#because tagging them doesnt work unfortunately

[moeblob]

Sorry I forgot Hanneman suggested Byleth undress after they show up with a different hair color. And I miss Hanneman. And also while swapping between Houses and Hopes and seeing Hanneman pop up to help in a Hopes paralogue is just devastating since he doesn't ever actually join you at all and I am denied my old man rights.

So I had to draw this. Thank you for understanding.

[fandomfucker]

Hey bestie

I’ve loved you stuff for ages so I thought you would be a good writer for a lil idea I had!

Poly! Judgement Day x reader (or just Rhea Ripley ) where bubbly (but smart and snarky) reader gets moved to smackdown during the draft and only sees the rest of her partners one or two days a week.

She acts independently like it doesn’t bother her that she has to travel alone, and doesn’t tell her partners that she’s had trouble making friends at smackdown. But it’s taking a toll on her.

When she starts seeing them post more photos without her and all text her less she finally loses it.

After a long day of losing a championship match reader goes home to find out that her partners didn’t even know that she had a match that night and barely acknowledge her homecoming. Reader cries herself to sleep alone in their kingside bed.

Hurt/comfort ensues

- I hope this wasn’t too long 💕,

🟧Anon

Thank you so much for all your support!!🫶

Definitely get toxic relationship vibes with this so i kinda played into it a little. Also, this doesnt actually follow anything because I dont actually really watch Smackdown, pls dont kill me🙏

Some of the dialogue and resulting reactions/scenarios are from this list by @judgementdaysunshine and @romanthereigns

Word count: 4,473

Reader’s POV

It felt like my heart had been ripped in two and then thrown in a woodchipper.

Without any kind of warning or anything, I had just been removed from my partnership with the Judgment Day and put on Smackdown instead of Raw.

Backstage in our shared dressing room it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop as the five of us all stood around in stunned silence.

Dominik was the first to break it as he launched himself at me, cradling my head to his chest as the news began to sink in.

Tears began to well up in my eyes as I stared off over his shoulder at nothing. Our hug was jolted when Damian, Finn, and Rhea joined us, surrounding and enveloping us whole.

I blinked until the tears receded, refusing to cry over an unfortunate situation such as this.

I felt tears on my shoulder from one of my partners and heard the shaking sobs of the others, making it just that much harder to not cry myself.

Reluctantly, I pulled away from our group hug, wiping away any remaining strays.

I cleared my throat, "This isn't going to change anything, okay? We all still love each other and at the end of the day, we all go back to the same home. We'll be okay."

Dominik nodded, keeping a hand on my waist as he wiped away his own tears. Catching Damian also wiping away his tears I sent him a small smile, hugging into his waist.

"You're right, dove. It might be hard, but we'll make it work just like we always do." Rhea smiled as she cradled my face in her hands.

I nodded my head, smiling at her in return before removing myself from the boys' holds on me and crushing her body into mine, holding onto her waist tightly.

Finn stood to the side of her and took one of my hands in his, "Lass, this isn't goodbye, and it never will be. You're going to do great by yourself, really get the chance to show everyone just what all you're capable of."

Nodding my head again against Rhea's chest, I squeezed his hand in acknowledgment and comfort as I took in all my partners in the group locker room for what was possibly the last time.

"I'll make you guys proud."

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Two smackdowns later and I still had yet to make any of them even remotely proud.

Turns out, even if you leave a group, people still hold grudges against you for being in that group.

Rhea and I had obliterated the entire women's division both individually and as the occasional tag team so no one liked me or even so much as acknowledged I was there.

The ignoring was worse than any bullying or ambushes I could have anticipated.

The only woman in the locker room that would even look at me was the new girl from NXT, Blair Davenport but the others had warned her about me, so she too stayed away.

All the men wouldn't talk to me either more than a 'hello' in passing because my boys had swept through them too.

Apparently creating grudges left and right isn't as fun as I thought, once those I made the grudges with are no longer with me. I had burned all the bridges I now needed to keep from drowning.

We managed to work our schedules out enough so that we'd all be able to see each other once or twice a week, unless there was a PLE in which we'd be together that whole week.

I was given a newer design along with new beefs. Instead of my usual black and dark purple I wore more pastel colors. Baby blue, lilac, light yellows, etc. I was given extensions and my makeup was much less dramatic. My shorts were traded for skirts and my hand symbols for hearts.

I was told they were wanting to take some more creative liberties for me and I could either get on board with it or leave.

My first match on Smackdown was against the new girl, Blair Davenport who wanted to "show the world what she's made of" and decided to try and make me her example.

Long story short; I won. And that really didn't do me any favors, except to get me a match against Chelsea Green. The winner of which would be getting a shot at the Women's Championship title against Bayley.

Sitting in the locker room after winning my match against Chelsea I sat in the corner with my knees to my chest as I texted the Judgment Day group-chat.

Y/N: Guys!! I got a match against Bayley for the title next week!! We're about to have two womens champs in the JD!😁😁💪💪

With the different time zones I wasn't expecting an immediate reply so I just went ahead and began scrolling through Instagram until it was time for my promo.

Rhea's post came up first. It was just a picture of her dinner, at a fancy restaurant, and you could see Dominik's shirt and hands in the background.

Some of us go on dates with each other by ourselves all the time so I thought nothing of it, just liked it and kept scrolling.

Until I saw that Damian had uploaded a friends-only story. Clicking on it, it was a mirror selfie of him and Finn wearing tuxes, a peak of a flowy red dress just out of frame. The next slide was a full picture of Rhea in her dress. Her dress that I had given her.

My eyes stung a bit that my partners had all gone out on a really nice date without me, but I blinked it away because it didn't matter. It was one date and I'm on the other side of the country right now, they can go on one date without me. It's fine.

When it was time to do my promo, someone came and escorted me to the specific area where my favorite unbiased interviewer, Cathy Kelley, was waiting for me. Her face lit up when she saw me as I barreled towards her.

Crushing her into a hug, we both squealed with delight at finally seeing each other for the first time in forever.

We caught up and did my promo and decided to go out for a really late dinner together after the show. I told her about my struggles with the women on the roster while she spilled about her own personal problems.

"Oh! Let's take a cute little dinner date picture for Insta!" Cathy exclaimed pulling out her phone. I agreed and joked that we should hold hands across the table like a real date and she agreed.

She posted the photo and we watched as the comments rolled in from the fans. Some were loving it while others thought she might be dating both Rhea and me now. We laughed at some of the comments before going back to our conversation.

Wrapping up dinner, Cathy revealed to me that while she would be on Smackdown more often than before, she still wouldn't be there every week.

"It's okay, its not your fault," I forced a smile before we made our way to our separate hotel rooms. "I'll see you tomorrow though?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course! Sweet dreams, Y/N," She replied before we went our separate ways.

Two hours later, now laid in my hotel bed about to go to sleep, and the only response I'd gotten was a thumbs-up reaction from Finn. Secretly, I hoped my partners were just too busy planning something special for me when I got home and didn't want to accidentally ruin the surprise.

Deciding to just get over it, I went to bed, dreaming of finally being with all my partners again, going on a date with all of us.

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The sound of my phone's notifications woke me up early the next morning. I reached out, aiming for the nightstand where I had left my phone to charge the night before. I blindly hit around the area until I felt my phone, bring it up to my half-open eyes, blinking rapidly at the burning brightness of the screen.

The screen was filled with angry texts from my partners.

Finn: What the hell were you doing with Cathy???

Rheas: Were you on a date last night???

Hello???

Y/N!

Damian: Answer us Y/n!!

Dominik: Y/n answer your fucking phone this is insane

My eyes teared up in fear at my partners' reactions. They seemed genuinely upset, especially with the combined 24 missed calls in a 4-hour time period.

I just texted back a simple, "We just went out to dinner and thought the picture would be cute. Nothing more." before getting up and going about my day. With my next flight leaving in just a few hours, I had a lot to do before I could even get to the airport.

After getting out of the shower, I checked my messages only to see no response from any of my partners. Clicking on the chat, I saw that I had been left on read by all four of them. I tried to push aside my feelings but lately it was getting harder and harder to do so.

But, I managed to pull myself together just enough to make it on my flight home just in time.

It was mid-Sunday by the time I made it to our shared house, and I knew I'd be alone for the next couple days since my partners' flight out for Raw had been around the same time as my flight in.

The rest of the day was spent self-loathing in the bathtub as I watched a few of Bayley's old matches, trying to give myself the upper-hand for our match by learning how she fights.

I fell asleep in bed that night, shoveling ice cream into my mouth as I watched old reruns of Full House on the TV.

The next morning was nice because I was finally able to sleep-in after so many early mornings. I was able to make myself a cup of coffee and make french toast (something I hadn't been able to have in forever) as I sat on the back porch watching the birds fly through the trees.

My nice little fantasy, however, was broken when I received an Instagram notification. This one was a picture Rhea had posted; a selfie of the four of them in the car they were driving.

I was too emotionally exhausted for my eye to even begin welling up. So, to save myself from anymore heartbreak and/or grievances, I blocked all four of them on both socials and messages and told myself I'd unblock them later that day.

Later that day turned into fifteen minutes later when I started feeling guilty, so I unblocked their messages and left their socials alone. I'd see the pictures eventually on my feed posted by fans, but hopefully it would take a little bit longer than if they weren't blocked. None of them ever bothered to text me individually or the group chat of all five of us the rest of that week, even after I texted them to congratulate them on their wins form Monday. 

