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[unhetalia]

A fic I'm missing: Alfred breaks up with Arthur because his "tsundere" within a relationship feels toxic to Alfred. Arthur is devastated and realises he spent more time putting his boyfriend down than showing him he loved him.

Anyone remember this?

[taichi-x-koushiro]

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"Do you ever want to hear {their voice} {think about them} before you go to bed?"

"Have you ever thought that you don't want 'something' to keep them away from you?" {Do you expect them to come back?}

"...It's ENOUGH."

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[valiantthearts]

If I see one more hate post about Caitlyn, I will literally flip a switch.

I swear I say this all the time but Caitlyn is doomed if she does or doomed if she doesn't. She can't fucking win with the fandom.

"She didn't do a full verbal apology" - Seriously, do people not understand that actions speak louder then words. And for Vi, action is FAR more resounding then words ever could be.

"She abusive and cruel to Vi" - it was ONE INCIDENT! Do you blame Vi for slapping Jinx in her moment of trauma and anger? Do you blame this or that or the other? Again, Caitlyn spoke through actions in an apology.

"She never accepted the consequences of what she did," = Bitch please. This woman went out of her way to fix it, because she knew she fucked up. She was most likely instrumental in getting Zaun a seat in the council (anyone notice how Sevika took Cassandra's seat???? hello?!?). But also, Caitlyn even asked Vi "Do we get second chances?" She wasn't just asking it about Jinx, but herself. Caitlyn doesn't think she deserves it.

"She's a horrible person," = omfg, like no one makes mistakes. SHE WAS FUCKING TRAUMATIZED AND GRIEVING. I don't think ANYONE will understand unless you lost a parent. Guess what, I lost 2 parents, both of mine are gone. IT FUCKS YOU UP! And now add on top of that, Caitlyn being threatened by silco, having to run for her life, being kidnapped by ekko, having a gun to her head by marcus, kidnapped from her bathroom by jinx, whatever jinx did to her before the tea party, her automy stripped away, nearly killed at the tea party, again, and then watched her mother get blown up. Yeah, I'm sorry, the girl went through more in a weak then anyone else could say.

I'm just so fed up with people. I'M DONE! Caitlyn deserves more then just hate. She's a complex well written character and those dissing her don't deserve her. And you don't deesreve Jinx, or Vi either.

[koushirouizumi]

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[aspenmissing]

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Inside the softly lit Sleep Chamber of the Castle of Lions, Lance lay resting within the sleek contours of a healing pod. The faint, rhythmic hum of the advanced technology filled the quiet room, creating a soothing backdrop to the tense vigil. His form was peaceful, chest rising and falling gently beneath the translucent cover, bathed in the soft blue glow emitted by the pod’s interior.

Surrounding him, the rest of the team stood quietly, their expressions a mix of concern and hope. They wore their usual attire—battle-ready but relaxed—with the exception of Allura, who had chosen a more formal, flowing outfit that suited her royal stature. The only absence was Coran, who remained stationed at the nearby console, fingers flying across controls as he monitored the Castle’s vital systems.

Hunk scratched his head, squinting through the clear surface at Lance’s still figure. “I can’t tell if he looks healthy… or not.”

Pidge stepped closer, her keen eyes narrowing as she studied the subtle rise and fall of Lance’s chest. “I think he’s breathing weird.”

Keith groaned, crossing his arms with impatience. “Oh, come on! Y/N wasn’t in there for long.”

Y/N, lounging nearby with Soul perched contentedly atop her head, flicked an annoyed glance at Keith. Her voice was low but firm. “Don’t bring me into this.” Soul twitched her ears gently, the soft rustling of her fur the only sound.

Keith reached out to tap lightly on the pod’s smooth surface, but Allura quickly raised a delicate hand to halt him. Her tone was calm but resolute.

“Not yet! Just a few more ticks.”

Keith’s brow furrowed in frustration. “Ticks? How much better do you think he’s going to get in a few more ticks?”

Y/N, curious, asked, “And what exactly is a tick?”

Allura smiled gently. “You know, a time slice.”

“Like a second?” Shiro questioned, glancing around as the group’s attention turned toward him.

Allura cocked her head slightly in genuine curiosity. “What is a... second?”

Pidge swiftly produced a small pocket clock, flipping it open to reveal the steadily ticking second hand. “Like this.”

