#many of them are on here with the same users even.. be gone from my sight vile bird

[evecolourshock]

First of all Beck, I'm apologising to you. I should have known better than to drag someone into the mess that is Nort's and my history like this, especially in a forum like this one, and that's on me. I'm sorry.

In regards to his scars... he swore to his User he was going to get those fixed, when we last met - when they were fresh. That's not an oath made lightly, for Encom Programs - it's about as binding as a promise can get, something that will be done by any means necessary. Either they're worse than he let on, or he broke his oath.

Further information about me (and him, where unavoidable) under the extension, if you want to read more.

To summarize, I'm someone Nort used to work closely with back on Encom, long before you were written. We were friends back then, or at least I thought we were, but... not so much any more. I still worry about him, but while we have the same goals we walk different paths to reach them.

When we worked together, he used to defend the system and screen what came into it. Anything he deemed safe was passed on to me to be directed where to go. Occasionally I'd join him in fighting, if he got pushed back to where I was, but that didn't happen often.

Users for us... weren't like Flynn. We never met them in person - any of them, a good hundred or so if I remember correctly. They were as unfathomable to us as the Sea is here, powerful though not all-knowing, and as inclined to create as they were to destroy. Nort's User took me in after my own disappeared, and he was the one that decreed we worked together.

We followed our Users' commands, even if they didn't make sense to us. Part of a purpose we could not comprehend. And Nort...

He trusted his User. More than anything. Struck down a tyrant with the power of his belief and trust in the one who wrote him, aided by a gift from the same. Even after meeting Flynn and having many things we thought we knew about Users proven wrong... he still trusted his User. If that's changed, if he no longer holds that faith...

He held out the longest, back then, when the MCP tried to break us and cause us to reject the ones who made us. He had hope that we could still find a way to beat the unbeatable, that we could help the Users take down that cold mass of logic and data - because they were fighting it, and we were their weapons. Together, User and Program, we could not fail.

If that hope is gone, then I fear the Grid will fall.

As for why you don't know this... you're right in saying Nort's entitled to his secrets - he certainly hasn't been given much privacy to keep them with, before recent events. I've tried not to reveal too many of them. It's also... a time he's not fond of speaking about. Everyone lost friends, but... he lost far more than anyone should have. That's all I'm going to say about it.

I... will consider apologising. If he finds me. Comparing him to Sark was uncalled for. However, it is rather difficult to apologise when you're derezzed, so I'd have to survive long enough to get the apology out for it to count - I could, but I also don't want to hurt him further and don't think I can risk sparring him at full power, which puts me at a disadvantage.

One of my nieces says she likes your hair. And is happy to have met someone else with brown eyes. I'd say they found you. Also one of my nephews (the inventor) won't stop raving about the tuning on Zed's custom lightcycles. Or Able's vintage lightcycle - mostly because he knows I have the model that came before it.

Happy really late fathers day to my dad's! You all know Able, but I can't tell you who my other dad is.

[heartorbit]

a mob of emus for an artstyle game on twt! ^_^

[gojonanami]

❝ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐎 (𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄) ❞

c/w: spoilers for 261, angst, possible happy ending? i'm so sorry lmao.

Body and soul — many in jujutsu had spent millennia contemplating the connection between these two — were they two separate entities co-existing, or were they always one, until they parted in death? And even if they were to part — does the soul still linger? 

You didn’t know — and you didn’t care. 

“What do you mean you don’t care what happens to your body?” Satoru wiped the blood from his hands, before brushing past you to wash it in the sink, diluted scarlet swirling down the drain just as your stomach had upon hearing what he said. 

You only knew that your heart belonged to one man. And he would take it with him with his death. Even as he left his body behind. But your heart wasn’t your concern, no, his body was. 

“Sweetheart—“ 

“No, don’t,” you already know what he’s going to say — a quick witted joke that you have no faith in him, empty reassurance that he’ll win — anything but an answer to your question, “I don’t know how people call you uncaring, the only person you don’t care for is yourself,” 

The Strongest. The Six Eyes User. The Gojo Clan Leader. Anything — anything but calling him who he is — Satoru Gojo. 

He’s shaking his head. “I’m not going to lose, so it’s a pointless—“ 

“Satoru,” and you grit your teeth, wondering if your words were a curse themselves, and that you dare not utter them, but you do anyway, “you don’t know that. Not for sure,” your words are a whisper, one you think wouldn’t be heard and manifested by a higher power — because you know that jujutsu is too cruel not to. 

“What is a dead body? I’ll be gone,” his back still faces you, wiping his hands off, and you’re shaking your head, “the body and soul—“ 

“They are one, in far too many ways—“ your eyes burn with tears as you hear his sigh, “so Geto’s body deserves a burial, but yours doesn’t?” 

You stab at a nerve — it’s a low blow, but one you had to deal, if only to get through that damned infinity of his — the wall he had kept up, even with you. Close, but never close enough. 

“Don’t—“ he cuts you off, gentle but hard, sword hitting shield, sparks fly as the metal meets, “it’s different—“ 

“How?” 

“I gave my consent, for one,” he says, his hands leaning against sink, head hanging, “and my body isn’t being used for a cheap trick,” and the bitterness still lingers on his tongue, and you know the moment flashes before his eyes, again and again — if he hadn’t hesitated, if he hadn’t let the past hold him, if he didn’t been such a fool—  “they need me—“ 

You need him. 

“I know, I know they need you,” you swallow the bile rising in your throat, but you spit acid all the same, “but do they have to take your dead body too?” 

And he finally turns, skies softening when they see the drops slipping down your cheeks, and his steps echo in the silence of the bunker, hollow just as this conversation was, “Y’know I have to,” 

“I know that, I know Yuta is making the right choice, it’s for the good of everyone,” except you, except us, “but it doesn’t make it any less difficult,” 

And his arms wind their way around you, pressing you against him, his fingers winding through your hair, “I’m going to come back to you,” hands sliding down your sides, “I always will,” 

“It’s not just this,” your fingers cup his cheek, his face leaning into your touch, “you’re not alone, Toru. I’m here.” 

“You’re here, huh?” he murmurs, more to himself than you, ��if I die, you have my full permission to kick my ass,” 

“And I will be,” you kiss him, fingers sliding to the nape of his neck, brushing against his undercut, “I don’t care about the strongest,” your lips brush soft kisses against your cheeks, nose, chin, and forehead, before finally finding his lips, “I only care about Satoru Gojo, I just need you, only you,”

He presses his forehead to yours, nose brushing his, “You have me,” but you didn’t know for how long, how long you could touch his cheek like this and not feel cold rigid skin underneath your fingertips, how long you could kiss his lips and have him kiss back, and how long it would be until you could hold his hand again, “and you have my heart,” and he gives a small chuckle, “maybe not the part everyone wants—“ 

“It’s the one I want,” you cut him off with a soft kiss, “I want all of you, every inch, but your heart? That already is mine,” your head pressed against his chest, feeling the muscle contract underneath, as if it would reassure you that it would keep doing that. 

But it didn’t. 

“I’ll stay,” Shoko furrows her brow, “he would want me to,” Satoru Gojo’s body laid on a slab of cold metal,  cold as his skin was now — and cold as your heart was now, without the warmth of his love to dwell in. Ugly stitches marred his stomach, right where Sukuna had sliced through him — you watched it, you couldn’t look away, and you watched the smile on his lips until it fell slack. 

Just like the rest of him. 

“He would understand why you couldn’t—“ 

“It really did upset him that you didn’t object,” and Shoko’s mouth opens and closes, her eyes shutting, “but I know that’s only because you had faith he would win,” and you add, “and he knew that too — he was just pouting, what he does best,” and your fingers trace over his lips — Shoko had done a good job cleaning the blood from his face, “did best,” and Shoko frowns again. 