Brushing off the avoidances form them, I just went about my week. A few facetime interviews and a podcast. I answered emails and went to the gym. I cleaned the house and did laundry, wondering when on Earth my partners would get home.

I even called them to ask to no avail. But I saw the posts on Instagram of them a few states away hanging out, going on dates. They had decided to do a road-trip back home instead of a flight. 

The uncomfortable lump in my throat increased with each swipe to the next picture. As I swiped through the pictures, my growing fury and heartache increasing in a swirl of mixed feelings, Dominik texted me, saying they'd be home Thursday night.

Around the same time as my flight out to the next city for Smackdown.

I sent a thumbs up in reply and threw my phone off to the side so I wouldn't have to think about it for the next little while.

I just went ahead and began packing all my stuff for Smackdown Friday night, making sure I had everything I needed for my new ring gear I was about to debut. It was a special occasion, after all. I was about to be the next women's champion.

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Friday night had arrived and I now stood in the guerilla bouncing around as I shook out my nerves. Onlookers shot me weird looks as I went through my warm-ups as well, they weren't your typical ones as I had learned them in high school doing theatre.

Bayley passed me, giving me a look I couldn't quite decipher as her music hit first and she walked out. 

A minute later my own started playing and I walked out, swaggering my way down the aisle. When I was told to change my look, and my attitude as well, to make myself not apart of the Judgment Day anymore, I was finally given my own theme music, but I missed our group theme more than anything.  My now long hair swung as I made my way up the stairs and into the ring to do my entrance against the ropes.

Stepping into the middle of the ring, I faced Bayley as our title match was announced and the title showcased to the audience. I caught her mouthing something at me, making me grin sadistically. You can take the girl out of the faction but you can't take the faction out of the girl.

"May the best woman win."

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I didn't win.

It was a long match that wound up being longer than anyone anticipated, ourselves included.

Bayley eventually got the best of me when my head hit the turnbuckle at just the right angle for me to black out for a second, leaving room for Bayley to pin me as I was too disoriented to kick out.

The ref had to help me backstage to the medics after the lights went out, signaling the commercial break. She even had to hand me a towel to catch the blood beginning to flow from the small cut.

The on-sight paramedic gave me some ice for my head as she checked my pupils. "Yeah, I think you got a minor concussion there, hon. I'll let Mr. Aldis know but you should sit down and rest until you can get an uber, you shouldn't be driving." 

She left the room and I immediately started bawling my eyes out, making my headache worse. Not only did I now have a concussion which would cause me to be out for at least a few weeks, but I was lonely, my partners were ignoring me and probably didn't love me anymore, and I lost my one shot at the title that I had earned and fought for entirely by myself.

My cries attracted the attention of a few passerby but only one stopped and came in to check on me.

"Hey, Y/n, I'm really sorry. That was my fault, I totally botched that, I'm so sorry. If you want I can take you back to the hotel so you don't have to pay for an uber? I just have one more promo to do and then I'm all done."

I looked up to see Bayley standing there, her title nowhere in sight, looking so sincerely upset and apologetic it just sent another wave of tears down my already soaked cheeks.

"That'd be great, thank you," I laugh-cried as she helped me down from the table and back to the shared locker room.

All the other girls stared at me as I walked in, my face and eyes puffy and my forehead bandaged, as I continued to hold an ice pack to the top of said bandage. No one else seemed to have any sympathy for me and rightfully so. I hadn't actually done anything in the past 2 years to warrant any.

Bayley brought me over to my locker and began helping me get all my stuff together. "Why are you helping me?" I croaked pitifully.

She avoided eye contact, "Because I know what it's like. To lose your faction--the people who mean the most to you and are always supposed to be there for you, I mean."

A small laugh escaped me as well as another tear. I swiped it away before offering my hand to her. "Truce?"

"Truce," She nodded and shook my hand.

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Finally getting home late the next day, I was relieved to find all four of my partners already at home. I was nervous to see them after all the ignored communications and their Instagram posts of dates I wasn't invited on, but I was tired and hurt and wanted my partners.

Unlocking the door, I stepped into the entryway, smiling softly as I heard my partners' rambunctious laughter coming from the living room. I left my suitcase by the door and made my way over to them.

They were playing the new WWE2k24 game with the new Xbox Rhea had gotten from being on the cover.

"Hey guys! I'm home!" I announced my presence from behind the couch as I walked in.

I received a chorus of "hey babe"s from all four of them, not one of them turning around to actually acknowledge me. And that stung worse than any failed title match or concussion. 

It was like my heart had been ripped out and stabbed repeatedly with a knife before being set on fire. I tried to tough it out and managed to get all the way to our shared bedroom before I burst into tears again.

My pent up feelings, mixed with the concussion, my heavily drugged brain resulting from said concussion, and the overall exhaustion from everything all at once finally came to a head as I sobbed.

I collapsed to the floor, my knees being too weak to hold me up. Crawling up into the bed, I laid there and cried into my pillow as I cradled another to my chest. I cried so hard I couldn't breathe and snot ran down my face.

Eventually, I fell asleep, having not even bothered to change my clothes or take off the makeup that was now streaked down my face. 

I just hoped that when I woke up it would've all been a dream.

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3rd Person POV

The four members of the Judgment Day sat around the living room, playing what they agreed would be the last match before they made dinner.

"Alright," Damian spoke as he stood up and began stretching out his sore limbs, "Who wants what?"

"I want chicken tenders!" Dominik shouted excitedly. 

Rhea laughed and ruffled his hair, sliding her fingers through his silky strands. "Okay, well while Dame and I get started on dinner how about you and Finn go pull Y/N out of the shower and she what she wants."

Dominik nodded like a happy little puppy before grabbing Finn's hand and dragging him upstairs to go find their girlfriend.

They went first to the master bathroom, noticing the light was still off and there was no trace of her having taken a shower. They continued on into the bedroom where they saw the curled-up figure of their girlfriend.

Finn went and turned the bedside lamp on, emitting a soft glow about the room. 

The two of them rounded the bed to face Y/N and wake her up. Dominik saw her first and stopped dead in his tracks, the blood draining from his face causing Finn to rush over.

Before he could even ask what was wrong he looked at Y/N and no longer needed to ask. 

Her face was puffy from tears, her makeup smeared and streaked down her face making it even more evident she had been crying. The pillow she held onto with a death grip had a wet stain on the top of it from previously fallen tears.

But the thing they were most concerned about, was the small bandage on the top of her forehead. Dried blood seeped out from underneath the bandage and was crusted around and in her hairline, the whole area swollen and red.

"What the hell happened?" Dominik asked Finn as they watched Y/N sleep. 

"I dunno," Finn replied in the stunned silence. "We need to get Rhea and Damian, though."

Down in the kitchen, Rhea and Damian danced around each other grabbing various ingredients as well as silverware and dishes. They made idle chat and were laughing when Finn and Dominik bounded down the stairs. 

"What'd Y/N say she wants for dinner?" Damian asked the two of them, his back turned to them as he fiddled with a dial on the stove. 

"She's asleep, but you guys need to come see, something happened," Finn told the two of them.

They both looked up from what they were doing, Rhea grabbing a towel to dry her hands. "What's wrong?" She asked as she ran around the counter and up the stairs to their shared room.

"I'm not even sure," Finn replied.

The four of them raced up the stairs and down the hallway to their bedroom, Rhea leading the way.

She slowly rounded the corner to face Y/N and upon seeing her in the same state the other two had, threw her hand to her mouth in horror as she gasped at the sight before her.

Damian, right behind her, made it to her side to see what all the fuss was about and all the blood drained from his face when he did. "Oh my god."

"Should we wake her up?" Dominik asked, like a scared child.

Rhea, ever the caretaker of the group, chimed in. "No, let's just wait until she wakes up. You guys go back downstairs and finish making dinner and I'll stay here till she wakes up."

"If you're staying here then so am I," Finn argued, taking a seat on the small ottoman at the end of the bed. Rhea nodded reluctantly before looking at the other two.

They both nodded, knowing they wouldn't win any fight they picked. They both walked over and gave Y/N a small kiss on the forehead, the opposite side of where the bandage was, before shuffling out of the room and down the stairs. Now, all they had to do was wait.

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It wasn't until an hour later that Y/N finally began to stir.

Rhea and Finn both shot up, kneeling beside the bed as Fin gently stroked Y/N's cheek as she awoke. 

"What's going on?" Y/N asked groggily, thoroughly confused as hell and not knowing anything. After any normal nap, it takes a minute to even remember your own name, not to mention a nap after that kind of extreme emotional distress.

"We're just worried about you, sweetness," Rhea explained as gently as she could. If Y/N did actually have a concussion and didn't remember anything, she didn't want to freak her out any more than she possibly would already have.

"Why?" Y/N asked, gently pushing the two of them away form her to sit up and rub her eyes. In doing so, she felt the edge of her bandage and remembered everything. From losing the match, to making a truce with Bayley, to coming home and them not acknowledging her.

Rhea and Finn saw the look that overcame their girlfriend's face. Anger, betrayal, sadness.

She pushed them out of the way again, this time harder than any of them were expecting which sent the two flat on their asses as Y/N made a move to get out of bed.

"Woah, woah, woah. Where the hell do you think you're going?" Rhea immediately was on her feet and grabbed Y/N's arm to keep her from going any further. The look she received from Y/N before she pulled her arm out of her grip was scathing. 

