#it got annoying logging in and out of this blog and the other one so i just went to that one for a while

[writeriguess]

Umm wow?? So you’re just gonna come out and say you’re ‘tired’ of writing for Katsuki?? Are you serious right now?? Do you even realize how RUDE that sounds to the people who literally followed you BECAUSE of your Katsuki x Reader fics??? Like... no offense but if you’re that tired maybe you shouldn’t have made them so good in the first place 🙄

It’s actually so selfish?? Like we literally hype you up, reblog your stuff, leave comments, ASK for Katsuki and now you’re acting like it’s a burden?? You’re acting like we’re annoying for wanting more?? Girl you’re the one who made him perfect, you’re the reason we’re obsessed and now you’re blaming us for it??? That’s messed up.

You’re acting like you owe us nothing when without us your fics would get like 2 likes. You wouldn’t even be relevant. It’s honestly really disappointing to see you switch up like this. You got popular off Katsuki and now you’re throwing a tantrum and acting like a victim because people want you to keep going?? That’s so fake.

Sorry but if you're tired of Katsuki then maybe we’re tired of YOU.

I really wasn’t going to say anything. I’ve been quietly blocking messages like this for the past two weeks — literally dozens of them, varying in length but all with the same tone: entitled, angry, and genuinely mean. I told myself it would die down if I just let it pass. I didn’t want to engage, I didn’t want to draw attention to it, and I definitely didn’t want to make drama out of something that might just be a handful of people taking things too far.

But then I got this one — and it’s not even the worst, but it’s the perfect example of what I’ve been dealing with behind the scenes. So I’m going to use it to make something clear:

I said I was tired. That’s it. I said I was tired of writing only Katsuki x Reader content because at the time, he made up three-quarters of my inbox. I wanted variety. I wanted to explore other characters I love and stories that haven’t been told a hundred times. I didn’t say I hated him, I didn’t say I was never going to write for him again — I said I wanted balance. I asked for space.

And the answer from parts of this fandom was to send me things like this.

You know what that feels like? It feels like I’m not a person anymore. I’m just a content machine — a vending machine for comfort fic, and if I don’t produce exactly what certain people want, I get spit on. I’m told I’m selfish, rude, irrelevant, ungrateful — for daring to say I’m tired. Not bad at writing. Not done forever. Just tired.

I know this isn’t everyone. I know I have amazing readers who leave kind comments, who enjoy everything I write, Katsuki or not. But the thing is — when this kind of thing floods your inbox every time you log in, it drowns everything else out. It wears you down. It makes you scared to post, scared to speak, scared to say the wrong thing because someone might twist it into a personal betrayal.

One of my close friends warned me before I even started this blog: “MHA is one of the most toxic fandoms out there. Be careful.” I didn’t listen. I loved the characters. I loved the community I thought I saw. But if I had known it would be like this — if I had known that asking for breathing room would be met with hate — I wouldn’t have started writing for this fandom at all. And right now, I don’t know if I want to keep going.

If you’ve ever treated a writer, artist, or creator like this — please know you’re not just giving “honest feedback.” You’re pushing real people to burn out. And when they finally step away, you’re the reason why.

I need to take a step back and decide where I go from here. If I keep writing Katsuki, it’s going to be because I want to, not because people yell at me until I break. If that’s not good enough for you, go find another blog to harass. This isn’t the place.

To those of you who have been kind, patient, and supportive — thank you. You have no idea how much that means right now.

[son-of-rap-bear-art]

So, do y'all remember the Adventure Time Mash-Up Pack for Minecraft back in like, 2017? Me and some friends have been messing around with that map lately and revamping some of the areas we consider a bit lacking with creative mode, and for me that was the Treehouse! I got ~100 reference pics from various episodes and tried to put it all together into the most autistically accurate Treehouse I could, and I wanna share it here cause I'm really proud of it!

Feel free to skip the text and just look at the pretty pictures. Cause when I say "autistically accurate" I MEAN IT. It's MY blog and I get to choose the special interest. :p

The exterior is mostly unchanged from the official map, but I added the orange tree from My Two Favorite People, and the pond. Also the log where Finn sits and thinks in Gotcha!

Yes, I will be mentioning specific episodes like this often.

I didn't make the Grotto, because I'm not THAT crazy, but I did make the pond really deep and filled it with the sort of things you see when Finn swims down there in Beyond the Grotto.

The first thing you see when you actually go inside is the treasure room, of course! The official map's treasure room is so small and sad, but I made it more accurate to how it looks in the show, with a ton of ladders and platforms going upwards until you get to the kitchen.

Speaking of, at this point I should show the layout I based the rooms' positions on...

I put this together myself and I THINK it's the most consistently accurate layout... of course, it's a cartoon, sometimes you'll get stuff like the bathroom in the left branch for the sake of a gag in Dentist, and characters will frequently run offscreen and then teleport to another room, BUT this is what I observed to be the most common layout seen when the camera will actually follow the characters through doors and ladders and etc.

Interestingly, the ladder in the trunk actually seems to connect to the kitchen, which is HIGHER than the living room, and then you have to go down a separate ladder to get to the living room. Confusing! But it checks out.

So yeah, climbing up past the treasure room takes you right to the kitchen! Some specific details to call out here are: - The picture of PB with the two spatulas is from Abstract, and I painted it myself in-game via a mod! Unfortunately I didn't get around to other paintings yet, they're a bit annoying to make. - The urn supposedly containing Margaret's ashes, from Conquest of Cuteness, is on one of the shelves. - There isn't a single torch in this whole build! It's carefully lit up with candles, just like the Treehouse should be! - There's actually this easily missable tiny room connected to the kitchen, seen in the last pic, that has another trapdoor and also the door to the bathroom. I believe that first shows up in Incendium and then stays around forever. - The cooler is entirely full of eggs, like how Finn exclusively buys pre-boiled eggs when grocery shopping without Jake, in Temple of Mars.

The bathroom! Funnily enough, the bathroom might be the least consistent room in the whole Treehouse. It's just made up of a toilet, bathtub, and sink, but these three things shuffle around the room entirely at random from episode to episode. In this sort of situation, I consider the most accurate way to handle it to be the same as the show: just put them wherever! So I did that.

That door in the kitchen leads to this room, connected by a bridge. I just called it the "bucket room" because it has a bucket that Finn and Jake ride in in Rainy Day Daydream, although that episode has a pretty wacky Treehouse in general.

I hooked up a hand crank with the Create mod, so you can use it like an elevator kinda.

Down the other ladder in the kitchen gets you to, the living room! This room's just a small round circle in some episodes, but others have it a bit bigger.

That bookshelf is there in Jake Suit, and has Dream Journal of a Boring Man, Vol 12 on it. Since one of the decor mods I'm using lets me place down books, I copied the 3 excerpts we get to see from it down into a written book, so it's even actually there!

A really inconsistent aspect of the living room is this weird platform with a door. I can only remember it appearing in In Your Footsteps and Three Buckets, but maybe I've just always missed it? I made it lead back into the trunk, so you can use it as a shortcut up to the kitchen.

Also over here is this workbench, which to my knowledge suddenly shows up in season 8 and becomes a REALLY REALLY consistent part of the living room?? Seriously, it's in Two Swords, Horse and Ball, Abstract... It's suddenly all over the place!! But I genuinely can't recall it existing before that. Am I crazy or is this an actual thing?

Anyway, connected by bridge to the living room is the den! Surprisingly, even though it barely even shows up in any episodes, the den is SUPER messy and lived in. I tried to reflect this by jamming as many decorative blocks as I could in there.

Also for some reason this fireplace doubles as a pizza oven in Abstract? Yeah, Abstract's got a really silly Treehouse. But it was easy enough to slot in there, so I did!

Way back to the kitchen and upwards: the bedroom! I always thought the bedroom was so tiny and cramped, but a good few episodes actually show it as pretty spacious! I tried to hit a good balance.