Allura wasn’t convinced. “I’m not sure. I think ticks are bigger.” She looked toward Coran. “Coran, do you have a ticker?”

From across the room, Coran emerged, grinning warmly as he produced a bulky, ornate device that ticked audibly, the sound distinct and measured in different increments. “Right here, Princess.”

Hunk, Pidge, and Allura gathered around Coran, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the two timing devices. Each peered intently, comparing the subtle differences.

“I think ticks are a little slower,” Pidge mused thoughtfully.

“I can’t tell. We have to start them at the same time,” Hunk said, adjusting the dials with careful precision.

“Okay. Ready… go!” Coran pressed a button, setting both counters in motion simultaneously. The group leaned in closer, their eyes fixed on the ticking devices.

“Yeah! I think we’re winning!” Y/N cheered, her voice bright and amused from beside Coran. Shiro gave her a wry smile, sharing the light-hearted moment.

Keith raised an eyebrow, casting a skeptical glance at her. “Winning what? The intergalactic time-measuring competition?”

“Exactly!” Y/N grinned, barely able to keep a straight face.

“Yes.” Hunk added, joining in the playful banter.

Unbeknownst to the team, the pod hissed softly as its cover slid open, and Lance emerged, stumbling slightly as he adjusted to his surroundings. He shuffled toward the group, who had their backs turned.

“You guys having a clock party?”

“Aww, Lance, you ruined it!” Hunk’s expression suddenly brightened as he realized it was really Lance—awake and moving. Without hesitation, he pulled him into a warm bear hug. “Uh—hey, Lance!”

Lance shook his head with a sheepish smile spreading across his face. “What happened?”

Allura stepped forward, her voice warm and reassuring. “We can tell you all about it while you get something to eat. Are you able to walk?”

“Talking? Eating? Are you asking me out on a date?” Lance teased, winking mischievously.

Allura rolled her eyes, unimpressed, while the rest of the team exchanged amused looks.

“Yep. There he is,” Pidge muttered, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Yep, he’s okay,” Shiro added, relief softening his features.

“Classic,” Keith said, shaking his head fondly.

“Hasn’t changed a bit,” Y/N laughed, watching as Lance stretched and flexed his arms.

The room relaxed, the lingering tension melting away as their teammate returned—healthy, stubborn, and ready to face whatever lay ahead.

The team gathered in the Dining Hall, the low hum of conversation filling the room as Lance ate a bowl of gooey food, carefully feeding a spoonful to Soul, who eagerly lapped it up. Nearby, the tiny Altean Mice scurried about, nibbling on crumbs and exchanging quick squeaks.

“He’d be Sendak’s prisoner—and Y/N would be in the Gladiator Fights right now—if not for Pidge,” Allura said quietly, her gaze steady.

Pidge shrugged, biting into her meal. “Well, you and Y/N wouldn’t have survived the explosion if Hunk and Coran hadn’t gotten a new crystal.”

Lance looked up from feeding Soul, smirking. “Wow. Thanks, everybody. Sounds like the mice did more than you, though.”

Keith bristled, shooting a proud glance toward Pidge. “I punched Sendak!”

“Yeah, apparently after I emerged from a coma and shot his arm off,” Lance added.

Y/N chimed in, rubbing her side where bruises still showed faintly. “And I woke up from my tortured state and pushed him back into the barrier.”

Keith threw his arms up theatrically. “We had a bonding moment. I cradled the two of you in my arms!”

Lance and Y/N exchanged amused looks.

“Nope,” Y/N said flatly.

“Don’t remember, didn’t happen,” Lance quipped. “So, what happened to Sendak?” Lance asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He's frozen in a cryo-pod. We’re keeping him here in the Castle,” Pidge answered.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Lance asked, frowning.

“He’s too dangerous to be set free,” Allura said firmly. “Besides, we might be able to get some information about Zarkon from him.”

Lance nodded slowly. “So, what’s the plan now?”

Hunk spoke up, his tone determined. “We have to get back to the Balmera and save Shay and her people.”

“Wow! You are really hung up on this lady.” Y/N playfully jabbed Lance’s arm.

“Lance, let him finish,” she added with a smirk.

“No, it’s not like that. Look, guys,” Hunk said, voice steady but passionate, “when you see how Zarkon has treated these people and destroyed their home—they’ve been under his thumb for so long, they don’t know what it is to be free. It’s up to us to set this right. This is what being a Paladin of Voltron is all about. It’s time to man up.” Pidge’s smile faded to a frown.