"Nowhere that concerns you." She began to move towards the closet, starting to grab new clothes, seemingly to change into before she grabbed a bag and began stuffing the clothes in there.

"Y/N! What the hell is going on? Please, just talk to us!" Finn tried to reason with her. 

By now, the commotion had reached the ears of both Damian and Dominik downstairs and they raced up to the bedroom, just in time to hear their girlfriend's explanation.

"Talk to you? Talk to you?! I have been trying to talk to all four of you for weeks! And all I get in response is a thumbs up! Sometimes, not even every time!" She screamed, stepping out of the closet into full view of her partners. Clothes were left forgotten on the floor, and some half-hanging off their hangers as Y/N finally released all her pent-up emotions.

All four members of the Judgment Day stood in stunned silence as Y/N kept going, now unable to stop herself even if she tried.

"I was forcefully moved away from my partners, surrounded by people who hate me and then you four go out and have date nights without me. Constantly! I had a title match tonight against Bayley, we could've had two champions and you didn't even care! I lost because I hit my head and got a concussion and you don't care!" At this point, Y/N had started to grow emotional. Each word was a fight against the myriad of tears threatening to spill over.

The four of them felt awful, how could they have neglected their girl so badly for so long to get to this point?

"We're so sorry, cariño, we had no idea you even had a match last night-" Damian's attempts at an apology were cut off by Y/N.

"Of course you didn't! You never bother to talk to me anymore!" Her partners began to reach out for her as she started fully crying, the emotions winning this fight.

"I'm barely holding on," Y/N sobbed as she curled in on herself, rejecting any attempts at physical touch from her partners. "It's so bad, that my opponent had to come to my rescue after the match because no one else will even acknowledge me."

"Y/N," Dominik spoke, the sound of his heart breaking evident in his voice.

"No, just...don't," Y/N wrapped her arms around herself as she backed away from the four of them. 

The five partners stood around in silence, each member processing their emotions. 

Once Y/N's tears had slowed down, she wiped any remains off her face before facing her partners, who now surrounded her again. This time, however, they left a spot for her to escape.

"Hey, we're sorry, okay? But we promise to do better. This is new for all of us and we admittedly didn't handle it well but we're gonna fix that, alright?" Finn explained to her gently, so as not to scare her off.

"He's right, amor. We love you, so much. We'll do anything that you ask of us, please," Damian practically begged her.

Rhea and Dominik both clutched each other, tears streaming down their faces as they were both too choked up to speak, but they nodded in agreement to both of the boys' statements.

"Okay," Y/N broke down again, walking into the shared hug between the partners. They would make it up to her, just like they always did. Everything would be okay. They would be okay.

[cod-thoughts]

You call my bluff, how can I keep this up?

Word count: 1.2k

Relationships: implied GhostPrice

Tags: Very silly, inspired by art, Ghost is very down bad, they arent together yet

Part of a project that has a tiny explanation here. Keep reading under the cut!!

AN: This is a gift for the lovely @gomzdrawfr we barely know each other but i absolutely love your art it always brings me a lot of joy. This particular drawing hasnt left my mind since you've uploaded it and ive been dying to write for it so now i have. Happy valentines day! <33 Hopefully this doesnt freak you out my bad if it does 0_0

Simon Riley prided himself on discipline. A soldier’s mind was supposed to be sharp, focused, unwavering—trained to cut through distractions like a blade through fog.

Unfortunately, Ghost’s mind was none of those things at the moment.

Because right now, all he could think about was lifting his Captain.

It had started as a passing thought, one of those ridiculous notions that flit in and out of consciousness before being dismissed outright. But the problem—the real, pressing issue—was that he didn’t dismiss it. He let it linger. He let it take root.

And now? Now it was a full-blown fantasy.

Price wasn’t even doing anything particularly remarkable. He was just there, standing at the other end of the room, sleeves rolled up, a cigar hanging lazily between his fingers as he pored over mission reports. The bastard didn’t even realise what he was doing, didn’t realise how profoundly, cosmically annoying it was that he looked so unbothered. So effortlessly composed. So fucking liftable.

Ghost flexed his fingers absently. He was pretty sure he could do it. No, scratch that—he knew he could do it. He’d been working out more lately, upping his deadlifts and bench press, and Price wasn’t that much heavier than the weights he’d been throwing around. Maybe a bit more solid in the middle, sure, but Ghost wasn’t about to let that stop him.

His mind supplied a vivid image of how it might go: him stepping up behind Price, arms looping around his waist before hoisting him clean off the ground like he weighed nothing. He imagined the startled grunt Price would make, the way his cigar might tumble from his lips in sheer disbelief. Ghost would hold him there, suspended mid-air, feeling triumphant and smug as Price swore up a storm. Maybe even toss him over a shoulder for good measure.

A slow, creeping warmth spread through Ghost’s chest. Fuck, I really wanna do it.

And then the thought—the dangerous, irrational thought—took an even more deranged turn.

What if he just… buried his face in Price’s back? Just thunked his head against him like some oversized cat marking its territory? What if he just took a big inhale too? What if he just filled his lungs up with Price's intoxicating scent?

Ghost had seen videos of big cats rubbing against their handlers, knocking them around with sheer weight alone, and now the mental image of himself doing that to Price was seared into his mind. 

Would Price let him? Probably not. But maybe. If Ghost timed it right. If he made it quick enough, took advantage of Price’s soft spot for him.

Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with me?

He scrubbed a hand down his mask, barely resisting the urge to groan. He was losing his goddamn mind, and the worst part was, he wasn’t even ashamed of it. If anything, he was tempted.

Because it wasn’t just some unhinged urge—it was Price.

It was the way Price carried himself, all rough edges and commanding presence, but with the kind of warmth underneath that Ghost couldn’t look away from. It was the way he laughed, the rare deep rumble of it that made Ghost’s chest go tight. It was the way Price had a habit of standing too close, completely unaware of how much space he actually occupied in Ghost’s head.

It was the way Price had his little habits—how he’d run a hand down his beard when he was thinking, or the way he bounced when he was feeling restless, fingers gripping his vest. The way his accent thickened when he was particularly exasperated, or how his blue eyes sharpened when he was assessing a situation. Ghost could list a dozen things about the man that made his brain short-circuit, and not a single one of them had anything to do with the fact that Price was his superior officer.

He wasn’t just some bloke Ghost wanted to wrestle to the ground for fun. No, it was something worse, something worsebecause it came with an emotion Ghost didn’t quite have a name for but felt deep in his ribs whenever Price clapped a hand on his shoulder or called him ‘Simon.’

Ghost sighed and slouched further into his seat, arms crossed. Maybe if he just stopped looking at him—

“Yer makin’ that face again.”

Ghost stiffened, head snapping up. Price was looking at him now, one brow raised in amusement.

Shit.

“…What face?” Ghost asked, voice carefully neutral.

“The one where you’re plottin’ somethin’ daft.”

Ghost blinked. He was absolutely not making that face. He was making his normal, everyday blank expression. The same one that had struck fear into the hearts of enemy combatants for years. There was no fucking way Price could tell that, just moments ago, Ghost had been contemplating rubbing his head against him like an over-affectionate housecat. 

How he could even read Ghost's expression through the mask had always been a mystery. Price knew him too well, it should scare him but it doesn't, it never has. 

“I’m not plottin’ anything,” Ghost lied.

Price hummed, unconvinced. “Uh-huh.” He turned back to his reports but didn’t drop the smirk. “Whatever you say, Simon.”

Ghost exhaled slowly. Disaster avoided.

And yet—and yet—

The urge still hadn’t left.

No, if anything, it had gotten worse. Because now, in the absence of fantasy, his brain had moved into problem-solving mode. Could he get away with it? Could he pull it off? If he were fast enough, if he caught Price off guard, maybe—

Ghost bit the inside of his cheek. Maybe he needed to accept that this was just who he was now. A man consumed by the overwhelming, irrational desire to manhandle his Captain and fucking nuzzle him. A lost cause.

A complete and total, lost cause that was actively fighting for its life as Price casually stretched, arms rolling back, giving Ghost a perfect view of his broad shoulders and back flexing under the fabric of his shirt.

Ghost’s jaw clenched. His hand curled into a fist.

Get. A. Fucking. Grip.

“Well, whatever it is, just make sure it doesn’t involve me having to clean up any of your messes.” Price’s voice snapped him back to the present.

Ghost barely processed the words. All he could focus on was the fact that, when Price shifted in his seat, his damn jacket rode up just slightly, exposing a sliver of his back, displaying all the little moles and freckles and those two distinct dimples in his lower back that look perfect for his fingers to dig into and oh, for fuck's sake.  

Ghost clenched his fists. 

He was going to lose it.

He was actually going to lose it.

He had to get out of here before he did something insane. Like follow through on these godforsaken thoughts.

“Right,” Ghost muttered, pushing himself up from his chair a little too quickly, a little too stiffly. “Gotta… check on something.”

Price barely glanced up. “Mmhm.”

Ghost turned on his heel, marching toward the exit. He needed fresh air. He needed to not be in this room thinking about how catastrophically down bad he was.

As he reached the doorway, he heard Price’s voice again, this time tinged with unmistakable amusement.

“Oi, Ghost.”

Ghost paused but didn’t turn around.

“…If you’re thinkin’ about doin’ whatever it is you’re thinkin’ about doin’—” Price’s smirk was practically audible. “—I’d think about it first.”