“You don’t—“ 

“I’m his wife,” you say, “for better or worse, it’s my duty to stay with him, it’s the least he deserves,” your fingers skin over his forehead, before pressing a sweet kiss to the rigid skin, knowing that the smooth skin would be overwritten with jagged stitches — the thread pulled from the fabric of your own life that laid before you, leaving you in pieces, “because he may be a monster, but all of us are the real devils — for letting him bear it alone,” and you shake your head, a tear slipping down your cheek, “I won’t make that mistake again,” 

You miss who you you used to be without this weight around your neck, desd bodies piled on top of your back, back broken under the grief, and yet you still walked on. Because you know it’s what he would have wanted, as his ghost whispers in your ear. 

Body and soul — if it was one, you wondered if he could feel your touch, sense your presence, and hear your words. And you hoped he could — but you know he was listening somewhere either way, so you whispered the only words you meant with your entire heart and soul—

“I love you," you murmur, before turning away — you don't see the way his fingers twitch for you.

Those words were still a curse all the same.

[tangledinink]

Hello sorry for tagging. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging

Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.

Okay kids, are you ready for a lesson in SPOTTING ONLINE SCAMS????

*please don't message this person or harass them-- i do recommend that you report and block them, however.

right now it's incredibly important to give time, attention, and money to online fundraisers. but it's also incredibly important not to let scammers take advantage of that and steal money that could actually save lives right now.

firstly-- if we go to this person's blog, and navigate to "archive--"

this person's blog has only existed for a few days, only has a handful of generic posts (many reblogged multiple times,) and made their first reblog the same day that they posted their "fundraiser" post. this is a MASSIVE red flag.

please also note that neither their ask nor post actually mention palestine or gaza at all, but it's still tagged with "free palestine" and "gaza."

though this one should obviously be taken with a grain of salt, it is also worth noting the poor grammar here, because this can be (but isn't always!!!) another red flag. Note also that all the details are really vague and don't quite make sense... user describes "enduring cold" and their "nose freezing" though it's the middle of the summer. This user says that they're "sick," but doesn't really offer any further details about this. This user says that they need money for "resources," but don't elaborate on what exactly they need. They vaguely elude to a need for lodging, caretakers, and medicine, but don't actually give us any details-- despite this they have a "$1200" goal. What is this specific goal of $1200 for? Is that the cost of their medication? Overdue medical bills? Cost for rent this month?... They also apologize in their ask for "tagging" me... but they didn't tag me. They sent me an ask.

Another red flag is that their link labeled "Fundraiser link" leads directly to a Paypal donation page rather than a gofundme or anything else. If someone chooses to collect aid through paypal, venmo, etc. instead of through a gofundme, that's not a huge issue in and of itself... but it is fishy that it's mislabeled like this.

And if we GOOGLE this user's tumblr name or paypal name, we can find results like this:

This also led me to find them on @/kyra45's blog on their list of current scam accounts.

Despite all this, they have close to 100 reblogs from well-meaning people trying to signal boost and ask for donations on their behalf.

With the current situation in Palestine and the amount of actual, legitimate fundraisers and donations being circulated right now, for Palestine, Sudan, the Congo, or otherwise, it is more important than ever to be aware of people who are trying to take advantage of the situation for their own personal gain. Whenever possible, please take the time to do some due diligence when you receive messages like this and check to see if a fundraiser is legitimate! It always sucks for someone to be the victim of a scam and lose money to someone playing pretend on the internet... but it sucks even more when that money could have gone to people in actual, acute, dire need.

Here's some more information about spotting scams on tumblr! Shoutout to tumblr user kyra45 for compiling this, and for all the other hard work they do-- thanks.

Here's an actual, vetted, and legitimate campaign that could use your support. After receiving this ask, I went and donated. If you have the means to do so, it would be amazing if you did so, too.

[ see ALL gaza funds campaigns here ]

[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ DEFINITIONS OF MUSIC.

fandom. formula one

pairing. charles leclerc x professional pianist fem!reader (fc: none)

about. y/n y/l/n is one of the celebreties who has gone viral during lockdown. when she publishes her first album, she raises a few eyebrows with a featured artist

content warnings. social media au, not edited/proofread

notes. this is a very self-indulgent fic... so you all better love it or else 🫵

YOURUSERNAME AND 3 OTHERS

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yourusername and 3 others we're proud to announce the album DEFINITIONS. each of the 26 original composed pieces embrace the title itself, the feeling of these words. they're defined by our language and passion, a gift from us to you.

yourusername so happy our baby is finally out, thank you adrian, charles and jamie, for this partnership. i couldn't have done this without you!

hanszimmer This is music.

charles_leclerc And it's finally here! I had so much fun working on this, thank you @/yourusername for allowing me to be part of your project🥰

jamieduffyy absolutely incredible!! stream definitions now!!!

zendaya I'm sobbing over the whole alphabeth, who would've thought... this is 🤯🤯

user holyyyyy shittttttt

user 26 SONGS??? AND MOST OF THEM ARE OVER 4 MINS LONG WE'RE GETTING SPOILED FR

haileybieber listening this on repeat and still getting shivers, this is incredible work 💗

user the butterfly effect is so real here...

⤷ user if you told me i'd follow this one tiktoker because she went viral with her piano only to become a fan of men who drive in fancy circles...

⤷ user SO I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO'S NOW AN F1 FAN??

user sobbing over nepenthe on repeat

user CHARLES WITH LEMAN?? HELLO??? AND THEN ALSO PHILOCALY??? MY MAN STAND UP AND STOP WRITING LOVE LETTERS

⤷ user what.

⤷ user for the love of god, please look up what the words mean... charles really thought he was slick with this one

⤷ user oh my god.

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Y/N Y/L/N SHOCKS MUSIC WORLD WITH CLASSICAL ALBUM AND FEATURED ARTISTS! FIVE PIECES OF THE 26-PIECE ALBUM ARE IN THE INTERNATIONAL CHARTS. EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT 'DEFINITIONS'.

From Viral TikToker to Record Holder, Y/n brings Classical Music back in Trend.

By Sara Ristan | Published February 24, 2024

If you know anything about music, you know the current trends. Pop and Rap is what the current generation likes, with a few outliners. From the very beginning, Y/n seemed to be one of them as well. Her first release, 'A Sailor's Wish', has been trending along with 'Solas', by her fellow artist Jamie Duffy for many weeks.

Her other composed pieces never hit the same numbers, that was until she released a full album. 'Definitions' has 26 original composed pieces, mixed with piano and full orchestra. It's an album full of masterpieces, fully deserving the high praise it has been receiving the past few days.

Every piece in the Album is named after a rare word, each one of them beginning with a letter of the Alphabet. Most of them were composed by Y/n herself, her signature moves regognizable, if you're familiar with her music. If you wish to read a full analysis of the whole album, click here.

Notable, besides the mindblowing compositions, are also the featured artists. We have Adrian Berenguer, Charles Leclerc and Jamie Duffy- each of them well known in their niche. What has raised eyebrows however, is that unlike Adrian and Jamie, Charles himself. He's an athlete, a Formula One driver in fact and very well known. While his fans knew about his releases, singles and even an album with Sofiane Pamart, no one was prepared for the partnership with Y/n.

Especially the titles of the pieces, two of them speaking about love, one is even titled as 'Leman', which means lover. Are these two trying to give us hints?

Beside that, five of the 26 pieces are currently in the charts, having already gathered millions of streams within days. Absolutely mindblowing!

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CHARLES_LECLERC

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charles_leclerc P1 in Driver Championship Standings, P1 in International Charts, P1 in your heart... I love you, mon amour

yourusername ugh, ugly sobbing crying rn, no one talk to me

yourusername i love you too you sap

⤷ charles_leclerc Guilty hehe

⤷ charles_leclerc Doesn't stop me from loving you, cherié

⤷ yourusername i never told you to stop

jamieduffy fucking finally

zendaya @/tomholland2013 why don't you write you love songs for me??

