mother of the group. the whole point of her conversation with madoka is to illustrate that she just wants FRIENDS SHE CAN TRUST AND RELY ON. SHE IS 15 NOT 35

**not to say theyre a bad ship it's just a fact which gets ignored.

those r the ones i can think of rn ;;;

YOOO THESE ARE ALL SO REAL I ALSO WANTED TO PUT SOME STUFF ABOUT MADOHOMU BUT IM NOT THE BEST WITH WORDING AND DIDNT WANNA GET JUMPED LMAO i dont really understand why people get so defensive and upset when people say they could be considered toxic since they definitely arent healthy, and thats not to say they cant be together! you just gotta acknowledge that their both gonna need some YEARS of therapy if they ever want to get to a good point😭

and i heavily agree with kyoko! she’s probably my favorite character as ive been reading into her more her story is so sad its the only one that manages to make me cry shes been through so much :(

AND YESS i LOVE kyosaya but it annoys me so much when people just use kyoko as a support for sayaka and make her entire character revolve around her solely like guys she i SO much more than that PLEASEEEE READ INTO HER

yeah so many people do that with madoka too and i feel they make her way more naive than she is she KNOWS theres bad stuff in the world shes just positive (there’s probably a better word to use but i cant think of it lol) AND YES MAMI GETS MISCHARACTERIZED SM IT DRIVES ME INSANE

[b0tster]

In regards of 3D modeling how do you keep going with projects and not give up on them

I have adhd and when Im stuck on a specific part I basically just give up on it or dont do it

All the things I want to make are either too hard to make in blender or it just looks bad even though Ive been doing blender for 3 years

"it looks bad" i think is the key here. dont be afraid of your work looking bad, know that it will improve over time if u stick at it. 3 years isnt that long. it took me 15 years to get to where i am today with my 3d art and trust me, when compared to the art i was pushing out 3 years in its night and day.

keep at it! u will improve! i believe in you!!

[antshifts]

☆ Welcome to my diary ☆

☆ About me ☆

HIII!! Im Anthony or ant! ⭐︎ 15 ⭐︎ he/they ⭐︎

Im African american or soulaan ❤️🔱🖤

Dispite this blog being a spur of the moment thing im actually really excited to post on here!

Im a veteran shifter I've been shifting and on shiftok since good ole 2020 with all the misinformation (*´∀｀*)

I have wayyy too many interests but the one I've been hyperfixated on the most and for years is jjk!!!

Im like seriously obsessed with it… its become a problem (*´-`)

— Some of my other interests are ☆

Saiki K︎

Mouthwashing ⭐︎

MUSIC (any kind all kinds!!) ⭐︎

Anime and manga ⭐︎

Devilman cry baby ⭐︎

Arcane ⭐︎

Vocaloid (Miku is my fave!!) ⭐︎

Creepypasta ⭐︎

Detroit Become Human⭐︎

Coryxkenshin ⭐︎

Aot (attack on titan) ⭐︎

Sally face ⭐︎

And more ⭐︎

☆ Extra about me ☆

I talk/write a wholeeee lot, like ion know how to shut up fr fr 😞 ⭐︎

Im open to dms and talking to just about anyone and everyone so don't feel shy im a nice person (๑>◡<๑) ⭐︎

I do really wanna make more friends who are into shifting and also people who have actually shifted before!! Because even tho im a vet shifter I have yet to shift 🙁 mostly bc I always take ages to finish a script, IF I finish a script. But thankfully I actually finished my jjk script and im so excited to go but I haven't been having much luck and I've been pretty down about it and losing motivation so to make things fun again and have something for me to look forward to Im gonna do different methods every night until one works and report back here 😝!!! ⭐︎

Some fun facts about me are.. ⭐︎

my favorite color is purple! Dispite that fact that both of my blogs are pink themed… ⭐︎

Im nobinary!! ⭐︎

I have a severe ao3 addiction. If ao3 goes down you can expect me to be on this app tweaking out 😞 ⭐︎

Im suspected to be autistic (most likely) or some kinda neurodivergent (ik there's deff sum going on up there I just don't have confirmation yet)⭐︎