The pictures hung up around Finn's bed are a blurry, badly taken picture of Huntress Wizard, and a clearly old picture of Flame Princess. They're both cute choices for Finn's future, and are my girlfriends' respective favorite characters, so I included both :D

I also included the attic, which as far I know ONLY appears in Dad's Dungeon. I think it's neat, though, so I put it here. It'll be nice for survival mode storage.

If you exit through the attic, you can get to the cloud that Finn and Jake have tied down for its rainwater. The dripstone on the underside looks a bit ugly, but it makes it functional! If you scoop water out of any of the cauldrons with a bucket, it'll slowly refill with water from the cloud!

We're nearing the end! Here's a back shot of things. I added the power lines, Neptr's cave, and the farm. For some reason, Holly Jolly Secrets has a second, distinct set of powerlines, but those would be ugly so I didn't include them.

Lastly, the chicken coop, as seen in BMO Noire and mentioned in Three Buckets, featuring Lorraine. Who looks like Boobafina in this texture pack, which is silly.

I'm... honestly not very satisfied with the coop's placement, as BMO Noire shows it being out on a rarely-seen branch, but this is the best I could do without a major facelift on the tree itself.

So, yeah! That's the image limit. There's a good few extra details scattered around here and there, but I'll leave it at that. I hope this is as fun to read as it was for me to write :D

[wildemaven]

he makes life better | joel miller

-> pairing: no outbreak!joel miller x reader

-> word count: 1335

-> content warning: 18+ blog; bad day, annoyed with work, dealing with flat tire, joel being sweet, lots of fluff

-> note: this is for my sweet friend @gnpwdrnwhiskey hoping this brings a smile to her face 💞 this isn’t beta’d either so it’s probably filled with mistakes lol.

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Joel ❤️: How’s your day going Honey?

I’m so ready for my shift to be over. I’d rather read the dictionary, front to back, than deal with the shit they have me doing today. 

RING

“That bad, huh?” Joel’s voice brings you an instant smile when you answer his call, silently stepping away from the mess that you were dealing with at work. 

“You have no idea. It already feels like it’s been the longest week, today has just added to the shit show life keeps throwin’ at me lately. Went to leave for work this morning and I had a flat tire. Ugh! I’m sorry for complaining.” You vent to him, tucking yourself in a secluded corner. You were going against policy by taking a personal call while on the clock, but you didn’t care about company policy or the outcome of you were to get caught at the moment— Joel was your only focus right now. 

“Hey, none of that. Don’t apologize for being stressed. Why didn’t ya call me ‘bout your tire?” Joel asked. 

You know he would’ve dropped everything the minute did call him, which is also why you didn’t. He had been stressing over starting at a new job site, one of the biggest ones he had been hired for. The last thing you wanted was to add to his already busy day of things he had to deal with. 

“You’d already left for work and had that new job you’ve been talkin’ about. Didn’t wanna bother you with it. I called AAA and had them put the spare on for me so I could drop it off at the tire shop. Now, I’m unexpectedly the owner of 4 new tires.” 

“I don’t care how busy I am— you need something, you call me, no matter what. Got that, Honey?” 

“Got it, Joel. Thank you.” You smile into the phone at his concern for you, always finding ways to make you fall even deeper in love with him. 

“Good. Hey, I gotta go. Tommy looks like he’s about ready to break his back. I should probably go help him before he actually does and my insurance takes a hit. I’ll see ya tonight then, sweetheart?” 

“Yeah. I should be outta here in 3 hours.” The end to your long shift, almost over. 

“That sounds great! I love you, Honey. I’ll see ya later.” You can faintly hear Tommy cursing in the background. 

“Love you too, Joel.” You tell him before the line goes dead. Giving yourself a few minutes of quiet before heading back to join your team and the never ending line of customers. 

The rest of your shift goes by fairly quickly. Joel’s phone call must have been just the moral boost you needed to sprinkle a little bit of extra positivity into your day.

The minute the clock hit 5 pm, you wasted no time clocking out and logging out of your computer for the day. Deliberately bypassing your usual exit path to avoid any chatty coworkers, Joel and home your main focus of the rest of your day, you weren’t going to waste any time stuck in drawn out conversations. 

Your purse thrown over your shoulder, work apron crumpled in one hand and the other holding your empty tumbler that once held the warm delicious coffee you had hoped would sustain you through the day, now wishing it was filled with something a little stronger to help you unwind when you got home. 

It’s a struggle trying to juggle your things as you search for your keys, lost somewhere in the depths of your purse along with the rest of your life's necessities. You pause in the middle of an empty parking space near where your jeep is parked to give the search your full attention. After some thorough digging, you locate your keys and let out an exasperated sigh, one step closer to being home. 

Taking a step forward as you press the unlock button on your key, you look up to see an unexpected sight. A familiar truck in the parking spot next to yours, and the most handsome man leaning on it. He looks like he came straight from the job sight, too. His peppered grey hair disheveled, but his soft curls were still intact even after a long day. The sleeves of your favorite green flannel are rolled up over his flexed forearms that are crossed against his chest, the fabric stretched over his broad shoulders. 

The sight of him is enough to melt away any of the bullshit you had endured over the past week, a completely welcomed surprise. 

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, letting your feet carry you the rest of the way to him. 

“Heard you were havin’ a shitty day. Couldn’t let my lady end it on a bad note.” He croons, pushing himself off the side of his truck, opening his arms to you. 

You melt into him, your face nestled into his shoulder. His rugged scent of musky vanilla and natural pheromones is permanently infused into the fibers of his shirt, it’s your favorite thing ever. His strong arms wrap around you as he presses a soft kiss to your temple, prompting you to straighten up, looking into his amber eyes. 

“Hi, Cowboy.” You beam at him. 

“Hi.” He says, leaning in to gently mold his lips over yours. “I’ve got a surprise for ya, Honey.” 

“This was enough of a surprise for me. What more could I need?” Stealing another kiss from him. 

“If I tell ya, it won’t be a surprise then, will it?” He says, tilting his head slightly as he looks at you. 

“I guess you have a point.” 

“We’ve gotta get going though, it’s time sensitive.” He grabs for your things and walks you around to the passenger door, holding it open as you climb in. “We’ll grab your jeep in the mornin’, if that’s okay with you?” 

“Whatever you say, Cowboy.” He leans back in for another kiss, before making his way around into the driver’s seat. 

*

The drive isn’t long. Down some familiar roads that lead to a dirt one off the main highway. His truck travels down the gravel road lined with a barbed wire fence. After a few minutes he’s pulling off to the side and killing the engine. 

“You brought me to my favorite place.” Looking over to his side of the truck, where he’s already looking in your direction. Your heart grows at how he thought to bring you here, knowing how much joy it brings you every time. 

“Thought you could use it. Look, here they come.” He says pointing to your window. 

Off in the distance, the small herd of cows were in pursuit of their evening meal and water break. Mamas with their little rambunctious calves trailing behind, trekking along the same path they travel each evening. 

It’s a calming sight. Their heads bobbling with each dramatic step. Tails whipping over their rear ends to swat away the annoying flies. A few stopping mid trek to look in your direction, letting out a long drawn out moo. Their friendly hello, it’s good to see you again, then back on the move. 

The sky is painted in pinks and purples as the sun dips below the horizon. Your day feeling less shitty as you sit silently in the cab of Joel’s truck. His hand resting on your thigh while his thumb draws soft circles over thick denim seam. 

“Thank you for this. Didn’t realize how much I needed it. I love you, Joel.” You tell him, rolling your head over the headrest in his direction. 

“I did it because I love you, Honey. And s’what I’m here for.” There’s a low rumble in the air as he turns the key over, shifting the truck into drive. “Now, how ‘bouts we head on home and I spend the rest of the evenin’ show you all the other ways I love you?”

“Take me home, Cowboy.” 