“Then let’s get moving,” Keith said, rising. “Time to go defend the universe.”

The team started to leave the Dining Hall, but Pidge stopped them with a steady voice.

“Wait, I have something to say first. I need to come clean. And I’m afraid this may change the way you all think about me. Just so there are no secrets between us anymore—I can’t man up. I’m a girl.”

Lance’s face went completely flabbergasted. “I—I mean, I can ‘man up’ because that’s just a figure of speech. I don’t have to actually be a man to ‘man up.’ I just have to be tough. But what I’m saying—”

Lance was cut off by his own shock. “Huh—Eh—Wha—?! You’re a girl!? HOW!?���

Allura smiled warmly. “I’ve known for some time, but I’m glad you’ve shared it with everyone.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Hunk said with a reassuring nod.

“Oh, yeah, me too,” Keith added.

Y/N smiled brightly. “I’m proud of you, Pidge.” Soul, perched on her shoulder, gave a contented nod.

Coran scratched his head in confusion. “Wait, we were supposed to think you were a boy?”

Shiro placed a hand gently on Pidge’s shoulder. “Pidge, owning who you are is going to make you a better Paladin.”

Relief flooded Pidge’s face, and she smiled back at him. “It’s good to get that off my chest. Now, let’s launch this Castle-ship!”

The team moved toward the exit, united and ready. Lance stayed behind, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Wait, what? Pidge is a girl and the Castle is a ship? How long have I been out?” he muttered to himself, still processing everything.

The team arrived on the bridge of the Castle of Lions, each clad in their sleek Paladin uniforms, their expressions steady with determination. As they entered, six chairs rose smoothly from the floor, positioning themselves perfectly for each pilot.

Shiro and Y/N took the center seats side by side, their shoulders almost touching—a silent show of unity and strength. Behind them stood Allura, regal and calm, overseeing the operation. Surrounding them were Keith and Lance to one side, with Hunk and Pidge on the other, forming a protective circle around the core.

Coran stood confidently at the front, fingers poised over the console. At his side, Soul perched comfortably on the control desk, ears twitching as if sensing the tension in the air.

Allura’s voice rang clear and commanding. “Activate interlock.”

“Dynotherms connected,” Coran responded promptly, eyes flicking over the systems.

“Mega-thrusters are go.”

“We are ready to depart Planet Arus on your mark, Princess.”

Allura nodded, steady and assured. “Firing main engines for launch.”

The Castle of Lions shuddered gently as the engines roared to life, powerful energy flowing through the ship’s core. Outside, the skies over Arus lit up as the massive vessel slowly lifted off. The Arusians gathered below, watching with hope and reverence as their legendary Castle-ship rose toward the stars.

With a steady thrust, the Castle of Lions launched from Arus, soaring into the vastness of space, carrying its Paladins onward toward their next mission.

Inside the Castle of Lions’ bridge, Hunk paced anxiously back and forth, his energy practically buzzing in the confined space. Around him, the rest of the team sat watching, some amused, some tense.

“Okay. So, when we get there, what do you think? Do we just roll up and like, start blasting? Or do we land and have some... kind of public address system, like, ‘Attention, Galras. This is Voltron. Turn yourselves in!’” Hunk stopped mid-step and glanced around, seeking confirmation. “No. Blasting, right?”

Keith leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed. “Hunk, calm down. And, yes, blasting.”

Shiro gave a knowing smile. “It’s our first big rescue mission. He’s excited.”

Pidge smirked and teased, bending her head back with a dramatic flair. “Excited to see his new girl-friend~”

“Aww~” Y/N chuckled softly, Soul perched beside her, letting out a noise that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

Hunk gasped, a little defensive. “She’s not my girlfriend! She’s just a rock that I met and I admire very much.”

Suddenly, the sharp wail of unusual alarms filled the bridge.

“What is it? Are we being attacked?” Shiro asked, immediately on alert.

“No, it seems to be a distress beacon,” Coran said, scanning the readings on the console.

“Allura?” Shiro prompted.

“It’s coming from a nearby moon. Apparently, a ship has lost power,” Allura replied, her tone steady but concerned.

“I wonder who it is,” Pidge murmured, eyes narrowing at the readout.