⤷ tomholland2013 you're the one who sings?

user WE WON!!! Y/N NATION WE FUCKING WON

user if you squint you can see me fucking dead BECAUSE WTF IS THIS THEYRE ACTUALLY TOGETHER I CAN NOT IM DEAD OH MYGOOODDDDDD

⤷ user lmao felt

user now we know how charles even agreed to y/n asking for a collab... he has always been down bad for her

⤷ yourusername you're so right

⤷ user OH MY GOD???

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taglist. @keyz-writes , @obsidianjewel , @aimixx , @themercyverse , @lem-hhn , @lupicalbestwolf , @akiraquote , @lpap , @lilypadlover , @adorablezhui , @peqch-pie , @namgification

DO YOU WANT TO JOIN THE TAGLIST? please send a non-anon ask to be added to the taglist. taglist can be general taglist (all fandoms and all works), fandom taglist (all works within the fandom), series (all works for specific series) or nsfw taglist (all nsfw works and all fandoms).

crossed off tags mean i can't tag you!

ARKHAM MAID 2024

[kermdoeswriting]

Collecting A Boon

"John Constantine" 

The being of darkness loomed over the sorcerer just enough to make the magic air out a chillness around them both. 

"You owe me a boon. And I am here to collect." 

John didn't really panic, persay.

He simply stared up at the being made of pure shades and sighed, recognizing the magic surrounding them and feeling his soul sink down in annoyance. 

Beside him, John felt the rest of the usual JL Dark members straighten up in attention towards the figure. They obviously felt the overwhelming power oozing out from the ancient concept but seemed content to let John deal with the situation until they were needed. 

Bastards.

John only turned his attention towards the familiar Concept and huffed out a reply in between smokes.

"Plagg if you're going to be an arse about owing favors at least give me the pleasure of not acting so formally." 

The shadow being looked down at the man in silence, making the entire room of magic users tense further. John could even feel  Zatannas eyes on his back, probing him on what the hell he was thinking challenging a being, obviously of the Gods, disrespectfully. 

Silence lingered for a moment longer before the being finally allowed his green eyes to be visible within the inky black darkness of his form, eyeing John with dancing mirth and humor.

"I request sanctuary." Plagg spoke up, his eyes returning to look over John and the group critically again. 

The only difference now being the voice going from looming God to the squeaky annoyance John was used to. 

"Sanctuary?" Diana spoke up from behind him, curiosity escaping in her voice. 

Plaggs new form nodded towards her, eyeing her just as curiously before returning to face John. 

"For my kit. He is unsafe in the bounds he was born into, and... I refuse to allow him to remain there." 

John hesitated as he looked up at his old friend, concerned for the soft tone he was displaying while mentioning this 'kit'. 

It raised so many alarm bells in his head that he almost thought, just for a moment, that Plagg might actually be bringing him a kitten of some sort.

"Your heir?" Zatanna whispered out, taking a step forward out of concern. It brought John out of his thoughts and back to the present, facing Destruction itself.

Plagg simply turned over to face her now, eyes sparking.  

"My charge," He corrected gently. 

"He is the wielder and holder of my magic. The magic that surrounds him in his original home is attempting to chase after mine, wanting to grant a wish" 

Plaggs voice grew dimmer as he spoke of the wish, fading into something akin to hurt and grief. Something not usually found within the pure concept of destruction.

It made John feel confused. What the hell had this charge been through to cause this kind of reaction?

"Hes lost much and that is why I am entrusting you, John Constantine. And by extension, your team and those you trust, with his safety." 

He had never heard Plagg so serious over anything, especially considering he never did take things seriously usually.

This was the same ancient that had destroyed the dinosaurs for the fun of it. 

"We accept," Diana spoke with pride again, and everyone else was quick to agree in succession. John could feel eyes on his backside as the only one not to immediately agree to the task, which just makes him sigh exasperatedly. 

"Fine." He sighed out, running his fingers through his hair roughly. What a crummy way to start the weekend.

"So it shall be done." 

Plagg in his shadow form, grinned down at him impishly, showing off all his canines. It made the hairs on his arms stand up underneath his trench coat. 

"So mote it be." Destruction parroted back, fufilling the boons promise. 

The shadowy form began to whisp into nothingness, fading itself out of the JL office room as if it were simply dust and air flowing around the room.

"Take care of my charge, John. Til we meet again." 

And with that, the shadow was gone, leaving only a tiny teenage figure behind in its wake.  The teen seemed to shrink once he noticed he was being stared at, as if not really expecting people on the other side of Plaggs form.

He stared at the group with wide eyes for a moment, twisting the ring of destruction on his finger nervously and quickly reaching down to grab something on the floor beside him.

"Um hi?" 

The teen stumbled a bit as he finally stepped out from where the darkness had once stood, looking slightly ashamed for some reason. 

He reached out with a small and hesitant wave with his free hand, the other clutching a Ladybug themed backpack like it was his only lifeline left in the world. There was a smile stapled onto his face as he looked over the area, obviously unsettled by it. 

"I'm Adrien" 

John only sighed and pinched his nose, trying not to fall into distress in front of what was very obviously a child. One who looked ready to bolt at the slightest sign of movement from anyone in the same room. 

Of course, he would somehow end up playing babysitter for the concept of destructions ward.  

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Or Basically

JL Dark had to take care of an on the run Adrien Agreste because Papillion started to specifically steal destruction magic itself from his kid, and it was hurting Adrien somehow.

So Plagg just kinda is like, "Hey John Constantine, you owe me a favor. Watch my child, " and throws Adrien full force at him. Don't ask where mari is bc idk I didn't think that far ahead!

[staytrueblue]

It’s been a while :) this will be a long post and I’m sorry.

Most of you know that I left Tumblr in early October due to being doxed and receiving an anonymous ask with my last name that is not accessible from this account.

I wanted to give some background about a situation that happened here in May 2024 that has led up to this. Although I created this account in 2021/22 I wasn’t active. I did not become active until I got into COD, and before that, I had only been on fandom Twitter.

After all that has happened below came a simple message on October 7th. “Hi Mrs._____.” With all that has happened I feel that you can put two and two together on who is threatening me in this illegal and terrifying way. My information is not public on this account. I do not and have not shared even my first name much less my last.

I was not familiar with Tumblr fandom “protocol” and used creators' gifs and edits to supplement my own ideas and comments. I was not claiming their work as my own but added additional comments or explanations to the posts I was making. As it has been for many users Tumblr became an outlet and my safe space for fandom-related things.

Several months into my newly active COD phase I was reached out to about the usage of creators' gifs. I was unaware and attempted to apologize and to ask for advice on how GIFs worked and how I should move forward in the future. At the time I was unaware that making gifs and posting them on Tumblr also made them searchable in the gif post search.

After realizing my mistakes with using creators content without credit I corrected myself, apologized, and blocked the creators to prevent myself from accidentally interacting with them and possibly causing problems in the future.

Because of this, their friend created the post below, and those involved have been sending anonymous asks to me and those who have interacted with me about once a month.

June 10th I made the post below because I started to get anon asks

June 11th I extended it

July 30th I extended it again

I have gotten several anonymous asks since than, the most recent being in August, saying that I hadn’t apologized and that I will be “outed” again as a GIF stealer. In the beginning you can see I responded but after the next couple, still repeatedly accusing me, I chose to delete them.

I have been quiet about this in the past months because I have moved on and have wished to put this behind me, but this has gone too far. With the support of some wonderful friends I have decided to speak up because this is not fucking okay to do to someone.