Ghost didn’t respond. Just gritted his teeth and forced himself to step outside before he did something really stupid. He couldn’t move until the door shut behind him. He inhaled deeply, exhaled through his nose, and flexed his fingers at his sides.

Maybe, maybe he could let this ridiculous urge go. Maybe he could shove it back into the depths of his mind and act like a normal person.

…Or maybe, just maybe, he was gonna pick the perfect moment to put his theory to the test.

Because one day—one day—he was gonna lift that man.

And no force on earth was going to stop him.

[todayisdeadinside]

unfortunately with the way fandom culture has shifted in the past few years (mainly because of covid causing a lot of normies to get into fandom who were unaware of etiquette and community culture) its really hard to just organically get engagement on fic and art and other fan creations. especially comments and feedback of any sort. most people in fandom today will see something they like and treat it like a dime a dozen product- theyll give it a like, and move on. not as many people are bothering to ENGAGE with fanworks they like anymore.

its not just important to leave comments on fics you read on ao3. its important to reblog fic posts, post about fics youve enjoyed and reccommend them, give feedback and love to artists and editors too and not just fic authors, and cultivate your community.

my fics always get at least a few comments from my friends because ive spent the past several months cultivating a fan server where everyone supports one another's fanworks and projects and engages with what each other creates. that didnt just come out of nowhere like it could have 10 years ago. i had to work on heavily (annoyingly so, even) promoting my server and getting dozens of people to join, find reasons to strike up discussions every day multiple times a day, before a small community started to form.

10 (or to be specific, 8) years ago, i could have (and this is a real example) posted a fic to wattpad with like 3 tags and have so many people read it simply out of love for fic and love for fancreations in their fandom (despite my fics back then being garbage) and not only would plenty of people leave comments, but a few would reach out to me on instagram and want to become friends because we like the same ship. that doesnt really happen anymore, not coincidentally. that kind of mutual support for fanworks has to really be cultivated nowadays.

i guess my rambly point is, show love for your fandom and the people in it. be the one to randomly leave a comment, or reach out asking to be friends, or whatever. be a cheerleader for your favourite creators in the fandoms youre apart of. its a bit scary at first, putting out that olive branch and not knowing if anything will come of it, but doing that first step helps build fandom back into a community, rather than a commodity.

[purpdrawsthings]

Just discovered your art thanks Astro reblog and OH MY GOD!

Its fantastic ! Like...god. it's so good that while writing I can't find right words

But as for qeustions. Do you have Smg4 cos? If yes then what is their lore? Maybe some trivia about them?

And have a nice day!

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Hihi there! So happy to see new ppl come over to this silly blog teehee =3 💜

Sorry for the late response! I did finish this a while ago but I was very busy so I apologize for that-

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Anyways, thanks for the compliment and as for the ask.. I do have OCS!.. Three of them!!

GSP, Aspen and Cinnamon Toast! You can find them in these tags ^^

#SMG4 GSP

#SMG4 Aspen

#SMG4 Cinnamon Toast

As for lore, I do have them!

GSP is a system that is used to protect/guard another world before coming to the SMG4 world. Unfortunately a certain slip up caused the world to be destroyed and GSP to hesitantly leave the world because of his job. He now lives in the SMG4 world and doesnt remember much of what happened before he came there, it became all blurry to him. Which is a relief for him but unfortunately for him, he'll be remembering those back soon ;)

Aspen is a hitman/assistant helping Mr Puzzles in the ▒▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒. They also, like GSP, aren't from the SMG4 world. Unlike GSP who was made from the computer to help fend off threats to worlds, their purpose or even cause of existence is unknown. Though it is quite weird that after the death of GSP's world Aspen would be found right in the SMG4 world too. Could they be both connected? Who knows!

Cinnamon Toast or commonly referred to as Toast is a deer hybrid or something that works as a postman. Unlike the other two she IS from the SMG4 world! She was born in a forest nearby the city without any parents. She never did get hit with that meme wave thing that happened when SMG4 first arrived so she has her sanity normal. After 4-5 years of living in the forest and somehow staying clear of any threats, she soon found a cafe that had a girl in the front giving cinnamon toast samples. As she approached her she snatched one of the toasts and quickly fell in love with the toasts. The girl also pitied the creature and so adopted her! She used to work in the cafe but now works as a postman. Although she has her own place to stay she comes to the cafe daily to check on the girl.

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And nowww time for the facts!

All three versions of GSP [canon, RTV and possessed] do not have any of their backstories changed! This means that all three of them experienced the same exact events before their arrival in the SMG4 world.

This ALSO means shared trauma!!! =DDD

Since GSP is a system whose purpose is to protect the world they reside in, doesn't that mean there's other like him too?

You're absolutely correct!

There are hundreds or possibly even thousands of different GSP's out there that are probably doing the same thing! [They're lucky that most haven't experienced what GSP did] they all have their own different personalities and looks but all have the same purpose!

Only GSP knows this. But he does sometimes forget about it.

GSP and Toast secretly love each other!

The day they first saw each other, they just couldn't help but feel a certain romantic feeling happening from inside them 💜

GSP finds Toast cute but her gullible attitude and kindness just reminds him of something. While Toast admires him for what he does! Though before an event that happens in the AU [aka Purps Crew AU] they keep it both to themselves. GSP is well, shy and is quite terrible at confessions. Though another key reason is because of guilt and fear. Toast just admires him and views him as someone who's above her! So she's very shy about it.

Dw though they get together later down the line after that event teehee 💜

Oh and their ship name would be Startoast.

GSP is the first SMG4 oc I made! He was supposed to be a villain or smth like SMG3 but I eventually scrapped that.

While GSP has trauma ✨ and Aspen has a pretty dark past, Toast is one of the few OCS I have that I hesitantly didn't give trauma to!

She's VERY lucky.. /silly

GSP hates being in his star form. For good reason!

Aspen is enjoys seeing their victims plead or beg. They have no mercy whatsoever!

They won't hesitate to murder someone, or anybody for that matter!.. But the only person they'll never murder is Puzzles because he saved them sidhdidhidhs.

These two DO have history between each other! And both hate each other with a passion 💜

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Andddd that's about all! Hope you enjoyed my yapping and horrible explanation.

Yeetus 💜

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[lily-alphonse]

trying out the ask game if u pls 🕯️🥤🪐🥑

This is my best friend yall idk why she's asking these things like she doesnt know

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

It's awful. 1. Every once in a while I have a stroke of genius while editing but usually it's torture and feels unproductive but is so unfortunately necessary for me (unlike some other soupy creatures)

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

I have 2 fics I need to shout out, both are Explicit NSFW.

Generally the fic I say is my go-to favorite is The Wind That Cuts The Night by thespectaclesofthor, but it's not for everyone. It's BDSM, hatefucking, a lot to turn people away but it really changed how I approached canon characterizations and the kind of stories we can tell with them. I am a slow reader but I spent 3 days doing nothing but reading this I was so engrossed. It's Stardew Valley Alex x Elliott

Another all-time favorite is JINGI by my friend Goldtinted. Im not even in this fandom (My Hero) but I love Goldtinted's writing style it's so interesting to me how they weave in and out of scenes using poetic prose. Such an inspiring and hot fic I reread it all the time. It's a yakuza AU, Chisaki Kai / Dabi | Todoroki Touya

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

My writinggg Im writing so much and it is better than it has ever been I am so close to writing to publish I can taste it

While its not really a thing going on in my life necessarily I feel like I have to mention my friends. Idk how I got here because I can be a pain but finding people who like me has been wildly gamechanging lol

Fall is coming :D about to not DIE in the summer heat

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

Obviously you @writing-for-soup and @softwarecorruption-exe the ride-or-dies, but honestly I am surrounded by amazing people I don't doubt would be there for me if I needed them. I could list several more but Im not trying to tag the whole friends list lol

If you want to join the fun, here is the original ask game post!

If you are reading this and you like Cyberpunk, RDR2 or Stardew Valley go check out Soup's work on AO3 she's a better writer than I am

[foralteregos]

part one of me explaining acm!!! mostly copy and pasted from a convo abt them loll

@aerodynamic-acephalic tagging you since you wanted it

1 - What is ACM?

acm (Alternate Connection Multiverse) is a multiverse related oc universe that i made last year i think, idk. and surprinsgly ive barely drawn it so i have no art to show </3. ive been obsessed with alternate universes since like early 2019 i guess so . yeah.

my first ever creation with acm was just a little joke fanfic i wrote for fun, which inculded identity fraud and almost murder (thanks cobalt for that incredible act 2 drama👍) lol

but even before acm was made i still like, had ideas for au crossovers and such so, i guess acms main and original purpose was that rlly.

acm is technically a canon extended version/sequel of multiple other oc universes (more specifically future's canon timeline) i have (ITS A MULTİVERSE.. OK...) and i cant stop Thinking about it.

Ok, Main characters!

2 - The Important Characters

- Future, the young timetraveller.

Future is a late college student who dropped out to mostly focus on his new career as the ceo of his stupid (/aff) multiverse company. hes very young and clueless so hes easily pushed around and sometimes manipulated by others. he invented the multiverses "first" time machine and eventually rebuilt his enemy's (otherwise known as devante) Dimension Travelling Mechanism (devante never gave it a proper name because he thought he would murder Future instantly, and DTM was a back up plan just incase Future managed to break free.) after almost being killed by it.

