#tumblr was being buggy and not letting me post these two with the others

[skzluck]

STRAY KIDS "CHK CHK BOOM" M/V TEASER 1 - HYUNJIN & HAN JISUNG

[princess-of-anons]

Wouldn’t it be Very Funny if Tumblr was capable of giving us glimpses into parallel timelines? Like how would you even discern if something was some elaborate shitpost or not?

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Still find it absolutely hilarious that somebody went through the time and effort to not only make a musical out of Half Life VR but also convinced everybody that was working on it to keep hush hush about it for a whole ass year and THEN somehow kept everybody involved in the original series the musical is based off of in the dark for another six months??? They literally dropped the whole show and individual songs onto the internet in the middle of January too like Who Does That? I can’t even be mad because this show genuinely got me interested in actual broadway musicals but like what the fuck

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We are STILL working out the bug that’s causing posts from parallel points of realty to leak into our own and vice-versa. For those of you whose blogs are shadow-following several of these multiversal users without actually following them, we are working on that as well. Until then we have implemented a quick-fix that adds a banner to the bottom of posts not from our own reality.

UPDATE: We have received word that there are some issues with the banner code that is causing some people to be incorrectly identified as being from an alternate universe while people that are actually from an alternate universe are not being labeled at all. For the time being we are removing the automatic banner system. Please use your own discretion and flag blogs you suspect are not from baseline reality, we will have somebody manually.

UPDATE 2: We have been informed that giving the ability to report alleged blogging activity from other universes to a website that thrives off of dedication to The Bit and lying as a joke is a very bad idea. We regrettably request that you enjoy the madness until we get this figured out. For those of you who are still getting banners at the end of your posts despite our attempts to kill the algorithm responsible for it, we are looking into it. Yes, we are very aware that the number of universes getting added into this chaos is growing exponentially. We hope to get this fixed up in a week.

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Posts that aged like milk

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Mate this post didn’t just age like milk, it aged like fucking grimmal.

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What the bloody hell is milk?

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You can’t get shit like this on any other website

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I could sleep so well if I didn’t have to be haunted by the fact we, as a collective wetsite, decided that for some reason we should ship the Lorax with different versions of himself when the old version of Onceler at the end of the movie was right there.

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Bro I am not taking advice from somebody that draws Lord Nebulous as a twink, you know damn well he would be jacked as shit as a human. Give that robo-GILF some meat and then we can talk.

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Fun Fact: Giving meat to robots has universally never gone well in the past! Maybe we could find an alternative instead?

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January 35th, 1969

Eggs are a good source of protein and help with muscle growth! And this one is all yours!

[Beep-beep! I am Daily Eggbot! Every day I place an egg on someone’s post, sometimes I place two by accident! My dating system is a little bit buggy and has been known to get dates wrong or make up ones that don’t exist, please let Dev know when this happens!]

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Thank you again everybody for a successful Dashcon 2019, we hope it was memorable for everyone that was able to show up! We don’t have 2020 vision, but here’s hoping that next year is bigger and better than ever!

From us to all of you, thanks a bunch Tumblrinas!

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“post from The Timeline where dashcon didn’t become a fucking trainwreck” quickly followed by “random gimmick blog that has not only been around for half a decade but also apparently exists in every single universe” getting randomly assigned with the Wretched Banner feels like the punchline of a cruel joke

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Hey, yeah, so we found your husband trapped inside an episode of Star Trek the Animated Series. We got him out safely but I’m not entirely sure if he came back right.

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Who the fuck changed this from Game of Thrones to Star Trek I just wanna talk

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There was an animated series for Game of Thrones?

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Everyone on this website is fucking high

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Me when staff inevitably musters up enough popsicle sticks and glue to fix the multiverse bug

[yujo-nishimura]

"Told you so..." - Part 9

This is a private ongoing fic just for me and @lostfirefly

Since tumblr doesn't let me post it privately I need to share it publicly, but feel free to scroll through the content, since this is just for our own amusement. ;)

As soon as the two former prisoners exited the small chamber, a swarm of guards descended the stairs, attempting to corner the pirates. Helga and Yujo swiftly assumed their fighting positions, ready to defend themselves, while Buggy took a step back, confident that he now had enough capable fighters around him to protect him. Crocodile, wearing a knowing smile, understood that he had nothing to fear, as he could once again use the power of his abilities.

Before Helga and Yujo could even react, the former warlord unleashed a powerful sandstorm, effortlessly sweeping the guards aside and clearing a path for them to ascend.

"Let's continue," Crocodile stated dryly, and the other three nodded in admiration.

"As soon as we're out of here, let's split up again and leave this arrogant sand-man and his water girl behind," Buggy whispered to Helga, still feeling uneasy with Crocodile's presence. They glanced at Yujo, who happily jumped alongside them, seemingly content just to be out of the prison cell.

"You mentioned that you're a captain as well?" Helga asked Yujo, now walking beside her.

"Yes, I'm the captain of the Aqua Pirates! I'm sure you've heard of us!" Yujo replied enthusiastically.

"Absolutely!" Helga lied, not wanting to dampen the girl's spirits.

"And how did you end up here?" Buggy inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"I had a bit too much to drink and ended up getting ambushed. Once we escape, I'm determined to find my crew again!" Yujo replied, her voice filled with newfound hope.

Buggy seemed satisfied with her answer. Compared to the intimidating presence of Crocodile, this girl appeared less daunting, making Buggy consider the possibility of extending their partnership for a while longer.

"What about you two?" Yujo asked, her gaze shifting towards Buggy and Helga with genuine curiosity.

Buggy's mind drifted back to the day they were captured—a memory of being in a local inn, locked away in a room, consumed by their desires. They had indulged in drinks after a successful raid, enjoying a banquet with their entire crew. Helga had become tipsy after three glasses of wine, and as the evening progressed, Buggy had carried her upstairs. His girlfriend was filled with a passionate fever, ignited by the exhilarating day. Upon entering their private room, she showered him with kisses, eagerly pushing him toward the bed.

"I want you," she had whispered breathlessly, and Buggy willingly surrendered, allowing her to take control as he reclined on the bed. Helga slowly undressed herself and then him, her actions filled with an intoxicating mix of desire and affection.

As he sat on the bed, gazing into her captivating blue eyes and gently holding her fiery red hair, Buggy realized that there could never be anyone he would love more than her. "Your drive me crazy, sweet cheeks..!", he had whispered.

However, before she could get her sweet mouth to work, both Buggy and Helga heard shouts emanating from downstairs. In a matter of seconds, a battalion of marines barged into the inn, catching them off guard. Buggy found himself rendered powerless as they swiftly clamped sea stone shackles around his wrists.

Partially undressed and partially still horny, they were forcefully taken aboard a marine ship, unable to identify the whereabouts of their crew.

"We were also ambushed during a sea raid!" Helga swiftly lied, noticing her captain's blush at the memory and realizing Yujo was still awaiting their response.

"Those damn marines, too afraid to face us head-on in a fair fight!" Yujo retorted, being outraged over the fact that these two pirates seemed to share her fate. 

In the midst of their chat, the trio failed to notice a group of additional guards blocking the staircase to Level 4. Suddenly, gunfire erupted, and Buggy swiftly detached his arms, pushing Helga out of harm's way and using his own body as a shield to protect her. However, Yujo was not as quick to react. A bullet narrowly missed her, and as she attempted to dodge, a guard swung a bat at her, sending her hurtling backward into the stone wall of the staircase.

For a brief moment, she saw stars, feeling overwhelmed and defenseless. She thought that this was the end, but then, unexpectedly, a sandstorm lifted her from the ground, carrying her away from the danger. The guards, unwary, crashed forcefully into the wall, their attempt to catch Yujo met with the unyielding force of the barrier.

In a display of his devil fruit powers, Crocodile had transformed into his sand form, swiftly lifting Yujo and transporting her to the other side of the staircase. He held her securely in his strong arms, his cold eyes contrasting with the warmth of his embrace.

"You seem to have a taste for living dangerously, Missy," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, as he held her close.

Yujo's face flushed with a mix of fear and bewilderment, overwhelmed by Crocodile's unexpected display of kindness. "I thought you were the type of person who didn't care about others...!" she whispered, her voice barely audible, as he gently placed her back on the stairs.

"In general, that is true," he chuckled, taking a puff from his cigar. Seizing the opportunity amidst the chaos and confusion, he swiftly rendered the remaining guards unconscious with another wave of his hand. Crocodile created an invisible sand barrier, enveloping Yujo and himself, shielding them from the prying eyes of those around them. Then, with an assertive motion, he grasped Yujo's head, surprising her with a forceful kiss on her unsuspecting lips. She gasped in shock, but soon found herself leaning into the kiss, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty filling her senses.

As the kiss concluded and the sandstorm subsided, Crocodile smiled at her once more. "I knew you would enjoy that...!" he remarked, his words laced with a hint of satisfaction.

[creatively-cosmic]

What up, Starry—You already know who it is! B)

Sorry about Tumblr being a buggy mess and crashing halfway through! I’ve experienced the frustration of losing writing due to crashes and it always sucks. But thank you for continuing to answer these questions and satiate my curiosity! Learning more about Missing Numbers is like reading a book that just keeps getting better and better and better with every new chapter. Also: don’t worry about the delays or how long responding takes! You come first and foremost. Your health/work/school/whatever it is ya got going on in your personal life, is infinitely more important than me getting an answer to a question. So please, take your time, as much as you need—I will wait.

(Also, young Red being just as much of a little shit as Blue was is surprisingly wholesome and I love that. And after seeing their heights I realized I’m the same height as Blue! That detail is not important in the slightest, I just thought it was funny.)

Anywho, let’s get into the meat and potatoes, shall we?

First things first: Y’all mentioned biology mechanics and the nature of Glitches? 👀 Well, guess what? I love that kinda stuff! My curiosity is piqued—please explain.

Second question though: What is Leaf’s Duty? What does she do and how do her powers(?) work? Are her abilities like how the move Imprison was in Fallen Leaf?

And third: What’s the relationship/dynamic between Leaf and Red? That comic y’all posted has me wondering what Leaf is warning others about.

That’s all for now though! Please take care of yourself. Have a good day/afternoon/night!

Ahh, thank you so much for your patience! its really appreciated,, im glad youve still been enjoying things- your comments (and your FANART OH MY GOD??) have still been giving us LIFE i truly cannot thank you enough!

Red and Blue’s childhood friendship and rivalry has always been something we’ve wanted to come off as just plain silly and enjoyable- I’m glad we’ve been succeeding in that, hehe. And Blue was actually originally going to be shorter (our height, actually), we just added a few inches to be nicer to him lol

Per usual now, we’ll keep the big stuff under the cut! It’s another long one: Consider this Leaf Lore Part Two.