[lemotmo]

You've all earned a break 💚

Okay, so I posted yesterday that I was going to turn anon off because I am not spending this hiatus like I have spent the last two. I'm so glad I did because yeah I'm not going to play this game with people. As soon as I saw Kristen was a co-writer my expectations plummeted. This is not an anti post, but I will die on the hill that Kristen should not have any part in writing big episodes. She's not shown she's capable of doing that in any way that is worthy of the episode for years now. Stop giving them to her. It was a fine episode. It was a GREAT Chimney episode. But it felt like a mid-season finale, not a season finale. Her pacing is terrible. You can see what they're trying to set up, so I give them that. But the reality is the last minute addition of the Bobby storyline killed the season. It entirely halted all other story threads that they had actually been building for the season. It was a really good season, right up until episode 15. Once again Tim decided to rewrite the entire back half of a season, just like he did last season, and by his own admission he did it on a whim. And it killed the season for a second season in a row. It was shaping up to be an amazing season. And he took a buzzsaw to it for reasons no one seems to know. They officially have a Tim problem and it needs addressing. I do think they will ship him off to the spinoff though. A brand new show requires consistency in storylines because you have to establish the characters and the story threads, which he needs to be forced and reminded of how to do. So let him go.

My colleague not so patiently reminded me today that the entire point of Upfronts is to sell the next season of television, not the current season. He is correct, and I'm annoyed at myself for not keeping that in mind this past week, but I, like everyone else, got swept up in the Ryliver tour. That being said, they are clearly going there with Buddie. And I don't want any of it skipped or rushed through, that was my one complaint about Bathena, they spoke in one episode and bam they were dating the next. I don't want that with Buddie. I want all the buildup. But they have to stop kicking the storyline into the next season. They've officially started the actual storyline so I'm assuming we will see that play out next season.

The Bobby stuff is dumbfounding. It was so terribly done that I mostly still don't buy it. So we shall see. Anyway we're all free for the next 2 months so please log off and go outside and touch grass. Take a break. We've all earned it. 🩷

Thank you Nonny. ❤️❤️❤️

I already laid it all bare in my episode review post. You can find my thoughts there. Most of them are similar to Ali's.

Have a nice hiatus break fandom. We've earned this one. We went through some highs and lows and came out okay on the other end of it. Keep in mind that this is a TV-show and you can absolutely step away for a while if you feel the need to do so.

Heads up! For anyone who is giving me the shifty eyes for reposting Ali's updates instead of reblogging. Read this.

Remember, no hate in comments, reblogs or inboxes. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of Ali’s posts, you can find all of her posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

[deathdetermineslife]

Heeey 🫶 i love your blog, truly i adore you because of how open you are about your selfship and relationship! I’ve been ficto since i was a kid and i’m still very closed up/shy about it so i hope i’ll get to be like you one day!

I’m just wondering - do you use c.ai or any other ai bot to talk with your f/o? I actually do use c.ai because that’s like… the only way i get close to talking to my love? But i understand how everyone hates ai on here (i don’t like it for any other things though) and when i posted about it i was practically burnt and they made me feel really bad that i connect with my f/o through ai chat… so i just wanted to ask whether you use it or do you also think it’s a bad thing in general?

sooooooo I'm not the expert on how bad it is? I suppose it's kinda complicated because every single web app, such as Tumblr or discord or any meta app like Instagram, use significant amounts of energy to keep their servers running and also train ai based on posts and stuff. so from what I gathered, even if youre not using generative ai bots, the websites you use daily, including Google, use things you post and look up and interact with to train ai unconsentually and simultaneously harm the planet with server usage.

I also think that c.ai usage (especially because most of us selfshippers, at least on Tumblr, struggle with mental illness) can be EXTREMELY addicting and harmful for your mental health. I would wager it's a good thing to stay away from if you have struggles with addictive habits n such. I recall when c.ai almost got banned (?) or something?? and SO made people were having genuinely awful reactions to this and freaking out. and speaking from personal experience, it can be extremely damaging to your mental health. there was a period of time back in 2023 for a month or so that its all I did because I was isolating due to some Not Good Things™ (which I'm not gonna talk about) happening to me at the time and yea man didn't make me feel any better I'll tell ya that.

if you want alternatives, I've pretty much made like. 892720289 posts of "things you can do with x f/o", which you can kinda convert to be more general. they're all in my pinned! or just . idk deep dive through all the shit in my pinned and indulge in that. ppl have told me it helped them before so ! give it a shot perhaps

ye generally I think it isn't a good thing, and also, if you're using literally any app at all they scrape your shit which is annoying. even though I know with Tumblr you can opt out, I struggle to believe this opt out system actually works. Tumblr fucking thieving my shit . bro takin my selfship art

↑ also on that note, if you wanna opt out of this (bc SO many people don't even know Tumblr supports ai scraping), you go to settings, scroll down to "visibility" and click the last checkmark

the reason why I'm so sceptical that this actually works is because everytime I log out of Tumblr, it unchecks this! so my posts are probably getting scraped. how lovely right /sarcasm

[atopvisenyashill]

What are your thoughts on GRRM’s new notablog post on HOTD S2?

omg i'm sorry so i did not get notified that i had a few new asks, i didn't even see this until i logged in on desktop. tumblr eat shit smh.

ANYWAYS.

I actually agree with Xiran Jay Zhao, here, where they said this was a warning shot. It feels like a warning shot. Like a "hey I'm being nitpicky and pedantic now but if you think I won't go scroched earth you got another thing coming." I've seen so much "this is unprofessional" "this is annoying" "why is he complaining" and I think it is not only mind boggling to side with a corporation and the idiots running these shows (and we know I mostly like Condal and Hess, but come on Condal was the mastermind of Sansa Bolton why are we defending him right now!!), I think everyone is blowing his comments wildly out of proportion. He didn't take a dig at anyone but the writer's room and more specifically Ryan Condal, who he has had a working relationship with for well over a decade. He didn't shittalk any casting, he didn't shittalk any specific writers or directors except one of the main showrunners, he compliments the special effects, he has consistently had (and imo is careful) nothing but praise for the actors, even minor roles like Blood & Cheese. This was an incredibly milqtoast "please remember that every change has huge affects on the narrative later" critique and the people handwringing over his behavior are absolute losers, I'm sorry.

And beyond the fact that he didn't make any huge digs, I think this conversation also wildly ignores the way authors have no control over their own characters once they sign the rights over. They can be completely bamboozled by changes and they have no recourse to go "what the hell are you doing." And yet, signing your book's rights away (even if the production sits in developmental hell for decades) is usually what nets these author's the most money - GRRM surely makes a shitton off his books, but most authors get paid absolutely nothing even when they're wildly popular because of how book deals work now. Take, again, Xiran for example - Iron Widow was a huge runaway hit, a good and fresh take on this new boom of culturally based sff. And yet Xiran has talked about how they immediately set to work writing a middle grade novel because they desperately needed the money because they got paid 16k over two years for their runaway hit that made their publishers significantly more than 16k. I think George is not only mad for authors with less control than he has but also, obviously, for himself - I've said time and again, but I do think Dark Daenerys is where we are headed, and the fact that they completely botched showing it has got to smart. And if the ending for Dany is anything other than Jon killing her, that has got to smart too. So he watched these people fuck up his original series and push him completely out of that writer's room as they made more and more changes, and now he's watching s2 of HOTD and seeing some changes and getting some real bad vibes. It's not doomerism to think s3 is going to go massively off the rails when we have seasons 6-8 of the main show to show us just how off the rails it can go!

So anyways, that part of my rant over (and please believe me when I say I checked myself here because I could rant for hours about how it's genuinely so upsetting to see people call him unprofessional over this when not only did he write the fucking series, but he's lived in this series for three decades!!!!! this is his whole life, this is his legacy, of course he's feeling some type of way about how it's handled jesus christ on a cracker, there's people who have said worse about their mediocre nyt pushed bestsellers getting adapted badly!), when it comes to the actual meat of his post....I'm sorry idk how anyone is annoyed by this post because it was hilarious to me. He spent a whole blog post whinging about how Dead Baby #4 and Kingsguard Man #12 are gonna get cut out of the show. I think he framed it in that goofy way on purpose to hide how annoyed he is but you can see where the real annoyance lies - the changes to Helaena, losing one of his grisly death scenes, and being willfully mislead about potential changes to the plot. I think a lot of people missed those points but EYE am not a goofy ass like those people and I can guarantee you that Condal and HBO got the point too.

