#y’all are welcome to message me here or whatevs

[blueskyheadleft010]

I’m still reeling from the impact Helene left around here. I didn’t want to think the rumors and stuff were true, but hearing it from people I know and trust irl and seeing footage of stuff around areas I’m familiar with has left me devastated and extremely upset about everything.

It hit me hard once the rain stopped and I went into town. It hit me even harder once my internet and cell service stabilized and I saw all the news.

I’m really struggling to process stuff right now. I probably will be for a long time until some normalcy gets restored around here. I count myself blessed Helene didn’t hurt me or my loved ones, but it hurt my community and is continuing to do so and that’s just not okay at all.

I’m burnt out about the news but can’t escape it cause it’s here in my neighborhood happening and being discussed and updated daily. I hope people stop wishing ill on folks. It’s awful and it sickens me the responses I’ve seen from the media and the web from some people.

Just stop.

We’re hurting and it doesn’t matter how prepared you think we were, it was unavoidable. Where do you suggest people should’ve gone when even the highest mountain couldn’t avoid the flooding? I’m lucky to have a decent internet signal on the best days where I live. Imagine everyone else around me who doesn’t have any connection to the world except though maybe radio or a landline?

It’s not like we’re stupid. Just stop assuming things. What we need is help, aid, and general support and awareness.

I don’t mean to monologue here. I’m still grieving over the devastation and that takes time.

I’m just so sick of seeing people acting like they know better about the disaster. It’s way way more intricate than you think.

[flightlessangelwings]

While we’re in Latino Heritage Month, let’s stop assuming your reader doesn’t know/speak Spanish in your reader insert fics. Especially if you’re writing for Pedro’s, Oscar’s or other Latino characters please.

EDIT: After some criticism of how this was originally phrased, let me change it into a question/request instead- Can we as writers please try to be more inclusive with our reader insert fics so poc and others can feel represented and see themselves too? Including taking out a quick throwaway line about reader not understanding Spanish. (Keeping the original phrasing above so anyone who missed the post to begin with can still see how I originally phrased it)

If you have a throwaway line of “he said in Spanish that you didn’t understand” or something similar, just take it out. Have something like “you didn’t hear” instead and let the reader interpret how they want. Or use italics to indicate Spanish. Or have the translation right there without mention of anyone translating for them. Simple. Or if you don’t want to/feel you cannot change it, then please have something in with your warnings so Latinos/poc can skip it if they choose.

And let me tell you why this is so frustrating (even for me as someone who is not a fluent speaker). It’s because Latinos look to these characters and actors for representation. We see ourselves in them. And when you clearly do not have a Latino person in mind when writing, you’re saying we don’t belong here. In a space where we should feel welcomed and celebrated. Representation matters. Inclusivity matters. Please try to be more inclusive with reader fics so we can all enjoy and immerse ourselves in your writing.

ALSO EDITING TO ADD MORE FROM A REBLOG SO EVERYONE CAN SEE MY CLARIFICATION: (under a cut for length)

This is nothing new, poc have been asking for years now to be inclusive in fics and yet it’s still a battle. We’re not asking for a lot, and certainly not asking anyone to change their style or creativity or anything like that. Literally simple edits: take out the word “blush” don’t mention hair, don’t mention not understanding Spanish, not making reader blood related to a white character, etc. Literally tiny things that would not change the story at all but make a world of difference.

Here’s an example too: a few years ago it was not common for writers to label the gender of their reader as it was usually assumed the reader would be a woman. But, people advocated to label readers as f/m/gn/whatever to be more inclusive and asked writers to strive for gender neutral readers when possible so that more readers felt seen and welcome. Now it’s a common thing to do. Why is making the readers race ambiguous any different?

Yes sometimes posts like this come across harsh, but know that they’re not meant to be. Poc aren’t trying to demand anything, we just ask to broaden your langauge when writing reader insert so more can see themselves in your work. It’s incredibly frustrating to ask for inclusivity and be met with hostility and rudeness in return and a refusal to think about poc so yes sometimes the wording gets harsh out of that frustration. But I encourage y’all to focus on the message more and maybe think about why poc in fandom get snippy like this. We do need to have an open conversation, yes. Just look in the comments at the Latinos and poc who are upset by the exclusion and feel hurt by it. How you you white fans feel if roles were reversed and none of the fics included you? Not fun, right?

And to those who say write it yourself: I do. I’ve been a x reader writer for years now and I do strive for inclusivity in my work. But I’m only one person and this is bigger than any one person. This isn’t about what I personally find acceptable or what I personally what. It should be a collective effort among writers as a whole to strive to include as many as possible in their works and not white code your readers. It’s not about demanding writers write it a certain way, it’s about asking writers to consider others who don’t look like them who also want the immersion and the escape that your fic brings.

[imsofuckinggayforwomen]

RENGOKU HEAD CANONS AND THANK YOU MESSAGE!

❗️this post involves NSFW, minors do not read past the part labeled NSFW❗️

HOLY JAMOLY YALL RLLY LIKED MY SANEMI HEAD CANONS AND I GOT A TON OF LIKES AND REBLOGS ON THAT THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE 😭😭💖

I was not expecting that to go anywhere, when I woke up this morning and saw my notifications I was like 😦

ANYWHO here’s the part 2 to that poll where rengoku and sanemi tied, this is rengoku’s part !

LAST THING I PROMISE, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

feel free to request any scenarios, head canons, kink lists, fic ideas, thirsts, or whatever. I’ll answer what I can and get to writing for you all!! ok now let’s get this post on the roadddd

WARNINGS: SMUT (MINORS DNI), Fem reader

Kyojuro Rengoku

SFW

Literally such a sweet guy

Always holds the door, always pulls your chair out for you, carries all of your bags.

If you want something, it magically appears in your room the next day.

Constantly professes his love for you, very loudly.

If you whisper something in his ear, he’s going to overreact to the point where whispering was basically pointless

Compliments you daily, won’t allow you to think even one negative thought about yourself

“HELLO DEAR CAN I HOLD YOUR HAND?” Probably goes “WOOPPEEE!” After you accept

Introduces you to every single stranger the two of you come across. “I AM RENGOKU AND THIS IS MY LOVELY GIRLFRIEND!”

Has the cutest but cringiest nicknames for you, unironically calls you snookums or something

Bro is not private about your relationship unless you specifically ask him to be.

“HEY TENGEN, ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND MADE LOVE LAST NIGHT!” cue the high-five

but he’s super considerate about your boundaries and comfort

Never lets you get anywhere near danger, protects you with all of his life

If you get along with his little brother, he’s going to marry you.

Hesitant about introducing you to his dad

Other than that his family welcomes you in with open arms!

He’s always making sure you feel safe. Personally brings you to bed when you fall asleep elsewhere, making sure to tuck you in all nice and snug.

NSFW

Sweetheart In the streets, sweetheart in the sheets. Sometimes.

Overstimulation to no end, bro is obsessed with making you feel good.

Another local munch, always manages to get you on top of his face.

You could be just standing there and he’d lay on the bed and put his arms out like 🙆‍♂️

If you accept and take a seat, you are never getting up.

Does not tease whatsoever, gives you exactly what you want over and over again.

Was originally inexperienced, so you prolly had to show him where and what the clit was 😭

He was probably amazed like ��This little thing can do that much??!! WELL OK!!”

Never forgot that lesson and never will.

After that y’all never had sex without him giving you head in some sort of way.

Once you manage to pry him off of your clit, he’s in game mode.

Like I said, he aims to please. Still managing to focus on your pleasure whilst he’s pounding his length into you.

Definitely made you go and show him where all the best spots to hit were, HE MEMORIZED THAT SHIT.

Takes note of every noise/reaction you make.

Eventually loses himself in the feeling of you, relentlessly thrusting his hips to meet yours.

His fingers gently circle your clit, like muscle memory.

B o d y W o r s h i p

He praises you until all you can think of is how utterly beautiful you are.

Kisses every inch of your body as the snap of his hips makes your back arch in overwhelming pleasure.

You’re probably barely awake by the time he realizes it’s been hours.

However, makes sure that you both have a safe word in case it gets too much.

btw everytime you cum he celebrates.