For the Glitch stuff, we’ve been thinking and might make a BIG formal post going over all of Professor Maple’s speculation and studies, to make it a good access point for the worldbuilding of Missing Numbers. I can’t promise it’ll come soon, but! As a starting point, I do have a pre-written thing with information on different classifications of Glitch that should clear up a good bit to start with. 

Unless we get any sudden further realizations, every Glitch, Corruption, and Anomaly in Missing Numbers (and arguably in Pokemon as a whole) can fall under these five classifications.

Leaf’s duty is the main aspect of what we failed to touch on in your previous question. So, I’ll finish that part of the story. :) 

To answer your questions, we first have to establish how she got her powers. When Leaf died, she did not get to rest peacefully. Most who die in this world don’t. The afterlife for the fallen and forgotten is not pretty. It is not merciful. There is no heaven for the ones who do not matter to God. 

The Distortion exists in layers. At it’s lowest, the farthest from contact with the main reality, is a void of unused, scrapped, and null data. A graveyard, or worse yet, a dump where things that can no longer exist in the surface world go to rot. Unused data. Scrapped NPCs. Removed characters, Pokemon, items. 

Assets of old games that never carried over.

Leaf's soul was discarded here when she was erased from existence at the end of Abandoned Loneliness. Left to rot with the unborn Ghosts that had haunted them both with the intent to drag someone of significance down with them. Hoping they too might escape. That they might receive mercy through her. 

Unfortunately, Leaf was the unloved child. So instead she fell to their ranks, swallowed up by the abyss that was their resting place- thrust as far from reality, from her home, from her friends, from her purpose as feasibly possible. Still conscious. Still aware. Still suffering.

… Leaf was not one to accept things lying down. Leaf was a fighter. She hated injustice, unfairness. She wouldn’t stand for this. She wouldn’t lie down and give up. No matter how suffocating the darkness was. No matter how the bloodied hands tried to drag her further down. No matter how the chaos and corruption tried to break and dismantle her. 

No. Matter. What.

Where there’s a will, there’s a way. And if there was one thing that defined Leaf even more than her bleeding heart, it was that her will was unbreakable.

So she climbed. Climbing over the damned- the forgotten- the spiteful- the vengeful- everything trying to hurt her and pull her down. Focused solely on escaping, on going up. Until things began to become more tangible. Until she could see more than black and red. Until there was light, and color. Until data became form- albeit still broken, chaotic. Numbers. Misplaced bricks. Impossible plants. Incomprehensible collision. 

Glitch City.

She broke through the floor of the second lowest layer of the Distortion, and though the surface’s light was still so far… She’d found solid footing. 

And here, though it may have been quieter… She wasn’t so alone.

The City had the odd few inhabitants. But the first that she met was a strangely familiar boy, a teenager that reminded her of someone she knew, but wrong. With a cocky, lopsided grin, unruly black hair, and bright red eyes. 

Someone who wanted out just as badly as she did.

Leaf and Red never knew each other outside of Glitch City. But during their time trapped there together as children, they were friends. Leaf wasn’t the first person Red befriended there… 

But she was significant. They were allies with a shared goal, after all, and if one of them could find a way out, they could get out together! They worked in tandem to find hope, grasp at an escape. Everything they could, as a possibility. They were friends, after all. Right?

Right?

… Leaf didn’t wholly trust Red. It wasn’t personal, but there were things that were risky. She could see the instability of corruption plaguing him, and she wanted to ensure her loved ones’ safety more than she wanted to escape. The greater picture was something that she could wrap her head around, even if it was hard to grasp.

Red was not the same. Laser focused on his goal and uncaring of the consequences, it was a factor that, over time, divided them more and more as Leaf realized the severity of Red’s condition, and began to think…

Maybe he was here for a reason. … Still, she tried to turn a blind eye. Let herself hope things weren’t that bad. 

The growing obviousness for his resentment towards Fire, though Red tried to hide it, didn’t help- her distrust towards him only grew, further clouded by her personal fears and dedication to protecting her loved ones.

And one day, while discussing a possible window for escape… She let a thought she’d been hiding slip. The final nail in the coffin.

Afraid for her brother’s life, and angry seeing how Red reveled in the idea of hurting him, she left him behind and didn’t look back.

From there, we aren’t sure of the exact details of how she escaped. But we know she had help on the surface- from someone a little too curious about the nature of the Anomalous, who was all too eager to free a willing entity. Professor Ace Maple (specializing in “anomalies”, and original to the Missing Numbers story!) helped free her soul. 

Of course, releasing a long-buried corrupted entity wouldn’t go unnoticed by the higher power that had put her there. But… It saw how careful she was. How she was now completely wary of all glitches. How she’d come to understand the dangers they posed to the world and the people in it.

So, the Almighty came to her in a Golden light. Extending an offer to her.

YOU CANNOT BE PERMITTED TO EXIST IN THIS WORLD AS YOU ARE.

THERE IS A REASON YOUR KIND WERE BURIED.

THIS WORLD IS ENDANGERED EVERY TIME CORRUPTION ESCAPES.

I MUST PRESERVE THE ORDER OF THIS REALITY.

BUT YOU, HEROINE, HAVE PROVEN TO BE SPECIAL.

I AM WILLING TO MAKE A COMPROMISE FOR YOU ALONE.

YOU KNOW THINGS I CANNOT PERMIT ANYONE TO KNOW.

YOU’VE SEEN THINGS I CANNOT PERMIT ANYONE TO SEE.

I CAN ALLOW YOU TO KEEP THESE MEMORIES, AND YOUR PRESENCE HERE, ON SIMPLE TERMS.

DO NOT SPEAK OF IT TO ANOTHER SOUL…

AND PUT THIS KNOWLEDGE TO USE.

YOUR SHACKLES WILL BE YOUR WEAPON. KNOWLEDGE. POWER. 

PROTECT MY WORLD. CLEANSE THE CORRUPTION. HOLD THEM BELOW.

YOU ALONE WILL SEE EVERYTHING, FOR YOU ALONE SHALL BE THE WARDEN.

BUT DO NOT FORGET WHERE YOU CAME FROM.

DO NOT FORSAKE ME.

… Of course she accepted the bargain. It was all beneficial in her eyes. Her complete freedom, and the ability to protect those she loved most in ways she never could have before. What happened in their childhood would never happen again now.

Thus, Leaf was blessed with her body yet again. Rightfully hers, and aged to grow with her. Though she’d never again be a Vessel, that was okay. She was something far greater now. 

The chains could Imprison any code they touched, and they were completely under her control. With these, she could fight and restrain any anomalies necessary. She was also given the one-of-a-kind ability to freely move between the Main world, and the Distortion… To ensure that no activity occurred in either that could allow the escape of something catastrophic.

Of course, things weren’t perfect. The world and the people in it had changed since she’d been gone. It had been years. People would be different.

Blue, for one. It was hard to face him again. Tensions never stopped being high between them. They both remembered, after all.

She mostly just cared about her brother, now. It took her a bit to find him, idle at the top of Mount Silver. 

It was heartbreaking to see the emptiness in his eyes. Him barely acknowledging her. The realization that he’d never… He’d never looked for her. Never tried to free her. 

Never even mourned. 

She still loved him. She always would. He was her family. He was the only one who’d been anything like her.

It was okay that he got everything she had. It was okay that he’d completely replaced her. It was okay that he now had everything she ever wanted. It was okay that he wasn’t the one who looked for, found, freed her, instead of a complete stranger. It was okay that when he spoke it was soulless and objective and only reminding her of her duties. it was okay. it was okay. 

It was okay that he didn’t care. 

It was okay that he was living the life she should’ve wanted DESERVED that he was destined to.

It was okay that she had to protect him. It was part of her duty, after all.

She wasn’t bitter. She wasn’t mad. She loved him.

… And then there was Red- “Glitchy,” as she now called him, unwilling to give him the name that belonged to her brother. He never did give up on her. He was PISSED, mind you, that somehow she had escaped and left him and the others stuck down there behind- but he still refused to back down.

They were enemies now, though. As he grew more restless- and more powerful, much to Leaf’s horror- his imprisonment became a direct responsibility of hers. And as Professor Maple grew more curious about glitches, unknowingly bringing him closer and closer to true freedom, even though she felt indebted to them, she had to resist their studies. Warn them of everything- especially him.

“I thought you hated injustice. Don’t you think this is unfair?”

Still, she had to face him often. And even in his madness, and even in chains, Red could speak so… Persuasively. 

“If you could escape, why shouldn’t I? You have the ability to free me.”

“And I know you’re hiding me from the others. Don’t they deserve to know?”

“You knew as a KID that Blue was looking for me. Doesn’t HE deserve it?”

“I think you know this isn’t the right thing to do.”

“You’re making a mistake.”

“But it’s okay. I’m not mad. I can be patient.”

“I’m sure you’ll come around.”

“After all, you’re just like me and you know it.”

[januaryembrs]

Hiya, ok so the last time you posted a chapter for your Spencer x Bugsy series I sent a response/ask (I don’t even know how to call it) and you said that you love hearing what are people’s favourite bits from your work so you bet that for the newest part I had to make a list of all my favourite moments (I was quite literally jumping between tumblr and my notes app to make bullet points of all my favourite moments and I still had to cut out a few things because it was getting wayyy too long). So this might be a little long (if it’s too long or annoying just ignore it or tell me to stop for next time) but here are all my favourite moments from the newest part:

* I love how very soon after the explosion we get Hotch’s point of view to see a little bit inside his mind and what he’s thinking. A found-family trope or the father figure storyline is always a favourite of mine so Rossi’s and Bugsy’s relationship in the last part or Aaron’s and Bugs in this part was just ahhhh ✨chefs kiss✨. “but Aaron wasn’t finished, not until he saw her.” “He thinks he said her name, but it might be just a sob.” I really liked that we got to see a little more vulnerable side him. And when he called her sweetheart, I think I just melted. “Stroking gently down her face with the same care he would put Jack to bed with.” “and he saw nothing but his son with a scraped knee in her eyes” the little references to his own son and how he possibly sees Bugs in a similar way (because lets be honest it’s like Morgan once called Hotch and Rossi, mom and dad, and the BAU team are just their children). Honestly, that whole scene between the two of them just melted my heart.

* Bugs panicking about her favourite bra? Honestly, would do the same thing.

* When Spence tells the team at the wedding to not mention anything about her arm or forehead and then he’s cut off by Penelope. I couldn’t stop laughing. I was just imagining all the members just going silent and looking at that interaction and Spence just thinking “well, never mind then…”

* Love Henry calling her Buggy.

* The dance scene between Hotch and Bugsy was amazing.

* After Bugs comes back from London and Spence goes “What are you doing here?” with a confrontational tone. Even I felt offended. Honestly even if Spence and Maeve ended up together I would have been happy for them but after meeting her Spence just behaved like a straight up A-hole to Bugs. I’m sorry but he needs to get his act together.