- Equinox, the inventor and lone creator.

Equinox is the god of the multiverse, and works alone despite the couple of other gods that wouldve loved to help him with his 'situation'.

equinox is, not social. if i can say that. and very uyuhh easily angerable. tjats all i can say abt them without diving too deep into lore

- Timekeeper, the first and original.

timekeeper has been dead for centuries. being one of thr original versions of the universes before the 'loops' had started. he was stuck alongside equinox after his universe collapsed from a incident he refers to as 'Same Date Different Incident'. in which timekeeper and future BOTH invented the time machine at the same time, thus, causing one of them to collapse. and timekeeper was the unfortunate victim of a incident equinox couldnt control. Timekeeper met Future after Future almost died in his universe.!!

timekeeper doesnt mind being dead, infact, talking and being alive is something he'd rather NOT go back to. despite equinox forcing him into it somewhere around act 6, aka the second time future broke a universe but shush

3 - The Beginning Of Chaos, And The End Of Peace

Facade and Solace were two 'accidents' that were made by equinox. originally (aka back when i first made them) they were only meant to exist to destroy acm as a whole because equinox was tired of it

((^ im still rlly proud of this GOD why did i change it))

i guess that mechanism is still canon BUT now equinox mostly made them as a way for acm and such to continue acm and so it wont end up like the original universe but it just made it worse and facade and solace were kinda leading up to the universes destruction.

- Facade/Falen (He goes by Falen in acm i just prefer to refer to him as Facade)

quit his job as a (forensic, but still can make inventions) scientist, to focus COMPLETELY on ACM (OR IN UNIVERSE-WISE ACRONYM: ABUNDANT COSMOS (OF THE) MULTIVERSE)

he only has one arm, eventually got a prosethic because cobalt bribed (aka 'make this or ill Kill you') someone in the middle field

if not obvious, hes. not a good person rlly. yeah he gets to be a better person after realizing his purpose was nothing but to continue a story that shouldve ended ALOT earlier but yeah hes still a bad person.

- Solace, (yeah thats his name ok)

Solace was unemployed for most of his life, i mean his original universe was quite literally trying to kill people like him so-

unlike falen, his way of 'manipulation and control' inculded alot more violence than actual words and forcing. solace cant make inventions like facade can so he usually resorts to getting his own hands dirty for it.

I wont explain what they did as i want to write and draw it, but it should be obvious.

AND.. THATS PART 1!!IT MAY BE A LITTLE MESSY BUT ILL GO ON INCASE ANYONE HAS QUESTIONS!!:D

[formula-fun]

Fic Writer Interview (thank you @chandelier-s-notebook for the tag my dear!!)

I'll use a cut as well!

How many works do you have on ao3?

On this account, 6! In total its something like 50 I think!

What’s your total word count?

you will probably not believe this but it's 1,021,939. most of it is on different accounts or on anon. i promise you a lot of the early ones are....not really worth reading

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

fire + sound (you guys are freaks ily)

i'd sing you a morning golden and new

Of Shadow

remember me love, when i'm reborn

something for band of brothers from 10 years ago that's anonymous

Do you respond to comments? Why/ why not?

Yes, i try to respond to all of them! it means a lot to me when people take the time to comment, so i try to always take the time to give a response

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Definitely this one. I used to have a no sad endings policy and this is the first thing i've ever written that's broken that!

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

if i had words has a pretty happy ending! once the sequel is done it will have a VERY happy ending

Do you write crossovers?

Not in the sense of crossovers with two characters from two different fandoms. i love a good au though!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I don't think so. Occasionally I get comments that come off as a little rude, but I try to give people the benefit of the doubt and assume they didn't mean it like that

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

hahahah do i ever!! and now i have friends who enable me so its only getting worse from here im afraid!!!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, i've floated ideas online and had them stolen before but i've never been plagiarized

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! A couple of my older fics. It's one of the biggest compliments imo

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, I cowrote a crack fic a few years ago and i'm gonna be cowriting another soon! we're still in the brainstorm stage right now

What's your all-time favourite ship?

oof ok canonically i think stucky is kind of boring but some of the fics really went off

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

................we will have GTA6 before we get the pacrim au...............

What are your writing strengths?

Hmm probably setting descriptions? i get a lot of compliments for the capri scenes in if i had words. sometimes i write decent smut but i dont consider it to be reliably something im good at, it can be hit or miss

What are your writing weaknesses?

planning, outlining, anything like that. there are many cases of me writing 90% of a fic and then taking a million years to post the final chapter because i'm not quite sure how everything is tied together at the end. usually i write 20%, stop and make an outline and then write the rest, but the outline for the ending is always so vague that it just doesn't really work out and it takes way more brain power than it needs to. i am aware of this. unfortunately i will probably never change.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

this is such a good question okok so it depends a little? say its charles' pov and theyre speaking french. i usually just put it in english but indicate theyre speaking french because the reader knows as much as the pov does. but if someones speaking dutch i usually just say "x said something in dutch" because he doesnt understand it so neither does the reader. sometimes i put the actual dutch if doing it the other way would break the flow of it, but i dont provide translations unless its something that charles would understand

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

band of brothers i think!

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

actually i dont know if there are any!! maybe piarles? yukierre? honestly though i'm pretty happy where i am <3

What's your favourite fic you've written?

if i had words is my baby <33 i dont know if i have a favorite out of the two parts though. i love them both in different ways. i maybe have a slight preference for charles', though!

going to tag @talkingismylifewrites @wedriftlikelonelyplanets @mvpanda1 @samu-writes

[meowzilla93]

this is a rant, vent, jumble of words im feeling and need to get it out of my system because im a little done

please scroll along if you dont wanna read, or dont, i dont control you

it never ceases to amaze me just how cruel people in fandoms can be. cruel, mean, hyprocritical, straight up dumb.

dont get me wrong, these people are a minority. i have found myself amongst the best sort of people in fandoms i am a part of and couldnt be happier for the friendships i have made from them.

but this incredibly loud minority piss me off to no end. i stay away from any sort of discourse, silently watching from the background and watch thing blow up over trivial matters, and then learn who to avoid in those circles and move on with my life

but when i see, what i consider to be blatant bullying, to someone i hold dear, i dont want to be quiet anymore. im not a loud figure, im a tiny blog that loves to simp over 2d characters, a tiny stream channel that i interact with like minded people. and i mean i am TINY, im barely a blip on this wide web. so anything i say, it doesnt go anywhere, so still, i stay silent until i cant anymore.

so lets get to the crux of the matter.

if you dont like a character, you dont get to make others feel bad about liking them. i dont care if you think they are problematic, if you dont like their story, their look, or simply the fact that they exist

you dont get to make someone feel bad for finding a connection with them and loving them

you dont get to attack them about liking the character, passively or aggressively, you dont get to make fun of them and any of the work they do around them. you have no right to take it upon yourself and make someone feel like they dont belong just because they like a character that you dont

if you dont like the character, dont fucking interact, its that bloody simple. scroll away. mute the tag, mute the channel, whatever. just walk away

interacting with someones content for the pure purpose to make fun of it is cruel. you are making it public that you want to demean the person for what they enjoy. and the worst thing is, if you catch the attention of the younger audience, they learn that they get to act that way, and this kind of online activity only gets worse

it already has gotten worse. man, im a millenial and i thought keyboard warriors when i was in highschool and older where bad. these days the younger generation feel justified to think that they can say whatever they want and suffer no consequences of those actions. i see it in so many fandom discourses. its horrible

but they learn from the worst of us on the internet. the more they see the cruel interactions, the more they think its okay to act that way. and without a doubt, fandoms will end up being incredibly toxic environments that people wont feel comfortable to exist in anymore.

every fandom has a toxic space, its unfortunate but it is true. i wish it wasnt

and the smaller the fandom, the louder this toxic group is

it just fucking sucks. and watching people i care about be treated so badly hurts because all i can do is be their support. an ear, a shoulder, just someone they can vent to. but it doesnt stop the fact that they got hurt and i cant do anything about it

god i dont even know what this even turned into. im tired, im upset, im just so frustrated.

why cant people just be nice?

if you managed to read all the way down here, man i applaud you. that was a great mess of thoughts, i still have many more but at this point i feel like i would be repeating myself

please, just. be kind guys. its not that hard, i swear it

to all my moots, honestly, i love you guys. seeing all your work and love you put into your creations gives me life and brightens my day. dont ever stop loving your craft and your fav characters just because someone decided to be a prick.