Im a very passionate person I feel strongly about a lot of things⭐︎

I LOVEEEE Miku I have a whole wall dedicated to her⭐︎

I have a intense and terrible obsession with jjk 🙁 its all I think about it has consumed my mind and life 😭 if you can't tell now then don't worry you will 🙁 you’ll be able to tell… ⭐︎

Im silly 😝⭐︎

Im also sigma and alpha and a rizzler 😼⭐︎

I know a concerning amount about the omegaverse⭐︎

⭐︎ My blog stuff ⭐︎

What I’ll post:

Also this is a Yuji Itadori themed blog so you’ll see him a lot in my blog along with other characters but mostly him (⌒▽⌒) he's so bbg!!!!

Lists of methods I've tried and ranking them ⭐︎

Shifting memes ⭐︎

My shenanigans and rants ⭐︎

Talking posts ⭐︎

Shifting focused content ⭐︎

Advice and how to not fall for misinformation (because trust me IVE been there… I still get war flashbacks to 2020 shiftok.) ⭐︎

My silliness ⭐︎

Things to put in your script ⭐︎

☆ My Masterlist ☆

Here! Is my big shifting diary masterlist where I will post my shifting attempts and successes and ratings for every method I try!! (*^▽^*)

☆ DNI ☆

This dni is non-negotiable if I find you on my blog you will be blocked.

RACISTS OF ANY AND EVERY KIND

Radqueers

Proshippers

Homophobes and anything homophobe adjacent like fatphobes etc

Anti-shifters (I don't care about your opinion pls don't try)

Just overall shitty people

Honestly I don't have many things for my DNI just don't be mean or a weirdo 😝

I don't mind or care if people 18+ interact with my blog just be aware that I'm a minor so don't be weird or anything!!

☆ shifting stuff ☆

My Desired Realities:

Jujutsu kaisen (my main dr and only active one)

Fame dr (gotta redo/inactive)

Saiki K (unfinished)

Sooo I deff have a lot of work to do with my other dr’s but im not too worried about that for now! Im just gonna focus on one thing at a time, that being shifting to jjk first (*≧∀≦*)

Like I've said before I am a shifting veteran and I've been here since 2020 and somehow I still haven't shifted BUT I do know a lot about misinformation and how to tell if something is lies so if anyone has any questions about that I will be more than happy to answer ♡

Most of my shifting journey for the past 5 years was just a cycle of scripting, abandoning the script to start a new one, so on and so forth with the occasional finishing of a script only to try to shift for like a week before I give up then start a new script…

But that was like a year or 2 ago, I took a very long (much needed) break from the shifting community and shifting in general

What caused me to come back you may ask?

School 🙁

I treated winter break like graduation and I didn't wanna go back so I got the bright idea to make a new script for jjk this time and shift there!

However I in fact did not shift there yet but that's the goal!

Dispite my flakey past with shifting Im determined to be better and more determined this time! I will shift. Its my goal, my mission 😼.

And your gonna come along with me for this journey! Hopefully it won't be a long journey because i’d like to shift sooner rather than later. But honestly as long as I shift im fine with however long it takes! So with that out of the way..

I hope you enjoy my blog!!

☆

[pencildragons]

ty for tagging me tessa @clayvedevs !!!!!!!!!

1. Do you make your bed?

NO. making the bed is evil and also too hard

2. Favourite number?

uhhh UHHHH 12 ? 12 is a good number i liked being twelve. 67 is also a good number !!

3. What's your job?

divine prophet of The Bog (extremely unemployed)

4. If you could go back to school, would you?

yes !!!! i lovee school i lovee learning & my hs? extremely chill

5. Can you parallel park?

yes fire emoji fire emoji fire emoji

6. Do you think aliens are real?

I feel like the possibility that there AREN'T aliens is extraordinarily low, even if they haven't evolved yet or would be completely unrecognisable as a form of life to us. the universe is still comparatively so so young so i feel the chances that at some point in the next quadzillion years that the circumstances of earth won't be replicated at least in part is hugely unlikely

7. Can you drive a manual car?

technically? i learnt to drive in a manual ute that is ABSOLUTELY not roadworthy but i did not get a manual licence :( sort of regret that but im sure if i got back in a manual i could do it again. probably

8. Guilty pleasure?

thinking in depth and forever abt my girl in middle earth oc hobbit fic that i havent properly written since like 2021. she means the WORLD to me i could make it sooo good if i just got over the evil puritans in my head telling me it is cringe

9. Tattoos?

soon!!! one day!!!! trust and believe!!!!!!!