Cheers you on like he’s your coach or something 😭

Once the both of you are too tired to continue, he wills himself up so he can take care of your sore, tired body.

Cleans you with a warm washcloth, checks for any bruises or marks he could’ve caused.

Wraps you up into a comfy blanket burrito and curls up to you until you’re r both sound asleep.

HELLOOOO GUYS ONCE AGAIN THANKS FOR ALL OF THE ATTENTION ON MY LAST POST💕

I HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS, SORRY IT TOOK A BIT LONGER THAN INTENDED I GOT CAUGHT UP WITH IRL STUFF!

all comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated! Also as I said before, my requests are now open! My rules entail some of the stuff I do and don’t write, those are pinned on my page!

[twistedcharismaaa]

Silk Dreams: Temptations

General Summary: The creation of Masego.

Summary: A deeper glimpse into the past of Masego and Charisma's relationship that leads to their awaiting future.

Author's Note: Hi guyssss! How are ya? I hope you guys are well! I miss you guys and love you guys so much! I’m here with a little update! I hope you guys enjoy it it! I know it’s been ten thousand years since I’ve last updated this. Please feel free to re-read as a refresher. I’m still rusty. I’m really insecure about this update to be transparent lol. So I really, really hope you guys enjoy this. I love y’all! Don’t forget to leave a comment for ya girl! I liveeeee for the commentary! Enjoyyyyy!

*Flashback*

She didn’t know what captured her first - his smile, his laughter, or his eyes. She swore he had the warmest eyes she’d ever seen. And he was absolutely clueless of the power that rested in those dark brown orbs. She saw her fantasies in them. She saw vast possibilities, endless resolutions, and more importantly, freedom. She wondered how many versions of herself that she could be around him and she wondered who he was outside the confines of these four walls that they both seemed to frequent every Friday afternoon. The Smoothie Café on 15th Street was quaint and quiet. It was something that she had been lacking recently. The art of simplicity. She wondered if he lived a simple life and she wondered what he wrote about when he typed on that laptop of his. Whatever it was, held a lot of importance. She figured it was important enough for him not to notice her. 

Neglect was never a stranger to her, but it still hurt all the same. She figured this is just the life of an attention seeker ever insatiable for the spotlight or maybe ever insatiable for love. Silently, she sighed before taking another sweet swig of her fruity delight of a drink. Carelessly, she stole one more glance from Mr. Pretty Brown eyes. But this time, to her surprise, his eyes were already resting on hers. Again, he had the warmest eyes she’d ever seen but yet, they were able to send a chill down her spine. She smiled timidly and he did the same. Slowly, he stood up from his table and began gradually walking her way. 

She pretended to busy herself with some random app on her phone. Again, she took another sip of her smoothie and waited impatiently for his arrival. Moments later, he stood in front of her table. 

“Excuse me,” he said politely. 

“Yes,” she responded, kindly. 

“I’ve noticed that we both seem to come here a lot. The drinks here are amazing,” he said, as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. 

“They are,” she agreed. 

“I figured it’s time for me to introduce myself. I’m Ambrose. All my friends call me Ro,” he replied, smiling. 

“Charisma,” she answered. “That’s a pretty name. Doesn’t it mean immortal or something like that?” She quizzed.

“Yeah, it does. It has Greek Origins. Thank you,” he replied, chuckling. 

“You’re welcome,” she replied, smiling. 

“Since we’re on the topic of pretty things, I think you’re absolutely beautiful,” he admitted. 

And just like that her smile grew even wider. 

“Thank you,” she answered. 

“If you’re not busy or anything. I would love to take you out to dinner sometime. Or maybe we can get a smoothie together?” He suggested.

Before she could answer, The sound of reality buzzed in the palm of her hand. Masego was calling. Quickly, she ignored the call. 

“I would love to,” she replied, eagerly.

“Bet,” Ambrose stated, happily.

Gleefully, they both exchanged numbers and then exchanged goodbyes. 

She watched Ambrose exit the Smoothie Café with a small smile on her face. Once the door behind him closed, she returned her attention back to her phone. It buzzed again, and again, and again. Her phone was flooded with missed calls and unread texts. Reluctantly, she read Masego’s last message. 

“I’m back in town …. I want to see you. I missed you,”

Instantly, she was reminded of how courteous her lover was. He was just so mindful. How mindful and considerate he was to announce his arrival back home after not speaking to her for over a month. She was completely ghosted. His prized jewel on the shelf collecting dust. He was absolutely polished and pristine. How kind he was to update her on his well-being overseas through Instagram stories and Twitter posts. It would only be right for her to match his chivalry. She left her lover on read and tossed her phone in her purse. She gathered the rest of her belongings and exited the cafe and entered a new state of illusion. 

——-

*Present* 

The crowd sounded like roaring lions. Their cheers echoed loudly throughout the building. Even with the door closed you can feel their adoration pulse. She couldn’t blame them though. She loved watching him perform on stage too. Quietly, she sat down and tried to think about all the things she loved about him. She even tried to think about all the reasons she had to stay and all the reasons she had to go. 

Breaking her many thoughts, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. It was Ambrose calling. Hesitantly, she ignored his call. Seconds later, he followed up with a text. 

“Did you end it with him? Have you talked to him? Call me baby, please,”

She read his text and instantly her heart broke. Ambrose didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve this. 

“Fuckkk,” she groaned. 

Tears welled in her eyes and slid down her cheeks as she texted Ambrose back.  

“No, he’s performing right now. Didn’t catch him. Will call later,”

Quickly, she locked her phone and tossed it to the side. She closed her eyes and tried to quiet her mind. 

——

Several moments passed and Masego quickly entered his dressing room sweaty and breathless. A sense of relief washed over him the moment he saw Charisma’s face. She was still there. He smiled widely and sat beside her on the couch. 

“You’re here,” he whispered. 

“I am,” she replied. 

“Are you ready to talk?” She questioned, sternly. 

“Yes,” he answered. 

“Good,”

———

How quickly dreams can turn into nightmares….

Part 3

@ghostfacekill-monger @geriixox @sapphichottie @chaneajoyyy @isisafrofairy @mooon-berry @savagescorpion @nzia-writes @nelleana @blackburnbook @fendionmyfeet @neewrites @themajesticnigerian @theycallmechanty @teardropzih @xxariaxxaxx @shewrites02 @straightouttasimulation

[louisisalarrie]

okieeeeee dokie. I have gotten several messages about the F jerseys and whether or not louis is giving up larry and whether or not we should just step back because he’s still pushing the narrative and just people being sad in general about all this thinking he doesn’t care about us.

SO instead of replying to you all individually, this is the last im gonna comment on this bullshit unless something massive happens. I hope I can comfort y’all and just overall make this feeling of doubt and grossness and turn it into the fight that we’ve been fighting for 14 years and remind you all to stay strong.

Multiple anons, and anyone else interested, welcome to the show.

So, to start this off, im gonna provide you all with some links, to remind you of just how orchestrated bbg and all of this is. This will preface this conversation with a much stronger tone because well… you have to remember how fucked up this stunt is and how poorly it was conceived (pardon the pun).

Links here, here, here, and here

Okay. So. BBG is the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard (reference fully intended). This shit was so poorly done, with so many mistakes, and so many things that didn’t add up. All on top of a young dude who’s meant to be marketable to the masses as attainable, to provide more sales etc., and not a bad boy that fucks multiple women and gets one of them pregnant. That’s just… not good PR, first of all, and also negatively affects not only him, but the band as well, regardless of them going on break. Why not just have Louis single and attainable? Market him as a bit more charming and sexy and maybe doing the Harry thing, to ensure more promo?

Well, because Louis was the punching bag for SC and friends and they didn’t want him to take the limelight off Harry for a solo career, and needed to be as far away as possible from each other to ensure Harry’s coming out. ANYWAY you’ve heard me talk about this shit before yada yada yada. So, im gonna chat about what’s happening now instead.

For the last little while, Larries have been given small sips of water while being stranded in the desert, is kinda the best way I can describe it. We’re only getting content from Louis, also, which is something to remember. We’re not getting double the content from Harry so it’s been fairly quiet. Anyway. We’ve gotten green and blue lights, coded clothing, 7, gazing and pointing at the ceiling/boxes, all that stuff, but really, it’s no proof. It’s little tidbits in the grand scheme of things, and unfortunately in this grand scheme of things, exists bbg.