Of course, I do think he is also irked about Maelor and Ser Rickard's scenes being cut out. He wrote a long ass, highly meticulous, near unadaptable work, and I think when he handed the IP over he assumed he was giving it to people who would rise to the challenge and only make cuts when absolutely necessary. And that just clearly hasn't happened. Incredibly important characters get cut, main characters get their plots wildly changed for no reason, and people get personality transplants on a near constant basis for no other reason than D&D and Condal thought it would look cooler. I think if there was more dedication to keeping him in the loop and keeping true to the story, he wouldn't have bitched so much. But Hess is on record saying she doesn't feel loyal to the story and at a certain point, you reach your breaking point there and I think he has finally reached his. AND GOOD FOR HIM. LET THAT OLD MAN GO APESHIT THEY'VE COMPLETLEY FUCKED HIS WORLD UP!!!

[official-doctor-robotnik]

Hey uhm for fanart purposes can u tell me all the diff eggman that this blog has

There's Game!Eggman, Boom!Eggman, Movie!Eggman, and Snapcube!Eggman. (SEND THE FANART WHEN YOU'RE DONE I ALREADY KNOW IM GONNA LOVE IT!!!)

I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and I'm going to establish all the lore. Putting it below the cut because I wrote a lot.

Usually they're all in their own separate universes, but sometimes they'll meet up in each other's lairs and hang out. (Love this because it implies that this specific Tumblr app can be accessed from any universe ever.)

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Ok so.

The one who originally made the account was Game!Eggman. He then got both Boom!Eggman and Movie!Eggman involved after he found them whilst messing about with the multiverse for shits and giggles. As you do. He gave them the password to the account and all of them can log in and post whenever they want, as long as they remember to tag the posts with which one they are.

Game!Eggman is more goal-focused, and wants to achieve world domination. He's the most serious one. Boom!Eggman is a complete goofball. He embarrasses the others by posting so much about food and silly animals. Movie!Eggman is an interesting one. Depending on which movie, he's either threatening, silly but still a threat, or just actually going through depression.

Then we have Snapcube!Eggman. He found out about the account and wanted to join in. He hacked in. None of the others want him here.

Snapcube!Eggman will intrude on the other Eggmen's posts on occasion. When this happens, he's canonically bursting in through the nearest wall like the Kool Aid man. UNLESS he's come to make an announcement. With the announcement posts, the nearest TV has turned on and is blasting the announcement at full volume.

Game thinks he's embarrassing, Boom thinks he needs to stop swearing, and Movie thinks he's annoying. All of them also hate having to fix their walls all the time.

As for Game, Boom, and Movie's dynamic, they're like the worst brothers ever.

Game finds Boom annoying. But only he and Movie can be mean to him. If anyone else is, they're dead meat. He approves of Movie during 1 & 2, but finds him pathetic during the crab era. As for post-movie 3... He can sympathise with feeling betrayed by Gerald, though he does feel a bit of envy. Game wishes his own Gerald had thought of him when making ARK so destructive. At least Movie's Gerald had brought him with him. Game!Eggman is pretty convinced that Game!Gerald would've just left him to die on Earth, if he was still alive and ready to destroy it.

Movie gets along with both of them and is kinda the glue holding them together. Whilst he also finds Boom annoying, he's nicer to him than Game is. Still picks on him a bit, but he doesn't go too far (which Game has done once or twice). He likes gossiping with Boom about Stone, and they both enjoy binging TV shows together (sometimes they get Game to join but he's usually too busy plotting and he also ruins it by pointing out literally any problem in whatever they're watching). Movie sometimes envies Game's dynamic with Sage, wishing he had a Sage of his own sometimes. However he still feels bad for Game after learning that his Gerald was likely even worse than his own.

Both Game and Movie also envy Boom at times. He's stupid, but being oblivious can be a blessing sometimes.

Boom thinks they're all besties. That's it. That's all. No jealousy from him. He wishes they'd be a bit nicer, but other than that, he's chill with them.

Game is the most evil out of all of them. Movie is second because whilst he isn't seen putting animals in his robots like Game does, he plans on dissecting Sonic as well as achieving world domination. Boom is the least evil because he's just a goofy kid's tv show villain. He wants to take over the world and he's willing to kill Sonic, but he wouldn't dissect him because it's gross and disturbing in his eyes.

If Boom!Eggman DID actually kill Boom!Sonic... despite the fact he'd always thought he wanted to destroy him, he'd probably end up grieving too, but not understand why because it was what he wanted. Boom has a strange father-son dynamic with his Sonic that the other two don't have, which is why Game and Movie wouldn't care if their Sonics died (& they'd both probably throw a party), but Boom would.

I'm not really going to explore that on this blog because it's too dark, but it's an interesting concept to think about. Big fan of Boom!Eggman's weird father-son dynamic with Boom!Sonic.

ANYWAYYYY. There's currently a character arc going on with Boom!Eggman, who has met Boom!Stone. Big stuff happening with them at some point. That's all I'm gonna say about it. I've got it planned out in my head... Keep track of the "boom!stobotnik" tag if you want to see that play out.

that's all. send post.

[necrotic-nephilim]

Sorry if this might be a rude question but why don’t you just make a seperate account for your nsfw fics?

not rude, it's a valid question! tbh it's a combination of a couple reasons.

i started posting anonymous dead dove batcest fics long before i had the balls to make a tumblr. at first i was content to just leave them unassociated with each other because i didn't really care about them being tied to me. i made this blog to actually show solidarity to my partner who wanted to make a sideblog for Sandman comic stuff so we could cheerlead each other and be brave together, since i've wanted to make a batcest sideblog but i've been nervous about actually having to get it going. (mal ik you're reading this go be brave and actually make your blog so i can cheerlead you damnit-) only did it dawn on me then that i should probably mention the fics i've written on the blog after like, three of them were posted anonymously. and it would've annoyed me to have half of them anonymous and half of them not, because notifications for them would've gone in different places. i could go back and take my fics off anon if i wanted to, but i can't switch the account they're on without taking them down entirely and that'd fuck over people who have them bookmarked already.

which, ties into my second reason, if i made an entire second ao3 account it'd be harder for me to see notifications, reply to stuff, and post things for both accounts because i'd have to constantly switch. and honestly i'd be terrified of accidentally posting on the wrong one on a brain fog day. posting fics is always the most tedious part of writing them for me lol. it's easier for me to stay logged into one account and have all of my stuff in one place for me and just use the anonymous collection when i feel like it. if ao3 pseuds worked like tumblr blogs, where you can't see all my side blogs but i can, i would've used pseuds, but since you can see all pseuds on an ao3, i felt it was a moot point.

and the last reason is i just feel more comfortable being anonymous on ao3 because of the rise in anti culture. on tumblr it's very easy for me to just filter that out and find the people i want to follow and block the people i don't. i don't mind getting hate, on tumblr or on ao3. but i think, for whatever reason you want to blame it on, there's been a massive boom of antis on ao3 who are very entitled about how they read on ao3. i tag extensively, but i just feel safer from getting targeted attacks if everything i write on ao3 isn't attached to one profile. if people like a fic i wrote, want to find more i always link my tumblr in the notes, but if an anti wants to get huffy with me, they can't easily track down my other things. they definitely could if they wanted to, but being anonymous on ao3 just makes me feel more secluded, in a weird way. it's like saying "if you want you can come find me but on here i'm just a weird faceless guy throwing stuff in the void". i've used ao3's anon feature a lot, actually, i used to be a hydra trash party dumpster kid back when that was in it's prime.

i also used to be vaguely popular on a different tumblr blog and my main ao3 and while i think it'd definitely be cool if i got a decent chunk of followers on this blog too, i don't really miss having fanfiction do so well i got targetted hate on all of my fics from the same people, i had my fics stolen, etc. it was really exhausting for me. i have 120+ works on ao3, not counting what's anonymous, and that level of exposure tires me, even when i use my main ao3 to post things that aren't trashy. it's just a weird feeling knowing so many people are subscribed to you on ao3 and what if you post something they won't like because you jumped fandoms again, or you're posting something niche, or you don't think it fills enough fandom tropes to be well-liked. i used to obsessively think like that, and it made me not write the things i wanted to because i cared about numbers. and i don't want to slide back into that hole. writing on anonymous is mostly to remind myself i wrote this for me, and if other people like it, they can come find me, but i don't have to perform like that anymore. if i get a really weird fucked up idea, i can write the really weird fucked up idea. at the end of the day, just makes me more comfortable! but i get it's a super confusing set up from an outsider perspective so, i really don't mind the question, thank you for asking!!