10. Favourite colour?

loveeeeee yellow i love yellow so much soo much. unfortunately i am ginger.

11. Favourite type of music?

idk if i have a favourite TYPE of music persay? but ive sort of been bouncing between a mix of folk rock and Silly Power Metal and i will hit up the odd soundtrack also. wait actually this is untrue i am, embarrassingly, really into hyperpop (UNDERSCORES I LOVE YOU)

12. Do you like puzzles?

yeah! they're kind of evil and i am not great at pattern recognition and they hurt my back. but also v satisfying to do

13. Any phobias?

ants i fucking hate ants i HATE them (i stood in a bullant nest when i was 2) + also maybe thalassophobia? idk though that may have also been cured by the time i played 130 hours of subnautica in a week in december

14. Favourite childhood sport?

touch footie!!! i was very good at it lowk and i miss playing it terribly

15. Do you talk to yourself?

LMAO YEAH. when im thinking about writing especially. or doing literally anything. i will talk to myself

16. Tea or coffee?

TEA I LOVE TEA I LOVE TEA SO MUCH. i cannot drink coffee because The Side Effects + caffeine does not seem to have the intended effect on me, so i don't really drink caffeinated tea that much either? i absolutely LOVE rooibos with honey in it though one million out of ten

17. First thing you wanted to be when growing up?

i wanted to be a scientist because i was under the impression that scientists blew things up and that it was exclusively their job to do that. i still want to be a scientist tbh but for different reasons

18. What movies do you adore?

im so normal and regular and fine about the hobbit extended edition trilogy. so normal. no but fr i love unexpected journey i have watched it more than twenty times total and. five times in the last week and a bit LOL

Tagging:

@sithfox @hastalavistabyebye @patchmates @rockcattomato and anyone else who would like to !!!!

[destinedhope]

part 3 of warriors headcanons, this time with trauma, while trying to figure out how to word it all other then cia and war bad

i dont think warriors home life is bad per say but its not great either, hes a nobles child yes, but his parents and older sister died when he was young and so his uncle took over the family, and he already had two sons older then warriors, so technically there was no need for him any more, and while they didnt treated him horribly, it was no secret they didnt want him there either, it was his uncles goal to marry him off as quickly as he could to a different family. this is something that warriors thinks is the only thing he has going for him since hes been told for years by his uncle and cousins that his beauty is all hes worth(hes actually very smart and talented but they dont want to encourage confidence)

however when warriors is 15 the king made a new decree stating all families, noble or otherwise must send a child of 16 or older to join the military exceptions only for one child households or those unable to, warriors uncle saw this as an opportunity to get his unwanted nephew out of his hair not have to see him until he was marrying age(20 in my headcanon for this era). to keep up the pretense that he cared about his nephew, he arranged for him to live at the family estate in castle town in his free time from the army,

so warriors is sent to castle town to join the army the week he turns 16, hes has maybe 2 months of training before the war starts and hes thrown into being a captian with no experience, an older superior officer is assigned to to train him in everything he needs to know about helping to run a military in war time and to speed run his sword training. this particular superior officer unfortunately does not like warriors and his jump in the ranks or his natural talent with the sword. this officer only last a few weeks as either impa or artemis caught the man trying to take advantage of warriors, hes demoted very quickly and sent to the front lines where hes killed. impa herself takes over warriors training as now she and artemis dont trust anyone else to not try the same thing

starting by saying fuck cia i hate her and im not going into to much detail so use your imagination. unfortunately i do think that she was able to set a trap that was effectiveand that she did get her hands on him for a few weeks or even months before he was rescued, warriors deeply regrets the pride and arrogance and feeling of being invincible that got him caught, and is very careful not to let it happen again