I am not blacking out the names of those who have threatened to harass me because I am refusing to shrink into fear. Six..SIX months ago when this happened I realized my mistakes and I have changed and apologized. I have moved on, I ask that those who are harassing me do the same.

courtana. collinnmckinley. deadbranch. and those who are anonymous

On 11/12 I was notified that deadbranch has made a post recognizing this issue and has denied being part of it. You currently still have me blocked but thank you DB for being reasonable in this case

[maxverstappendefender]

Hi I was wondering if u can make an imagine with max verstappen where the reader is an athlete also (tennis player please 😮‍💨😮‍💨😭😭🥹🥹) and she is also from Netherlands

her and max were like in the same school or neighbors or even Victoria’s friend and her and max used to be dating since they were young teenagers but they broke up because of their careers (more like she broke up with him lol🤭) and they meet again at a gala or a wedding when they are at the top of their game her being world no.1 and many grand slams winner and him being world champion and then they have a confrontation with a lot of angst and yelling and max being heartbroken 💔💔🤌🏻🤌🏻

other part to this request: "Also about the max and athlete reader like if u can make it inspired by “call out my name” by The Weeknd 🥲"

a/n: this is such a good idea, i love some good angst. i made it a smau and also written parts (more towards the hend). i don't know much about tennis but i tried. the google translate dutch is probably bad but that's fine. hopefully i did your idea justice <3

warnings: profanity (?), alcohol

my masterlist !

The Dutch Athletes

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yourusername and that's a wrap on the lovely game of tennis, back to training for next season :)

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user PROUD TO BE DUTCH BC OF THIS LADY AND THIS LADY ONLY

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landonorris you're serving! (do you get it? im so funny)

-> yourusername ty lan (the tennis jokes are never funny)

-> landonorris not even a pity laugh.

user i see a certain someone hiding in the likes

-> user 🤺🤺🤺 be gone sir

victoriaverstappen cannot wait to see you next week!

-> yourusername i miss my favourite dutch person

-> user max is punching the wall rn

user wait, im new. why is everyone hating on max verstappen here?

-> user y/n dated him a while back but they ended it in 2021 for reasons no one knows. lots of speculation but they never confirmed or denied anything. he still has loads of pictures of them on his insta but she deleted hers, probs wasn't a mutual breakup in that case. she's still good friends with lando, charles, and max's sister!

-> user he probably cheated or something

-> user they both seem happy so we shouldn't make assumptions :)

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y/nmaxupdates still no new content of our favs together so we are doing a little throwback thursday to one of y/n's posts from 2015 (she has removed the post).

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yourusername vegas baby! vv thankful lando is okay. congrats on the podium charlie!

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-> landonorris i don't see a doctor that will stop me from leaving. but my helmet looked sick right?

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landonorris we literally spent like 3 days together before the race and you still chose that ugly picture

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it had been a wonderful night so far. lando couldn't drink due to the drugs the doctors gave him so you didn't drink either out of solidarity. lando had gone off to do lando things, probably finding a way to the dj booth or socializing with whoever he can. you were just sat at this couch in the vip area. you were talking to charles for a while before he went off to do celebratory shots. you were so tired from the timezone difference, vegas compared to the netherlands was messing with your system. you had your head leaned back against the couch, your eyes were just looking at some of the drivers having a lot of fun and celebrating in one of the best party cities in the world.

you felt someone sit down next to you on the couch. you didn't know who it was at first but you quickly smelt the cologne and knew. max. you two hadn't really spoken since 2021, when you ended it. it wasn't the prettiest of breakups but we were both stupid kids and in love back then. you both should've known it wouldn't work out. you tried, though. you tried with every single thing you had in you but at the end of the day, fate would always be stronger.

"hey, y/n. haven't seen you in awhile," max finally said, breaking the silence. he sort of had seen you though, on instagram. had he missed you? every fucking day. you broke up with him though, and you seemed happier. if you were happy, he would accept that.

"sure," was all you said. that was your telltale sign that you did not want to talk. but let's be honest, max verstappen not having a conversation when he wants to sounded impossible. he wanted to fix things, he wanted to fix it all. why wouldn't you let him? "any chance we can talk?" he asked you. he wouldn't really take no for an answer. he would just talk to you while you listened, but even that would be stretching it.

you stood up from the couch, careful to not look at him. if you looked at him, you would be a goner and would do just about anything he asked you to. you were a strong person except when it came to max. "see you around," you muttered to him before leaving the vip area. you would infact not be seeing him around, not if you can avoid it. maybe not drinking was a bad idea. you had spotted lando who was busy chatting away to someone. "fuck," you whispered under your breath, realizing that the person who you had to make sure got home safely was still having a good night. you wouldn't want to cut his night short, especially when his night started bad with the race.

you felt some hands wrap around your waist and before you could protest, these hands were pushing you out this door to the club's back alley. you knew those hands though. you knew them all too well. "max, what the hell?!" you shouted at him as you felt the cool night air hit your face. it felt better than how being inside that club felt.

he knew this was probably too far. but when has 'too far' ever stopped him. he was so done with this all. 2 years of not having more than 10 words shared between you two. you two used to talk every single day, where did it all go wrong? he knew this one was his fault. he was the one who had lost you, all for racing. he gave up you for racing. he was a royal idiot for that. "i am so done with you not even talking to me!" he shouted to you. he was thanking god that you two were in an alley and not somewhere public for this.

"i don't want to talk to you," you said to him. not many people held their ground against max, but you always did. you never wanted to talk to him again, not since your breakup. you were happy and had a great life, you didn't need the mess that was max verstappen. "you never do!" he said back. that was true and you both knew it.

"you're right! i never do! because you fucked up," you shouted to him, putting your finger straight to his chest. the breakup was infact not mutual like the media made it seem. you two broke up because you were trying to support him in racing while still building a life in tennis for yourself. you could see the stress eating away at max that year and he still wouldn't let you help. even if it was help from afar. you tried to be there. he didn't even try to be there for you and your goals either.

"i know i did. believe me, i know i fucked it up," he said to you. there had been quite a few sleepless nights where his brain just wouldn't turn off. he had only been thinking about you. tonight was just his breaking point. he was done acting like he hadn't been thinking about you.

there was a moment of silence as we just looked at eachother. we had grown up a lot since we last got close like this. "so then why? just why?" you pleaded to him to just give him a real answer. 2021 had been a hard year for him and you knew that. but you were his girlfriend. you were meant to be there and help him but he wouldn't let you. he pushed you away at any chance he got. then you were alone. it was an endless cycle of you trying to help max with his stress, him pushing you away, and then you also getting lost to your own stress.

he put his hands on either side of your face. he knew he couldn't give you the answer he had given you when you asked this question 2 years ago. he couldn't say "just a tough year" because although that was a part of it, it wasn't the entire truth. and you deserved the truth. "i pushed you away before you could push me away," he said to you as he looked into your eyes. he felt like an idiot for saying that but it was the whole truth.

you gave him a slightly confused look. that had been a different answer than what you got 2 years ago. how could he even think you would push him away? you loved him so much and you had for years. you would have clung to him, even in death. "if i wouldn't have won in 2021, there was that thought that you would be gone," he admitted.

"i wouldn't have left. i wouldn't have ever done that," you quickly said. you had to say that really quickly before he spoke again. clearly your words took him aback a little. he really felt stupid for ever thinking that you would leave, let alone leave simply because he won a championship. mentally, you said 'fuck it', and just kissed him. you pulled away for a second to whisper, "je bent een idioot, max verstappen (you are an idiot, max verstappen)". then you kissed him again.

he smiled in the kiss, his hands in your hair and yours in his. your words were true, he was an idiot. he would probably have to kiss you a million times to make up for him pushing you away. and that was a price he was willing to pay. he felt you pull away and as desperately as he wanted to pull you back into him, he knew you had some more words to say.

you pulled away. "but you left. you left when it got hard and i will never put myself in that position ever again," you said to him. your lips stung with how much desire you had for max. but you had to make smart decisions, you could not get hurt again. and deep down, you knew he would leave if it got hard again. him leaving again would hurt too much. you had a good life now, he had a good life now.

he felt his heart shatter at your words. but he knew you were right that he had left when it got hard. he had taken the coward's way out. he wanted you to be happy and you seemed so happy with your life now. he couldn't take that from you. he nodded his pain away and spoke softly to you, "i hope you have nothing but happiness in life". then he walked away. he walked away but this time for your sake. he knew you wouldn't walk away from him so he walked away from you. he really did hope you had nothing but happiness in life. he could hear all about your happiness from the bits that victoria shared with him.