“I hope they’re nice,” Y/N added quietly, Soul giving an approving nod.

Hunk crossed his arms firmly. “Whoever it is will have to wait. Shay has first priority. We can check back on them when we’re done.”

Allura’s voice took on a gentle yet firm edge. “The Paladin Code states that we must help all those in need.”

Hunk frowned but kept silent. At that moment, Y/N walked over and placed a comforting hand on Hunk’s shoulder, offering a soft smile. After a brief moment, Hunk returned the smile, visibly eased.

Lance’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Wow! This is so cool. It’s like we’re space cops on space patrol. Coran, do we have a siren we can turn on?”

Coran chuckled softly. “Uh, no, but we could record you making a siren noise and broadcast that to them.”

“Perfect!” Lance exclaimed, immediately launching into an over-the-top siren imitation. High-pitched wails and trills filled the air.

Shiro quickly placed a hand over Lance’s mouth. “No, not doing that.”

The Castle of Lions descended steadily, its massive form casting a shadow over the barren, rocky surface of the moon. Dust and small debris stirred as the ship’s landing thrusters engaged, settling the Castle firmly on the ground near the source of the distress beacon.

Inside the bridge, Allura’s voice resonated clearly through the ship’s intercom system. “Attention, damaged craft, this is Princess Allura. We are coming to assist you.”

The atmosphere was tense but focused as the Paladins prepared to disembark. Allura glanced at her team, her expression resolute.

“Stay aboard and try to get as many of our systems clear of that Galra crystal energy as you can. We’ll see who hailed us,” she instructed firmly.

Coran nodded at the console, his fingers flying over the controls. “Yes, Princess.”

With that, the Paladins moved toward the exit, stepping out into the cold, silent expanse of the moon, ready to face whatever awaited them.

Allura led the Paladins and Soul down the ramp of the Castle of Lions, their boots crunching softly against the moon’s dusty surface. The cold, silent landscape stretched wide beneath a starry sky as they approached a small, battered spacecraft and the stranded crew gathered around it.

A tall, rugged man stepped forward, relief and exhaustion etched on his face. “You don’t know how glad we are to see some friendly faces. Most folks don’t want to get tangled up with anyone who’s on the run from the Galra.”

Y/N stepped up, her eyes curious and sharp. “So, you guys are fighting the Galra?”

The man gave a wry grin. “Well, I don’t think Zarkon is exactly quaking in his boots at the three of us, but we do what we can.” He gestured toward his companions. “I’m Rolo. This is Nyma, and our cyber-unit, Beezer.”

Nyma gave a small, shy wave, and Lance couldn’t help but be struck by her quiet beauty, his usual confidence momentarily softened. Nearby, Pidge knelt beside Beezer, marvelling at the robot’s design.

“Cool robot,” Pidge said admiringly.

Lance grinned, flashing his signature charm. “Hi! Name’s Lance.”

Shiro’s voice cut through the casual introductions with a practical edge. “Was your ship damaged in a fight?”

Rolo nodded. “Yeah, we’ve really been through it with the Galra. Parts are hard to come by. Luckily, we were able to limp to this moon about a week ago. If you hadn’t picked up our distress signal, I—”

“We’re happy to help,” Allura interrupted, her voice steady and commanding. “I am Princess Allura of Altea, and from now on, you won’t be alone fighting the Galra. You’ll have the Paladins of Voltron by your side.”

Rolo glanced over at Shiro, Keith, Hunk, and Y/N, all standing serious and ready, then at Lance and Pidge, who were goofing off with Nyma and Beezer. He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “…Okay,” he said after a pause.

Y/N sighed quietly. “I don’t think they’ve heard of us.” Soul gave an approving nod.

Keith crossed his arms. “It has been ten thousand years.”

Lance shrugged, a bit confused. “Voltron? Six robot lions that combine into this big robot… guy?”

Rolo chuckled. “Sounds impressive. I’d love to see it. Or—or him. Them.”

Hunk tapped his foot impatiently. “Why don’t we get to work on your ship? I’m sure we all have places to be.”

“Sure,” Rolo agreed, opening the hatch of their damaged craft. “Pretty much our whole flaxum assembly is shot. I don’t know what kind of extra parts you carry in this rig of yours. I’ve never seen anything quite like it,”

In the background, Lance was busy flirting with Nyma, earning a light smack from Shiro and laughter from Nyma herself.