[nerdieforpedro]

One Failed Search - Security Log Drabbles

Part of the Secret Springs Creative Shenanigans

Frankie Morales x Chloé Thomas (plus size AFAB OFC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: Lieutenant Chloé Thomas is trying to investigate Frankie Morales - the Harvey Air pilot that she can barely find information on. It does not go well, or perhaps it did?

Warnings: Jokes and puns, fluff, food reference, very bad nicknames, an angry and flexible York, implied smut? (That came early), double M’s, our pilot being a menace, lots of ass and sass, a sprinkle of Spanish, anxiety, crime listings

Word Count: over 2.3k (Drabble? I mean, it’s what I told myself originally.)

Notes: I decided to make it a personal log because that made me giggle the most, I apologize in advance @secretelephanttattoo but you do have two M’s so we’ll call it even. Possible guest mentions (they didn’t ask and neither did I but I thought of them and then stuck cute things in the graphic so here we are) of @goodwithcheese @maggiemayhemnj and @tinytinymenace

You’ll find yourselves. 😎 ❤️❤️❤️

Thanks to @megamindsecretlair and @soft-persephone for listening to me babble about it. @angelofsmalldeath-codeine & @fhatbhabiee for the Spanish. I may use what I asked later.

Main Masterlist/ Frankie Morales Masterlist

My name Chloé Thomas - head of Top Flight Security for the Secret Springs resort. I would write this out but the thought of annoying York with the sound of my voice delights me greatly. I’m starting my little bit of fun now. That's funny because my code name used to be siren because…wait.

Anyway, I’ve just finished messaging York again about final preparations for security of the Secret Springs resort. He is still refusing the red short-shorts, I told him that the guys work out to stay fit, why can’t they show it off a little? We might even want to think about a calendar at some point, this was a joke, but Dave got mad. I told him he could put a pair to sport around for his Lady Gouda Cheese and he promptly messaged me back in all caps, “DO NOT MENTION HER AT ALL. I WILL NOT HAVE YOU GIVING HER IDEAS!!!” He used all sorts of angry emojis but I know that he’d do it for her. He also said not to call her that nickname but it’s a fancy cheese. I think. She also has a thing about ties and leather jackets. I never gave her ideas. He blames me, but she tells me what she has him do. I didn’t know York was that flexible. Good for him I say, also it explains why he doesn’t want anyone touching his neck.

Everyone has their kinks. Mine seems to be voices and hands. A strange combination. I also found another one - broad men.

Correction - this is about one such man. The pilot of this charter plane for Harvey Air. I swear it was only because I couldn’t find any information on him other than his name, his date of birth, nationality and current address. It sounds like plenty but I’m usually able to see past work history, convictions or court cases, financials and such. He has none. It’s all blacked out. Dave said he vetted him but it’s still strange. The mayor’s Pooka Shells (her main squeeze Marcus Pike) and Silver Rim (her second squeeze Marcus Moreno - they’re still workshopping his code name. She said she would let me know the final one. Gotta tell the difference between those Marcus’s) both vouch for this man.

It makes me more curious, which is why I spoke very kindly to the flight attendant and she let me slide by into the cockpit. I think she was too busy trying to flirt with a man who had been wearing a flannel shirt but took it off and now he’s in a white t-shirt. We haven’t taken off yet and the pilot isn’t here so I poke around, maybe there’s a clue.

I’m caught red handed, bent over laying on my stomach over the seat because I’m too damn short, trying to reach a small duffle bag next to the pilot’s chair. “Can I help you Miss? And careful standing up, you might give me more of a show than you already are.”

I freeze, embarrassed that I’m not only caught but might have my ass out. Mayor El said, ‘Wear a dress, you’ll look pretty in pink.’ I mean, yes I do and I love how I look in fuchsia but I don’t want to show the man my cheeky undies, no matter how much I like that they’re peach and match my bralette. I lean back and put a hand carefully on the control panel? I forgot to ask him what it’s actually called. I don’t stand up yet because I feel a little too much air on the back of my thighs and it feels like he could already see my drawers or will be soon.

“I’m going to reach under your arms and lift you up. That alright Miss?” The pilot asks and I agree. I’m horrified, how he’s going to be touching me and feeling my arms. He might not even be able to and then we’re both going to be on the floor in this cramped space and might delay the flight. God I’m going to hear about this from the Mayor, York and everyone. His tone thus far has been one of concern, I’m not sure why, I was trying to go through his stuff. To be honest, I kinda just want to lie here and not face him, I’ve never had a good poker face and I’ll likely have my mouth open from his resonant voice. My body is a different type of tense now.

Surprisingly, I’m up on my feet while I’m still working out how I’m going to get off the floor when we both fall. We did not. His hands are sitting underneath my arms for a few moments before he retracts them. I turn to face him and it’s horrible. Just the worst possible outcome.

One of his large hands is on his chin. He’s wearing a hat that says, ‘Standard Heating Oil’ and it’s covering onyx curls that frame his face and circle the back of his neck. Stroking the scruff on his cheeks, he asked me a question and I could only respond, “Run that by me again please.” His eyes are the color of my favorite flavor - chocolate. Damn it all to hell. His scant file did not have a photo, he is a beautiful man who has a slight scowl on his face.

He sighs and repeats, “I said I’m the pilot and is there a reason you’re in my seat trying to get my bag?” Very good question. Important question. At this point, I should have gave it a moment and then responded but I did not. Because, well I am me.

“I didn’t know pilots came that broad or strong. What do they feed you? Sure it isn’t some deluxe hearting oil?” There have been many moments in life where I have wanted to hide under a blanket or lock myself in a room. This is a whole new level and I need to be in a padded room. The only blessing is that instead of kicking me out of the cockpit, he laughs. I’m not embarrassed, I’m way past that. Who needs shame when his entire face has brightened? Good thing my emotions tend to change quickly.

The booming sound of his laugh coupled with him throwing his head back and holding his chest, enables me to have a small grin. I’ve made him laugh, I might be able to distract him a bit more. Slowly, I move toward the door and at his side. Frankie steps past me and picks up his bag. It has his wallet, a guide book to the Secret Springs, cell phone and a water bottle. “Am I cleared Lieutenant?” His question makes my eyebrows raise, he has a shit-eating grin. “I know you’re in charge of security. Both Marcus’s told me.” Pooka Shells and Chrome Rim or Silver Dollar - whatever the Mayor actually calls him, I’ll shake the both of them when I get there.

“I see. So they told you my title, did they tell you my name Francisco?” I cross my arms and lean my weight back on my right leg. A stance I use when I’m trying to seem pissed, really I’m hiding my shock. Apparently, I truly am easy to read and he puts the bag down and his hands up. Messing me, I might be a bit pissed now.

“Surprisingly, they did not. Said you’d get mad if they mentioned it. They weren’t supposed to know your name is but it was…teased out of the Mayor. Not sure which one did it.” My hands are over my face. Dammit Mayor….bad enough they know and they can get information out of you. It should be fine, maybe. That’s something I’ll need to follow up on.