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y/nmaxupdates NEW CONTENT!! I REPEAT NEW CONTENT OF MAX AND Y/N!! that kiss?? oh we are SO back.

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troubled!chris x fwb!reader

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contains - slightly suggestive content, lore drop, brief mentions of drugs/dealing.

fwb!reader who…

★ has a collage wall in her bedroom, consisting of band posters, vintage postcards, little sketches, movie tickets (including polaroid pictures she takes)

★ has ghosted other guys last minute because chris called and asked if she was busy

★ is practically spotifys #1 user, and will probably be deaf by 30

★ can read chris like a book, his body language being one of his biggest tells

★ is an avid letterboxd user, obnoxiously whips her phone out within seconds of a movie ending to log it

★ has called chris too many times to pick her up from a house party she regretted going to

“i’ll be there in 5”

“chris, it’s 15 minutes away?? hello??”

★ has called in sick before because chris was asleep half on-top of her and she didn’t want to move him

★ doesn’t like to be alone

★ has friends that aren’t particularly fond of chris but she isn’t particularly fond of her friends so…

★ once cleaned chris’s af1’s because she was sick of him walking dirt through her apartment

★ can’t go to a party without chris finding her and keeping her busy his side all night

★ dream car is a red ford pickup and chris can’t understand why its not a lamborghini

★ soft launches troubled!chris on her instagram even though everyone knows it’s him

★ is really independent from a young age, learned to rely solely on herself

★ loves her apartment, and has called chris over to help her drag furniture around to rearrange it. (she stood there and pointed where she wanted it, whilst chris dragged her three-seater across the room)

★ has found chris in her shower on multiple occasions, he said it’s because his brothers used all the hot water

★ tells guys at parties she ‘has a boyfriend’ which is technically not true, but it makes them go away

troubled!chris who…

★ considers himself an ‘opportunistic dealer’, mostly selling weed at parties. he won’t go further than that for moral reasons

★ stole a polaroid picture of fwb!reader from her collage wall and keeps it tucked in his wallet behind some receipts (she noticed it was gone almost immediately, but never said anything)

★ prefers his brothers over most people, and if you see matt or nick somewhere, chris usually isn’t far behind

★ calls his mom every thursday night, because that’s when his dad works late shifts

★ doesn’t let himself get attached, because he feels guilty and suffocated when girls start getting attached to him

★ is a big secret yearner

★ has a tendency to fall asleep if he’s sitting on a couch for more than 20 minutes

★ has a rock collection from when he was a kid in his closet. he pulls it out occasionally and re-organises it

★ doesn’t like to be alone either

★ has only been in one serious relationship and she broke his heart, so he promised himself he’d never let anyone close enough to hurt him

★ hangs out with fwb!reader just to chill almost as often as they hook up

★ stopped adding girls to his roster around a year ago and has stuck with the same 3-4, but definitely sees fwb!reader the most

★ is a god at mario kart

★ would rather fuck and forget his problems than actually deal with them

★ has accidentally put reader’s clothes on multiple times while getting dressed in the dark and not noticed until one of his brothers pointed it out

“is that a brandy melville shirt?” matt smirks, closing the fridge.

“matt. shut your mouth.”

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a/n - FINALLY another update, i wrote these in the car today after struggling FOREVER so thank goodness. i’m gonna be really busy in the next week-ish and don’t have anything else written yet so my apologies in advance <33 but feel free to send me asks abt troubled!chris and i’ll answer them :P

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Alpha!Rafe & omega!reader

Synopsis ⋆♱✮♱⋆ nothing much other than introductions and a lil bi of smut ♡

AN ⋆♱✮♱⋆ I saw like one post for this on the tags and was obsessed!! Can’t remember their user tho :(( need more alpha Rafe so here we go

It’s not necessarily that you moved to outer banks looking for an alpha. You’d perhaps heard many great things about the guys there, through friends who’d had first hand experiences with them- but no. You’d moved for a fresh start.

Or at least that’s what you’d tell people. Being your age and not having a mate yet had cast you into the black sheep of your family, most of them turning their noses up at you and casting you out. Even your own parents. So really, you’d moved because of that.

But also because the last time you were here, visiting your friends, you’d met him. Rafe Cameron. The big bad alpha of outer banks who no one wanted to fuck with and no omegas had been able to persuade him to stay with. Yet.

The first time he saw you he looked at you like you were a disease. A repulsive look, almost. But you knew. Knew it was something else, something else behind those eyes that he felt he had to stay away from you.

It intrigued you. You’d asked about, when you first moved, and you’d heard the same story each time.

‘Don’t bother. He fucks and moves on,’ one girl had said, manicured nails stirring her straw in her drink, eyeing you over her sunglasses. Envy was heavy in the air as she spouted on about how he’d fucked her into the night and she’d begged him to mate her, only for him to kick her out then and there at the very implication.

Interesting. When you’d heard about a party being thrown for his birthday, you’d managed to pull a few strings to get yourself in, dressed in a tight black dress and high heels that left next to nothing to the imagination.

You’d met his eyes across the room a few times before he disappeared into the crowd. He seemed livid, something burning in his eyes as he observed you- he remembered you, obviously, from your last encounter. It was joyful. You were truly under his skin.

“You smell absolutely ravishing,” another man, hands grasping up your arm to your shoulder, almost snarled from behind you. Although eye candy, with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, he was not the one you wanted.

“M’ not interested.” You’d replied, trying to pull away. His fingers latch into your skin, grin creeping up on his features.

“I wasn’t asking if you were. I could have you right here, right now.” His voice sends shivers up your spine, eyes darting around for any signs of help.

“She said she’s not interested.” Another voice. Cold. Calculated. Belonging to him. Rafe. He stands to the side of you, arms crossed against his chest, broad shoulders blocking the light. You’re nothing compared to his height and it almost makes you drool.

The other guy almost cowers, his hand slipping from your shoulder as he apologises and slips into the crowd. Now you’re here, stood in front of Rafe as everyone watches on. He quirks an eyebrow, blonde hair falling down on his face in such a delicious way.

“You have my attention. What now?”

It feels like a fever dream with the way he’s pushing into you. You’re on all fours, dress long gone and discarded on the floor of his bedroom as his hands wrap into your hair, pulling you back.

“Been smelling you all goddamn night. Driving me fucking insane, aren’t you?” You’re so far gone that you can’t even mumble out a reply, gasping when his thumb comes down to your clit to draw tight circles.

“Thought about this since I first saw you. So sweet, so fucking sweet.” His voice is almost gone, coming out in rasps and his cock kisses your cervix, working in tandem with his thumb.

“So good Rafe, so good,” you finally manage, hands scrambling for purchase in the bedsheets. He pulls you up to his front, bicep wrapping around your neck to keep you in place.

“Yeah? Let me fuck you like this? You think about it too, huh?” He squeezes his bicep more, cutting off the oxygen that sends you fully dumb. You nod as best you can, frantically, wishing this would never end.

“Gonna cum, oh god.” Your voice is hoarse, white spots lining your vision that makes Rafe smirk, bicep squeezing that little tighter that makes you cream all over his cock, struggling against him.

“That’s it, good fucking girl. Smell so fucking good, yeah? All for me?” His words send you into orbit, crying out as another wave of an orgasm hits you, arousal squelching out past his thick cock and the knot that’s begun to form.