Louis has been single for a long while now, and his dating life doesn’t get traction in the press. Neither will these jerseys or really much else he does. Unless he were to be tied to a major artist/actress who’s super famous, he’s not gonna get any further press outside of the realm he is currently in, unfortunately. And I think perhaps that is something he tends to reference when he’s on stage. The whole “we did this together, we need each other, we didn’t need anyone else’s help, im so lucky that you accept me as I am” etc, because he’s not been stunting to up his market value. He’s just… doing well with the fans. It’s lucky he has such a dedicated fanbase. Artists don’t have this all the time.

Now, idk why tf LATAM has brought on so much F content with these jerseys, and I don’t know who in their right mind is actually spending money on this shit to gift to Louis (particularly in an economic cost of living crisis), but it’s truly bizarre. If I believed in bbg, I wouldn’t be giving him gifts for his kid, and I could’ve done it quite easily backstage by getting someone to leave it in his dressing room or whatever. But it’s weirddddd and a waste of moneyyyyy and doesn’t make him love you any more than other fans. Is it like a weird anti power play or something? Idk. But what I do know, is that these jerseys have had a very clear narrative.

Idk if something is coming or Harry is gonna come out or whatever, but Louis is doing his pretty little barely smile and wave and glancing at these jerseys before popping them on the stage. He doesn’t seem to look particularly over the moon with them, does he? He’s just like “oh okay thanks” and slaps the hell out of his chest and goes back to doing whatever he was doing. If he loved getting gifts from fans for F all over the world (and didn’t think it was weird nor was it a setup), I imagine maaaaaybe he’d show it off to the crowd a bit more? Maybe a “this is great, thank you! Everyone look at this sick jersey for my little lad! He’s gonna love that” because Louis is SO proud of that kid and loves that kid SO much and I just feel like he’d be more excited about it.

If bbg was real and he found it weird, he’d still probably smile a little more and be a little more into it than what he seems to be. This second time round was a bit more of a grimace and I just don’t see him being stoked about it. But let’s talk about that… why has there been two fucking jerseys for “his” kid given to him in very close succession? wtf is going on?

well, one of those times, apparently the Louis jersey was gifted to him backstage, but they saved the F jersey to give it to him on stage. Personally, idk, if I was a fan and brought these jerseys and got to go backstage (?????) to gift him them, I would probably give them at the same time. Because that makes sense. Because otherwise you need to carry it around and also try and get his attention from the crowd and it just seems surely like more of a fuck around. It’s weird, weird, and weird, and feels like way more of a set up than usual.

Because, it’s just a little reminder for everyone about bbg, and that it exists. It’s a good little thing to just upkeep that narrative without having to DO anything. It’s easy. But also interesting timing, and why now?

Harry’s coming back on the radar slowly, after a BUA, and so perhaps there could be a coming out in the near future that would encourage Louis to continue to look hettie af. Perhaps it’s to distract from any larry stuff that may happen or has happened around this time. Maybe it’s a good little way to upkeep the narrative if Louis and Harry start forming a friendship or liking each other’s photo online or SOMETHING. it can be for so many reasons. But, the main one isn’t to get rid of us. I promise you that.

Louis’ fandom, while it slowly continues to develop and grow, is majority larries. It’s just a matter of fact that more Larries flocked to Louis when Harry started getting a fucking crazy fanbase and started doing a million stunts. Louis felt safer, and continues to feel safer. Don’t get me wrong, still a huge amount of harries are larries, but as it stands, Louis has a very strong amount of us on his side. And he’s not an idiot, he knows that. He knows his demographic, he would be updated about that by PR, and they would analyse it too and see what needs to be damage control, what the age ranges are, what the social media content is between the fans, and how they view louis. All very basic stuff, and so he’d know. Hence the “so be it” comment. He knows that without us, there was a larger potential he could’ve flipped and would be playing theatres as opposed to arenas. He could’ve pushed us waaaaay further away than what he has with his weird little denials and F comments, he could have that kid at more shows and be flaunting him on Instagram, and could be actively trying to really squash it. But he doesn’t (some people say it’s because being linked to Harry gives him promo but that’s another conversation for another time so don’t bring that up please haha).

He states, very loudly and clearly, that he appreciates and loves every single one of us. He doesn’t make snide comments, he doesn’t say this kind of dismissively, he makes a point to say he loves all of us no matter what. He pointedly said that he thanks us for accepting him. And quite frankly, if I was in his position, I’d probably find a better way of saying that if I wanted to dispel the rumours.

These little jersey setups (which I believe one person has started and others have followed giving a great little way to remind us of bbg from louis’ team and UAs), are awfully staged and just cause fights within the fandom. It’s not ideal, but hell, it beats seeing him with that kid everywhere. And these days are very interesting with how fans get their information. Years ago, while we had groupies and insiders, update accounts weren’t manipulated the way they are now. We had blind items, sure, but anyone could write into that. We had receipts, and while many were real, many also weren’t. But now… with how big fanbases are online, the best way to communicate narratives are fan to fan, as opposed to media to fan. It seems more genuine. It seems less fake like media items are. It looks real.

So with these jersey incidences and UAs blabbering on and posting pictures of jerseys before the show and saying how much Louis loved them and all that, it’s manipulated as more real than what it is. You can’t write an article about everything, but you can tip off UAs or Deuxmoi with a fake name to get them to post shit for the fandom exclusively to see. It’s simple, but very effective. And it’s just… pure marketing, and encourages artist to fan interaction (which should be supported online but the boys can lack that these days which is shit on their behalf), and helps dispel the rumours within the fandom.

Wow okay. This turned into an essay and im not actually gonna reread it because I don’t have time but if you’ve gotten this far in my rambling, kudos to you. My main points are:

- no matter how many jerseys louis gets for F, he’s still not a dad

- those jerseys will not magically make him a dad

- these stunt narratives are sooooo see through and boring these days I just roll my eyes at it but thank god it’s a lot more lowkey to what it could be

- Louis loves us and wants us here bc we pay his bills and also accept him and support him and we’re on whatever journey he wants to take together

- these little ongoing narrative pushes can be the preface to a coming out on Harry’s side/reconciliation between the boys

- keep an eye on body language throughout these interactions

- giving gifts to ur fave relating to their kid no matter what you believe is creepy and weird and a lot of us seem to be in agreement on that

- this shit isn’t louis’ fault

- don’t believe everything you read on Twitter

- they missed the boat on ending this stunt years ago and ending it now is gonna be very fucking hard

- it’s easily arguable that even if Larry wasn’t real, Louis’ still not a dad

thanks team!

[despairots]

surprise, ethan landry

ethan landry x freeman! gn! reader

summary: in which, mindy suspects amber freeman’s sibling to be ghostface, who grows distant from the friend group.

cw: murder , gore , bloody violence , swearing , spoilers , already established relationship.

authors note: wsp y’all 😍 really long btw

“and finally, [name] freeman, the sibling of a ghostface.”

“wait what?”

“mindy, what the fuck?” you scoffed when mindy excused you, “you’re insane. why am i suspect too?” mindy smiled at you and leaned down to your level.

“don’t think i’ve noticing you distancing yourself.” she pointed out making you scoff again, “cause i can cope, mindy. sorry it’s different from yours.” you retorted with the same sass she had.

mindy gave you a sure look, making you roll your eyes, “okay, mindy, i’ll follow along. even if i was the killer, even though i’m not, what would be my motive?” you questioned, crossing your arms.

“revenge for amber.” you threw your hands in the air, “unbelievable. tara and i killed amber, and you’re fucking excusing me!” you argued before looking at tara who agreed with you.

“okay but look, [name] was with me or tara ever time the killings happened, so it can’t be them.” ethan defended making you smile at him, “thank you, ethan!” he smiled back at you.

“okay, whatever but you’re still on my suspect list.” mindy dismissed the topic making you sarcastically smile at her before she went on a rant again not before two people made eye contact, both tense jaws.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

mindy gagged at chad and tara, “will you two just make out already?” she joked making [name] laugh out loud, on the phone while texting someone.