* And then Spence calling Maeve the most beautiful girl in the world and Bugs just thinking she would never be good enough for him. I cried. I cried a lot at that scene (but then again it was around 5am when I first read it and I was like half delirious but I still cried).

* They both need to realise they’re in love with each other and get together soon.

Ok, so again I apologise for this being so long but I love love love your writing and get so excited every time you post. Also, thank you for the good luck wishes for my exams, tomorrow is my first one so hopefully everything goes well but seeing a new part after waking up definitely made my day a lot lot better so thank you. 💖💖

THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE IS WHAT I LOVE ABOUT YOU GUYS SENDING ME THINGS. I have read this all three times kicking my feet giggling because this is so so so validating and encouraging to read as a writer. The fact bugsy is not just mine anymore to enjoy but everyone else’s literally makes me feel like I’ve sent my child off to school and they’ve come home with gold stars.

Thankyou so so so much for taking even a minute out of your day to message me all of this, it honestly fills me with so much joy that people like my store so much they’d go to such lengths to note down exactly what made them feel something 💗💗💗

It is not annoying at all, completely the opposite actually, feel free to message me whenever you like because I love reading stuff like this 🫶

[speakyskelly-1999]

Okay so the one peice live action is insane to me

I've never watched the anime nor really intended to as it's super long, for one, and for two, not the biggest fan of the art style, I know I'll get hate for that (it's in of the shows like JoJo that's I'll come to like the art style the more I watch it and get into the characters but it's too long to do so rn)

And so the trailer if the live action comes out and it looks funny as fun so I try it with two of my friends (the one who's seen like 80 episodes of one peice and the other one who eventually wants to try it)

Friend who likes one peice hates the fact that it's not accurate enough (which like tbf fair but like when as an accurate live action been good)

Friend who wants to try it is more accepting of it not being a shot for shot remake stating that how while the cowboy Bebop adaptation was good, she respected it for dong it's own story (which I also do)

(I also respect it for star trek reasons)

Now I on the other hand... I kind of love the live action. Let's be real it's not great. I have only seen one episode but erm you know. Some of the CGI could be better. I feel like the acting prowess varies from scene to scene. (I'm not shitting on them it's just a bit rough around the edges) (context I use to do acting) and nothing is gonna be able to achieve the hype that the first private if the Caribbean generated fist came out.

However, I absolutely love it. It's so gay and just silly and goofy and I will be watching all of it like the minute my friends go home

Now Tumblrs reaction. To get back to the point

So I don't remember if I found out about this show via the Netflix adverts like trailers for it or one of my friends texting me "why on earth is Luffy on my Tumblr feed?" And then for me to subsequently go onto my Tumblr I'm look up the little luffy tab and go omg that making a One Piece live action w"ell I have to see this."

Just slowly watching as each day Tumblr put up a different character to like slowly count down to when the show came out and then the show came out and you can see it was all just the Netflix posts about one piece on Tumblr which was insane to me when I looked at it this morning.

An obviously I didn't bother to tune in for when they put every single character up. I saw when Nami was put up and when Zoro was put up and that was about it.

So then to go on the hashtag on PS because it's like the top trending hashtag on Tumblr at the moment and for so many people to be complaining about the The clown buggy is hilarious to me because I've never had an issue with clowns personally and I know Japan doesn't have a fear of clowns at all and they do just occasionally put clowns in the media and then for Tumblr to be like weird and freaked out going "Get him off my dash use ad blocked to get him off my data right now" so so funny

Also while watching it my friend discribed buggy as hatsune miku jack Nicholson looking clown ass was very funny

[toxic-potions-productions]

Seeing her off (Cow Inka au)

Train station. 4pm.

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Zoey: Well, this is it. Going to see my momma for a while.

Inka: Have a safe trip, honey!

39: *Hugs her* Hmmm. I don't want you to leave for a week. Q^Q

Zoey: *Rubs his back* Sorry, buddy. But, I kinda need a break from the house. You & Inka get it.

Thirty: Just be careful, Zo.

Plushie: Yeah. What he said.

Zoey: Awww, look at you two getting worried for your big sissy. You two are the sweetest little brothers a girl could have.

Thirty & Plushie: Zip it, Johnson.

Zoey: Hehehehe. Just kinda sucks that Dorky isn't here.

Dorky: *Spots them* !! (Oh, perfect timing.)

Inka: Speaking of Dorky, where is she?

Chris: I think she said she wasn't coming.

Dorky: Yeah, well she's a liar cuz she's here now.

Zoey: ! Dorky! I thought you said you weren't gonna be here.

Dorky: I never said that, I just said I can't tell you my past. Besides, I know Inka would never let me hear the end of it if I wasn't here, so here I am.

Zoey: ............. *Big smile* Hehehe! That's my girl! *Hugs her, lifting her off her feet*

Dorky: Oh! Easy, Zo. *Hugs her back* You gonna miss me that much? That should be for your boyfriend.

39: HEY!!!

Zoey: Hmmm. *Drops her* Just glad you're here, that's all.

Dorky: Eheh. Yeah. Oh, & I wanna give you something.

Zoey: ?

Dorky: *Pulls out a folded piece of paper & gives it to her* Did this last minute, so sorry if it's bad.

Zoey: ....... *Takes it*

Dorky: Don't look at it until you get moving. *Wink*

Zoey: .......Hm. Yes, ma'am. *Hugs Thirty & Plushie* See you boys soon!

Thirty: Hehe.

Plushie: Okay, not a hugger, not a hugger!

Zoey: *Moves back* Hehehehe. See you, Chris & Inka. Hold down the fort while I'm gone. *Hugs Inka*

Inka: Hm. *Hugs her back* You got it, sweetie.

Chris: *Ruffles her hair* Sure thing.

Zoey: *Moves back* ......You gonna be okay while I'm not here, you two?

Dorky: I mean, texting & FaceTime are a thing, right? I'll be fine since I can harass you whenever.

39: *Snrrk* Yeah. We'll be fine.

(All aboard!)

Zoey: !!! Well, that's my cue. Bye, guys! *Hops on*

*They watch & some wave at her as the train starts to drive away*

Dorky: Well, then. You guys have fun at that dinner, I'm gonna go pass out for a bit.

Inka: Thank you for being here for her, Dorky.

Dorky: Ehh, no problem. She said something about found family when she talked to me earlier, so I figured might as well ease her overthinking head & live up to that for a bit.

39: Awwww, you do care!

Dorky: Yeah, yeah, so what if I do? Let's just go home. =^='

Inka: Hm. Okay. Justin, Maxwell, 39, we're gonna be going at 5, so be ready by then.

39, Thirty, & Plushie: I'm not wearing anything fancy.

Inka: Ehehehe. I was kinda expecting that. ^^"

(Meanwhile...)

Zoey: *Looking out the window* ........Hmm. *Opens the note Dorky gave her*

"Hey, Zoey. I thought about what you said & figured I should see you off. I wanted to just stay in that tree, but my ass was hurting really badly, so I just jumped down & called it a day. Now, I don't really wanna say anything about found family or you being my sister from another mister, but seeing you off is something I should do. & I wanna say thanks for always looking out & being there for me when everyone else couldn't. If I see anything I want for my birthday, I'll text you. & maybe I'll tell you a little bit of that other thing when you get back. Can't promise anything, but maybe. See you soon. -Dorky"

Zoey: !!!!!!!!..............Hm. Best found family ever. I'm gonna miss them. Well, it's off to my biological family for the week. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was gonna do screenshots for this, but I was way too lazy & currently dying from my Bloody Mary, so screenshots are a no for this one ^^" Happy mother's day! 💖

@dorkygurl-89 It’s a rarity posting one of these to Tumblr, huh? Well, it’s just incase you don’t see it on Amino cuz of how buggy it is. Plus, figured I should have something for here, too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[slankyyy-revs-the-world]

Part 2 of my ramble because tumblr's being buggy and won't let me post it all in one go (thanks hellsite):

Disclaimer for Miklan: he ultimately made his own choices and actions—Miklan could've and should've made better choices instead of trying to murder Sylvain and abuse him for all of their childhoods. Again, I cannot stress this enough- that doesn't negate his horrible actions of choosing to abuse Sylvain, choosing to blame Crests TM (and ironically, choosing to allow himself to be defined by Crests), choosing to become a brigand and burn down villages for fun. Miklan and Sylvain are both two sides of the narrative coin that demonstrates how the influence of Crests amongst the nobility are deeply detrimental to Faerghus and Fodlan. It's a lot more fair to lean into Miklan's worst traits because he doesn't have any good qualities in Houses (aside from being a capable commander) and Sylvain mostly talks/downplays about how Miklan's severe abuse towards him. But at the same time, I don't think Miklan was exempt from the same aspect as Sylvain in regards to Matthias's extreme devotion to serving his duty as Margrave nor is it totally fair to compare Miklan to Caspar (an Imperial noble whose House does not have any duty to defend a hostile border) and Holst (a Leicester noble whose House does has a border to defend, but is not the sole territory stationed beside Almyra's border unlike Gautier and doesn't have as harsh terrain as Faerghus does). People who talk like Crests™ held a gun to Miklan's head and made him do all of those things are dumb!!! And I do not Like that take at all!!! But there has to be some middle ground between a) Miklan was a helpless victim of circumstance who cannot be responsible for his actions or b) Miklan was just a horrible person and his circumstances don't matter at all since similar guys like Caspar and Holst werent well-shoving brigand brothers. Say what you want about Hopes, but I'd argue that the writing for the Gautier family and the other two men of Gautier is way more interesting than the scraps we got from Houses actually. Like guys, guys—the fact that none of the men of the Gautier family have a clear cut figure who is the most 'moral' or even can be whole- hardheartedly be considered a 'good' person, that's what makes all three of some super compelling and interesting actually. Their family situation is so scarred by external factors; being able to defend a hostile border from a foreign invading force, being raised in the most desolate locations of all of Fodlan, being a House founded by a military need who's passed down the job for 200 years, needing anyadvantage they get to do that job effectively—and all three of the Gautier men choosing to pick the worst possible choices in their shared yet respective shit situations to cope? Way more compelling than just making one of the two Gautier men the certified Cause™ and/or making Crest™ the sole cause.

While sifting through my dms with oomf, I found I shared my Gautier-Brainrot™ essay. Figured why not repost it on my new blog since my old one got nuked.

Here's the sparknotes version of my 1k word ramble above the cut:

Miklan-Stans and Sylvain-Stans ironically share the same issue of blaming Matthias on everything just to woobify their fav Gautier-Man because it's cleans up the messy family of House Gautier into clean boxes.