Allura smiled reassuringly. “I’m sure we can get you back up and running. Give Hunk a list of what you need. Coran can show you where to find it.”

Rolo handed a worn datapad to Hunk. “Okay. We’ll go with you. Don’t want you to have to carry all that yourself. Come on, guys,” Rolo said, stepping forward toward the Castle.

Hunk held up a hand to stop him. “Uh, I don’t think so. You can just wait out here.”

“Hunk, don’t be rude,” Allura chimed in.

“Yeah, mind your manners. There are ladies present.” Lance winked at Nyma, who giggled softly. Y/N playfully smacked Lance’s arm. Shiro sighed, shaking his head.

“Oh, I’m sorry, but does anyone remember the last time we let our defenses down? Someone kind of set off a bomb. Remember, Lance? Y/N? You two were almost killed,” Hunk said seriously.

“Oh, yeah…” Lance mumbled sheepishly.

“Good point,” Y/N agreed.

“Hunk’s right. Sorry, but we have to be cautious,” Shiro added firmly.

Rolo grinned in understanding. “Hey, I don’t take it personally. That’s how it is out here. You’ve got to look out for your own. You’re doing a good job, big man.” He handed Hunk a detailed list of parts from Beezer.

Hunk nodded gratefully. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Rolo sat among Allura, Shiro, Keith, and Y/N, his prosthetic left leg resting casually but serving as a stark reminder of past battles. Nearby, Pidge was thoroughly distracted, zooming past on Breezer, her eyes glued to the small robot’s movements. Soul tilted her head, tracking Pidge’s swift motions with quiet curiosity. Lance lingered close to Nyma, chatting and occasionally flashing his easy smile.

“My planet was destroyed by the Galra, and I was taken captive,” Rolo began, his voice steady but heavy with past pain. He flexed his prosthetic leg slightly, a silent testament to his loss. “I managed to escape, but not before I lost something.”

Shiro’s gaze hardened, understanding shining in his eyes. “I know exactly how it feels.”

A hovercart full of assorted parts hummed softly as Hunk dragged it over, clearly eager to help. “Well, I hope there are some parts in here that'll fit.” He glanced at Rolo with hopeful anticipation. “You know, to get your ship moving?”

Rolo’s face lit up with gratitude. “Great! Thanks!” he said, voice carrying genuine relief.

Allura’s tone turned business-like as she addressed the group. “So, what can you tell us about Zarkon’s forces? Where are they concentrated?”

Pidge zipped past again on Breezer, and Soul followed her with a tilt of her head, amused by the display.

Rolo’s expression grew serious. “His command ship sits right in the centre of the Empire. He mostly calls the shots from there and has his minions do the work, depending on who’s closest. This is the territory of a real nasty bugger named Sendak.”

Keith’s eyes narrowed with recognition. “Oh, we’ve met.”

Shiro’s brow furrowed. “How far are we from the centre?”

“We’re way out on the fringes,” Rolo replied.

Hunk began walking over “Hey, sorry to interrupt, but I think you guys are kind of keeping Rolo from working. It’s just that we’re in a hurry. A hero named Shay saved my life, and I swore I would return to do the same for her and her people. You understand?”

"Sure. Sorry"

Rolo nodded, placing a reassuring hand on Hunk’s shoulder before heading toward the hovercart to inspect the parts.

"Hunk," Shiro pulled Hunk aside and lowered his voice. “We’re going to get going soon, but I think Rolo might have some information that could be helpful to us.”

Hunk frowned, skeptical. “Not for nothing, but I don’t trust this guy as far as I can throw him. We ought to leave him with parts and just say, ‘Adiós, amigo.’”

Suddenly, Rolo called out, “Hey, bud! Sorry, but do you think you could hunt down a length of thermal pipe about this long?” He measured the length between his hands.

Hunk groaned but nodded. “On the way.” He turned and left toward the supply area. Shiro, Y/N, Keith, and Allura stepped closer to Rolo, giving him their full attention.

“So, are there more freedom fighters? Any kind of organized resistance to the Galra?” Shiro asked quietly.

Rolo’s gaze darkened. “Only folks who haven’t been colonized yet, or the lucky few like us who managed to escape somehow.”

Keith’s jaw tightened with resolve. “Well, we’re going to change all that.”