“mindy, that was so inappropriate.” chad scoffed with a smile, tara smiling at the twins, “oh, whatever.” mindy finished putting the utilities down and walked towards the three.

[name] still on the phone, their fingers flying across the keyboards, “oh, and are you texting ethan? adorable.” mindy teased with a smirk, “hardy har har.” they smiled back at her.

“where is he?” chad asked them as they turned off his phone and slid it into his back pocket, “at econ with a 100 people.” [name] answered and leaned back onto the counter.

“sam?”

“yep?” mindy looked at sam, who walked into the already cramped up kitchen, “we do not have to stay here.” she continued. “welp, to bad. i insist. safety in numbers.” sam grabbed a drink, “aw, thanks mom.” [name] joked around.

“you’re welcome, child.” sam joked back, “this is gonna be so fun. a little slumber party with the core five!” the others looked at him weirdly, “core five?” “yeah!”

“did you just give us a nickname?”

“yeah, well i sure did. i mean, we’ve been through a lot together, and… it’s a pretty cool nickname.” chad nodded, “it’s better then last time.” [name] muttered under their breath.

“that’s debatable.”

“extremely debatable.”

“you can’t just give us a nickname, dingus.” the atmosphere really relived everyone’s tension, “oh, of course i can, dingus, because i just did. core five! up top!” chad raised his hand to mindy, who shook her head.

“no.”

“down low.”

“get that away from.”

“high five.”

“don’t ever.”

“please for the love of god.” chad turned to sam, who chuckled at him, “don’t do it.” tara grinned with [name] getting a message, “y’know, i would actually like for more respect, and support—“

[name] walked back into the living room, eyebrows furrowed whole still staring at their phone, “guys. what the hell?” anika called out, turning up the volume for the tv, with concerning news.

“we’re hearing from sources inside the homicide division that the prime suspect is non other then samantha carpenter. one of the survives of the woodsboro killings in 2022.”

the news reporter reported, sam’s breath hitching in her throat, “that is so stupid.” [name] commented with a roll of their eyes, “seen here attack a women on the screen last night.”

it showed two nights ago a video where a girl splashed her drink onto samantha, who responded by pushing her, everybody watched with a pissed offed look.

sam muted the tv off before going into the dining room, the five friends looking at eachother with concerned looks. the three went to sit with her, [name] sitting back onto the couch.

eth <3

did u see the news?

no, why?

sam’s the prime suspect, that’s so fucking stupid

btw hows econ?

good, why?

[name] was about to respond before the three at the table exclaimed in happiness causing them to look back, “i told you, [name]! you have to give me 10 bucks now!” chad called out.

[name] scoffed, “come over here!” tara waved at them who smiled and went over, “i feel like we should high five or something.” chad stuck his hand out, “the core five high five.”

“don’t call it that.”

the five interwhined hands, letting go before sam’s boyfriend called, the five teasing her as sam declined saying she’ll call back later. a text being sent to the five, a image of quinn being attacked.

“oh what the fuck.” there was screaming and thudding in quinn’s room, everybody jumping up in front of the door, a few metres away from it.

“run.”

her body was thrown at anika, the killer slowly walked out as anima screamed loudly that probably everyone outside of the building could hear, chad, tara and [name] ran outside of the room, closer to the door.

they ran downstairs before tara realized that they left them upstairs, “what? tara! chad!” [name] called out, “call the police!” chad told them as [name] pulled out their phone, dialling 911.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“anika’s dead.” mindy muttered into the arms of [name], “i’m so sorry, mindy.” ethan popped out, lifting up the safety tape and walked towards them, chad pining him to a police car.

“chad. hey, chad!” [name] pulled him away, “he was at econ, okay! he even sent a video to prove it to me!” they defended ethan, pulling out his phone to show the video to him.

“fuck, man.”

“where the fuck were you, [name]? i know you were with tara and i before but when i look back down, you’re gone!” chad pointed to them, “i was calling the police! i went to someone for help!” [name] defended themself.

“bullshit!”

“look, just because ethan wasn’t here last night, does not fucking mean you can blame him! if you wanna blame anyone, blame me!” [name] said making chad scoff, “who said i didn’t?” he sneered at them.

ethan looked at the body on the ground, “oh my god… who?” “anika.” chad answered with a hand on his hip, body tensed. the three went back to the ambulance, “mindy, i’m so sorry.”

“step the fuck back.” mindy snapped at him, “you’re at the top of my list.” she continued with a glared, “i had econ!” mindy and chad looked at eachother with doubt.

“he’s not lying.” chad whispered to her, “[name] has a video of him at econ.” mindy looked at [name] who was being questioned, “i’m gonna be right back.” tara said to the three and left.

“is that kirby?” [name] pointed out, the three looking at where they were talking about. “holy shit.” mindy’s jaw dropped at the sight of her.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“jason and greg, were little rich, bitch boys, apparently they used fake names to use this place.” the group and detective bailey followed behind gale, “how’d you find it?” kirby asked her.

“it’s called investigating journalism for a reason.” gale replied with sass, “i like her.” [name] whispered to ethan who gave them a weird look, “how didn’t you find it?” gale continued to poke at kirby.

“i like her a lot.”

“weren’t you tracking them?” the two continued to go at eachother, gale swiping a card and pulled a door open, everybody hurdling inside. “what is this place? what’s with all the security?” sam queried.

the lights turned on, “it’s a movie theatre.” tara pointed out, “it’s not just a movie theatre… it’s a shrine.” gale added onto tara’s sentence, “it’s giving richie and amber’s motive.” [name] commented.

it revealed to have every victim’s and killers clothing’s and ghostface costume, everybody scattered around the room. [name] walking up to amber’s ghostface costume.

“you’ve all been through so much.”

“okay, how’d the get all this stuff? isn’t this evidence?” tara inputted making [name] frown, “yeah, i would like to know too.” they looked back to tara.

“well, cops like money, and evidence gets a lot money.”

“um, why am i here exactly? my alibi checks out.” ethan broke into the conversation, “so i can keep an eye on you, roomie.” chad answered, mindy doing the i have my eye on you gesture.

“the killer must have found this place before he murdered jason and greg, and then he took the mask off the mannequins.” gale stated, “all nine from stu, billy to amber and richie.” she continued.

sam went up to her fathers costume, “so, somebody killed these chuckle fucks and took over?” chad put the situation into a small sentence, “someone who believes that sam masterminded woodsboro.” gale added.

“if this was a normal stab movie, this would be killers layer.”

“yeah, well, who gives a fuck about the movies now?” [name] crossed their arms, “which means this isn’t a normal stab movie.” kirby said, the two ignoring [name]’s comment about the movies.

tara quickly walked away, sam following behind with everyone else just chilling now.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“i gotta go.” [name] lifted up their phone, “my mom needs me in the hospital, said it’s a emergency.” they continued, almost leaving until mindy grabbed their arm.

“stay safe, okay?” [name] nodded, “who do you think i am? the helpless victim? come on now, i wanna be in the sequel.” they joked, giving them a smile before leaving the vehicle.

“do you think your friend over there is the killer?” kirby asked, eyes on the laptop.

“no.”

“yes.” mindy and chad said at the same time, ethan disagreed, the four looking at eachother, “wow. now, that’s was you call fake friends.” kirby whispered under her breath.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“you know, you’re like the tenth guy to try this right? and spoiler alert, it never works out for the dipshit in the mask.” gale threatened, her boyfriend disappearing.

“oh but they certainly leave a mark of who to go, don’t they? richie and amber managed to butcher dewey, craved him up like a christmas goose. how does it feel to lose the only man who ever loved you?”

ghostfave taunted causing tears to prick gale’s eyes, “fuck you!” she sweared with anger. “how does it feel to know that you weren’t there for him at the end.” ghostface chuckled a little.

“not there to give him comfort as he died screaming in his blood.” gale sniffled, “you’re one who’s gonna die screaming!” she responded to him.