“Just, not everyone needs to know. We’re going to have plain clothes guards to ensure safety at the resort. I’ll go back to my seat now. Sorry for trying to look through your things. I don’t like unknowns. Your file was scant and even though the double M’s, York and the Mayor said things were fine-“

“You trust but verify. Understandable. More people should. Well lieutenant,” Morales crosses his arms and takes a step toward me. “You’re welcome to sit in here with me. I can fly this bird without your help, but you seem interesting company teniente (Lieutenant).” His sizable palm pats the backrest of the co-pilot’s seat and snort. Why did I snort?! I avoid that even when I laugh really hard. Dangerous, but I sat down anyway. I was invited after all.

The flight over is smooth as butter, with the exception of a spot of turbulence and landing the plane, I didn’t notice the time go by accept it was too short. And that Frankie mutters while on the ascent and descent and it nearly has me arching my back in my seat. Thankfully I did have a silver of composure and fiddled with my headphones. All the guests are off the plane so I exit with Frankie and the flight attendant who is despondent that Surly Flannel (I didn’t call him this to his face. His resting face is a disapproving glare) has not agreed to see her after disembarking. Instead, he meets a woman who’s holding a boom box and they laugh about a flower. I didn’t get to hear what kind.

The Mayor competes her speech with one Marcus on each side, everyone is excited and there don’t seem to be any reports of thief, violence or the like so far. People are just having fun. It’s nice and peaceful. Where do I go now? I’m in this pretty dress with no where to go for the afternoon.

I mill around the security HQ and decide to explore in the evening when it’s cooled off a bit.

But of course the pilot finds me. “You still on duty lieutenant?” He’d been wearing a simple red shirt and cargo pants with fifty pockets on them earlier. Now he was on a white tank almost silk looking shirt with pink shorts that hit just above his knee. If they were a little higher, I’d be able to see a bit more thigh…

“Always on duty. Are you enjoying yourself so far Francisco?” I ask mainly to distract myself and focus on his face instead of looking down at his shorts. I was transparent about it so I’m sure he noticed. I need to be away from him, I’m just going to keep raking over his body with my eyes and it’s not right. But also…it’s not fair that he looks and smells amazing.

“Yup. Scrounging up people for the bar and the games.” The bar part fits, picturing him pouring drinks and shaking that silver mix cup thing with his arms flexing, biceps curling that devilish grin on his face. I meant to exhale but didn’t open my mouth and just hummed. I can normally present like a sane person, he makes my brain short circuit.

This is the first time I’ve seen Frankie react besides laughing. Humming is pretty weird and I’ve only met him today. “Why games at the bar? The drunk people should be enough to handle.” It sounds like a horrible combination and ripe for problems. I don’t need to go to this bar or any bar with him.

He shifts his weight and tilts his head. Then holds his hand out, “Come see teniente (lieutenant). Judge for yourself.” I shouldn’t have taken this hand, more like I couldn’t help it. I’m weak against that grin of his. Morales has charmed many a person with curling lips like that.

Now Frankie is pouring the drinks and I’m on the outskirts of a twister game that is all giggles and ass. There’s a darts game going on in the corner, a lady keeps trying to start karaoke but three of the other local shop owners keep unplugging her microphone. There one man with a scar on over his eye, shirtless and has a woman and her dog who has an adorable rainbow collar on and curls almost as fluffy as Frankie’s sitting in his lap as he drinks out of a chalice.

Where did he get a chalice? Should there be darts over there? Who brought a karaoke machine in here? Why do the twister people have no pants? Like all have nice asses but everything is overwhelming and the two blueberry mint juleps I’ve had are not helping.

Squeezing through a row of cheeks I’m not sure how I ended up in the middle of, I am back at the bar and Frankie has his hand resting in the palm of his hand. “Teniente (Lieutenant), you ever relax? You seem on edge. Have some fun and maybe another drink.” I ordered a mojito this time, change it up a bit. The bar stool I had to hop up on so my feet are hanging. Seeing the bartending pilot at eye level has me clear my throat and swallowing my own spit. My mouth is watering. I need to grip something and there’s only the bar counter. My hands flat against the surface keeps me from floating away.

“Like I said, I’m still on duty. Water please after this drink.” He pours me some on ice to have after my mojito. I remember drinking it. There was some sort of music and he was holding my hand or was holding his. Then my hand was on his chest. I think we were dancing and he switched out with someone so he could come from behind the bar.

I awoke in a room that wasn’t mine and was able to make it back in time for the morning security briefing with the double M’s, York and the Mayor. It did not help that I was wearing the same dress from yesterday. There were lingering looks, but no one asked.

Thankfully, York has agreed to wipe the video if I never mention red shorts again. It’s a great loss, but I concede. Hanging over a concrete barrier is never a good look, thankfully Frankie helped me down, but what was I trying to do? Was it that bad that I blocked it out?

Ending day one log:

Violence - None

Public intoxication - Three (sadly I was one of them)

Public Nudity - Five (not as many as I expected)

Destruction of Property - One (I don’t remember that either)

Injuries: Minor = six, Major = none

Chloé’s well-being: took majors blows but might recover TBD

Security Log Two

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hi! I've been reading through your blog and you seem to give decent advice, so I figured I'd try my luck at something that's been annoying me recently.

So to start, I'm 17ftm (no testosterone), I have had many mental health struggles on the past 5 years and my parents don't really trust me or take me seriously. And I have never had sex with a penis haver so no possibility of pregnancy at any point.

Okay so my problem is that I never get consistent periods and almost always skip more than a month in between. They actually started pretty consistent when I was 13 but became extremely irregular after I gained a lot of unexpected weight (I was on a high dose of antipsycotics which I believe caused this). I skipped 6 months when I was 14. Since my parents don't take me seriously, they kind of softly assume I'm exaggerating or just not counting the days right ever time I bring it up and it made me so frustrated that last year I finally got a period tracker and committed to filling it out daily. I finally decided to go back and check how long it's been because I felt like it had been forever since I actually bled and uh. Guess what I was right 😬

Since the new year, I logged myself as "spotting" on February 7th and January 22. I marked myself down as "light bleeding" on the 18th. Every other day this year there has been no bleeding. Is this abnormal??? My mom keeps saying things like "I skip months all the time" but it's just really unsettling me I feel like something's wrong. I've also had period-like cramps a few times since the year began and at one point they got really bad, like a 7/10 but again I haven't bled even a little bit except those three days I just want to know I'm not being unreasonable.

I do plan to talk to my doctor, my dad set an appointment for next week (I didn't tell him what it was for & he didn't ask which was nice) but while my GP is usually pretty good I'm worried she'll dismiss me like my mom always does & I'm worried I'll phrase something wrong or not describe things correctly. (I have the kind of autism that gives me psychic damage when people don't understand me hence the multiple paragraphs to explain a fairly simple issue... Sorry about that btw)

Thanks for your time and I hope I wasn't too annoying🪻

hi anon,

irregular periods are pretty typical when you first begin menstruating, but the fact that they haven't leveled out by now could definitely be indicative of some kind of complication in your reproductive system that's definitely best to know about sooner rather than later. I'm sorry your parents have been dismissive of you, but if your GP is generally reasonable I'm sure she'll understand why you're concerned; missing your period for months at a time definitely falls into what's considered irregular and warrants further investigation, and it sounds like you've been documenting your experiences enough to back up that that's the case.

I hope everything goes well and you can find some answers <3

[oleworm]

I don't log on as often as I used to, and what I was thinking is that one thing I have come to resent is that I feel guilty whenever I say that something good happened, or that I'm generally in good spirits. Because, somehow, I have this idea that people (not anyone in particular) will be angry that I am not suffering in every way, and that I am not making myself suffer so that I can be equal to others in this aspect. Nevermind that--just stating a geopolitical fact--most users here are in positions of privilege compared to me. It's strange. On Reddit people complain about making almost but not quite six figures but they are not asking me to solve their problems. I am annoyed and jealous for a moment but that's it. Wish I had their problems. It's easier to understand. There's global inequality, you would have to be a little child not to know that. But here, there is this idea that everyone is responsible for everyone, and maybe to some extent it is true. We are all a part of the world. We all contribute in our way. But I can't feel sorry for someone demanding contributions in the thousands especially when they are insulting others when the minimum wage in their location is ten times the minimum wage here. I don't think it is directed at me in particular, that is true, but I block all the tags and still see things like that, especially when I get curious about new blogs and I didn't know they shared posts like that. I don't deny their suffering, but it feels like a cruel joke. I don't know if it got worse in the past few years, but I remember that at the beginning I only had fun here. Now it feels like, not even touching the subject of money, you have to be quiet about the most negligible successes out of respect for everyone who feels bad all the time and keeps blowing up their life.