[rsenak]

Tumblr deleted your tags, but I ALWAYS want to hear about Crow Rook and their relationship with the Crows tbh :)

hiii! thank you for the ask and im so so so sorry for not replying any sooner  ;_;

unfortunately it wasnt tumblr,,, i got anxious and deleted the tags myself before posting. still trying to get over my fear of talking online :( (as of this week ive been putting some thoughts about my crow rook in his tag) BUT time to give answering this another shot!!

my rook (calien de riva) was an orphan on the streets before the crows took him in for training and all things considered this was a MASSIVE improvement for him. hes had to sneak around and steal food just to live or failing that life off of trash he can get his hands on and get beaten when caught and in his eyes crow training wasnt all that different EXCEPT he was given food, clothes and a bed to sleep in (and knives!). so what if he has to suffer for it a little? he hasnt known anything else for reference. the lap of luxury to little calien,,, and that colors all his opinions on the crows (and their views) growing up.

and im a yapper so; calien and some veilguard crows under the cut

he met viago a few years later, who only took interest in him after a poisoning incident among the fledglings that only left a few of them alive. including calien thanks to his naturally good poison resistance (from eating just about whatever on the streets before). so he would have been the perfect target to test experimental poisons on in viagos eyes… i imagine viago would have been in his late teens at the time and calien somewhere in the 11-13 range but ??? (they both joined the crows/got picked up by them relatively late. theres something there with that too but theyd probably just insult each others skills in those days). calien likes the poison testing bc he gets to poke fun at viago and annoy him the whole time. they wouldnt exactly say they grew to like or care about each other during those years, but…… not that it doesnt make them poison each other regularly later. for fun. once viago founds house de riva calien is naturally one of (if not the) first person to join. goes without saying but calien is also fiercely loyal to him and his house (doesnt stop him from arguing with viago/at least pissing him off for fun at any given opportunity)… paired with viagos paranoia surely this will never be a problem or fall under questioning :)) (there are a lot of ways i can see their relationship going after veilguard and most of them arent good. they make me feel a little insane. i have at least 7 post game futures roughly outlined in my head)

caliens first meeting with teia was on a contract i still need to work out the details of but the two of them became fast friends (as much as crows can). never too trusting but comfortable enough to have fun. once viago came up in a later conversation, they bonded a lot over sharing embarrassing stories of him and teasing him behind his back (sometimes even in person). despite their similar pasts before joining the crows, it never becomes a subject for conversation. they dont meet too often (before veilguard) but calien considers her the best talon and will say that too. shes thought about trying to tempt him over to house cantori before.

i find caliens relationships with the different members of house dellamorte so funny. the reason he hasnt met any of them before veilguard is that viago did everything in his power to keep calien away from them. so he wouldnt embarrass house de riva in front of the first talon and her grandsons. WELL. A for effort. he had no idea how bad it would get actually.

and he was so right for that because the first time calien meets caterina he shows NO respect to her whatsoever. doesnt help his case when she already wanted him dead over messing up that one mission before veilguard. shes very much not a fan of his attitude there… its wild to me how she still tasks him with rescuing lucanis,,, but then again, i can see it in a way of ‘if he dies trying he dies trying, at least it wont be a better crow’. and on the off chance he succeeds, shell have lucanis back. and calien does not get whats there to respect about her. whats someone so old doing as first talon? why hasnt someone killed and replaced her yet? she doesnt do anything to earn his respect in that one meeting they have either… (hes heard about her from viago and teia but ??? really?) and they both think thats the end of it but the petty haterism continues when they both survive veilguard and calien has the gall to wind up in a relationship with one of her grandsons. so she cant even ignore him. naturally she tries to poison him over their first shared dinner (which is only unsuccessful bc of caliens poison resistance that gives enough time to get an antidote). disappointing. sometimes she tries again but for the most part she just hopes he wont come back from the next contract. at the same time calien is always hoping that by the next time he comes by treviso, caterina will be dead. theyre both disappointed each time. (they do reach a sort of middle ground later where theyre kiiiind of reluctantly protective of the other when it comes to outside threats,,, but they never stop hating each other for all the stupidest reasons)

if they met any differently, i think illario and calien could have potentially gotten along. at least to the extent that is going out drinking together and making questionable life choices in the process. as of now…. calien first finds him hard to take seriously (too nervous!). to illario, caliens always there and in the way of his plans. they quickly take to insulting each other one way or another. and then he becomes one of the people calien wants to kill the most. theres nothing worse than betrayal, and to do that to the crows and lucanis… calien was outraged to only see him imprisoned and not publicly executed. hed have been more than happy to do it himself.

to contrast all that, lucanis and calien got along well from the start. aside caliens small distrust over the demon possession in the beginning. it didnt last long. soon enough calien was dropping by chat and loiter around the kitchen while lucanis is cooking (hes not allowed to help in ANY way and the main reason isnt that hes from the house with the poisoner talon but something much more sinister; that one time lucanis caught him crunching on uncooked pasta at some ungodly hour). or the occasional late night (or what should be night if it wasnt in the fade) coffee and hot chocolate in comfortable silence. its very important to me how unbothered and unafraid calien is of spite (and lucanis) after about 1 day at the lighthouse. (its mostly on the lack of general fears and self-preservation instincts) theres something about the shared (or very similar) experiences and secrets and having someone you can (mostly) trust and be honest with without having to take care of not giving away too much about your work. it doesnt take too long for them to befriend each other. and only a while longer to fully trust,,, (the understanding. head in my hands) (im failing at summaries horribly but. i have a lot of feelings and thoughts about these two and their slow progression from ‘oh cool coworker!’ to friends to lovers. its also a very funny one. what if you had two people who are generally Not Great at dealing with their feelings and they slowly fell for each other. and refused to communicate. and thats nothing to say about the bizarre forms of flirting here and there. they bring me endless hours of entertainment and i dont write down nearly enough of it)

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

fic writer q&a

thank u @geneticcatalyst for tagging me <3<3 (when i opened up tumblr and saw the notification i was floored!! u?? participating in a writing game?? this is really cool im really happy about it! a normal amount of happy for normal mutuals who have def not spend a lot of their free time scream reblogging each other's takes with further additions)

How many wips do you have currently?

i usually work at multiple projects at once, it keeps me fresh, so, like, less than 30 but more than 10. lets not give out numbers to cultivate the illusion that i know what im doing

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?

this isnt easy to answer because most of my wips give me headaches. im reluctant to say that all of them do, because i am an optimist, but the truth is that :D all of them do. but these kinds of headaches are usually easy to content with. most often its really just myself who stands in my own way; i have a method for that by now. i fridge wips and let them marinate for a bit, and often that is enough to work out the snares. either the enforced distance also established an emotional recontextualization, or future-me, who is 9 out of 10 smarter and more level-headed, immediately sees the issue and immediately knows the solution. god bless her

anyways! that is a longwinded way to say that yes, i have a wip like that. and its chosen in great honours for this title because, other than the other headache-inducing wips, this one's headache doesnt want to vanish even if i ignore it very hard, to my greatest chagrin. for one, i have to research a lot for it and subsequently examine subject matter that is difficult to expose yourself to over a prolonged period of time. my wip is inspired by and works through the socialpolitical events during soviet germany, nazi germany, and china during the time of the cultural revolution and in its present day. (im being vague on purpose.) im not a historian, and my formal education is helpful but lacking. the second reason, the true reason, is that through this wip, im also examining my own family history and recontextualize who i am in relation to it. its deeply personal and very emotional, and very exhausting. it also makes me, like, very angry, all the time. which is also exhausting.

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

that depends! im working on finding a better writing/resting balance for myself because im really bad at respecting when i have reached a healthy limit. i know that many people in the writing community struggle with getting words on the page or making daily writing a habit. i dont have that problem i dont have any problems im amazing, no im joking, of course i have problems, but its more the other way around. see afromentioned disrespect of personal wellbeing during working hours

my relationship to writing is super fraught. so when inspiration strikes me, i will not automatically open up my docs anymore and start drafting or editing, or to write down some notes, because that would mean to delegate the thing im currently doing to another time. i need to have a really, a really, really, good reason to do so now. (this is a recent development thats still in the trial and error phase.)

i dont want writing to have that kind of power over my day-to-day life, yknow. my motto is that if whatever im cooking up in that moment, if its really "meant to be", it can wait. and if not, well. thats not my problem! (it actually is my problem, but im trying to ignore that unfortunate happenstance. writing is, like, literally just a thing i do for fun, i dont have to do it, there are thousand other things i could do instead /threat, and not more. this is what im telling my brain everytime it tries to convince me to make more out of it than it is. takes out a knife.) i also find it super helpful to just, like, sit with the inspiration. to just enjoy that feeling of bursting creativity. it feels really good, like attraction. and i can channel that elsewhere. fortunately, i see myself as an artist (hairflip) rather than a writer, so, to my other innumerable talents belongs a variety of very cool creative hobbies that i literally could do instead. (and they arent nearly as stressful!!!!11!!!11! for me!!!! personally!!!1!!!!! oh look, a second knife, however did that come into my pocket.)

its been doing me a lot of good to just, like, not care too deeply, and only write when im in the right mood. i want the act of sitting down and tending to my wips to be a conscious decision i make in full-knowledge of the consequences, no matter how pressing it feels in that moment to “do” something with that strike of inspiration. cultivating that enjoyment of a story by spending a healthy amount of my writing time dreaming about it, and virtually “doing nothing” makes me happy, and helps me find to where i need to go in the end. that is also an argument i use to barter with my capitalist brain.

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

i used to curate playlists for wips. i still have those! theyre great for when i want to get into a specific mindset. i dont do that anymore though, too much work. most of my wips are fueled by the same music anyway, because most of my music listening to is being done while writing. thats also why i dont listen to music just for fun anymore, my music listening to capacity is fully exhausted (i know! how can i! im currently trying out this new thing called "recreational listening to music while lying facedown on the bed being a blob in the troposphere" its really nice)

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?

balls to the walls!!!!!!!! but id argue that these two things arent necessarily at odds u just have to know how to ride that rodeo (takes out a third knife)(camera pans in and it is revealed: im a knife bouqet shaped like a woman disguised in a trenchcoat)

tagging: @aiyexayen @intertexts @ayjada @fanghuas @gingabish0ujo

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

oc deep dive questions!