“maybe. but you won’t be around to see it. you couldn’t stop what happened to dewey. just like how you’re not gonna be able to stop this.” a loud sound was made behind her.

her boyfriend brutally stabbed, the killer appeared through the small hole, cleaning the knife off the blood and stabbed over before the killer ran, hopping over the couch.

he grabbed gale’s arm almost stabbing her as she grabbed a pan, smacking it over his face as she ran to the balcony, dropping things to slow him down.

she went back inside, hiding in her room and grabbing her gun to defend herself, she shot at the door, the pounding stopping. “how’s that for nostalgia, fucker?” she commented.

another call went through, scaring her as she picked it up, “you missed.” ghostface stated. “sure, i did.” gale replied, gun still pointed at the door.

“you win. i’m in the elevator, heading to the ground floor.” gale didn’t believe him, “sure you are.” ghostface scoffed at her before gale shot her gun again.

“maybe you did hit me, maybe i’m wounded or maybe i’m wearing a bullet proof vest.” ghostface teased, “that’s why i’m gonna shot you in the fucking head.” she opened the door, no one at it.

her breath grew heavier as she rounded the corners, “you would’ve made a good killer, gale. sidney know what’ve made sense, dewey was the fan favourite but you…”

“cracking under the pressure, turning into ghostface would’ve been a great twist.” gale rolled her eyes, “keep talking asshole.” ghostface laughed.

“sure. what do you wanna talk about? you never got to be the leading lady, did you? it was always about poor, sweet sidney sucking up all the oxygen. where does that leave you to be?”

“the brains and sex appeal.” gale answered, “sorry about your boyfriend, all those muscles didn’t help much.” gale eyed her dead boyfriend, “they sure didn’t.” the killer laughed again.

“can you hold please?”

“what?” gale called back, hearing it ring from behind her, pulling the trigger. ghostface opening the door, pointing the gun away and stabbing her in shoulder.

she tried to reveal him before she was pushed into the pillar again, and stabbed in the thigh. she pushed him away, and crawled to the gun, ghostface trying to stab her over and over again.

he was thrown onto the glass table, gale grabbing the knife, swing the knife down, she was stabbed in the side by the left over glass, forcing her to let go.

she grabbed his arms, stopping the knife from stabbing her through the head, “fuck you!” she glared up at him.

“hey, ghostface!” sam called out, shooting gale’s gun, missing as he ran away.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“what the fuck happened?” [name] pushed the glass doors, eying everyone there, “where the fuck were you?” tara snapped at them, “i was at the fucking hospital, with my mom!” they answered.

“i’m so scared you guys, i don’t want to get hurt again.” mindy breathed out, tears pricking her eyes, “neither do i.” chad agreed, “i don’t want you getting hurt either.” chad leaned against her.

“no… no.” he sniffled, [name] ran a hand through their hair, “okay, what happened?” they asked calmly as everyone turned their hands towards them. “gale attacked while we tried getting the killer to come out.” sam explained.

“so, what do we do now?”

“maybe he gets to win this time.” sam shrugged, not wanting to deal what’s happening now, “he wants to punish me. me. so maybe we let him.” the four looked at her like she was insane.

“i’ll just give myself up. if this is what i have to do to keep you safe, it’s worth it.” sam cried, “no, we’re not doing this, sam. alright, you went back to woodsboro to protect me.” tara declined the idea.

“every single day you made the decision to protect me. none of us would’ve been be alive if kt weren’t for you.” the three nodded at that, “you have to let us protect you this time.” tara said.

sam shook her head, “no.” “yes. we’re a team remember?” mindy stood up, “actually, we’re a family.” [name] smiled, “yeah, mom.” they used the nickname for sam again, causing sam to smile.

“let’s go! core five! come on.” he stuck his hand out, “core what?” danny asked, “it’s a us thing.” chad pointed to lastest victims.

“he’s gonna keep coming for us.”

“isn’t there somewhere safe to hold up in?” ethan butted in, “he’s just gonna keep finding us.” tara pointed out, “great.” ethan breathed out. “we could use that though.” they raised an eyebrow at tara.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“is this even a good plan?”

“you don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” tara rolled her eyes at ethan, “she’s got a point, eth.” ethan glared at [name] who was infront of him, “so we’re just gonna split off so the killer could pick us off one by one? no thank you.”

ethan stated, “we just have to get to the theatre.” sam stopped the argument, pushing through the crowds of people in costumes, some in ghostface costumes.

mindy and ethan got separated from the others, getting held back from the group of people. “fuck! fuck.” the train doors closed as it took off, leaving the two alone.

ethan grabbed her shoulder, scaring her, “get your ghostface ass away from me, ghostface.” mindy insulted, confusing ethan.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“look, it’s fine, it’s okay, she’s with ethan.” chad put his phone away, the train lights flickering. “oh, shit.” chad breathed out, seeing multiple people in ghostface costumes. “that’s terrifying.” [name] shivered.

“how many stops do we have?” sam looked, biting her lips when she realized, “ten.” the tension was extremely thick, the lights flickering multiple times.

someone in a ghostface costume appeared in front of sam, before disappearing when another person entered the train, sam looked for the person again.

the ghostface sam saw slowly approached them, “guys.” the others looked over, danny moved infront of sam, the ghostface exiting the train. the tension grew softer.

[name] felt a vibration from their pocket, taking it out, having a text from ethan.

eth <3

mindy got attacked from a guy in a ghostface costume

seriously?

“um, guys. mindy got attacked... by someone in a ghostface costume.” [name] broke the silence, chad snapping his head towards their phone, “what? are you sure?” [name] nodded, showing them the text message.

“shit.”

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

sam, tara, danny, chad, and [name] saw kirby, “hey! i talked to bailey. i’ve got everything set up.” she said following them, “where are mindy and ethan?” kirby looked behind them.

“they’re 5 minutes behind us.” tara answered for sam, kirby nodded. “let’s get you all inside.” kirby led them inside. “not you..” sam looked at danny, who was beyond confused

“what?”

“don’t trust anyone, remember?” sam looked at danny with a solemn look, “we don’t know you. not really.” she continued, “i can watch over him. i have a gun.” [name] reassured her, sam gently smiling at them.

“you know me.”

“you’re not woodsboro.” danny let it go, “i’m sorry.” she apologized, danny understanding and reassuring her that it was okay, giving her a peck on the cheek.

kirby, sam, tara, and chad went inside, leaving danny and [name] outside.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“fuck, it felt good to kill him! this was your grandmother’s sam, nancy loomis. really runs in your fucking family, doesn’t it?” [name] appeared with tears streaming down their eyes.

“[name]! oh my god!” tara hugged them as [name] eye contact with sam and smirked, pulling something out of their back pocket.

“surprised, tara.” they said into the voice box, giving the carpenter sisters another wave of horror, “w — what?” [name] went into a fits of giggles before heaving a sigh.

they pulled a knife out of their pocket, “what’s the matter sam, you look you’ve seen a ghost?” [name] quoted billy, speaking into the voice box again. “and speaking of family, ethan’s names not actually landry.” [name] announced.

“right, dad?” ethan looked at detective bailey, who laughed and brushed his hair, “wait, if it’s you three, that leaves… mindy?” the other ghostface shook their head, pulling off the mask, revealing quinn.

“hey, roomies.” tara gasped, “didn’t see that one coming didn’t you?” quinn grinned, pulling off her gloves, “yeah, because you died!” tara replied, tears streaming.

“she kinda didn’t.” [name] walked over to them with a mocking pout, “though it was a good way to get off the suspect list. stab mindy on the train. that sorta fun.” quinn ranted.

“wait, then who attacked gale?” sam asked before looking at [name], who raised their hand, “i did. after what she did to amber, i thought it would be a little fun to toy with her like she did to my sister.” they smirked.

“oh, and i killed anika… when you guys got attacked in the apartment, locking eth out. i left from downstairs, i quickly went to the other entrance to your room to ambush you guys, killing anika on the latter.”

[name] explained, having tara glare at them, ethan giggling.

“yep, and i made sure to be there at the scene so i could switch the body out with the fresh one.” detective bailey wrapped an arm around his kids, “a little fake blood, prosthetic, something a grieving father could get away with.” the three surrounded them.

ethan wrapped an arm around [name], who smiled up at him, “and this is stu macher’s mask, he was my favourite.” ethan placed mrs. loomis’s masked on her mannequin.