[throes-of-redemption]

"hey you": a submission to a departed blog

You'll never see this. You'll never post this. Unless they have Tumblr in whichever realm you exist in now.

I have regrets. The last time we spoke I was dismissive. I honestly didn't think it would be the last time we'd run into each other after a long absence. Well, it wasn't the first time either. But before then I was convinced I'd never hear or see you again. I was wrong twice. Fuck.

Anyway, since we last spoke I've felt like been an asshole. A selfish pervert with bad habits and boundary issues. It's disgusting.

At first, my decision to leave you alone was to protect my emotions.  We've already talked about it, but it was impossible to settle for just being friends. It was painful. You deserved better-so much better than me tbh. In retrospect, I wonder if you were trying to protect your friends from the heartache of your sudden loss. I suppose I felt justified in letting you go. I finally found someone to fill the void that you were never meant to fill (see, that already sounds dumb as hell cause people aren't responsible for filling each other's vacancies). Besides, reigniting our friendship might have caused unnecessary drama in my current relationship. Nonetheless, it felt right. 

Now that you're not here anymore it feels like I miss you a bit more all the time. I miss your new obsessions every month, and the way your eyes light up whenever you talk about some fictional character in some obscure piece of media only nerds like you know about. Shit, I logged back into Tumblr for the first time in like 6 years, and in less than 3 days I'm here scrolling through your blog checking out the last things you posted. I miss your queer fanfics and head canons. I miss the eloquent way you spoke when you read. I miss you tryna bake, even though I would sit there and eat them burnt cookies. I miss bickering about Star Wars v Harry Potter. I miss you teasing me about my cishet masculine insecurities. I miss the way you stood firmly against injustice and oppression, particularly your arch nemesis the fuckin patriarchy! I miss how you really didn't give a damn how anyone saw you or tried to squeeze you into their little box. I miss how you would drive people nuts just being yourself. I miss how loving you were even when you tried to hide it from the world sometimes. 

Remember that one time you spotted me on the bus all zoned out, and you sat right next to me and forced me to practice our lines for that play we were in? I was annoyed and happy at the same time lol. This year I did 4 plays. First one I did was HAIR up in Harrison, and you would've loved some of my cast mates. At one point we had a recasting...um..."crisis" to find a new Dionne. I couldn't think of anyone else but you. Except you'd already been gone for some eight months by then. That almost broke me. Oh! And one of them was this bizarre musical parody of Hamlet (I was hamlet btw). It made me think about hearing how you were such a talented Lady Macbeth in high school that the production was requested at Purchase Collage. So whenever I prepared to step on that stage, I thought to myself secretly "I hope she's watching and I hope she's proud." Honestly I felt that way for every show, but that's the one I wish you could've seen.

When you left it seemed like all of Mount Vernon came to see you go, probably a lot of people you didn't even like. But as each person got up to talk about their favorite memories of you, I realized as much as we talked and hung out, all I ever experienced of you was just a fragment of who you were. And I always knew you had heart issues, but I didn't realize just how sick you really were because you were so fiercely independent and full of life despite it all. As we left, my friend asked me how I thought I could honor your memory. I told him "By doing everything with as much passion and energy and purpose as she did." 

The problem is that when I had an opportunity to be friends again, I took you for granted. There was only one of you. Anybody similar to you by comparison was a bootleg with missing pieces. You were the genuine article: the Real Deal. I'll be processing the guilt of how things ended for quite a while longer than I should. I don't know if you were upset or indifferent, or if there's any slight that you held against me after we parted ways for the last time. But I hope, if it's okay with you, that I could take part of you with me in my journey through life.

You are missed, and you are loved.

Beloved (11/18/1993-6/21/2023)

[ggukvnly]

݁𐙚 #navi #masterlist #taglist #writing-log

birthday → august 18.

zodiac → leo.

what i write → mostly fanfictions, drabbles, ideas that live rent-free in my head. sometimes i write non-fanfiction too, if something really stays with me. this blog’s just a little space for me to share whatever i’m thinking or writing.

what inspired you to write → honestly, i’ve always loved reading. i read so many stories that stayed with me — but sometimes i couldn’t find the one that had the exact moment or trope i wanted. so i’d imagine it instead. i’d make up full scenes, characters, even dialogues in my head like little movies. it got so loud in there that i finally thought: why not write it all out and clear my mind a little? so here i am.

who i write for → jungkook. always has been. probably always will be.

what i won’t write → i don’t write for any other idol or group. i might consider writing for another bts member if someone asks, otherwise it’s jungkook only.

favourite tropes → enemies to lovers, slow burn — i love the tension between them — and best friends to lovers, especially. that one’s my absolute favorite. i actually fell in love with the trope after reading a fic here on tumblr, and it’s stuck with me ever since.

comfort book → twisted hate. i love that couple so much. might write a series or a one-shot based on that dynamic someday.

comfort shows → i don’t really watch a lot — i only start something if it really catches my interest. if the teaser doesn’t hook me, i’m out. shows that stuck with me are maxton hall, business proposal, true beauty, wednesday, anne with an e, stranger things, and a few others i probably forgot but still think about sometimes.

favourite music genre → i don’t have a specific genre — i just go by mood. my taste is super random but always mine. some artists i always come back to are jungkook, the neighbourhood, arctic monkeys, and just whatever hits at 2 a.m. my playlists are chaotic but they get me.

things i love → traveling more than anything, music that matches my mood, nature, reading, and watching jungkook being jungkook.

things i hate → environments where girls are treated as less, racism, and unnecessary hate.

things i can’t live without → music, my notes app full of chaotic ideas, long walks, and silence when i need it

favourite colour → no one specific — just whatever feels soft and calming.

favourite season → i’m not a winter girl. can’t tolerate the cold. otherwise, i like all the other seasons depending on my mood.

how i show love → by annoying the people i care about. teasing, poking fun, and sending them the most random things that remind me of them.

who i am → i’m not perfect. i procrastinate a lot. i do silly things, regret them, then go right back and do them again. i overthink everything. i struggle to show people how much i love them, but i do — deeply. writing helps me make sense of all the chaos. i don’t always show up, but when i do, it’s real. and i always put everything into the things (and people) that matter to me.

[circhestersbest]

What’s up, the name’s Gordie! One of Circhester’s Gym Leaders, typically on every second rotation. Figured it was ‘bout time I made a Rotomblr myself!

This is my personal blog, but don’t be surprised if I reblog some notices & league shit. Gotta get the news ‘round somehow. Remember that I’m taken, so don’t be too weird and we’ll be all chill.

ME

Male — He/Him

Born and raised Galarian, still live here too

Iris.. xx

MY GYM TEAM

Absolute monster of a starter on the playing field, and she loves going first — so it’s a win/win really. Off the field though, she loves chewing shit and chattering.

Absolutely loves getting his back brushed. Snippy around strangers though, so be aware.

Very quiet, keeps to herself a lot. She seems content though! So we leave her be.

Been with me for a long-ass time, and was the first (proper) addition to my first ever Gym team. Absolutely feisty, very spunky — but he’s got a bloody good heart.

MY COMPETITIVE TEAM

I tend to shock people with this one, haha! She’s super sweet though, loves cuddling up when given the chance.

Total surfer attitude. Chilled out, go-with-the-flow, just here for the vibes. He’s an icon.

A baby, really. Loves sticks, and gets upset when they are on the floor and not in his mouth. Love him to death though.