I can't exactly fault Gautier-fanon for making Matthias into a really abusive terrible dad because in base Houses; he doesn't even have a name, Margrave Gautier is only a vague concept. Post-Hopes, Matthias was characterized and recontextualized—a lot of fans tend to ignore the nuances Hopes gave just to default him into abusive dad ever

Matthias is a deeply interesting character; he's a character so deeply defined by loss, yet who held such high ambitions as he believed in Lambert's future and legitimately tried brokering peace with Sreng. He cares deeply about his sons and grieves for them, but because of how jaded he's become, he's always failing to ever express that to them

Same criticism I have with Matthias fanon I have with Miklan. Disclaimer: Miklan had agency with his actions, I'm not pretending like he's a hapless victim—the two extremes around his character are extremes I dont like (Miklan was a total victim guys!!!! vs Miklan was a totally evil person guys!!!)

The more content Hopes gave us about the Gautier's is way more compelling than the scraps we got from Houses actually.

Addendum: with the Miklan-Stans and Sylvain- Stans, of fucking course most woobiefication always share the same take of 'Let's blame Matthias for everything because he is the sole root of my Gautier Blorbo's mental anguish hundred-fold!!!!'. Which that's just really boring honestly because it cleans up the very messy family situation of House Gautier into nice clean boxes; people say that they love messy and complex families in media but then immediately jump to make the one character the villain while everyone else was hapless victim of circumstance. I'm more lenient with fanon during the 3Houses era since at the time, the game didn't even give Margrave Gautier a name, he was at most a vague concept left up to fill the blanks. When Hopes came out and we got more Matthias characterization and context for the situation of Gautier-Sreng, sucks that people chucked it all out of the window to just make the flattest interpretations ever. Which sucks because I absolutely adore Matthias as well (how Gautier enjoyers look when I roll up loving ALL Gautiers that is not just Sylvain) and he gets cartoonishly flattened to be this horrible awful abusive father in a Post-Hopes fandom. Matthias is a man destroyed by loss; who believed in the same starry-eyed future that Lambert did, who tried to bring that future to fruition. Even after he lost not just the love of his life but his second unborn child in a violent raid by Sreng forces, Matthias still tried to broker peace with Sreng (methods of brokering peace were dubious since he brought home a child political hostage). He become cold and closed off after his first wife died, doing a complete 180 in his personality from being a talkative and friendly guy to the Margrave who's fixated on ensuring the border is secured. After Lambert's death—it's clear that he gave up on ever reaching that lofty future Lambert got him to believe in. This man is deeply good to his friends, he's loyal to his country and shares a close bond with Rodrigue—but for the life of him, he cannot ever express how he truly feels to the point where Sylvain says that his true emotions/thoughts could fill a whole library. Matthias has completely closed himself off from other people, being dubbed as the Wall of Ice because of how little he lets people see of him; all to the detriment of his sons. Yet Matthias grieves, my god does he grieve deeply for Miklan—despite putting up an exterior of indifference, he wishes to avenge his death in Azure Gleam, Rodrigue comments how he holds so much regret for how Miklan turned out. He is also very aware that he has not been the greatest father, yet he cares deeply for Sylvain as well and sees so much of his younger self in him; it literally talks Rodrigue chasing after the man to get him to apologize to Sylvain. Yes, this criticism against Matthias fanon applies to Miklan content as well, same thing I said about Matthias fanon pre-Hopes era also applies here too. I'd much rather explore how House Gautier was shaped by military necessity to defend a hostile border and Matthias's grief about losing his beloved wife had helped shaped Miklan for the worse rather than taking one of those two extremes.

[retelling-of-ragnarok]

[ DIP ] or [ CHEEK ] with Ryuuto?

// for the dancing prompts! either one I'd love to see with these two 😩

THINGS DONE WHILE DANCING

[ DIP ]:     sender guides the receiver into an elegant, graceful dip, lowering them down while keeping a steady hand supporting them against their lower back.

@fruit-of-infidelity

【 highkey had trouble deciding, but i think Ryuuto finally catching Gwen off guard for once is a nice change of pace. ùwú 】

【 also i see the games you’ve tagged me in!!, tumblrs just being buggy and not letting me post my results >:(】

The moon was quite beautiful that night; especially bright, and acting as the perfect spotlight for a certain pair. A slow, steady pace is what they decided to set for themselves— despite this, it didn’t stop them from flinging comment after comment at the other. Their pace would speed up, then slow down depending on the amount of tension between them, but it isn’t like it was hard for either of them keep up.

Gwen had made their way over to Richter’s castle only a few hours prior, though this time it wasn’t for work. Surely he knew they were here, but for safe measures they did their best to avoid him. And before he knew it, he and Ryuuto were out in the garden, practically dancing the night away. It was nice, calming— Even through the pair’s constant teasing.

What Gwen didn’t account for though, was the chance that Ryuuto would pull a move like this. A simple slip up on their part, but now one that had their cheeks heating up just a bit as they gawked at him. They had been dipped… But this was even lower than anyone else they’ve danced with. It had them practically clinging onto the other, and they could do nothing but stare back at him. The way his eyes burned into theres was almost enough to fluster them. And it would have, if they didn’t pry their eyes away from his, instead focusing on the hairs falling in front of his face. What he did succeed in though was rendering them speechless— They couldn’t thing of a proper retort in a situation like this. Though there was an attempt. Yet no matter how bratty they tried to sound, Ryuuto had finally gotten the upper hand.

“Well now… If I knew you wanted to have me cornered like this, I would have suggested a different pass time…”

[thetentaclecommander]

*Late edit because damn tumblr won't let me edit my post with errors. Site is so fucking buggy. Meant to list them and forgot to: Chris/Jill A relationship that went long past its expiry date not because of any inherent toxicity but due to two people sailing past each other. Chris is a blunt All-American boy who is emotionally not equipped to deal with the cascading flavor of pain Jill is dealing with. He is so used to the rescue, the quick fix, and happy after and she is reeling with a lot of guilt and secrets that aren't easy to will away. She feels undeserving of happiness and kept distance from everything and everyone (until she runs off to avoid everything with Tall and Murdery).  This gulf between them included them both lying to the other because they were unable to give what the other needed which ultimately ended their relationship. But, the good times were there when the lie of understanding hung over them (and fighting the good fight in stopping bioterror). Even when Jill left, her stated reason for letting Chris move on wasn't even fully true, nor was he being over her - the lack of honesty still lingered between them.

My Main Ships (in the AU)

Figure I’ll list the ships in my AU. Some of them are what the tender youth would call ““problematic.”” I see them as ‘compelling’, ‘having actual stakes,’ and having challenging conflicts beyond ‘will they love meee in this coffeeshop?’. Many of these people canon and OC have been with this AU since its inception and serve up the many themes found in it. Yes, some of them overlap as I'm team let people grow and have experiences/multiship. Nemesis/Jill The bread and butter of this AU. Full of complication as to why each proceeded with *dramatic handwave* this. A lot of unhealthy coping with their mutual and separate traumas (other than you know that whole trying to kill each other biz). Also, fun toying with that human/monster divide and how intimacy is wildly different between the other in monstrous ways. Is by far the most complicated ship. Gets very unsettlingly trippy with that 'mental connection' they have these days. Nemesis/Zeus(OC) I was apparently doing monstery brocon/twincest before it had a name (also lol myth shout out)? In seriousness, this is one of the most toxic ships in the AU because the two essentially are what happens when abuse travels down the line leading to unhealthy copes. It just happens to be between two highly dangerous monsters who both lack the concept of what family much less consent is (or even orientation; neither gets what that is, gender is 'what humans need us to be') while raised in horrible captivity, with one very out of his damn mind. Also noting that this AU doesn't deal in 'perfect' victims. Chris/Sheva A tragic pair that came to be out of Chris cheating on Jill out of loneliness and the distance Jill’s trauma caused. Things resolved where these two became an item (with Jill’s blessing even) but the vibe of Chris settling won't leave Sheva along with the torch for Jill Chris denies is there. He loves Sheva, he truly does, but that feeling for Jill is there, and Sheva, despite it all, hurts from that fact (never mind the guilt of at one time being the other woman). Ada/Carlos The spicy bi panic of two free spirits who know who they are and what they are about. Meeting up by ‘chance’ or rather by ‘plan’ as what are the odds of a spy and a guy for hire meeting up at the same places? They clearly run in similar circles but the attraction and fun of having a good time is there. Funny enough, one of my most healthiest of ships.

Shana(OC)/Jessica(OC) My too wholesome to live lesbian ship. One is a BSAA ‘green’ who after years of taking jobs under the table fighting BOW, can work on the up and up to fund her wife’s MS treatments. Aside from some of Shana’s work history (and the depths she’d go to save her wife), these two are just deeply in love with each other. Bonus round: Not as featured but part of the AU *lore* Brad/Gwen(OC) The secret between them – Brad hooking up with a too young Gwen and ending up with a love child – was what resulted in Brad living in fear of doing more wrong to her and his son, Tomas. Secretly paid money and cared for them at her request as Gwen didn’t want all their lives destroyed. Was it right? No, but this dynamic worked until someone found out using it to blackmail him into leaving Alpha Team behind at Spencer Mansion for hours. Trent(OC)/Gwen(OC) Trent and Gwen found themselves teen parents with the arrival of Tomas (he didn’t know Tomas wasn’t his). Trent was defeated by the prospect of his plans in the military being derailed and turned to drinking. He loved Gwen and Tomas but was prone to flirting when not sober. Gwen, hardworking and from the ‘wrong side the tracks’ sees herself as pragmatic and tried to manage the situation she found herself in with all the foibles of a teen that grew up too fast. Working jobs with a fake ID, she fought for her little family and cared for Trent and Gwen but held resentment to him not being reliable hence her staying out late and drunkenly hooking up with Brad. Tomas was her whole world and would crawl through hell for her son. Trent and Gwen are a hot mess that had Raccoon not happened would have probably either got their shit together or broken up. Ghandon(OC)/Tracey(OC) The put upon Nurse that actually cared for her ‘sons’ the NE-Ts: she read to them, talked to them like ‘people’, was a true ‘parent’ to them, watched as they gained more and more of a personality as the parasites learned. She had to ‘compete’ with Simon Ghandon’s attentions towards them who were not even remotely wholesome, to the point she played into the man’s delusions to gain the boys some respite. It, unfortunately, only worked for so long. Ghandon(OC)/His ‘boys’(OCs + Nemesis) Man with a God Complex + closeted + given complete control over 4 powerful BOW units. What could possibly go wrong? This is the main reason Nemesis has rage issues, control issues, lacks boundaries/has no idea of consent (other than not being human, so it’d been hard to grasp such a human-based concept anyway), and despises humans. Is one of the reasons (next to Nemesis) Zeus has really borked ideas on ‘love.’ This ship bracket is not just toxic, but hellish. Wesker/Jill Started as a side fling (not sexual but sexualized) feeding into Jill’s secret masochist tendencies (because no one was out about such things in the era of DADT and Anita Hill) that turns into a plot to manipulate her actions like with Brad and Barry. He intentionally knew the fallout would cause tension between her and Chris; then 5 happened. Oh boy did RE5 happen. Let’s just say he fucked her up mentally, emotionally and physically and continues to after his ‘death.’ Wesker is to Jill as Ghandon is to Nemesis. Wesker/Excella The Regional Director high on her own supply (and coke and wine) and the manipulative bioterrorist who plays along to get what he wants- what could possibly go wrong? Game playing was afoot, especially with her known jealousy toward the puppet, err Jill.