“that’s three, that’s two, which leads… your fathers.” bailey pulled out billy’s mask, “this is what we’ve been counting down to sam.” he stated, “i’m gonna need you to put it on.” sam slapped the mask away.

“fuck you!”

“woah!” ethan slashed her forearm, laughing and taunting them, “you stay the fuck away from!” tara cursed him, [name] pointing their gun at her making her back away.

“remember who has the upper hand, tara.” tara glared at them, holding a brick.

“oh come on.”

“what is this? you think this is a family?” [name] shrugged, “for amber and their family, sure. why the fuck not.” ethan kissed the crown of their head.

“yeah, bitch you should know better then anyone.” quinn entered, “they’re still not getting.” ethan smiled, “look, i don’t know what you believe but i didn’t commit those murders in woodsboro. it wasn’t me.” sam looked back at bailey.

“oh, we know that! what do you think this is? some bullshit conspiracy theory? come on, who do you think started the rumours about you in the first place.” quinn raised her hand, a smug look on her face.

“you wanna know how easy it was to turn sam from the hero or woodsboro into the villain? how easy it is to convince the world to believe the worse in people rather then the best.” quinn pointed the knife at her.

“because it is not enough to kill somebody these days. you have to assassinate their characters first. so when dad discovers your horrible mutilated body.” [name] mockingly attacks them.

“pose to sam wearing her father’s mask. they’ll say some bastard on the internet that you’re the real ghostface and took matters into your own dilated hands.” ethan explained, sam scoffed.

“exactly why it’s a perfect alibi and all the best lies were based on the truth. you’re a killer, just like your father.” bailey pointed making sam defended herself.

“no, i’m not!”

“yes you are, you motherfucker, you killed our brother!” quinn yelled at her making sam widened her eyes, “what are you talking about?” sam breathed out.

“you said your brother died kn a car accident.” quinn pointed her knife to tara. “no, no, no. so you see something, he died in woodsboro… in the hands of your bitch sister.” ethan glared.

“and [name], here, shared the same interest in killing you both.” sam turned around to look at bailey, “you’re richie’s family.” he nodded.

“and [name]… were you apart of the killings last year?” [name] smiled with a evil glint, “who do you think killed dewey and attacked tara in the hospital?” they tilted their head, “you bastard!” tara yelled at them causing [name] to tilt their knife at her.

“you’re the real fucking bastard here! you think killing my sister and their brother, you’ll fucking get away with it!” they yelled back at her. ethan stabbed sam in the shoulder.

“look who’s finally starting to get it!” they went to attack the carpenter sisters, quinn held the knife up to sam’s throat, “there she is… there she is when she killed our fucking brother.”

the others conversed, [name] gliding their fingers down a photo of them and amber when they were younger.

“for they were just a little dark but richie really loved them, loved them. he made a few of his own. did you know? there’s a very special bond between a father and his first son.”

bailey looked back at them, “this is why i helped him build this place.” sam looked around, “this was all his?” bailey nodded his head, “yes, he’s a very passionate collector.” he commented.

the others yelled at eachother, “your son… he was so pathetic.” “that’s not true.” sam mentally smirked, “yeah, your son. he was a man baby, who had his girlfriend and [name] do all the killing.” [name] glared up at her.

“he was a strong feral young man.”

“he was a limp, dick fuck who cried before i slit his throat.” a gunshot went off, sam holding her side, “fuck you.” [name] muttered, tara went to throw the brick before ethan stabbed her.

“what do you think you’re doing?”

“i’m just finishing act 3, tara.”

[iiitsnotbase]

I'm writing a MIDST fic set 10 years after the canon ft Tzila, Bets, Walter, and orginal guy called Kiss and of course the general populous.

They sing the moon mining song so I had to write it here it is:

Goe hopped up on stage. 

“How good are you at singing?” She asked him. 

The look on his face could only be described as sheer and utter terror. Oh, Tzila knew that look. Everyone else was clapping and cheering as the residents who still remembered it struck up the moon mining song. Tzila whispered a quick ‘You’ll be fine,’ at Phineas before Bets and Walter pulled her into the circle. The time and true tested tradition of the mining song began, as always, with Goe.

“Well hello, I’m Goe, and I think y’all should know, the moon is gone but Midst lives long, and you’d think I’d improve over time, but I still don’t know how to make a rhyme, see when the moon fell outta the sky, I thought my whole life was a lie, but I’m standing here today so I say, why not do things our own way?” He passed the microphone to Emett.

“Well then Goe if you insist, but I was never good at this. My speeches are practised, the motions all rehearsed and Goe was bad but I’ll be worse. Our beloved Sherman finally took the hint and Kiss is here, and he’s a good kid. Now I think for a right of passage, Kiss should sing in the second message, don’t worry kid, we won’t stress you yet, we’ll show you how it’s done with our favourite BocVet.” He passed the microphone to Fiona, and Goe feigned offence that he was not the favourite anymore. 

“Well thanks there Emett you know I’ll try, to make it through the night without a cry. Now there’s a saying we have, when someone new comes, we make them feel welcome, and we treat them as one of us, and even when that new person is attached to me, I think by now he knows what to sing!” Jacob the Leg was next to receive the microphone.

“Ah, uh, oh no! I don’t know. What to say. So I’ll just pause. Until it goes away. You know I care about her, and love her to the death. So the circumstances are strange, who cares about that? It’s probably odd to hear this, given that…Tomasi is right there, hi friend, but I promise I’m grateful, and I’ll be here to I end.”

“Everybody!” Someone yells and takes the microphone from Jacob to bring it over to Kiss and drag the poor boy in while the residents sing the chorus. The chorus ends and Kiss is holding the microphone on the edge of the circle. 

“Well I’ve watched this happen many’a time, and now I know that I can’t rhyme, and even though it’s not a test I promise that I’ll do my best. My promise to y’all relies on three simple things, I promise to keep y’all company, whatever life will bring, and I’ll be here with a smile, serving y’all the drinks, with Tzila,” Crap, “in her chair, now it’s her turn to sing.” The internal split-second panic washed over Tzila again before she realised she could absolutely use this against Phineas. 

“Well I guess y’all might know me, I’ve been here 14 years. You’ve all brought me laughter, and you’ve all brought me tears, but I have to say the one boy who made me cry the most, is standing in the corner, lookin’ like a living ghost. I’m still much better at drawing, so I’ll get back to that, but if I could have your attention, here comes Phineas Thatch!” Mocking boo’s went up around the room at Phineas’s announcement. Tzila quickly looked at Kiss. “You’re one of us now!” She yelled. He rolled his eyes.

“Can’t think of anything worse.” He said, jokingly. 

“Well like Emett said it, my old speeches were pre-ordained, but I guess I owe you, for the time I caused the pain. Consider this an apology, and my best one yet, because I learnt that good deeds were not worth all the debt. Now I may surrender the mic to someone new. Sherman Guthrie, it’s your party, and we haven’t heard from you.” Phineas crossed the floor in a few steps and handed the microphone to Sherman.

[goodbyeapathy8]

Departure letter

As mentioned in this post, that outlines why I needed to let this be my last message in the Kindergarten Mafia Discord server... here is the Scathing Letter™. ------------------------

It is time for me to go. 

I absolutely loathe having to do a departure announcement because this is not an airport and I’m sure not a lot of people care. 

But as someone who has spent 10+ years of their life actively decolonizing and liberating my viewpoints, it would be absolutely remiss for me to not leave final remarks here expressing my utter disappointment and feelings of not being safe in this space. Not just as POC but someone chronically ill and autistic. Y’all have not made it kind for someone who has any sort of marginalized identity, as evidenced by the public dogpiling in this thread as well as the now deleted messages in clarifications.

I’m not going to address the majority of the drama except for what started it all : someone refusing a Native person’s (well-deserved) call out for a culturally appropriative phrase. 

It is devastatingly clear to me that a large portion of folks in this server have a poorly curated personal life extremely lacking in diversity. 

The defensiveness and elitism (really? Dictionary definitions?). Refusal to actively listen and instead attack others about lacking critical thinking. Self-claimed expertise. I could go on. 

So I revise what I had posted previously. Everyone is a little racist and this server is full of white supremacy tenets. 

https://rrapp.hks.harvard.edu/the-culture-of-white-supremacy-in-organizations/

This is my last attempt at educating some of you, which will go poorly, I’m sure. 