due to the one superior officer and the fact i dont see the traitors stopping on the battle field and that there were several assassination attempts weather by poisoning or other ways, it has left a lot of trust issues, and yes he does heal from this but it does take time, and does show itself again when meeting/traveling with new people, ie the chain it does take him at least a few months to be be able to sleep and not wake up at the slightest of noise, to stop watching every movement made when someone is cooking, to trust being able to take food from them if he didnt see where it came from, to trust having his back turned towards them

he also has claustrophobia due to being trapped in a bottle by the great fairy, honestly this one is very self explanatory, hate being in small enclosed spaces

he honestly does have a lot of insecurities, ones i hope ive been able to sprinkle throughout all of my post, do let me know of theres things you would like more on and i can certainly try to find the words for it,

on a higher note to leave off on i think wind was in the war before the lu adventure solely for the reason i think he and time acting like siblings and warriors thier exhausted parent is hilarious, no one believes wind when he claims time was the one that pulled a pank, and warriors is in the background unnoticed by all except those two giving them the mom look(you know the one)

[dominiquethevampire]

Every Cirque Du Freak Character Ranked By Their Likelihood of Having An Affair With My Wife

Hello everyone. I have reason to believe that my wife Susan is participating in a sexual affair with one of the characters from Darren Shan’s Saga of Darren Shan. She’s starting keeping IV bags of blood in the fridge, won’t stop talking about when the next Festival of the Undead is, and I found a ticket for the Cirque Du Freak hidden in the bottom of her underwear drawer.

It’s been tough to narrow down the suspect but I think I’ve finally got the definitive list here, ranked from least to most likely to be having an affair with my wife.

26. Madam Octa

Pretty self-explanatory. She’s a spider. And very faithful to her spider boyfriend, if what Seba tells me is true.

25. Sam Grest

He’s like, 12, so that would be pretty messed up. Plus, my wife always says she wishes I wasn’t so childish and immature, so I can’t see how she’d find any appeal in Sam.

24. R.V.

The hook hands might make things difficult. I haven’t noticed any cuts on my wife’s body, but to be fair I haven’t seen her undressed in about five years so I can’t be completely sure.

23. Harkat

My beautiful sweet angel Harkat would NEVER do that to me. He’s also completely lacking genitals, which makes it pretty hard to fuck my wife, I think.

22. Kurda Smahlt

Come on. We all know what team he plays for.

21. Seba Nile

I think Seba’s years of having sex are long over. I can’t even imagine it. It’s like imagining your grandfather having sex. Ew. Get that thought out of my head NOW!

20. Darren Shan

I don’t think Darren’s got that dog in him. Besides, he’s pretty busy saving the entire vampire clan and also being a Prince at 30 years old. When would he even have the time?

19. Paris Skyle

He’s pretty old like Seba, but he does have that spry young energy in him. He might want one last romp in the hay before he kicks the bucket, so I can’t completely rule him out.

18. Evra Von

I don’t fully trust the snake. He gives the vibe that he and Merla might like a third in their bed sometimes. Which is funny because when I asked my wife if we could have a threesome with her hot 22-year-old coworker she said no and didn’t speak to me for a week. Seems kind of hypocritical, Susan.

17. Debbie Hemlock

Since Debbie’s an English teacher her and my wife would probably bond over reading books or something boring like that. I don’t mind Debbie fucking my wife if it means I get to stop hearing about whatever shitty new book Colleen Hoover has released.

16. Arrow

I can definitely imagine Arrow and my wife having a beautiful and brief “Bridges of Madison County” type affair while I’m away on a work trip. He’s such a good guy that I can’t even be too mad about it.

15. Hibernius Tall

It’s always the tall skinny guys that are packing the baseball bats.

14. Gavner Purl

I don’t think Gavner’s morals would allow him to sleep with my wife. However, I fully believe they would have an emotional affair over the course of a few years. He’d tell her she reminded him of his ex-girlfriend, talk about his tragic backstory, and she’d fall in love with how “vulnerable” and “sensitive” he is. News flash!He’s never getting over Liz! You’re just a placeholder!

13. Annie Shan

Annie’s a single mother and emotionally unstable from a lifetime of trauma. Prime candidate for having an affair.

12. Alice Burgess

How could I possibly compete against a lesbian in a police uniform? This might be pretty hot, actually. I wonder if they’d let me watch.