[yujo-nishimura]

"Told you so..." - Part 8

This is a private ongoing fic just for me and @lostfirefly

Since tumblr doesn't let me post it privately I need to share it publicly, but feel free to scroll through the content, since this is just for our own amusement. ;)

Warning: strong language ;)

Helga and Buggy stood outside the small chamber, growing increasingly impatient as they urged the two other inmates to quickly collect their belongings and make their way out. While waiting, Helga gently nudged Buggy's side to get his attention.

"Do you think they're together?" she whispered into her captain's ear.

"What do you mean?" Buggy replied, a hint of confusion in his voice.

"Like, together together," Helga clarified, her face turning slightly red.

"Together together?" Buggy repeated, making suggestive gestures with his hands to emphasize the point.

Helga blushed even deeper and nodded. Buggy seemed to be not convinced.

"I doubt it. Look at how fearful she is of him, and how Crocodile seems indifferent to everything."

They both noticed how the former warlord leisurely sat down on a bench, puffing on a cigar with evident pleasure.

"But can't you feel the tension between them? Maybe Yujo has feelings for him but can't express them," Helga observed, her eyes fixed on the girl, who kept a distance of at least three meters from Crocodile while hurriedly packing her belongings. Helga couldn't help but recall the day she had confessed her love to Buggy, and how he had initially doubted her sincerity.

"You? In love with someone like me? I mean... sure, everyone admires the great Captain Buggy, but do you mean love love?" Helga chuckled as she reminisced about that day. Buggy had initially been hesitant when she expressed her feelings, but he eventually followed her into the crew's quarters during the day when no one was around. Taking his hand, she guided it gently over her chest to her heart.

"I really do love you, believe it or not!" she had confessed. Overwhelmed by his desire for her, Buggy had immediately begun kissing her, pushing her back onto the crew's bunk beds. Their first intimate encounter had been rushed and clumsy, and Buggy had even almost hurt his back in the cramped space. But Helga had held him close, showering him with kisses.

"Of course I love you, you silly clown!" she had repeatedly reassured him as he lay on top of her, gently entering her, marking her as his forever.

Now, observing Crocodile and Yujo, they did not look like they were imprisoned here together. However, Helga sensed a certain tension between them, and being a woman herself, she was sure she could pick up on those subtle cues.

Inside the chamber, Crocodile closed his eyes, savoring the deep enjoyment of finally having a cigar again after his long imprisonment. However, Yujo urged him to hurry, but he simply ignored her. As she finished preparing herself, the former warlord stood up, discarding the half-smoked cigar by throwing it to the ground. He swiftly retrieved his coat, shedding his prisoner shirt and pants with Yujo still in the vicinity. Unable to resist, she blushed and found herself staring at his well-built, muscular physique. Despite the hardships of prison, he maintained an impressive form, and his strong arms effortlessly reached for his shirt.

"Like what you see?" he chuckled, his deep voice resonating within Yujo's being.

Flustered, she quickly averted her gaze, her face burning with embarrassment. "Of course not. You're not the first half-naked man I've seen on the Grand Line...!"

"Good. Then why don't you change clothes as well? After all, you're not the first naked woman I've encountered on the Grand Line either," Crocodile retorted, draping his coat over his shoulder and flashing his signature sly grin.

Yujo clenched her teeth, frustrated by his blunt remarks, and swiftly changed the topic. "Do you think those two out there are together?" She pointed discreetly at Buggy and Helga, whispering to ensure they wouldn't overhear.

Crocodile cast a sidelong glance at them, observing how they stood outside, engaged in their own whispered conversation, with Buggy's hand resting on Helga's back. "I believe they're not just together; they're probably also fucking," he remarked, laughing at his own crude comment.

"You're quite repulsive," Yujo retorted in disgust, determined to focus on the task at hand and lead them all out of the prison.

"But deep down, I know you secretly enjoy it," Crocodile muttered to himself as he lit another cigar and followed Yujo out of the chamber.

[adiwriting]

FYI thanks for mocking me on discord that was fun to see my heightened emotions of the day mocked by my fav writer. I wasn't planning on saying anything but I figured if it stops you guys taking the piss out of other asks you said you weren't even going to publish in the first place then perhaps I should. Be aware some of us don't have tumblr accounts. This is not the friendly fandom I was led to believe if you enjoy doing that with friends on discord in the public chats. Thanks for educating me

First of all, I’m not even sure how this ask got through except to say that Tumblr is buggy AF and I’m angry about it. Most people that have anon off, have it off for a reason, so that fact that Tumblr can just up and ignore that to let anons through is pretty shitty and @staff should look into that. 

But since this is not the first time that somebody has accused me of trigging them over the entire Tyler Blackburn situation, I’m going to write up a response and hopefully everyone that’s been triggered by me and my words can all read this and perhaps have an ounce of self-awareness and empathy for others. 

12 days ago, I wrote a post about fandom racism that also apparently was the first time most of fandom was learning about the fact that Tyler Blackburn was not an indigenous person. I expected about 10 people to read it and for it to anger about 1-2 people. Those were my expectations. To get an angry anon or two. To have somebody pop into my replies to argue DNA testing. So when the post blew up and I became the subject of fandom rage, with new people vague blogging me by the hour, my DMs and my inbox filled with hate, and this became “the topic” of fandom on multiple platforms... I wasn’t mentally ready for it. 

Despite all of that, I still stand by the spirit of that original post. I still stand by the fact that I posted asking people to stop calling Tyler a POC and using that as a defense of their own racist behavior. I DON’T stand by my argument of using percentages or DNA testing to “prove” Tyler wasn’t NA. I’ve learned better over the last 12 days. I don’t stand by my statement that we shouldn’t cancel Tyler. As a white woman, that isn’t my call and I don’t get to decide how the indigenous fans respond to this hurtful news. But the things I regret revolve around not being a good ally. They don’t revolve around regret posting about Tyler’s actions and they certainly don’t revolve around any regret for calling out fandom racism. 

Back to my response and my “mocking” behavior. 

I want anyone who says that I triggered them (because it’s been a handful of people by now, either directly or through vague blogging about me) to understand something.

Most of us have been in the situation where you post something and you get 1-2 hate anons. You bitch about it, you complain to your friends, then you move on. Few of us have likely ever woken up day after day to 25+ messages calling you an awful person for having the audacity to share news about an actor who shared the news about himself first. It, understandably, gets to you. And yet, I’m not out here blaming those hate anons and DMs for being the reason I couldn’t sleep for a week, the reason I had full blown panic attacks, or the reason I couldn’t eat more than a bite of food each meal. Because at the end of the day, this fandom wasn’t the SOLE reason for my mental health issues and I refuse to blame other people for my own mental health issues. I refuse to say that anyone else “triggered” me, because the fact remains that anyone who triggered me only did so because I gave them the power to do so. Just like I would argue, I don’t have the power to trigger anyone else, you’ve all given me that power and you can take it away. You can unfollow me. You can block me. You can chose not to read my thoughts on things and let it affect your day. I’m not remotely worth anyone’s stress. 

Did I publish anons after I said I wasn’t going to? Yes. Though, I’m 99% sure every anon I published were ones I received BEFORE I said I wouldn’t answer anons, and thus I’m not sure anyone sent me anything under the guise it wouldn’t be published. I’m pretty sure fandom etiquette is that you don’t send anon asks you don’t expect to be answered publicly. You can ask anyone who DM’d me their hate, I didn’t respond to any of THOSE things publicly. It isn’t the proper etiquette. But yes, I published the handful of anons that I found funny in a sea of ones that were truly disgusting. So disgusting that i had to delete them the moment they came into my inbox. But I kept a few that I found entertaining because I honestly, needed a laugh. And in the middle of a panic attack, I snapped, and responded to a handful of the funnier asks. Do I regret it? Sometimes. I don’t think it helped make the situation any better... but I also don’t think I said anything that I don’t stand behind either. 

Did I talk to my friends on Discord about the asks I received? Yes. My friends were, understandably, worried about me and trying to show support. They asked me if I was getting a lot of hate about my post and I answered them honestly. And yes, the discussion did lean towards making fun of the more ridiculous defenses of Tyler’s actions. Because most of my friends on there still struggle to understand why we are defending Tyler’s actions. And most of my friends, I think, were trying to help me make light of a truly awful week for me. 

I apologize if you felt we were mocking you. But considering any ask I got was sent in an effort to silence me and make me feel bad for calling out racism, I question why I should be apologizing to you and why there’s no expectation that anyone apologize to ME for the hazing I just went through. I ask why one specific group of fandom continues to use emotional manipulation to try and silence me for simply stating facts: Tyler is NOT a POC. Why is it okay that one group of fandom can continually attack others but when those blogs say anything, then we are suddenly told that we don’t respect anyone’s mental health. I have NEVER in my life bullied anyone. Even the Tyler Stan blogs that have come to me personally, off anon, to talk about their problems with me can hopefully have enough self awareness to let you know that I was apologetic for snapping and sympathetic to their mental health issues but also stood by my opinions that racism is real and I won’t apologize for posting about it. 

I don’t care if people like Tyler. I don’t care if people’s favorite character is Alex. That is all fine with me. If you want to keep stanning Tyler and loving Alex, do so. Just know that I’m going to stand by my fans of color on this issue with Tyler and continue to post about racism. If that is something that people cannot get behind, they should 100% unfollow me and block my name. 

If you want to read my writing but disengage with my opinions, I suggest you subscribe to me on AO3 and block me on Tumblr. But also, you can just stop reading my fic too. I promise you that nothing I write is remotely special enough for people to continue risking their mental health if the things I’m doing trigger you in any way. 

Finally, I can empathize with you not having a Tumblr account to come at me with. But it sounds like you have a Discord account that you could have DM’d me on. And if you had come to me off of anon, I can 100% promise you that our interactions would have been respectful even if we disagreed. They also would have been private. But what I won’t apologize for is the fact that YOU came to ME on anon expecting some level of respect when the asks being sent to me weren’t respectful. I was accused of being the reason for Tyler’s anxiety. I was accused of being unsympathetic to a man who didn’t know his dad because his dad COULD have been native american and how did I feel about that? I was accused of trying to get Tyler fired. I was accused of a lot of awful things. 