I spent an inordinate amount of time/energy/spoons to provide coherent context the last time but to find the entire thread deleted with no respect for the effort I spent there, has been one of the final straws. 

Frequently mentioning your volunteer status is frankly laughable. I have volunteered for quite a few places, including mutual aid organizations, and across multiple timezones and never have I seen so many excuses to say that y’all do not care about POC. (1/2)

I don’t care how old anyone is, what their job IRL is, what works you’ve posted with how many kudos, etc. I *do* care about the fact that multiple people, when speaking up, are treated with callousness and hurtfulness. That is a larger indication of your mental age and capacity than any other words you can type. 

That I felt safe enough to be so vulnerable in this space for a while was an illusion. There are continued indicators that POC words are ignored, especially calling out that I know both Jynx and William have requested their labor be deleted in the server but have not been. 

Last, but not least, I’m sure people will read this and think oh it’s Phoenix banding together with their friends. I say this with as much passion I can muster : I would have the same amount of disdain for the actions seen in this server without any personal friendship ties and emotions. That is how the social justice aspect of my autism works. 

You all have so much work to do when it comes to respecting other human beings that have different experiences than you. If I weren’t so consumed with the feelings of my actual divorce, recent termination, and the continued trauma of world events like that in Falasteen, I’d feel bad for you. 

As it stands, I believe my energy is precious and I simply cannot spare any more in spaces where I (and others) am not welcome or given respect to. Let it be noted that I’ve actually gone viral on social media before and I still have not left THOSE spaces and yet am choosing to leave this one. The troll comments I received on Tiktok can be ignored because they are from complete strangers that I do not give a single fuck about. The ones here, purportedly from those who claim it’s “safe”, are even more insidious in nature. 

Whatever race or ethnicity you are, to take people who have shown you their vulnerabilities and turn around to show your entire behinds in the least sexiest way ever, is not a good look. Ever. 

Leave the ass scenes to KinnPorsche. 

[33max]

Hii bean! I know that right now it's a difficult time for you Im here for whatever you need you are one of the kindness and sweet person I ever meet. You welcome in this fandom it's what make me start loving max and I know that max meets you gonna think the same! I know if difficult to not listen to the hateful things that people say but remember that you have people here that loves you and respect you! If you have to take time for yourself do it and be kind to yourself because you deserves it! ❤️

Thank you for taking the time to write this, I don’t really know what to say. I have nothing but negativity for fandom at the moment, and it sucks, but I love y’all that still message 🥺♥️

[dorkwalf]

Return AU.

It’s been two years. Two years since he save Camelot. Two year since he turned everyone back from stone. Two years since he left Lancelot in charge. And two years of pain. His friends started treating him like dirt shortly after his return. His friends ignore him and take his things. He’s left behind on multiple missions. Tails refused to treat his wounds.

So much was taken. The world keeps turning its back on the hero. Only to welcome him when he saves the day. He was so tired.

He was spirited one morning from a text from tails. His excitement skyrocketed only to crash when he saw it was just for a mission. He sighed and dragged himself out of bed and race to the locations. The tornado parked as knuckles and tail chat for a bit. Amy glares at him “you’re late.”

Sonic gives his fake cocky grin “sorry sleep in. Just saw the message”. Tails scoffs “of course what else did we expect”. Knuckles just shook his head disappointed. Sonic heart withers “sorry I’ll start turning up my phone” he tries to laugh in off. “Yeah. You should.” Amy said as she headed toward an old biulding. It looked like an old library. Broken windows and boarded up doors. The roof caving in.

“Are yall sure the last chaos emerald is here?” Sonic asked as he enters the place beside his team mates.

knuckles growls “ya doubting me now?” Sonic flinches at the aggressive tone “n-no of course not.”

“Okay! We need to split up” tails states as he looks over the library that looks as if it hold every book in the world.

Sonic hesitates knowing that eggman could be near “I don’t think that’s-“ Amy cuts him off “perfect! I’ll go left! Knuckles go with tails to the right and Sonic you do you or whatever” she dismisses him. He struggle to speak up before he sighs and starts walking toward the center of the library “why do I try”.

After a few minutes of searching he stops. He stairs at a book with gold lettering and a true dorky smile appears on his face “well well what do we have here~” he giggle to his self as he pick up the book and looks at it with longing. He smiles sadly looking at the book ‘king author and the knights of the round table’ “oh how I miss y’all.”

Something felt odd he opened the book and the book starts glowing and shaking. Sonic dropping the book and stepped back. His heart racing he felt himself getting sucked in. He panicked but is was to late. The book takes him in the pages and slams shut. The only thing that remains is his communicator.

Sonic screams as he falls through the sky. His heart jumping into his throat as he curls into a ball trying to protect him self

He lands harshly in cold water. He uncurls in panic as he start to sink deeper and deeper. Struggling to get to the surface. As he starts to black out two gentle hands helping him to shore. He cough and gasps for air.

Slowly he pulls him self together “t-thank you” he turns to see who saved him only for his breathe to hitch….

…the lady of the lake.

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Me crashing in to say that it’s National Friendship day! (Or was by the time I’m writing this- bc my dumb ass forgot)

Mutuals, whether I speak a little or a lot to you, whether I only ever reblog from you, or whatever level of interaction- BASICALLY YOURE ALL LOVELY.

There, I’ll honk it from the rooftops!

Each and every one of you, please be personally reminded by this post that you are wonderful, supportive people and deserve very good things in your every day lives. I also give you my thanks for being so welcoming to me when I first arrived here back to Tumblr.

This is a ramble, incoherent at best, but I really hope the basic message comes across that you’re the best 💖💖

I’m gonna go shush now before I ramble myself into a hole ✌️ love y’all, be kind to yourselves, and receive all the good energy I send your way 💖😌🥰

[creepedverse]

How do you guys feel about fan works outside of canon of the au? (Character interactions with ocs) Writen fics and fanart comics :0]?

Tomb - I'm fine with it as long as it's not disrespectful, NSFW, or weird. I do want people to let me know beforehand though if its character interactions but Im chill with most things. And I don't feel comfortable with anything romantic involving Tobin that isnt with Tali. At all. Other than that, I'm perfectly fine with fanart, headcanons (if appropriate), AUs, whatever

Clocky - Character interactions are a no unless Im involved in the conversations about it. Anything romantic involving Tali is an absolute no unless it's with Tobin. NSFW is always a hard no.

Dia - I love seeing fanart and stuff, if y’all are worried abt mischaracterizing characters just send an ask in here or you can dm (me at least) from my blog tagged in pin. I’m ok w character interactions so long as we chat abt it before hand! Anything romantic would have to be a no but I’m ok w making friends into sibling sort of interactions. Obviously any nsfw is off limits as per the pinned post💕

Sucker/Bonnie- NO NSFW no romance unless w/ ruth. bonnie is a flexible character so fanfics/fanart/interactions/etc are fine all the way >.o i mischaracterize my own oc so im not that worried... questions appreciated but surprises are ok too!

for deepsix/tommie: terms of usage covers anything i wouldn't be okay with 👍

jess/scout: im fine w anything as long as its not nsfw or romantic!!

Yves/Blythe - NO NSFW NO ROMANCE but besides that stuff, fanart/fanfics/oc interactions are all welcomed!!! I absolutely adore fanart and I get so excited seeing it!! And if you think your oc would get along with Blythe, I’d love to see them interact!! I’m open to answer any questions about Blythe if you want to write about her!! :D

Nico/...Nico - i love love love seeing fanworks!! you're all enormously talented, and i don't mind anyone involving nico in anything! No NSFW ground rules are the same as for everyone else, however with Nico i want to add some additional boundaries that include no whitewashing, no major mischaracterization, and feel free to ask about anything you're unsure of!

Daydream/Shannon - No Nsfw, romance is on thin ice. Other than that Im really excited about possible Art or Writing and anything you guys could be cooking in yalls heads. Nothing disrespectful as well, and dont use my character in posts/works that contain harmful messages like ableism, homophobia, transphobia etc.