A gem of a creature.. so gentle, and very loving. She’s also insanely protective.

BEHIND THE SCENES

The one and only. My first ever proper partner Pokémon. He’s always out and about with me, and loves the attention more than I do haha!

OOC //

[PFP: erizavc on twt!!]

Inspired to do this my my partner, who i will contently annoy with my antics once more LMAO. Otherwise, keeping this as a IYKYK situation.

PELIPPER:-

mail — on

unmail — off

malice — on

MUSHARNA:-

mail — off

malice — off

MISC.:-

magic anons — off

mystery gift — off

union circle — ask

GUIDELINES:-

- Both Mun & Muse are adults. Suggestive stuff is fine, but no straight up NSFW. Not on my Christian blog /bit /silly

- Not everything is going to be 100% canon, some things are adjusted or changed, but a lot of it is still based - or at least inspired by - canon.

- In-character banter, arguments and hate is fine - just keep it respectful towards me.

- I’m happy interacting with any kind of PokéIRL blog! This Gordie is semi-aware of the multiverse so go nuts.

- In saying that, I hold every right to not interact or delete an ask for any reason.

- I also hold the right to block whoever I’d like. This includes anyone who breaks the guidelines, anyone who appears to be a bot account, nsfw accounts, if you refuse to be civil, or any other reason i may see fit.

- All triggers will be tagged as “tw [trigger]”!!

TAG SYSTEM:-

#🪨 gordie’s nonsense -> posts made ic

#🪨 gordie reblogs -> reblogs made ic

#🪨 gordie’s cave -> ic ask responses

#🪨 team member [name] -> posts including specific team members

#🌋 ooc log -> posts that are ooc

#🌋ooc dump -> reblogs that are ooc

#🌋 ooc gibberish -> ooc ask responses

#🌋 lore drop 🪨 -> :]]]

PAST ARC(s):-

None, yet.

CURRENT ARC(s):-

None, yet.

Refs are pending!

[godtier]

Hey, I never was on livejournal so can you tell how crazy it was pretty please?

hi there, anon. i passed out right after you sent this, oopsie.

but sure, i can regale you of the times. be forewarned: this is gonna be a beefy post.

to clarify, this was probs how it was between 2004-ish (and probs a bit before, but i wasn't super into fandom on LJ before 2004) through 2010. i haven't used LJ in eons because of the migration of fandom stuff to tumblr, actually, and RP stuff to dreamwidth, but that's a different story.

but on LJ, there are these forums called "communities." tumblr actually just recently started testing with this format and i keep meaning to try it out. the idea is that, rather than people coming to someone's personal blog for discussion, they'd congregate on these forums.

if you've ever been on reddit, it's similar to that. you join a community, you read the rules, you post or reply to posts, etc.

well, on LJ, things were sorta like reddit only like... cattier. on reddit the stereotype is the neckbeard admin, going "☝️🤓 WELL ACKCHUALLY," but on LJ, it could veer more into mean girls territory. an admin could be two-faced, biased, and develop personal relationships with members (not like... dating-wise, though that probs happened, but more like favoritism).

a lot of fandom communities had applications you had to fill out. you had to basically sell yourself on why you deserved membership and an admin could just straight-up disagree with your application and that was that. they could also refuse to allow you to reapply.

an admin could also kick you out because they found you personally annoying. not even like, trolling, but they found you to be just annoying to be around. they'd kick you out for that.

beyond that, there were the anon comms. basically, a community where an admin would create a post and users could respond to it anonymously, similar to 4chan, and create threads about various things.

some anon comms were great. there were the "anon fic" comms for different fandoms where someone could anonymously request a fic (the ship, the prompt, any other details, etc), and other anons could fulfill the request. i ran a few for various fandoms i used to be really active in and i even fulfilled several prompts across several other posts. it was p fun!

however, those were quickly overshadowed by the drama ones. they were basically places where anon users could shit on other users and talk about the latest gossip in different fandom circles. this started with fandom-based stuff but exploded outward into the RP community, where it's still continuing on dreamwidth, LJRP's successor platform.

it could get really heinous. some anon comms had looser moderation than others. you could get away with so much and, unless you gave yourself away or accidentally logged in while replying, no one would ever know.

these comms also perpetuated bullying in a lot of ways, while others were threads to discuss bad behavior in the community. i'll admit, some of it was warranted, like people being creeps or just not having proper RP etiquette, but the level of bullying often outweighed the crime. sometimes people would gossip about others for sharing too much personal info (oversharing/trauma-dumping), pity-partying, e-begging, or just being a bad writer or having really bad takes.

it got to the point where a lot of RPers and fandom participants left entirely because they couldn't stop themselves from scrolling through the anon comms, just to see if they were namedropped. there were tutorials on how to block the anon comms on the browser level, meaning that even if you typed it in, your browser would refuse to load it. some people had to resort to that in order to stop themselves from reading it.

keep in mind, though, that a lot of this stuff was contained by comparison. on LJ, you could turn off anon messages and comments entirely, much like tumblr with anon asks. and you really didn't run the risk of your fandom drama bleeding over to your twitter or facebook account.

so that changes the way fandom operates. back then, if you were getting bullied really badly, it was comparatively easier in fandom to devise a new identity, a new account, slightly modify how you spoke, and then bam, you're back in the fold and no one's any the wiser.

nowadays, y'all in general are obsessed with mingling your personal, IRL stuff and deets with your fandom inclinations. it makes you ten thousand times easier to not only dox, but to humiliate and follow you around, even if you change accounts.

op sec (operational security) is something i'm extremely passionate about. if anyone wants a full-ass post about that, i'm more than happy to throw one together.

but anywho, i hope that shines some light on how shit went down back then. if i think on it more, i could probably come up with some really wild stories, but it's been so long that i can't remember anything specifically that was super-duper wild. 8( give me a while and maybe it'll come back to me, like a long-forgotten tryst.

inb4 "i ain't readin allat" SRY I'M TOO VERBOSE Y'ALL I CAN'T HELP IT 😭

[call-her-sir]

I guess I probably should make a pinned post at some point, so here were go.

I'm Ivy, (not my birth name but people call me this,) a lesbian, a softly masc/butch presenting cis woman (she/her), a domme, a top, and a sadist. This is a sideblog on its own account, so I can follow and like under this name, but occasionally I disappear for days/weeks when I'm logged into the other one. Don't worry, I'll be back.

This blog is 18+ only. Not 18? Do not follow or interact. No ifs ands or buts about it. I'm not interested and I will be annoyed (and not in a fun way) if I find out otherwise.

I'm not going to be as aggressively policing men in my follows, likes, or reblogs. Its fine, especially if i write something fun. But I'm not interested at all. Keep it respectful, don't say overly gendered things in reblogs and we cool.

Terfs Fuck Off.

If you're trying to get me to flirt or talk dirty at you, call me sir (the lowercase is important, Sir is reserved for real relationships.) Otherwise call me Ivy, "hey" or just don't refer to me with a name, its whatever. Don't talk down to me, I'm not interested. I don't particularly like master, daddy, mistress or others, they don't feel right.

I don't do raceplay, detrans/dykebreaking, sissies, bathroom stuff, footplay, ageplay, or serious violence of any sort, even hypothetical.

I'm not a furry, though not to the point of revulsion like the above.

I'm pretty bad at tagging things that aren't my original posts. You may see degradation and humiliation, sadism, some light hypno and brainwashing, pet play and the like. You may see some CNC play but I guarantee you will not see me use or reblog content with the hard R form of that.

I edge slightly into misogyny play, almost ignorable if you're not into it, but I try to tag that as butch patriarchy. This may also include suggestions that I can "fix" straight women and other gross orientation play things of that nature. It's just kink, I'm not seriously promoting this.

I like correcting brats but it doesn't work very well on the internet, especially with strangers. Don't expect a lot.

Don't tell me you came to something I wrote, you can tell me that you want to cum to it, but finishing up is wrong.

That's all I got for now.