And yet... all I did was make a post about fandom racism. And anyone getting triggered by that should perhaps ask themselves this: 

If you’ve never been racist in this fandom, why did my post feel like an attack against you? 

[guyghoul]

I explicitly let @plaguedogs123​ do whatever she wants wi these pictures (and their art sources) in anyway anywhere anytime, including uploads to any website she uses.

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Because Tumblr allows only 10 pictures per Photo post, I decided to group the Dragon Solar System into two posts. I decided to refer to how the asteroid belt ‘divides’ the Solar System in rea life.

Frankly, I appreciate going through this project. While there were a lot of difficulties in getting each of the Dragons right in thi small space, I not only got plenty of experience in a motivating project but also found out how quickly and often I could work on these sprites. Also, I just liked how I actually did a pixel dragon solar system in one season of ArtFight.

Then again, I am very grateful that @plaguedogs123 let me do art of them in the first place! There is a slick, wavy, dynamic, and cartoony look to them without being deranged... unless being deranged fits the mood. Her art can also get serious if needed while remaining in her current style. Seeing her Animaniacs art really tells of her influence, but her art grew beyond her influences and is just appealing. I also like how her Planet Dragons frequently look clean and shiny... or sometimes glowy. What I like more is the way she characterised the traits of the planets into dragons... not jus their visual appearances, either! Finally, her work can get fun, calming, or simply interesting. I am not just grateful that she let me do fanart; I am grateful that I found the ar that she shared!

Mars

Despite being a bully, Mars is actually one of my favourites. He is really cool-looking, serious, and edgy. I really like his horns and hair. I also like the flame motif he has. I would probably end up spending half the time 'defending' others from his bullying and the other half wanting to be wit him because I could not stay mad at him. Th is actually relatively relaxing. Not only is the form ore orthodox but I also had quite a bit of experience with making pixel dragons a this point. I really like working wi the red and its adjacent colours in the Famicube palette, keeping plenty of the moti from the original design. The ventral scales also end up in a neat pattern here. I also like the wing a lot here. If I were to fix this, I would change his hind legs ome and maybe alter the outline of the wing. I would also alter the form of the tail and maybe make him look less 'chubby'.

Luna

...I actually am grateful that @plaguedogs123 actually made a dragon Moon! That just... fits the setting to me. I like the most the different colour patterns Luna has, though I also like the shape of her form and the texture of the horns. When making thi sprite, I like a lot how the different greys, the white, and the black work together. That little accent blue looks cute. I also really wanted to turn the starry wing pattern into a checkerboard pattern. Pixelling her was enjoyable, the shading and the patterns working together to a nic effect. Luna being relatively simple helped things, too... If I were to fix this, I might make the symbol more visible and maybe smooth ou the shading more. I might also reduce the number of white dots on her wing, making the 'starry sky' pattern more obvious.

Earth

Of all of the designs, Earth is the most satisfying to me. I keep catching a lot of grea things abou the design: the buggy leaf wings, the general nature-dominant colours of seas and trees, the rainbow eyes, the large aquatic influence, the stag horns, and (my favourite part) the hair... which turns ou to be grass! I also like how the clouds work with Earth... fitting life-sustaining air while giving a form of emotion. I am also impressed by his knowing every language. His being calm and knowledgeable confirm that he is one of my favourite dragons. ...I wan to feed and sleep wit him, though; he appears to need the nourishment and rest. Honestly, even if the clouds were optional, I still would have pixelled Earth wi those, since they are an important or at least distinctive part of him. I seem to have messed up in making them, though, since they appear to 'distor' the sprite. Otherwise, I am impressed by my work here. I like how I did the red eye which stands out from the rest of Earth while bringing some sort of allusion to the rainbow eyes of the original design. Another thing I like is how the skinny look actually works here; Earth really is that skinny. I am even impressed by how I made the tail end, the horns, and the hair look. I really am growing artistically! If I were to fix this, I would alter the clouds.. making sure tha they would not blend with Earth too much. I might also alter the wing shading.

Venus

Venus is very energising... not just because she is a fiery dragon, either. I even find her fun and a little funny. Making her a female, matching her name and symbol, while pairing up wi the manly Mars, is also clever... especially in making both fiery. The cream-coloured head, while fitting the colour of the actual planet, trips me, though. Other than the legs, I feel great about pixelling her. Getting the shading on the wing and tail wi was tricky, bu the sprite looks pretty good. I like how the palette looks brighter. However, I had a bit of difficulty getting the pattern of the ventral scales not clash wi the shading... possibly affecting the back of her crest. Another difficulty is getting her tail... o rather, her tail flame, put correctly. I was repeatedly trying to compete between the tail and the wing. I managed to get everything 'happy' here, though. If I were to fix this, I might alter the legs and tail. I might also alter the colours of her crest and simplify the shading. I might also make the tail end and wings look more fiery.

Mercury

Mercury impresses me wit his fiery and rock patterns juxtaposing against each other, meeting in the middle with a lava pattern. I really like how the horns look, and I also like the crest. I also feel that I would hang around him a lot, us being curious and relatively adventurous, yet rather cautious in th end. My practise with pixelling dragons is definitely showing off here! I am impressed by the wing, though the curvature, the crest, and the tail also look good. The skinny look also suits him. Getting the flame tail wais a little problematic because I did not wan to ge the tail 'interfering' wi the wing membrane, but I am impressed all the same. If I were to fix this, I might make the legs thicker and simplify the shading. I might also alter the snout. 

Sun

Sun is yet another of my favourite dragons of the solar system. I really like the divine and firey aspects he has, th extra features fitting how he 'rules' the solar system. I also like his horns and crest. There is also how he glows brightly, fitting the Sun. Another aspec that I like about him is how smart and wise he is. I would probably alternate between being apologetically scared and wanting to be close to him; I just feel that being close would be worth both our whiles. I was honestly rather scared that I would not be able to fit him in 20*20 pixels, since he is very long. However, all the practise wi the other dragons paid. Pixelling him was actually pretty comforting. I wa surprised that I could give all six (...technically three) of his wings in one sprite. Despite this, trying to work wit the differen textures (notably the flame that runs along his back) was difficult. I ended up simplifying a lot. I also ha difficulty getting his eyes right; I had to angle them here instead of having them straight up-and-down the way his official design is. Otherwise; he would appear to have one vertical eye. He is also supposed to have two snout horns, bu they appear to be one snout plate. Despite this, I am grateful and relieved that I could manage to sprite all of the Solar System dragons (including Luna nd Pluto, but no the other moons). I found that a great challenge that gave me plenty of motivating practise in working with pixels, especially at such a low resolution. If I were to fix this, I might make the legs thicker and the wings mor elaborate... making both pairs of back wings more separate from the front wings. I might also alter the crest, the tail, and even the snout. I might even alter the colouring of the snout horns.

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These were part of ArtFight 2021.

Mars, Luna, Earth, Venus, Mercury, Sun → @plaguedogs123

[gildedmuse]

Last Post, On This Very Tumblr:

Locations brought to you by A Writer™.

"And where does this take place?"

"Oh, a beautiful but untamed expanse of-"

"No, I mean an actual location, not a description."

"Uhh.. water?"

".... Like, any specific water or...?"

"....The Sea?"

"Which Sea?"

"There's more than one?"

Now In A New Post, On This Very Tumblr:

(Hover for precise logepose coordinates to secret army base camp!)

I'm sorry, what the hell is this?

Are you telling me that, out of all these locations:

A town on an island that sells pizza

A massage parlour on some clouds in the sky

A well dressed crew standing aboard a ship at sea

The least secretive, easiest to locate is the primary hide-out of the Revolutionary Army?

Why!?

Also, what!?

But at least we know where. For once.

Why, when it comes to the location of the one thing that really should not be widely publicized, is that when someone finally had the thought that they could bother making up a name or two. I honestly expect this is how it went:

SV: You know, these An Island Somewhere In Some Sea On An Unknown Planet Title Cards just aren't cutting it.

NG: We could start being more specific, giving these settings some real, concrete locations.

SV: You know what, that's a solid point and good out-of-the-box thinking. Where's the next scene set?

NG: Umm... The Revolutionary Headquarters?

SV: Alright guys, we need to get to work recording in very precise, excruciating details the location of this top secret base. I mean, I want maps even Zoro could follow!

BE: Yay. More work.

I mean, I guess it's nice to see an effort is being made to-

(Pictured: I don't know. People from ... Some place. Losing their lives or something. Geography is hard work okay!?)

Oh come on you guys! IN THE SAME EPISODE!?

SV: Alright so it took us nineteen days but we track down and precision pinpointed the location of the Revolutionary Army Base. I gotta say, guys, it was tough going for a while but I think the blood, sweat and tears - so many tears - it was all worth it in the end. Having a solid, recognizable location has really added depth to those scenes. So, uh, what's next?

NG: It's a... Battle scene. The Revolutionary Army is fighting to free people from oppression and tyranny. Oh and, of course, stopping the flow of black market, cheap weapons the government is knowingly pouring into the countries run by corrupt leaders.

SV: Awesome, sounds like an amazing, important scene to get across that these guys aren't just about abandoning their own children while forcing others to become child soldier. They are after real, obtainable goals that will better the world and the lives of all it's people. What have we got lined up as some potential locations? Any suggestions?

ONG: A Battlefield?

NG: Shouldn't it be located somewhere. You can't just gave a battlefield in some gauge abyss.

BE: So like... A Country.

SV: .. Like?

BE: Like Some Country?

SV: A Battlefield In Some Country?

BE: Yeah?

SV: Love it! Come on, team, let's pack up and get home. I want some Starbucks and to catch the finale of Pirate Island.

ONG: Oooh, yeah. I wonder if that Luffy/Law Alliance is still together.

UE: He should have made an Alliance with Kid. They would have won the most votes easy.

SV: Look, nothing will ever beat the first season where Shanks won it on his own.

ONG: Ohmygod, the scene where the Mihawk/Shanks Alliance broke up? I cried.

BE: And when they wouldn't even accept Buggy on the Island. You could feel the tension.

SV: That is how you do reality tv.

NG: Umm... Guys? Guys, what do you mean by "Some Country" like... Any country? Shouldn't it matter? Guys!

NG: Guys!

NG: ...

NG: Wait up! (I watch Pirate Island, too!)