His teeth graze your neck, bicep leaving your throat to wrap around your waist.

“Sweetest omega I’ve ever smelled. Prettiest too. Gotta have you all to myself, yeah?” You’re nodding again, cunt clenching around him as he swells inside you. He flips you over, back on the bedsheets, his hands coming down either side of you as he fucks his last few pumps into you before stilling, teeth biting down into your neck as he cums.

“Fuck, all mine. All mine, yeah. Forever.” You collapse back fully, nodding, legs shaking as he slowly pulls out from you.

Forever.

AN ⋆♱✮♱⋆ let me know if we want more!! Also if we can find the other account that did this before me pls let me know I’d love to tag for inspiration <3

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( oscar piastri x sargeant!reader )

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You have barely enough time to respond to the knocking— or rather pounding— on your door before it's being flung open and Logan, looking very much the part of an angry brother, barges in.

“Is it true?” He asks in lieu of a greeting.

“‘Hi, Y/N,’” you begin sarcastically, rolling your eyes. “‘So good to see you, Y/N. Sorry for barging in, Y/N. Can I have a moment of your time, Y/N?’ Why of course, dearest brother of mine. What can I do for you?”

Logan doesn’t seem amused by your antics, though. His eyebrows are furrowed, his mouth is pinched into a frustrated frown, and his hands are clenched into fists at his sides. He’s in his running clothes, and there’s still sweat keeping his hair plastered to his forehead, which gives you the impression that whatever he’s asking about had been deemed important enough that he couldn’t even be bothered to shower and change before confronting you about it.

You wonder, briefly, if his new trainer is downstairs in the living room or if he’s gone home already. You almost ask about it just to piss him off even more, but he looks genuinely serious and you’ve— mostly— grown past the years of purposefully picking on him to get a reaction.

Instead, you sit up further in bed and look at him expectantly, prompting him with a wave of your hand to elaborate.

“Are you dating Lando Norris?”

The question, and the sincerity with which it’s asked, startles a laugh out of you. The flash of hurt in your brother’s eyes, however, forces you to bite back the immediate retort. Logan isn’t asking to be a dick, you remind yourself.

Before you answer, you pull your legs up to your body and pat at the now free space in front of you.

He purses his lips, but eventually, he closes the door— softer than how he’d opened it— and moves to sit on the edge of your mattress. For a moment, as he looks at you, he doesn’t look like the nearly 23-year-old that he is. When you were younger, he’d come into your room and talk about his races, what all he did wrong, and what new things he was going to try next time, and the young man that sits before you now reminds you a lot of that little boy.

“No,” you answer him simply. “I’m not dating Lando. He and I are just friends.”

He doesn’t look convinced. “But do you want to date him?”

You shake your head and sigh, before grabbing your phone off the bedside table and pulling up the brief text conversation you had with Lando last night after he’d tipsily called you. There’s a frankly obscene amount of typos and more emojis interspersed throughout than you thought a guy like him would use, but the majority of it is all the details of his supposedly foolproof plan.

You take a deep breath, weigh the consequences of your actions for a split moment before throwing caution to the wind, and turning the screen to face Logan.

“I don’t want to date Lando,” you admit. “I want to date Oscar, and he’s helping me.”

Logan’s silent, and you pray that it’s just because he’s too busy reading through the messages to focus on reacting to what you’ve said. But the silence stretches on, and on, and on, and suddenly you regret saying anything. Maybe you should’ve just agreed and said it was Lando all along—

“I know Oscar better than Lando,” Logan suddenly says. “I don’t know why you wouldn’t just ask for my help.”

It’s your turn to be silent now. You open your mouth, close it, open it again, and close it again. You probably look like a fish, but you’re so taken aback by what he’s said that it doesn’t even matter.

“You’re not, like, mad?” You pull your phone back and let the screen fall dark, eyes focused on Logan.

He looks at you like you’re dumb, or like you’ve actually turned into the fish you were momentarily mimicking. He shakes his head— “Why would I be mad? Oscar is, like, the only driver I’d want you to date.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“I mean, the others are all nice, don’t get me wrong,” he clarifies. “I’m sure they’re all very good partners, and I bet Lando would be an amazing boyfriend. Probably. But I know Oscar. I trust him more than I trust the others because I know for a fact that he’s a genuinely good guy. That first year that we met him, he asked me what your favorite color was to make sure his mom knit you a hat that you would like.”

“That was years ago, Logan…” you trail off.

He shrugs. “So? It’s not like he’s changed that much. When we were still at Prema, and you went through that vegetarian phase, I caught him once looking up restaurants that have vegetarian options so that you could eat with us when we went out to celebrate.”

You glance down, avoiding Logan’s eyes. Picking at a loose thread at the bottom of your shirt, you say, “That was still years ago.”

“What about all the flirting in the comments,” he asks.

You shrug. You’re not even sure yourself. The way Sophia and Lando had explained things to you, it had certainly seemed like flirting, but the lack of his presence on your posts as of late has made you reconsider your initial beliefs and now you’re not sure what to think.

Realistically, all of this could probably be solved if you just texted him and asked— womaned up, as Sophia would say, and confronted him about your feelings. But there’s still that underlying fear of rejection, and you would never be able to live down the mortification if you did something so bold and had your confidence thrown back in your face.

“So you’re just gonna play pretend with Lando and hope Oscar gets jealous and does something about it?” He sounds genuinely confused. “Isn’t that… mean?”

“That’s what I said!” You exclaim, burying your head in your hands with an exasperated groan. “But Lando and Sophia are so adamant that it’ll work, and they have more relationship experience than I do. I don’t wanna manipulate him at all, but I don’t know what else to do to get his attention again other than talking with him, and I think I might actually throw myself into the ocean if I have to do that.”

Logan’s face scrunches up, “‘Again?’”

You purse your lips and awkwardly shrug as if that’s a good enough answer, but his silent stare persists, so you heave a sigh and fall backward against your pillows, glaring miserably up at your ceiling. “We kissed. Once. In Bahrain.”

He stands from your bed suddenly, pulling your gaze back onto him. His hands are on his hips, his brows are still furrowed and his mouth is still turned downward ever so slightly, but he looks less upset and more determined than anything.

“I’m gonna go get cleaned up. Be ready in thirty minutes,” he says. “We’re going out.”

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━━ a/n: we're going places! i'm very excited for what's in store with the next part! beyond that, though, i am seriously so thankful for how nice everyone has been with this. the reception was so much nicer than i ever could've anticipated, and i'm very excited to keep writing more!

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Dear author, I’m so sorry that someone plagiarised your work especially since you work so hard on your stories 💔😞

We want to help the plagiarised book get taken down so can you please share the link?

If enough people report, the fanfiction site admins will finally listen and take down the plagiarised book, instead of the plagiarism claim being buried.

I hope this issue gets resolved quickly and I hope you have a better day.

UPDATE! Based on this and that and also this.

Thank you, anon. I appreciate your words, but as I stated in one of my previous posts, Wattpad reports are finicky. I believe at this point, we're at day thirteen of dealing with this plagiarizer and day four of it being public and yet despite it all, the plagiarizer has still yet to budge.

So, I thought I'd give another update and give the information we discovered in our findings. As to what we know is copied and from who. Keep in mind, one of these four copies stories has already been taken down and done with. I'll specify which in a moment.

Before I proceed, if you happen to be one of the original writers mentioned in this post and you want your portion removed from this post for whatever reason, let me know. I do not want to upset anyone, except the plagiarizer. At this point in time, I care little for their feelings on the matter when they've had plenty of time to make things right.

The plagiarizer: Kristynaka1

FIRST.

Obviously, the first story that was discovered was mine, with all the information linked in the posts at the very top. I was made aware of this by the inbox from a kind reader. Ever since then, I've been dealing with this plagiarizer.