[hellslilteaser]

NSFW BLOG

Trigger warning for hard kinks

Minors (-18) DO NOT INTERACT. Under no circumstances will I interact or allow follows from any minors. Put your damn age in your bio or prepare to get blocked.

Any interactions that fall in the ‘don’t do this shit’ as outlined below will result in an instant block.

🖤🖤

With that out of the way, Hi I’m Hells!

28 | Bi | Petite & pale submissive with a lingerie obsession and thick thighs.

I haven’t included a kinks or limits list, it’s pretty obvious what they are from just looking at what I reblog. Limits will be added if needed.

Don’t do this shit

• Don’t ask personal questions regarding my relationship & pester me about it - it’s private (all parties are aware of this account & my online presence). I am not looking to be ‘owned’ or meet up with you.

• Don’t ask to voice call, for access to my content for free (this includes my Snapchat) or to collab.

• Don’t pic skim, or I will stop posting content on Tumblr.

• Don’t send me instant dick pics/nudes or flat out hit me with threats & cnc styled messages off the back. Have some decency damn.

• I hate that I have to put this in here but as previously noted, don’t think you’re slick by sending me actual names of women & trying to figure out who I am/my actual identity. Many women have the tattoos I do, you’re not slick, you’re not going to ruin my career or my life by outing me, the people I love know I do this, you’re just a prick - so kindly fuck off.

I understand I am an internet slut, but I still have boundaries and I am still a person.

Interact with me

Asks & DM’s are currently open (these will be closed if y’all keep acting up). Send me filth, questions or whatever (within guidelines). I love chatting to you guys but do not start getting abusive if I miss your DM or ask! I get a lot of the same sorts of asks, and my DM’s are getting really hard to keep up with. I have a life outside of Tumblr. ‘Pick me’ behaviour is not a good way to get my attention and I will flat out block.

Locking things down a little right now, if you want my links - you can ask for them (anon asks will get zilch)

Tried to make this shorter but my god it’s hard.

Hydrate, be respectful & welcome to hell baby 😈🖤 x

[diddybok]

woah…

WoAh…

WOAH !!!

one THOUSAND followers. are you guys insane. picture a thousand people in a room—a HOUSE right now. okay are we all envisioning it? fucking crazy right? THAT IS A LOT OF PEOPLE!! to follow little ol’ me🧌

thank you so much. i think the excitement will kick in later, but holy shit guys!

i love the way people are enjoying my works. if it gives you a moment of respite from your life, if it makes you happy, sad, angry, love lorn, laugh—whatever it is, i appreciate it. i appreciate all of you.

i made this account to just share the silly little thoughts i turn into stories and look. i’m building a little community from those ‘silly little thoughts’ !!

that is what i want us to be, and continue to grow into. a community! i am always sure to make my account a safe space for everyone. no matter your ethnicity, nationality, sexuality, gender, disability, etc. you are all welcome here and i will always try to be mindful to keep my work as inclusive as i can (unless stated otherwise!)

but p h e w this is so touching truly. i know that they are many writers out there with tens of thousands of followers, but i’m glad that you chose to stick around for me!🤎

yeah, not to get sentimental , but i’m doing this for you guys! i love talking to y’all. reading your messages, replying to your asks and comments. i’m telling you now, every time i see that i get a comment or a new message or an ask in my inbox i get so giddy because what?!?! you wanna talk to ME?!?!?!

*sobs and strikes king charles around the face*

sorry he had to catch a well deserved stray, anyways back to regularly scheduled programming.

there are so many of you chix in the coop, imma have to order a bigger one soon or else we are about to bust these walls down😅

thank you. with my whole heart. thank you for sticking by me and giving me a reason to make so many people smile!

lots and lots of love,

kae ��� x

[thementalshawty]

Exchange Readings Now: CLOSED

Okay so I’m feeling all lovey Dovey and shit and I’m feeling like exchanging some of that love but this is a trial run because this is my first time doing this exchange game thang, so here’s the deal. If it goes well then I’ll take more people, here’s to a good exchange experience! Here’s the rules.

You MUST be following me. MAKE SURE TO LIKE & REBLOG!!!!

Questions about romance only during this trial game.

1-2 Questions

No short ass readings, it doesn’t have to be an NOVEL but if you’ve seen my readings or have gotten a reading from me you know hoe descriptive I am so reciprocation is A FUCCIN MUST! I will let you know if I don’t feel the energy reciprocated. RECIPROCATE ENERGY! Look through my readings for proof of how long my readings are, if you can’t keep up please don’t try to secure a spot .

You must be 18+ Up, Provide your age when you inquire about the exchange. Along with your name, pronouns and sexual orientation for more specific information for us both.

It can be through the Asks or through messages, it can be anonymous. If you want it posted privately let me know.

BE BLUNT ASFCCC WITH ME COS I SHO ASFCC WILL BE WITH YOU! DONT SHY FROM CURSING, life isn’t sugarcoated therefore I’m not and I prefer you not to be. You must be able to deal with my filthy mouth, I’m very honest to the point of rawness which is why you need to be 18+ to do this.

Sex Questions are MORE THAN WELCOMED!

Feedback is always needed. It can be through the messages of you message me and if it’s through the asks then post it that way as well. I SHALL DO THE SAME.

If, ANY confusion, please be fuccin cool or get smoked by the flame that is my spirit oh and my words too! Be kind and I’ll be kind back this is all love guys please let’s keep the vibes that way word up!

We both can deny questions that we feel uncomfortable with or just completely don’t want t do or whatever, again just be cool about it and we it’ll be great!

This is my first time doing a public exchange game, I usually just do it with those who I feel pulled too, but Id love to exchange energy with others readers. But y’all will have to be fuccin patient with me, trust you will get your shit.

Through messages, your options for your readings are screenshots or email I prefer email and I’ll let you know my email through the messages.

I get my readings first. I’ve seen the scams, I’m no fool with the amount of work that I do, I won’t go into this game without covering my own ass.

Okay now that everything is out on the table let the games begin!!

I’m so excited to exchange beautiful energy with you guys!

[sagesolsticewrites]

Sage’s 1 Year Blogaversary 🤍

I can’t believe it’s been a year since I started this blog and posted my first fic (Trouble 👀)! I always admired fic writers and loved the the hard work they put into their creations, but never imagined that I’d ever be one of them.

And then y’all came in with all your support for my work, and I genuinely can’t thank y’all enough 🥺 I seriously love and appreciate every single one of you and l'm so overwhelmingly humbled and happy that you enjoy the content l'm putting out. I know it’s been a while since I’ve put out any content, and I thank you for being so patient and understanding with me as I work through my own life stuff as well. And thank you all for sharing your love of Elvis & Austin with me!

In honor of sagesolsticewrites turning 1 (!!!!), I thought we’d have a lil celebration, lasting from now through the weekend! Y’all are so welcome to send in asks or messages about whatever you'd like (seriously we can talk about anything, fandom related or not!). I will be doing drabbles (check out the prompts listed below, or send in your own!), but I also wanted to give some ideas for stuff we could chat about:

Send me...

• prompts! Such as these, these, or any from these lists!

• A line from Elvis (or Top Gun, or Stranger Things!) + I'II write a lil blurb for it

• A pic/gif of any character from Elvis, Top Gun, or Stranger Things! + I'll come up w a lil fic idea for it

• fic title ideas! + I’ll make a moodboard/come up with a lil plot summary blurb for it!

• a word/phrase! + I’ll post a snippet if it’s in one of my WIPs!

Ask me...

• About myself (I haven’t been great about answering asks recently oops 😅 but I really wanna get to know y’all, and I want y’all to get to know me!)

• What I'm working on /have coming up

• About other fandoms/stuff l'm into

• Whatever tbh I'm down for anything ☺️

Of course, y’all are also totally welcome to share any info about yourself or introduce yourself or whatever else you'd like to chat about!

And if you have any other ideas of how I could make it even more interactive/give more back to you guys please let me know!

Thank you again for following, interacting, and sticking with me! I appreciate it sooo much and love you all SO SO MUCH!! 💕

(tagging a couple besties that I truly wouldn’t be here without! @sassy-ahsoka-tano @austin-butlers-gf @burninlovebutler @mpmarypoppins @dontbesussis i love y’all 🥺💕)

Love, Sage 🤍