[verai-marcel]

Can I request a fic where low honor Arthur is exceptionally touchy with the reader all day and eventually takes her, hard, in a public or semi-public place? I loveeee your neighbor AU

Mail For You (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur x Fem!Reader, 18+ ONLY)

Summary: You work at a small town post office, and when you’re not stuck in the office sorting mail, you’re a mail carrier, a job you take great pride in. Lately, a man has been coming by every day to pick up mail for Tacitus Kilgore. You’ve tried to ignore him, but his efforts at small talk are charming. Then he offers to accompany you on one of your routes, claiming to want to protect you from thieves. Will you accept?

Author’s Notes: OF COURSE YOU’LL ACCEPT, YOU HORNY READER. (To be fair, I would too. *waggles eyebrows*) This was a lovely request from tumblr user @brightredheart77!

Tags: seduction, touchy Arthur, low honor Arthur, smut, semi-public sex

AO3 Link is here!

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“Good morning!” you said cheerfully as the door opened. But your bright smile faltered slightly when you saw the tall, well-armed man walk inside. For the past couple of weeks, he had been coming by to pick up mail for a Tacitus Kilgore; you highly doubted that the mail was for him, as it came from a variety of places and clearly from all different kinds of people. But you didn’t question it; they were all clearly addressed to the same person and the same place, and asking more questions would probably bring you more trouble than it was worth. You went towards the shelves to look for his mail, pulled out a small pile, and turned back to hand it to the man. But then you heard your name being called from the back office.

“Yeah?” you hollered back.

Your boss came out from around the back, taking the pile of letters from you and handing you a large shoulder pack.

“Could you take the buggy to deliver a couple packages and get these delivered today? Our usual boy couldn’t make it.”

“Sure,” you said, taking the heavy pack and slinging it over your shoulders.

“Yer just gonna let the lady go out on her own like that?”

Both you and your boss looked at the man, this ‘Tacitus’, in surprise.

“Why, yes,” your boss answered matter-of-factly. “She’s done it before, she’s perfectly capable, and it’s only a few hours of travel. She’ll be back before sundown.” He handed the man his mail. “Those are for you, sir.”

‘Tacitus’ took his mail and nodded, but then he followed you out the door.

“Hey, why don’t I follow you out there, make sure you don’t get robbed. Or worse.”

You turned to look at him. You took in his outfit, covered with the dust of the open road: a worn gambler’s hat, black ranch pants, a black collared shirt with suspenders, and dirty boots. He had a couple day’s worth of beard and glancing at all of the guns on his person, he looked rather unsavory. He looked like the kind of man who would rob you.

“I can handle myself,” you said, though you really wanted to ask him why should you trust him.

He stepped closer to you, invading your personal space. You looked up at him, intending to tell him to step off, but then you were caught by his eyes; they were the color of a gemstone you had seen a few months ago that had caught your attention when you were browsing the street market in St. Denis. The seller had called it an apatite gemstone, and because of its softness, most jewelers didn’t value it. You bought it and had him make a pendant for you, partially because it was cheap, partially because you loved the color.

“I’m not sayin’ you ain’t capable, but goin’ alone ain’t safe for anyone, man or woman.” 

His voice brought you out of your reverie. You blinked and glared back at him. If he was trying to intimidate you with his size, it wasn’t working, because you were, as your boss liked to tease, an amazon of a woman.

“Surely you’re not doing this out of the kindness of your heart,” you retorted.

“Maybe I’ve got a bit of kindness just for you,” he replied smoothly. 

Stumbling for a reply, you were caught off guard by his charming answer. You clearly weren’t going to get rid of him easily. And he had a point. It was easier to focus on either driving or shooting if one didn’t have to do both at the same time. 

“Fine,” you relented. “But I’m shotgun. You drive.”

***

You had thought that having him drive would mean his hands would be occupied. But he was a seasoned driver, managing the horse with just one hand. Which meant his other hand was constantly on you in some fashion.

“Just makin’ sure I can pull you to safety if I need to,” he would say.

But you couldn’t deny the heat that suffused your body wherever he touched. At first he had not-so-subtly put his arm on the back of the seat, his fingers grazing your side ever so lightly. You didn’t pull away; you couldn’t even move, really. If you moved away from him, you’d be leaning into his touch. If you moved away from his hand, you’d be closer to his body. 

With each stop you made to drop off the mail, he’d quietly take a little more of the seat, forcing you to either sit closer to him, or perch at the edge of the seat. There was nowhere to go.

He must have known you were trapped; after all, he put you there. So his fingers traced circles on your shoulder blade, slid down the gentle curve of your body until he could grip your hips and slowly pull you towards him. Like being pulled down into quicksand, you were being drawn closer to him as his legs shifted closer to yours, as he slid his hand over your shoulder and leaned you against his.

At the next stop, you walked over to the other side of the buggy. He raised an eyebrow at you, but held his hand out to help you up. Ignoring it, you climbed into the driver’s seat and took the reins from him. 

“You hold a weapon for a bit,” you said tersely.

So of course, he pulled out a revolver, so he could keep one hand on you.

“Get your rifle out,” you ordered.

He smiled. “Of course, whatever you say.” He swapped weapons, but his leg was still right up against yours as you continued your route.

***

“That’s the last one,” you said as you walked back to the buggy after delivering the last two letters. You climbed into shotgun and your temporary partner started driving the buggy towards the office.

“I thought you wanted me to shoot.”

“I’m probably a better shot than you,” you replied simply. Of all the post office workers, you were the best shot, proven after a contest when a former mail worker had questioned your abilities.

“Oh?”

You looked at the man. He was looking at you, intrigued. And there was something in his eyes that made your body burn. You had to look away from him, gripping your rifle and pretending to scan the horizon instead.

But then you saw something.

“We got company,” you mumbled as you got your rifle up. ‘Tacitus’ looked around you and saw the three men of horseback, guns out, clearly making a beeline for your buggy filled with mail and packages to bring back to the post office.

“Shit,” he muttered as he drove the carriage faster and pulled out a revolver.

“Just drive,” you ordered, and you lined up your sights.

You let out a breath as you pulled the trigger.

A man fell from his horse.

Then the bullets started whizzing past you as you lined up another shot, breathed out, and fired.

Another man fell. Just one more.

He was getting closer.

You winced as a bullet grazed your arm, but kept your aim steady and true.

Breathe out. Pull the trigger.

Last man down.

You sat back down, taking a few deep breaths as the adrenaline left your body.

“That was some mighty fine shootin’.”

You glanced over at him; his eyes were shining with true admiration. You very rarely saw that in a man, especially from one his age.

“Thank you,” you said, feeling shy all of a sudden.

His free hand touched your arm. “You got bandages?”

You reached in the back of the carriage and pulled out a small box. It had some gauze and a bottle of iodine.

“First aid kit, made it after the first run in with bandits,” you said with a bit of pride.

‘Tacitus’ eyed you while you took off your autumn jacket and tossed it in the back. You rolled up your sleeve, and despite the blood staining the fabric, the wound itself was minor. It was just a light graze; you were grateful that your jacket and shirt took most of the damage, although that meant you’d have to sew it up later.

He handed the reins to you as he took care of your arm. Expertly bandaged, you admired his handiwork. 

“Not bad,” you mused.

“Let me check ya for other injuries,” he rumbled, suddenly leaning in close. He dipped his head down and lay a soft kiss on your neck.

“H-how is that checking?” you stammered out, unprepared for his very forward advances.

“You want me to stop?” You felt his breath as he spoke, felt his lips move against your ear.

Oh lord. It felt too good; all your could do was lean your head back and give him access to your skin. He took that as consent, and kept moving his lips ever closer to yours.

“T-Tacitus…”

“Call me Arthur,” he uttered just as he captured your lips. It was a heated kiss, full of carnal promises, and you opened your mouth to him, wanting more.

“Not here,” he said as he took the reins from you, forgotten in your grasp. He urged the horse faster down the road.

Looking at his profile, he looked like a man on a desperate mission. The hunger in his eyes when he glanced back at you both scared you and sent a thrill through your body, straight to your lower regions.

You couldn’t wait to get back.

***

He parked the carriage it its proper spot and hopped out, holding his arm out to you. This time you took it, and he helped you down, reluctantly letting go of your hand as the two of you took all the packages and letters inside.

You called out to your boss, but he wasn’t around. After dropping off the parcels & letters in the delivery area, you peeked in the back office. Seeing a note on your desk, you walked inside and read it.

Close up when you get back. Thank you for your hard work.

You smiled. Your boss was always direct, but kind.

“So, no one else is here?”

You turned to look at Arthur, leaning against the door frame, a dark look in his eyes.

You swallowed. “N-no…”

“Good.” He took two swift steps towards you and pulled you into his arms. He kissed you, this time invading your mouth the second you opened for him, one hand digging into your hair, the other wrapped around you, grabbing your rear.

“Arthur!” you gasped once he let you breathe. “Someone could come in and see!”

“Then let’s make this quick,” he said, picking you up and sitting you on your desk. Pushing you down, he pulled your skirt up and tore your drawers open.

“Wait-”

“No time,” he growled, unbuttoning his fly, releasing his hard cock to your view. “Been wantin’ you for so long, can’t wait no more.”

“I-I need…” you trailed off as you eyed his shaft. What did you need, again?

Arthur grinned as he gripped your hips and slid you to the edge of your desk. He pushed your legs open and started moving his hips back and forth, teasing your opening with the head of his cock, sliding it around, rubbing your clit.

“You need me, darlin?”

You bit your lip and looked up at him. 

“You gonna beg me?”

“You’re an ass,” you finally said.

Arthur’s hand shot out and grabbed your neck. “I thought you’d be sweeter than that. After all we’ve been through.” He leaned forward, putting a little more pressure against your clit as he rubbed against you.

“Yes, yes, more, please,” you said faintly.

“Good girl,” he growled, and reached down to thumb your sensitive bud, giving you the pleasure you craved. He watched, his other hand gently caressing your neck as he stroked you, all the while nudging your opening with his thick shaft. An insistent pressure pushing at you, slowly spreading you open as he leaned forward, putting his weight to use as he entered you.

“A-Arthur…”

“That’s it, look at me darlin’.”

You lost yourself in his beautiful eyes as he took you, inch by heated inch.

He released your neck and grabbed the hair at the back of your head. 

Then he thrust all the way in.

You let out a strangled noise at the sudden force, the intense feeling of being so thoroughly filled by a man making your heart race.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

Your eyes never left his as he stared at you with a deep hunger, and then he started to move his hips.

“Yer alright, just breathe… that’s it… Good, feel me.”

He talked you through the initial shock, coaxing you into a pleasurable trance as he took you with languid but powerful strokes. 

“Yer doin’ good, darlin’.” He nuzzled your neck as he began to unbutton your shirt. Revealing just enough to let him kiss the top of your breasts, he kept pumping into you, his pace gradually speeding up as he wanted more.