My mutuals and I found it weird that somehow, the plagiarizer had relatively good grammar with few mistakes in the story. Yet every little note or message they sent, had many spelling mistakes and was sometimes difficult to read. It was inconsistent and strange, and we couldn't make sense of it until we had a theory which some readers in the comments here have already suggested. We theorize that the plagiarizer began to use AI.

Of course, we can't prove this but how else would a user who can't format and type proper messages be able to write whole paragraphs that are actually legible and understandable?

ChatGPT was available to the public sometime in 2022. Before 2022, many of their "stories" were copy and pastes from Tumblr. After 2022, there were differences in the copied stories that made it harder to find the original story and connect it to the original writer. Differences in writing that I doubt the plagiarizer wrote themselves if we go by their messages like:

So yeah. Onto the evidence.

SECOND.

After a few days, one of my mutuals began to suggest searching for the origins of other stories as they doubted any of the posts belonged to the plagiarizer. Low and behold, we found three others. The first of which belonged to @monst and their post. Just by comparing the first paragraph was enough to confirm that.

I won't go into too much detail as the links pretty much say all you need when you actually look at the evidence.

THIRD.

Not even an hour later, we found the second copied story from that oneshot book. Thankfully, there were only two stories there, so there aren't any more copied parts from that series they claim is theirs. The original is @ppsycho and their post. This one again looks like a direct copy, even the image is the same.

FOURTH.

This is the one that was already deleted, thankfully. So there is not many good screenshots I can present, except one before it was gone. So the original writer is @mint-yooxgi and their post.

Here is the only screenshot I have of the wattpad version, just to showcase that it did in fact exist, and it was copied.

So yeah, that's everything for now. If you check out the plagiarizer's profile and recognize the other stories I did not name, please let me know. We thought we found one of them on Quotev, but it wasn't.

Please continue commenting discouragements and reporting the account!

I think I'll leave this off with something I typed last night in a chat:

In whatever way this ends, know that it will end badly for the plagiarizer. They can choose to ignore, but that won't make everything go away. People will remember, I will remember. If they go radio silent and try to forget everything but keep the stories up, comments will still be there. If they try to delete the comments, new comments will just be made. The comments will serve as warnings to others that might stumble across their account, and it will immediately make them click off the account or story because no one wants to read a plagiarized story. The account we see now will just be empty of real readers, so it will remain a miserable little place where each comment will serve as a reminder as to why plagiarism is bad.

Even if they do decide to delete and make another account yet again, whether they decide to copy the same stories they did before or pick entirely new writers to prey upon, it doesn't matter. Readers will either recognize them from before or new readers will notice the plagiarism taking place. It doesn't matter what they do. They will be found and dealt with in some way, shape, or form.

I hope those two or so years of small internet fame were worth it while they lasted.

[aetherial-boy]

I was at the library yesterday and now I’ve calmed down about this I want to talk about it.

If you’re able to take the stairs or wait and you see a physically disabled person waiting for a lift, it will not kill you to get off and wait for the next one or use the stairs so they can use it.

I was waiting for a lift to get from the 7th to 3rd floor with my partner for almost 20 minutes. I was sat on my rollator because I couldn’t stand and wait. People would look at me while pushing the button to close the doors. Someone suggested to my partner that he gets on a lift and wait for me at the floor we were going to.

I saw about three pushchairs and one wheelchair in these lifts. The wheelchair user gave me the most sympathetic and understanding look, while the people with pushchairs looked at me as if I was waiting for no reason. Most of these lifts were full of people standing, and one of them even came past the 7th floor twice while I was still waiting. They’d gone up to the 9th, realised it wasn’t where they were trying to go, and came back down past me. All the same people too, no one got off the lift.

I know that when you don’t know which floor you’re going to that taking the lift seems like the easier option, but please keep disabled people who can’t take the stairs in mind. You may think you’re not the problem, but when everyone uses that line of thought, the lifts end up too crowded and disabled people have to wait a long time to do what you’re able to do either way. I saw so many people wait for a little bit then choose to take the stairs, and I can’t do that.

I am not trying to hurt invisibly disabled people who can’t take stairs or wait here. You are not the problem. Able-bodied people are.

[dustmusings]

fall of an empire

Rex [no pairing]

word count: 1.4k

description: Rex never knew what truly became of his General, but when he finds out as the Empire are driven from power, his galaxy becomes a little bit smaller.

warnings/tags: angst basically, mainly just Rex's internal monologue

a/n: okay. I’ve had this idea for ages and basically held off because I didn't think I'd do it justice (idk that I have), but I guess I just bit the bullet lol. This is really more of a little think piece ? than anything. aaah i get nervy talking about Anakin because I know people have strong opinions about him (me included) so I hope this doesn't tread on any toes lol. For the sake of this, Rex and Luke are kinda familiar with each other

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23 years.

It had been 23 years, almost to the day.

Rex had made his peace with it a long time ago, he had accepted the death of his General, he had done his grieving. He had grieved his friend, the Jedi, the Republic; in many ways, he had grieved himself. Yet here he was, with his General, a Jedi, and the promise of a new Republic to rise and take the place of the Empire.

There was an undeniable sense of accomplishment in the air, a thick blanket of hard-won peace that settled over the rebels and lifted their spirits. Everyone was more at peace than they had been, maybe ever. Rex felt it too, he had been fighting the Empire too long to not recognise the significance of the day's events. Though now, the feeling was bittersweet, overtaken by a melancholy that Rex was sure might never leave him, at least not in the life he still had left in him.

Stood in front of the pyre, watching the fire climb higher and higher and reaching up into the night sky, Rex couldn’t help but feel conflicted. The man that was laid out before him, body engulfed in flames, was both someone he had once known, and someone he hoped he would never meet. Now faced with the truth of who he was, both sentiments still rang true.

He was disturbed at worst, confused at best, more by his own state of mind than the turn of events. He had held such contempt for the creature that enacted the Emperor's will, but he had such love and respect for his General, even long after his assumed death. It left him in a strange place, where the recent triumph no longer felt so triumphant.

It was simply unfathomable that they were the same person, that his friend had fallen so far, turned towards such evil. When he had been told that his General had not only survived the Jedi purge, but enacted it, and gone on to rule at the side of the Emperor, his first instinct had been to deny it. It was out of the question.

He tried to cast his mind back to the war, to find threads of that evil sewn into the memories that he held close to his chest, but he couldn't find it. While the war was certainly not all sunshine and rainbows, it wasn’t so unendingly awful that he would have missed the lick of icy dread that ran through his veins when in close quarters to dark side users. Without even considering that, it seemed out of the question.

General Skywalker was caring, if not a little absurd in his approach to battle, and despite how it could drive him to distraction, Rex wouldn't have changed anything about him. He knew him to be a man of simple ingenuity and fierce courage, and occasionally foolish bravado, but that was nothing like the animal that had come to spread fear and terror across the galaxy.

Rex watched the dying flames, flickers of memories contained in the way they danced with the wind whipping at them. His hands clenched into fists, not in anger, but because he felt the need to ground himself in this moment. He needed to focus on what was real, what he knew to he true, and put unfulfilled notions of futures that could have been behind him. What was done was done. It couldn't be undone, and that was something he would have to come to understand.

Rex had always felt the need for justice, that people should be dealt back what they put into the galaxy, and the finality of watching Vader's body burn in front of him seemed like an obstruction of that. In spite of that, he mourned the man beneath the suit. He would take back every evil thing he did to the galaxy, but selfishly he'd take it back just to spend one more day with his friend, with the man he was before he became twisted by darkness.

The pyre had burned almost fully, leaving smouldering wood and ashes spread around the base. It was a fitting end, perhaps. The Empire had been reduced to ashes, and Vader with it. The memory of their atrocities lingered in the air, like the smoke clinging to his clothes and anything else it could reach.