Y/N nodded emphatically. “Yup.”

Rolo smiled faintly, but there was a warning in his eyes. “That’s good to hear, but I’ve got to warn you—it’s pretty bad out there. You don’t know what you’re up against.”

[haneys]

rarijack is the mchanzo of mlp

[pearfight]

Mutuals pls turn on your boops so I can boop you in appreciation

[ungodlysaltyinfrastructure]

If you haven't already, and you're still taking requests, maybe SL Seer?

The See-errrrr

I've drawn seer before, (an art trade made with @ carvedrobin on my old tumblr), but it wasn't exactly my own personal design of him.

I've also never seen Steve Legends. At all. I'd have to finish RQ in order to watch SL because I'm that kind of nerodivergent and can't not go in chronological order of series releases, and I'm also never finishing RQ. So almost all information about SL will just be from the F(MS)andom. All I know of him is that he was the first rainbow steve in RQ and who became Void.

You also get bonus colleseer. ✨️

[simply-mxrie]

currently watching tyrus edits from 2018, when i was 15 and a sophomore in highschool. it is 2025. i am turning 22 this year and in my last year of university. it's so crazy how much andi mack changed my life. i fear i remember it all too well 😩

watching the promos. the LookBack™️. joshua rush's tumblr. TJ and cyrus always making top ten of the fandom ships list. smurfvlogs. cyrus using the word "gay" ON DISNEY CHANNEL. stanning and unstanning lester withing MINUTES. tyrus being just a crackship. the kippen twins. TJ's playlist. lemon boy. the b[redacted]h scene.

it was such a wild time and i'm so thankful i got to be a part of it. i don't know if i'll ever find that again with any f[riend]andom 💟

[koushirouizumi]

A f UCKING astr0logy blog: *reposts my Watanuki gifs???? its not even fully about Holic?????* The post: *already has ~30+ notes* Me: *screams in I hate psued0science*

[saccharinesensuality]

You’re right. There’s a lot of things I blame for this:

Mrs R!ce’s* vampire book(s) is what many people base their knowledge of vampirism on including fellow vampires. They are narcissistic, sadistic and think they’re superior. Her fans say she’s canonically said that vampires lose their ability to make art or create like humans do. They just stiffen into statues of their living selves to be immortalized as they age. If that’s their goal of what it means to be a vampire then it’s pretty bleak if you think about it. I wouldn’t want to philosophically subscribe to that energetic current so I chose not to.

Some think not condoning sanguinarian practice is gonna both protect people from blood borne pathogens and make the community look better in the eyes of non-vamps so it can be mainstream and not as ‘terrifying’ to people who want it for the novelty. It worked somewhat a/m/c did a 1wtv show promo with the endles night vampire ball.

They talk mainly about psi vamps for ‘the branding’ to humans. I understand the need for not talking about it because you don’t want someone to get hurt because they didn’t heed warnings about medical safety when sang feeding but ‘the newly awakened ones’ need guidance too. I’m just glad there’s at least some resources out there for us like the red cellar even if it’s a hit or miss in books.

Not to mention there’s rarely talk of incubus and succubus vampires like me and if there is they think it’s "just a sex thing" or just use our name when mentioning a new name for vampiric astral projection. How are these people gonna mention how much they love the Jewish Succubus Lilith and not care about her sanguine children walking among you?

Watching M Belanger's live was so refreshing. They're right, there's still a weird vampyre stigma in spirituality. You either see "vampires are all evil and want to take away your energy without our knowledge" or "Vampires aren't real you're just playing dress up. Witchcraft might be, though". So much of modern witchcraft is just the exact glamour magick and otherworldly connections that otherkin and vampyres have. Stigmatizing "pop culture witchcraft" is a bit hypocritical too when alot of the old 16th century grimoires are from legends told over and over again from cultures all over the world, or just the Bible.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Whumptober 2024

prompts

ao3

Desperation day 1-race against the clock fandom: Danny Phantom TW- blood, rituals summary- He's getting desperate

Doubt day 2- trust issues fandom- dp x dc tw- none summary- can he really trust them?

It's Me day 3- set up for failure, I warned you fandom- Danny Phantom TW- bad parents Jack and Maddie Fenton summary- Danny tells his parents

Cleithrophobia day 4- sensory deprivation fandom- harry poter TW- feeling trapped summary- Cleithrophobia- the phobia or fear of being trapped

Zoo visit day 5- heatsroke fandom- batman TW- none summary- Damian was so excited to see the new lion exhibit.