Tyyy for the tag @kaleido-scope-lady <3 i loved learning more about Ophelia<3 Gonna go for Muro/Celia bc im predictable. questions at the bottom for ppl to copy if they want to do this!

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Teachers. school was rough for them and there's a reason beyond needing to work full time that he fully dropped out at 16- it was only Paula that stopped him from droping out before that

Do they have any pet peeves?

Picky eaters. im one myself but he will ask if you have anything you cant eat and then will cook and if you dont like the food and dont finish your plate he will judge you [In his opinion food is food and good food is great but bad food is at least something so be grateful]

ALSO people who comment on peoples accents. He speaks very strong Neapolitan so most italian speakers cant easily understand him, he tries to tone it down but if you are rude about his accent and he is understandable he gets very pissed off. Tesoro who is a polyglot and loves learning languages and accents is the main point of interaction with people from outside the city for this reason

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Tape recorder, record player and a [field] hockey stick. He doesnt play hockey anymore but he loved it and keeps some of his old sticks around [unfortunately the ones that he used as a weapon had to be destroyed lest they be used as evidence]

What do they notice first in a person?

Their comfort level, are they confident and at ease in the environment? are they nervous and on edge? Pretty good for judging how the conversation is gonna go, and if it will turn violent- and how to avoid it.

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

It certainly gets higher over the course of his life, to about a 7 maybe? its not chronic pain haver levels of pain tolerance, but he can grin and bear through a lot. Most regular wound being he fails to entirely stop a bullet before it hits him, so he has a lot of bullet grazes that he powers thru till whoevers shooting at him is dead.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Freeze. as an adult he freezes more, he used to fight but freezing up is safer these days and causes less regret.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

He may not come from a big family, but he seems to have collected one around him- It starting as just his Mama and her, then Cecio, but by the time Celia was 11 Conficcare was spending more time at their flat than at home, and after his mothers death and them joining Passione, Tesoro moved into the flat and then Rametta started spending more and more time there.

He loves them all and in his dream world they are all as close, just without the negative things that drew and kept them together. Part of the reason Rametta placed into the role of father figure was because he tries very hard to be

What animal represents them best?

Dog. One of those big working dogs that's fiercely defensive and loyal. if he was a dog he would be a rescue- previously abused and mistreated and so dubbed violent but gets a new life protecting some puppies- he acts like a kicked dog enough already. i dont know a breed of dog that is tiny as puppies but grows massive but that's 100% him.

What is a smell they dislike?

Gunshot residue. He has a distaste for guns that's very hypocritical but given how many times hes seen someone go from alive to very much not in the space of a few seconds it makes sense- Baccios death being a very notable example.

Have they broken any bones?

Yep! at 16/17 in an upcoming fic she badly breaks an arm, and shes probably broken quite a few more.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Intimidating. In a kinder light, ruggedly statuesque. The bright reds and golds of his outfits might bring to mind a poisonous animal.

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

Both! Hes used to long hours and late nights, and loves his midday siestas. If it wasnt for Conficcares nursing shift hours he would be the person always awake first and asleep last, he likes to wait up for anyone out late and have breakfast ready in the morning before people wake up.

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Not sure on hate, hes far from a picky eater, but he loves chorizo and salami. Butter fried chorizo with mushrooms and cheese on bread is the default breakfast and he will often snack of a stick of salami through the day

Do they have any hobbies?

Music! he loves listening to music, and he also loved being a mechanic, he takes very good care of his vehicles and really enjoys maintaining them - and racing them.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

Badly. one the initial surprise is over he finds it sweet but you better hope Human Algebra didnt deem it a threat- so no jumping out at him

Do they like to wear jewelery?

Jewelry can cause issues in fights, so he tends to avoid it. He wears his mothers rosary on his wrist tucked into his sleeve and has a few rings that he occasionally wears but other than that he keeps it to a minimum. He would love to pierce his ears and have earrings but hes half torn someone else's ear of in a fight with their earring to many times to be comfortable with having one himself.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Messy is an understatement- at least for teen Celia, but Marco taught her to write in block capitals, so while the spelling and grammar may not be great and the letters may be mirrored, its somewhat legible- it just takes effort so for anything long he gets someone else to write it or uses a voice recorder.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Worry. Grief & anger to but that underlies it. He worries a lot- very much a mother hen who needs to know where eveyone is and that they are safe. he worries about how much people eat- food insecurity is a bitch- and worried about if he has made the right decisions.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

Given his main outfit is a denim jacket and trousers, probably that. Linen is nice and cool which is great in napoli!

What kind of accent do they have?

Strong. 'Canonically' he has a very thick Neapolitan accent to his Italian- if not just speaking it, probably even heavier than usual Spanish influences on his accent and slang- talking of slang he has almost definitely picked up a bit of Sinhala and Ukrainian- the languages of two largest immigrant populations in Napoli- as well as possibly bits of Chinese- as he grew up in an immigrant dominated area of the city.

[based of 2023 demographic information so probably very different from the 1980s but i haven't been able to easily find previous data- i will deep dive at some point but basically he will have picked up some words and slang from the dominant immigrant groups]

[EDIT: earliest data i can find with demographic info is from 2004 and its still Sri Lanka then Ukraine, but after that its Poland]

In my head however- he speaks halfway between Cockney and MLE [Multicultural London English] as of around the mid 80s in Hackney when MLE was growing to replace Cockney as the majority spoken dialect.

EDIT: Paula is Egyptian and so she would have an egyptian arabic accent, though due to xenophobia she will have worked hard to minimize it. Muro has other stronger influences on his accent but there are little bits here and there that will show up in his accent

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What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Do they have any pet peeves?

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

What do they notice first in a person?

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

What animal represents them best?

What is a smell they dislike?

Have they broken any bones?

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Do they have any hobbies?

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

Do they like to wear jewelery?

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Do they have a favourite fabric?

What kind of accent do they have?

[lithominium]

Ughhh hahah im ahving a “nobody under 40 really expects anything good to happen ever again” moment right now going “climate change has completely ruined seasons as we know them, not the hundreds of thousands of deaths caused by sea level rise and (un)natural disasters caused by global warming” and “every single product in the entire world is designed to break down in a year at the most and every year it gets worse, including housing”

Its not like yoi can go buy a good that actually functions, because All goods are like this. Tools are godawful now. You buy a brand new sandblaster from a reputable company and it literally sucks shit. You buy a modern reissue of music equipment and its shoddily built and doesnt work right or something. Houses being built in the modern era are thrown up in a week and collapse with people inside a week later. Video games come out and are half baked and dont change when people ask

The consumers dont have power anymore, they havent for Years.

Every time i look at politics (USA because im unfortunately usamerican, but ive seen some godawful shit in other countries too) i go “well he cant nearly be as bad as the last guy” but somehow they always one up each other for being more genocidal and more awful. On both ends of the spectrum. It used to be 3 years ago “do i wanna vote for the awful person or the awful person who actively wants to kill me” but now its literally just. “Person who wants to kill me or person who wants to kill me.” And every single worthless politician in existence is doing the same thing. If i voted for someone who didnt want to kill me, so few people would end up voting for them, that the people who DO want to kill me would win anyways. My old college town banned public homosexuality. Tennessee of course. Worthless ass state.

I dont doomscroll, i know how ungodly unhealthy it is to scroll through tags showing off how bad everything is. But its inescapable. I go to funny youtube videos and see wade dankpods complaining about how all tools suck while he tries to rebuild a car. I scroll through my dashboard which is supposed to be memes and fandom content and its “this us democrat just said ‘yaknow i really think its great that israel is finally killing all those subhuman palistinians” and what the hell am i supposed to do about that??

I just need. Some semblance of hope. Anything just to tell me it will be alright. Tell me theres a reason for me to not steal a plane and fly it into a god damn mountain so my final moments will be doing the one thing i really love.

[luneemeritus]

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Trigger warning for chronically online cringe discourse over fictional characters I guess

I'm not even famous and there are people trying to cancel me here. For my Hellaverse mutuals and friends, if you ever see people saying that I condone harrassment against Alastor fans or people that shipp Husk/Alastor, please know it's bullshit. I never harrassed anyone over fictional characters or shipps and I don't condone it either. I admit I had a beef against Alastor fans some months ago and honestly? That was also bullshit, there's nothing wrong with liking Alastor or shipping him with anyone. Personally I don't like shipping him but that's just me.

Also. I never said Vox was a straight man. I never said his color had to do with his sexuality, it's incredible how people take things out of context without any remorse, this was my post. Calling me biphobic for things that I've never said is ridiculous. I've also been accused of acephobia, which is also not true. I'm pretty sure I said some dumb shit about "respecting aroace characters by not shipping them" in the past and I cringe a lot by remembering it lol. If anything, I'm not acephobic and I don't care about shipping Alastor. End of story. Still on the dumb accusation things, I've been accused of... *sighs* being okay with whitewashing Imps. Which, I dont even know what to respond except. Be fucking serious. Be fucking serious. No really. Be fucking serious. How can you seriously accuse someone of defending "whitewashing" (of fictional races btw) for NO REASON. No really. If you want to hate me, okay, I'm fine with that. But you dont fucking know me lol stop pretending you do.