11. Desmond Tiny

They wouldn’t outright sleep together, but just look at what happened with Darren and Steve’s moms. If my wife ends up pregnant, I’m definitely getting a paternity test.

10. Tanish Eul

I know he’s disgustingly unattractive and a cowardly asshole, but I can’t rule him out. She married me after all, so it’s possible she has a type. She also came home last week with a Dior bag and some Louboutins that we definitely can’t afford, so it’s possible they have some sort of sugar daddy/sugar baby arrangement.

9. Vanez Blane

My wife passed her Trials a few years ago and yet she still goes to “training sessions” with Vanez every Tuesday and Thursday. Seems suspicious.

8. Vancha March

Yeah, he’s disgusting and ill-mannered. But he’s also jacked and can spit some pretty serious game. And my wife currently has a UTI, and if anyone’s gonna be responsible for that it’s Vancha.

7. Evanna

She’s got the whole rope bondage outfit AND can transform her appearance. All she needs to do is change herself into Dr. House and my wife is as good as hers.

6. Wester Flack

I mean, we all know what he did to Larten. Cough, Alicia, cough. Do I really think he would respect the sanctity of my marriage?

5. Gannen Harst

He’s hot as hell and has that quiet stocism that women love. I suppose since the vampaneze can’t tell lies I could just ask him, but I don’t know if I’m ready to hear the truth.

4. Mika Ver Leth

Mika would definitely fuck my wife and not even think twice about it. I guess I’m not really allowed to complain about it because he’s a Prince and could easily have me thrown on the stakes in the Hall of Death. You win this time, Sire Mika.

3. Larten Crepsley

He’s dashingly handsome and has that timeless Quicksilver charm that the ladies all fall for. But my wife is still alive, unlike every other woman Larten’s been involved with.

2. Arra Sails

Arra would have zero qualms about cheating. We know for a fact she’s all about being “passionate in the coffin” and she quite literally asked Larten when Alicia was going to die so she could fuck him. The only reason she’s second on the list and not first is because I can’t imagine her having a positive interaction with another woman.

1. Steve Leonard

Is this even a question? Obviously it’s Steve. He got his best friend’s teenage sister pregnant and took off. He’s probably inside my wife right now, telling her what a loser I am and they’re both laughing about it. Fuck you, Steve.

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 1

Propaganda Under Cut

Allura

Lots of people (myself included tbh) ship klance (Keith and Lance). In s8 the creators made Allura/Lance canon (but then they killed her off and left the ending ambiguous it was weird). Anyway the fandom treats her like she's the most terrible bitchy woman ever but all she wants to do is end the war and avenge her destroyed home planet. Yeah she wasn't always the nicest or always the best, but you could argue some other characters in the show aren't either and they aren't treated near as bad as allura. people really just hate her bc Lance liked her. I don't think allura/lance are good together, but I still liked her as a character and thought she was interesting and had a lot of growth during the show. she DEF is not evil like some people portray her as in fic or talk about her in captions on posts. I've seen people say that they HATE her and that she's the worst and I'm like ??? let her live (well sort of ig she is dead now). lots of fic writers use her as the villain which is so interesting to me bc the show literally has villains like use them. anyway allura so perfectly fits the bracket description she deserves better.

I hate to acknowledge my time in this fandom but I hate the way the fandom treated her more. Allura was treated like shit no matter what side of the Great Ship War you were on because she was always a threat to the biggest ships (klance and sheith). At best she got put into Background Lesbian or Consolation Prize Shallura (Space Mom-zoned) (She was not a motherly figure btw. She was just Black). At worst she was violently demonized for being ~racist~ (kinda not cool with the alien race that blew up her planet for a few episodes), complete with misogynistic language hurled at her (she got called a bitch sooo much). Allura was a good and cool character and the show did her dirty but the fandom was somehow worse.

i apologise for speaking the dark magicks, but amidst the voltron fandoms many, many transgressions, there were a particular subset of people who just hated this girl. the infamous klance wars of the 2010s kept this perfectly fine childrens cartoon character in the sights of shippers everywhere, and she (and her voice actress im sure) were subjected to years of petty squabble blown up to global perportions. ive seen hate, ive seen rants, ive seen fanfics that made her homophobic. girls been through the ringer, and even though voltron was never the show its fandom wanted it to be, i believe allura deserved better