Mother Henning Older Brothers day 6- not realizing they're injured, it's not my blood fandom- batman TW- mentions of blood, but only barely summary- Jason isn't hurt, he's fine

The Cost day 7- only for emergencies, magic with a cost fandom- Danny phantom tw- Danny dies, but when does he not summary- the GIW are never going to stop

To Sleep day 8- sleep deprivation fandom- batman tw- Dick mentions the rain which is a reference to the Tarantula incident, nothing about the incident is mentioned but stay safe my darlings summary- Dick can't sleep

Obsession day 9- bruises, broken window, obsession fandom- Batman tw- none summary- Bruce has banned Damian from getting more pets

Safehouse day 10- soured words, blow to the head fandom- batman tw- mentioned blood/injury but only barely summary- Tim climbs in through the window and promptly trips over nothing. The ground is nice. He doesn't need to get up.

In the Night day 11- convenience store fandom- spiderman tw- suicidal ideation, depression, gun violence, possible character death implied (open ended) summary- Peter is tired

Finding Allies day 12- starvation fandom - dp x dc tw- starving, medical torture summary- Everything hurts

Cursed day 13- family curse f andom- dp x dc tw- implied character death, blood summary- they are cursed

Survive day 14- left for dead fandom- dp x dc tw- grief summary- he will survive

Memory day 15- childhood trauma fandom- dp x dc tw- neglect, implied torture summary- Danny remembers so much, he wishes he could forget so much more

Freedom day 16- necrosis, wound cleaning fandom- dp x dc tw- none summary- Danny is finally free

Choices day 17-nowhere else to go fandom- dp x dc tw- mentioned neglect summary- Babe is still looking, and Danny and Jazz have very few options left

Identity day 18- loss of identity fandom- dp x dc tw - none summary- Jason isn't still connected with death, he isn't

Justice day 19- blood trail fandom- Percy Jackson tw- blood, mentioned major character death summary- Percy is tired of the gods

Living Life After the Fact day 20- emotional angst fandom- harry potter tw- depression, slight suicidal ideation summary- Harry is tired. He doesn't know how to do anything but fight, and he's so tired of fighting.

Possession day 21- spirit possession fandom -dp dc tw- none summary- Tim just wants to solve this case

Monsters day 22- oh no, that's not good fandom- Danny phantom tw- mentions of blood summary- the monsters keep coming through

Choices day 23- forced choice fandom- spiderman tw- manipulation summary- Peter has a choice to make

A Wayne or not a Wane day 24- radiation poisoning fandom- dp x dc tw- none summary- time to tour Wayne enterprises

Readying to Storm the Castle day 25- surgery fandom- Danny phantom tw- non graphic dissection (it's only in the last section if you want to skip it) summary- the crew make plans

Nightmare day 26- nightmare fandom- dp x dc tw- implied dissection summary- Danny has a nightmare and Babe gets a call

Trapped day 27- voiceless, muzzled fandom- spiderman tw- light torture, nothing graphic summary- Peter is trapped

A Parent's Love day 28- denial fandom- dp x dc tw- neglect summary- Their parent's love them

Exhaustion day 29- fatigue, burn out, 'who said you could rest' fandom- batman tw- Dick is hurting but there's no graphic violence summary- Dick is hurting and exhausted

Escape day 30- recovery fandom- spiderman tw- mentioned injuries summary- Peter needs to escape

Asking for Help day 31- asking for help fandom - dp x dc tw- mentioned injury summary- they need help, and they need to learn to ask for it

[themarcspector--moved]

i have a somewhat started chara.cter page now!!!!!!

the only one who has a bio page and head.canons is cloud. her page also has her f/andom verses on it too. it's a bit wordy but there's also an overview and like headcanons, soooo. no need to read all that.

here

[melviships]

Uhhh :] finished P1 and watched over 20 hours of essays on the topic and I'm still not brave enough to face P2 but I have way too many crushes and plushes to deal with now

Survived Day 1 of Pathologic Classic and I need Katerina so badly

[pearfight]

We got scored on by a Novak?

[youronlybean]

Not the entire Hermitcraft fandom being spoiled this week-