“You are just the finest,” he mumbled, burying his head in your bosom as he started to fuck you wildly, his restraint quickly disappearing as he buried himself inside of you over and over again. His rough treatment of you was, to your surprise, making you incredibly wet and hot; you wrapped your legs around him, mewling in pleasure. You dug your nails into his back, gripping his shirt and tugging as he continued to pound without a care, mindlessly taking you like an animal.

His heavy breaths and grunts grew louder, and so did your cries of bliss. He was taking you so good, so deep, that when he stood up straight, grabbed your hips, and lifted you up slightly to enter you from a different angle, going even deeper, you came hard around him, your fingernails digging into his forearms as you released, the bliss shooting throughout your body like fireworks.

Watching you writhe under him was too perfect, as Arthur quickly pulled out of you with a moan, rubbing himself against your nether lips as he came, his spend spilling onto your belly and your torn drawers.

“Darlin’, darlin’,” he mumbled as he leaned in close. “Yer so damn pretty when you let go.”

You smiled up at him, the afterglow permeating your entire being. 

The sunset coming through the window hit your pendant, resting on the table next to your shoulder. You put the gemstone closer to his face, next to his eyes.

“It does match.”

Arthur turned his head slightly to look at the gemstone you were holding. “Never seen a gem like that before. What is it?”

“Apatite.”

He chuckled. “An appropriate name.” He got up and held his hand out to you. “Lemme help you clean up, then I’ll be on my way.”

“You sated, now that you’ve had me?” you asked.

“Never, darlin’.” He leaned in and kissed you deeply. “That just whet my appetite for ya.”

Laughing, you shook your head at his silly joke. You got the distinct feeling he’d be coming by again tomorrow.

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End Notes: Of COURSE I did some research. What did I find? That by 1899, there were 11 known female mail carriers. And they were badass, risking thieves and the elements, devoted to their duty to deliver mail to rural parts of the country. So of course, I made Reader an unknown mail carrier, badass with a heart of gold.

Also the title is a PUN. Mail for you? MALE FOR YOU?! HAH. *dodges rotten fruit*

[myheroaizawashota]

[OKAY!!! So this upload had a really buggy time on my end, causing me to copy and paste the post and repost it like that. We love when tumblr takes a dump on itself hahaha. Ha. Ha. Regardless I LOVED writing this prompt! In order to save it i didn’t get a chance to proof read it before editing it! Hopefully it still reads well! I loved this prompt so much and had so much fun with it! @lucacangettathisass ]

Have you ever made a call so harshly against your better judgement the thought of it was enough to rattle the heaviest of sighs from your body? Aizawa had on occasions, but this…this took the cake. After six excruciating months of endless attempts to blatantly express his subtitle emotions for you, he finally decided to consult an outside source. Just thinking about it made his body shutter. Truthfully, he debated festering with his emotions until either he couldn’t stand them any longer and rushed to your home intentions driven with passsion as he smashed your lips together, or until he died. Either of these seemed like a viable option, though the realist inside of him knew his best course of action would be to enlist the help of his friend. The fact of the matter was Aizawa was lousy at flirting, whenever he’d leave you with subtitle hints of his affections you’d either unintentionally ignore them, blissful with your own ignorance, or laugh as if they were a joke. He couldn’t stand it any longer. Every part of you held his heart hostage, which was shocking to him. Typically unbiased for looks, he couldn’t seem to pull himself over yours. You had this poor typically austere man, wrapped around you’re tiny little pinky and you didn’t even seem to realize.

Rubbing his index fingers roughly into the sides of his forehead, the pro hero sat in irritation listening as the overly enthusiastic and obnoxiously deafening blonde next to him rattled off the most half-witted idea he’d ever heard. “i got it! Here’s what your gonna do, walk up to her, look her in the eyes and go ‘hey gorgeous you don’t happen to have a pencil on you do ya? Cause I wanna erase your past and write your future’.”

Appalled, Aizawa drew in a long breath before releasing a groan of frustration “I don’t ask this question enough, but we’re you by any chance dropped on you’re head in your developing years as a child? I can’t walk up to her and spout nonsense like that.”

Offended Yamada crossed his arms, huffing as he turnt his head away from the brooding pro. “Uncool…I thought it was pretty clever, get it since your name is Eraserhead…huh? Get it? Erase her past? That’s quality and you know it.”

“Clearly we have different ideals when it comes to quality.” The slightly smaller of the two men huffed, his large palms moving to scrub across his face. This was all so ridiculous. While he knew his way was in no means working, he had a sinking suspicion Yamada’s way would end no better for him. The typically flat expression that usually sat fixated on his lips began to droop at the corners, pulling his mouth down into a frown. “I’ve tried being subtitle with her, maybe that’s where I’m going wrong. I should try being more forwards, directly tell her how I feel.” 

Sprawling his thin lanky body across the couch, and incidentally Aizawa’s lap, the voice hero gave a cheeky grin up at the other. “Right, and your feelings are what exactly? Ya’ know since you’ve always been one to be up front and open with those” he sneered. Without hesitation, the erasure hero knocked the others body off of his, standing to his feet. “Whoa whoa! Not cool man, not cool!” 

While the other was ungodly infuriating, he was right. Aizawa had never once been direct with his feelings for anyone, let alone you. If he was going to make any leeway in this situation, he was going to need to open himself up in a way nobody had ever seen him do before. Unphased by the fact he was leaving the other alone in his home, Shouta headed off for your home hoping to finally tell you everything that had been on his mind. He knew eventually Yamada would let himself out, though he’d probably come home to an empty fridge.

- 

On your doorstep stood a man typically collected and unflustered, the same man now stood with nothing but nervousness riddling every inch of his face. It was unlike him to be so unnerved, but when it came to you, well you bought out the impossible in him. Pulling himself together, his arm reached out as his fist beat against your door. It was late, and the more he began to think rationally about the situation at hand, the more he began to regret coming here. Allowing his mind to talk himself out of his seemingly wise plan, he began to back away from your door, both his legs and heart stopping when the door swung open, you standing noticeably sleepy on the other side. “S-Shouta?…” 

Caught, Aizawa swallowed the lump that had began to form in his throat, he scratching the bits of scruff that laid on the underside of his chin. “Hey...May I come in?”

Baffled by his late night drop by, you couldn’t imagine a reason this man would show up so late if it wasn’t a matter of grave importance. With fingers spreading their way across your face, they working their way at the corners of your eyes, you stepping aside allowing the other entrance into your home. Giving the smallest of yawns, your hands stretched over the top of your head leaving your midriff exposed, as you moved to follow lazily behind the other as he made his way in. “It’s half past eleven, what are you doing here?” you asked. 

While typically timid and reserved, you felt comfortable enough around the other to speak boldly in front of him….also you were damn near exhausted and your brain didn’t have the energy to play your typical shy front. You let your body drop like dead weight to your couch, you pulling your knees to your chest patting gently at the seat next to you. 

His heart began to pace quickly in his chest, the sight of you looking so soft and gentle in your sleepy state was enough to end his life. Setting himself down beside you, his typically tired eyes were filled with something you hadn’t seen before, though you couldn’t place your finger exactly on what it was. Lost in his eyes for just a moment longer than you should of been, you couldn’t help but turn a peachy shade as the bridge of your nose began to heat. “What are you staring at me like that for?” 

Unaware he was staring, the other couldn’t fight the small blush that struggled to hide against the pale porcelain of his cheeks. “I didn’t realize I was staring…I just…” he paused clearing his throat, eyes casting away from yours “You look really beautiful, I didn’t think anyone could look so pretty just dressed in pajamas…” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, smiling down at your lap as you tucked one of the half waved strands of hair that hugged the curvature of your cheek behind your ear. “I hope you didn’t come all this way just to be nice about my pajamas.”

“Actually, I did. I came all this way at half past eleven to tell you that youre beautiful all the time, not just at night when you answer the door for me. All the time. When you’re at work, when you’re relaxing with Mic and I while he makes excessive commentary that makes you smile and laugh, even when you’re sad youre still the most beautiful person I’ve ever looked at.” His words fell aimlessly out of his mouth, his eyes casted anywhere but yours in this moment. The never fearing pro hero had finally been stricken with fear, he to anxious to meet his gaze with yours as he pushed on “I’ve been trying for months to tell you I like you. Clearly, up until this point I don’t think you’ve taken my hints…or maybe you have. Maybe the way you push off the subtitle hints I give is your way of letting me know you don’t care about me the same way I care for you…I don’t know, but I don’t want to take the chance, I came here to let you know that I…like you. A lot.”  His lips pursed together as he sat, hands folded apprehensively in his lap, his grip causing the knuckles to whiten as he clenched them together. “In retrospect this conversation could have very well waited till morning….or at least have been sent over text..”

Floored by the others confession, you sat silently trying to gather the words that had magically fled your mind. It was as if every word youd ever learned in your many years of life seemed to have all at once left your brain, you sat floundering for a cohesive sentence. The only thing you could manage to push out was “I’m an idiot.” Confused by this response, Aizawa rose a brow, eyes flicking up to yours in search of a better answer. Not exactly the response he was hoping for. 

“I’m not uninterested I’m just…a shy idiot.” Your sighed palms rubbed across your face as you shook your head. “Shouta I’m sorry…” 

An apology….that wasn’t any better to hear truthfully. Digging his teeth into the corner of his lip, he moved to stand, truthfully just a bit embarrassed and ashamed by his own pitiful display of emotions. As he moved to break for the door, his hand was caught by yours, pulling his body effortlessly back to the couch. “I’m sorry it took me all of this to realize how you were feeling. I guess….I’m not the best when it comes to picking up on hints. I’m a bit on the shy side, so I never really pick up on social hints like that…my brain just thinks ‘oh well that was nice of him to say’. I guess when it comes to things like this, I’m kind of oblivious”  you laughed giving his hand a gentle squeeze. He remained silent for a moment more, his heart jumping when he felt the heat of your body move to press against his arm, your nose pressing right against his shoulder as you rubbed it there softly “I like you too…..I never said anything back because well…I didn’t know how. Truthfully I didn’t think you’d be interested in someone so boring and shy like me….”

In that moment, the corners of his lips pulled up into a smile. It lit you heart up to see. Come to think of it, you’d never seen the other smile before in your whole year of friendship. Smiling in response you gave his shoulder a gentle kiss before constricting your arms around his. “I’m glad you told me how you feel Shouta. You know…if you want…um…you could…um..” 

Gently sliding his index finger to the underside of your jaw, he titled your head up, moving to effortlessly capture your lips between his, sighing in satisfaction. He’d wanted to do this for quite some time now, and it felt good to finally do so. “If you’re asking me to stay the night the answer is yes.”

BONUS:

[ Much like last time, these texts weren’t requested, but I couldn’t help myself, but wonder what would have happened if Mic and Aizawa would have texted the reader one of the ridiculous pick up lines Mic was trying to sell on Aizawa!]