Kayano Kaede

shes genuinely a really tragic character who had potential for a really compelling, effective arc concerning grief, identity, healing, and finding trust again all while going through the inherent ordeal of being 15 years old….if she werent a female character in a shonen anime 😭😭 instead she gets sidelined during the show up until her big plot twist reveal after which shes immediately sidelined again. whatever i still love her and know her to be a character of all time who has suffered more than jesus. in my experience shes perhaps the female character who like. ive seen most *obsessively* hated due to her “getting in the way” of the ship b/w the male protagonist + deuteragonist (bc of her proximity to the both of them) u woild think shes the devil incarnate and not just. 15 and traumatised 

She had a crush on Nagisa and they kissed and a lot of fans ship him with Karma so theyre mad that Kaede is there. She is super silly and nice but the fandom hates her for standing in the way of karmagisa.

she's a sweet person that was an actor and loves her sister. she is the main love interest of the main character but doesn't interact with him more than most of the other characters for a majority of the story. Often I have seen them removed from the story only to become some homophobic jerk that's desperate for the main characters love instead of letting her keep the good friendship that her and the main character had before the romance.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼 & 🔀🔀🔀🔀 & 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕

15 for 🔼:

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“Until it tells you to drive into the ocean,” Eddie says. “And you’ve become so dependent on it that you listen. What are we teaching the kids?”

“The kids don’t use the coffeemaker, Eddie,” Buck says. “Although Jane is surprisingly proficient with the blender.”

Eddie glares at him. 

“You’re hilarious,” he says flatly.

Buck and Shannon laugh. 

“I’m sure it’s just that one bug in the system,” Shannon says. “Not the robot overlords coming to oppress you.”

“No one takes me seriously,” Eddie complains. He’s mostly joking. But he doesn’t trust the damn Hildy devices. 

iv.

Apparently, according to Karen Wilson - who Buck has no reason not to believe on account of her being a literal genius - the issues with the phones did not come from a bug. They came from a ransomware attack.

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12 for 🔀:

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Really, it has been for years. But now that Evan is an adult, it’s easy to do something about that. He has a bike, he has a license, he has some more agency. 

He spends all the time he can elsewhere. 

It’s summer. Warm and bright and beautiful. Why would Evan spend a minute more than he needs to in that dark coffin of a home? With his mother and her endless mourning? No. He wants to be outside. In the sun. Near the prolific greenery of this part of the world.

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15 for 🌕:

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Hazel hands Buck his drink. 

“I hope the rest of your night is good,” she says.

“Uh, thanks,” he nods. Then - despite the gratuity fee in the open bar agreement he’s already paid for - he takes a few bills from his pocket and stuffs them in her tip jar. He’s not sure why. It just feels like the thing to do. 

🌒

It technically doesn’t happen the day of their wedding, but it does happen on their wedding night. 

They’re laying next to each other in a hotel room that the staff have been endearingly careful not to call a bridal suite, talking softly about how much they loved the day and how happy they are. How much they love each other; that endless, unquenchable love. Eddie drifts off before him. At first, Buck likes that. He likes holding Eddie, being awake while Eddie is asleep, running his fingers through Eddie’s soft hair. It feels like a privilege. An honor.  He is the person that gets to hold Eddie while he sleeps, for the rest of their lives. 

[clearoranges]

Also that person who made the post complaining only has 1 other post on their blog lol,. imagine walking into a fandom and one of the first things you do is complain, like before the reblogging any art lol

yeah i noticed that. although ive been in this fandom on tumblr for literal years i only have like 3 posts cause my stupid ass keeps deleting everything and starting over cause i hate my art smh. (wont happen again) but trust i’ve been here forever and i understand the criticism but i just don’t care. i was 14-15 when i started in the fandom and am now 19 and with a (somewhat) better art style so i wanna draw and express stuff in this community as a bigger figure, i always wanted to be a big part of a community and this is it so i will continue as i am and if you don’t fw it don’t worry! just ignore me haha. for the rest of you ily and i hope you continue to support me.