And to finish the chronically online bullshit, proshipping discourse aaaaah Goddess help me. Just to be clear. I'm not against shipping/pro shipping, and again, I dont condone harrassment, but I have "creepy proshippers dni" in my profile, specifically about pedo and incest apologists, like real apologists (not people that understood the difference between ficton and reality, actual apologists), some creepy ones that I've encountered on Twitter and I dont to engage with them because I'M uncomfortable with their content. Simple. I don't hate people that are proshippers and I know actual proshipping means shipp and let shipp (no problem with that). This is why I specifically putted pedo and incest APOLOGISTS. Not people that like media and are okay with shipping, I'm talking about APOLOGISTS that genuinely defend real life crimes disguised as "proshipping" (if you never encountered one of those, good for you, but unfortunately I've seen some). And also SA (example = Valangel, ok if you like it, I dont, I dont want to see it, this is why the tags are filtired and I always block❤️ I love to block❤️) because it just crosses my limit. It's a topic I don't wanna see being shipped even in fiction. If you think I'm not allowed to have limits, then I'm afraid that's not my problem. I will repeat again because it seems that people cant understand, I DON'T CONDONE HARRASSMENT. I'm not anti shipping, I dont care about proshippers following me. And to be clear: when I say I love monsters, I mean literal monsters. Monsterfucker. Eldritch creature. Ever heard of that? Yeah I like it. That's me. Being a monsterfucker doesnt mean I want to see pedo/incest shit or that I don't have fucking boundaries. Ugh 🙄

And now some serious stuff that crosses the chronically online bullshit and comes to real life problems: I never falsely accused people of being SWERFS. I listen to what sex workers are saying, unlike some other people (x, x, x, x). I literally NEVER said Angel Dust shouldn't leave SW, wtf, aknowledging there are other ways to represent sex workers (ex: showing Angel's work before Valentino on a compassonate light, or showing other sex workers with different experiences, like Ozzie's employees for example) isnt accusing anyone of being a SWERF. Just for you know, there are different types of SW that arent prostitution or porn. Just saying. Angel is a fictional character, many narratives can be written with him. And as we know he is a sexual person that likes naughty stuff, if he ever tried different types of SW that were safer and good for him, great. If he doesnt and just wants to leave, great too. I don't control what the show writters will do to him and I don't want to. I literally NEVER, EVER, accused someone of being a SWERF for wanting Angel to leave Val and his industry. What a ridiculous thing to claim, seriously. I have also matured a lot about this topic and I'm more careful with the things I say, I think some of you should do the same before making shit up about me. Saying some takes about Angel and his relationship with his own sexuality and SW can be rooted in swerf rhetoric if you're uneducated about the topic isn't saying "if you want Angel to leave his work duel to his TRAUMA you're a mean swerf". Fucking christ. That's like. Basic interpretation. No, Viv isnt a fucking swerf and I never accused her of being one. I literally defended her when she was accused of hating sex workers. Please be fucking serious 🙄

I'm only making this because private DMs were leaked with intention of shaming me. I'm not doing anything wrong to anyone, I'm literally chilling on my own. If you don't have a single true thing to say about me, shut the fuck up I guess, how about that. Funny how I'm being accused of "condoning harrassment" by people that were leaking private messages, lying about me and making shit up about me to be mad at. I'm not even relevant wtf is wrong with you guys, chill. Imagine being so angry for harmless cringe shit you disagree with that you accuse someone you dont know of terrible things in public. I don't condone harrassment, I'm not biphobic or acephobic, I dont hate proshippers, and I never accused people of being swerfs because of either Angel should or shouldnt leave his work. Leave me alone ❤️

I'm typing this trembling of anxiety because I've been working all day and could only write this to defend myself now. Holy shit.

[ihaverotinmybrain]

More lore shit:

So the current story I'm working on that has to do with kate tpe is a slendermansion au type story cus it has to do with thr Unknown Operator and stuff.

Just started to think about a non-slendermansion au version of kate. So here is what I got so far:

Her family canon stays the same:

Her parents died in a car crash when she was ten which leads to her being adopted by Klaudia and Todd (they have no last names ._. lol). Klaudia and Todd used to have two daughters before adopting Kate, they were Marie and Susan. Susan was the same age as Kate but she died due to an undisclosed sickness. This lead the greving couple to adopt Kate since they literally wanted to replace their dead daughter with her. Obviously didn't go well cause Kate and Susan are very different from eachother which The couple doesnt like very much. This leads to Klaudia and Todd starting to resent Kate, becoming abusive and basically do in the bare minimum to take care of her. Kate kind of becomes a care taker for Marie (their younger daughter) who was still a baby when Susan died (Marie is a bit less than 10 years younger than Kate). Kate basically gets treated like a life in nanny, but worse yk. This whole thing leads her to become rebelious towards Klaudia and Todd (Klaudia more since she is the main purpetrator). This behaviour often gets her punished. Most of the time by being locked into their small broom closet thingy were they literally starve her sometimes.

Kate runs away from their home shortly after becoming 18 since she can't take it anymore. In the Non-slendermansion version she takes Marie with her, which she didn't do in the Mansion au (Marie is 8). She travels with Marie through the country trying her best to Support both of them while the police is actively looking for her and Marie. So kate is basically being searches by police and stuff due to Kidnapping her adoptive little sister. "Supporting both of them" also involves crimes, mostly stealing yk. This is also the point when Kate becomes addicted to Smoking cause it reduces her stress.

Kate also has A biological big Brother called Mori (he was 10 years older than Kate) She has no contact with him, which is for the better, since he is working for Zalgo :3

Her journey eventually has her cross paths with Jack (as in Eyeless Jack ⚫‿⚫) who at first wants to kill her but then decides not to after noticing Marie.

Already explained some stuff about my Interpretation of Jack some Time ago so here short recap: He is similar to Ghouls from Tokyo Ghoul. Has to eat human Meat, Organs and Blood to survive, cannot digest human food after his unfortunate run in with the Chernabog Cult (hope I spelled that somewhat right if not then so be it :/)

Hes not like a bad bad person, more like bad because he has to Type Person. Some basic morals yk. But hes also aware that hes seen as a monster and that the things he needs to do to survive make him a bad person. So he views himself as bad which makes it easier for him to keep going with his current life. He basically tries to Push his humanity/his human side away, so that It's easier for him to be the "monster" that others view him as.

He has a little sister, who he had to leave behind (aswell as his family in general) after what happened with the Cult. Marie reminded him of his sister which is why he decided against killing Kate and Marie.

Kate isnt afraid of him, she is actually pretty intrigued by him in both versions (mansion and non-mansion) and she basically decides that they are a group of three now after meeting him. Jack isnt that big of a fan of this since he is usually a lone hunter (or something like that) aswell as the whole "trying to be less human thing". But Kate connects the dots pretty "easily" (that he is a murderer and the "eyeless jack". She things that he doesnt want them to tag along with him since hes a killer) and reasures him that them teaming up is fine since both of them are criminals wanted by the police.

Although I might argue that Kidnapping your sister from your abusive adoptive Family isnt as bad as being a cannibalistic serial killer. But thats just me I guess haha :3

Her Slendermansion Au Motivation of becoming a cannibal her self has to do with being manipulated by the Unknown, since he wants her to become more like Jack in that version so that she "is more usefull to him". Problem is that I havent really found a motive or explanation for her to do so in the non Mansion Au. Idk she is shipped with him but just saying "oh she eats people now cus she loves him or something" feels kinda cheap. Gotta think about Something else._.

Hope this is somewhat readable. Its like 3 Am or something like that rn and I just needed to get this out my head before I forget like half of it after sleeping haha.

[frostedpuffs]

considering posting my mlb art publicly for the first time but i am not sure what a good platform for it is. it seems difficult to get engagement on twitter, i don't know how to use instagram for art, and i don't know anything about posting art on tumblr, but i'm wondering what do you think the best platform for it is? or do you recommend just trying them all? i am also afraid of people stealing my work, but that's a completely different problem. 😓

i am going to be honest, tumblr, discord, and ao3 are the only social media I am active on. i tried twitter and Instagram multiple times and always gave up because the algorithms on those sites are downright awful, and the ml fandom on both those sites is, in my experience, quite hostile. I'm not trying to scare you away from posting art there, definitely go for it if you want to (and you may even have better luck than I did) but personally i did not vibe with those sites and find that it's better to share my art with a smaller, more encouraging community

discord and tumblr are my favorite place to post art because of the direct engagement. if you use tumblr, so long as you're tagging your art appropriately, people should see it!

as for fear of reposts...the unfortunate truth about the ml fandom (and most big fandoms in general) is that if you post art and people like it...it is most likely going to be reposted to other sites (and sometimes even the same site) without credit. it doesnt feel great, but if your art does get reposted, you have three options: file DMCA claims/report each piece of stolen art, ask the reposter to take it down, or just kind of ignore it. i used to be the first option, and the second, but eventually became the third because in my experience, no matter how many times you say "do not repost," even if you plaster it all over your artwork...people do not listen. so the most I do these days is ask for credit/request people do not monetize my art when they repost it.

i'd say you can try as many sites as you want until you find one or two that sticks/works best for you. i definitely recommend you join some miraculous ladybug focused discord servers and share your art there, as well as share it here on tumblr. if you are in my discord server, it is a very encouraging community which i am sure would love to see your artwork! if not and you want to join, here is the link. no pressure to join if you are not comfortable though!

and hey!! everyone has to start somewhere! i totally understand feeling nervous about posting art (I still am, and there are still some art pieces I've made that I've not posted bc of it) but I am sure people in the fandom would love to see your artwork!!