A hand on Rex's shoulder drew him from the deep pit of his thoughts, and he turned to look into the eyes of the Jedi. They were his eyes, undeniably. Deep blue and shining with wisdom, hope and confidence. Rex had never believed they were qualities that could be passed down by way of genes, but with those eyes watching him carefully, he couldn't see anything else.

“I hope you can find some peace, friend” he spoke with a startling sincerity, a small noble bow of his head accompanying his words.

Rex managed a ‘thank you’ before the young Skywalker patted his shoulder, walking away from the smouldering pile of wood and leaving him alone.

That's how he felt; alone.

Everything he had ever known in his life had been lost to the Empire. His brothers, the Republic, the Jedi, and now he had come to know the truth that his General had been seduced and corrupted by the dark side. It was alienating. He'd always just tried to take everything in stride and hold his head high as he moved on, but the sheer weight of everything that had happened to him throughout his life was crushing.

His days as a cadet, the early days of the war, the immediate aftermath of order 66, fighting to free his brothers from Imperial imprisonment; it was all so tinged by something sinister, immoral. The clones were created for war, so it wasn't a surprise that he didn't know anything else, but a life lead just to die wasn't one that he wanted to live anymore.

Rex realised then that his life had always belonged to Skywalker in some way. First, as his commanding officer, then as a tyrant of the Empire, the reigning power that forced clones into subservience. Though now, he was free of him completely. He was a free man, no question about it, and it was refreshing to acknowledge.

He had never felt like a prisoner under Skywalker's leadership, even looking back after he had come to understand that the clones were essentially slaves to the Republic. Anakin could have ordered him to do anything, and he would have. Rex recognised that was an immense power to have over someone, but even if he could be headstrong sometimes, his general would never have ordered him to do anything outrageous.

Perhaps that's what was the most confusing about having watched his mutated form burn before him. Skywalker was generous, but all he had known of Vader was how much he took from people; their lives, their children. It scared him, but it also proved to him how truly evil the Emperor must have been to be able to twist someone so caring into a monster like that.

He was then overwhelmed by sympathy. Vaders actions were inexcusable, and Rex didn't know that he'd ever fully come to accept the truth of who he was, but he knew that whatever Anakin had gone through to end up so twisted and removed from himself, was most likely more abhorrent than he could imagine.

For that reason, putting him to rest like this felt cathartic, and despite the shock of his true identity, it felt like closure. Really, he was putting two grievances to bed. His General was finally at peace, and the creature that had wreaked havoc on the galaxy could do so no longer.

Rex breathed in deeply, filling his lungs with the cool night air as he looked to the sky. He was free. His life was his own, no longer at the mercy of Skywalker, Vader, the Empire or anyone else. He was still conflicted, and it would probably take him another lifetime to fully process everything, but looking into the ashes that once made up the form of his friend and oppressor, he could already feel a heavy weight lifting from his shoulders.

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[emilylsart]

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[kowupt]

pairings : kang sae-byeok x f!reader cw : fluff, comfort, mutual pining, college au maybe? (word count : 1.3k) synopsis : some connections don’t need words, they just need time (and tamagotchi care tips). neither of them meant to keep coming back—but somehow, they did. author's note : i feel like i've been neglecting my wife, sae-byeok, so here's a cute lil' one for my fav freckled princess! taglist : @saebyeokbliss (users written in bold are in the perm tlist, comment to be in it!◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜)

kang sae-byeok didn't know how you showed up in her life.

that's a lie.

you both knew exactly when it began.. at that cursed park skirting the edge of the city, 2 a.m. on a work night that had no business feeling like fate.

you didn't know why you were there at the first place.

maybe it was insomnia, maybe it was the silence that buzzed painfully in your downtown apartment. or maybe it was the strange pull towards the girl by the lake you had stumbled on that fateful night, flicking stones across the water like she was trying to wake a loch ness monster that was sleeping beneath it.

one of the pebbles—smooth, damp, deliberate—skipped farther than the rest and landed right at your feet.

that's when she looked up.

the both of you just stood there with an awkward, stretched silence that was too fragile to hold.

you stared into each other's gaze like fools. you noticed how the moon made it look like her pupils were glazed over, silver pooling in a hush between you. her hair was muzzled up, probably from running her hands through it one too many times, but you liked how it looked.

sae-byeok was the first to look away. her nose crinkled slightly, a silent shrug rolling off her shoulders before she spun on her heels, those damn converse kicking off the earth as she dematerialized into the forest behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

the air grew colder. the moonlight stretched longer across the lake. and the only thing that remained was the faint ripple where her pebble had last touched the water.

you told yourself it was nothing. just a strange encounter between a bored, off-putting girl and your melancholic self at an ungodly hour. you’d forget about it by morning.

another lie.

curiosity stuck to you. after a week fighting with your own thoughts, your feet wondered back to the same patch of woods and after being met with nothing but failure you went home with your lips curled down into a sad frown.

you were not one to give up.

because the next night, your being wandered back without permission.

and the night after that.

and then again, until it became something you never admitted to anyone.

security footage from the steps of your apartment caught you waddling out at midnight, clad only in a thick puffer jacket and bunny slippers in a pitiful attempt to see her again, maybe even work up the courage to approach her.

but every time you tried, you never saw her. not right away, but there were always traces :

freshly turned dirt by the lake where someone had stood, the smell of smoke from a cigarette that had gone out too quickly, a single pebble lying too neatly by the edge of the lake.

so you decided to venture in broad daylight.

after scouring the trail for that familiar freckled-face for what seemed like hours, passing by pine trees you swore you've encountered before in your journey, you sighed in defeat, perching on top of a nearby worn-out bench to mope, the wood groaning beneath you.

she probably only comes around at night, you were just too late to catch her in the act! you thought.

but you were wrong, because just as you were about to gather your things and leave, a figure slumps into the empty spot beside you.

that girl.

kang sae-byeok.

and suddenly, now that you were confronted by her presence, faced with the very person you'd been searching for.. it was as if you lost the mere ability to socialize, words getting caught in your throat.

so you did the only thing your scrambled mind could offer.

pulling out your cherished first-generation tamagotchi—easter egg patterned, still blinking with life out of your bag and wordlessly held it out in your open palm like it was a peace offering.

sae-byeok looked at you like you were crazy. her gaze flickered between your face and the pixelated creature wiggling in the tiny screen, its shiny eyes pleading for snacks or attention, maybe both.

then, the corner of her mouth twitched. not quite a smile, but close.

sae-byeok reached into her satchel, the one with the bright yellow 'i like cats' button pinned near the strap and student id card swinging slightly from a lanyard locked into one of the zippers and pulled out a sparkly green tamagotchi.

"oh."

from then on, your friendship blossomed in odd, quiet spaces. nights spent leaning against the same tree, knees brushing against each other but never enough to say something about it.

you traded snacks, silence, and digital pet advice like it was a sacred ritual.

she'd scowl when her little pet pal, chai, died unexpectedly (even though it was 100% her fault for neglecting it). you'd call it ugly, she'd call yours worse.

there were no expectations. just a mutual understanding in the stillness of the woods. two people who never quite fit right elsewhere, finding comfort in the silence beside each other.

and somehow, that was enough.

at least for now.

but it didn't happen all at once.

there was no grand gesture, no magical kiss under the stars or sweeping gesture pulled from a romance film.

maybe it was the way sae-byeok started to wait for you whenever your running late to your meet-ups instead of pretending to not care. or how she began bringing two drinks instead of one, offering a cigarette every time your gaze lingered at the bud hanging low on her lips..

but you noticed. of course you did.

"you always come back." she murmured, her voice quieter than usual.

"so do you," you replied, trying not to breathe too loud, afraid it would break the moment.

she stared at you for a while. long enough for the air to stretch and settle between you.

then, without warning, her hand found yours. cold, despite the warmth that bloomed in your chest.

not gently. not dramatically. just… firmly. like it had always been meant to be there. yours didn’t pull away, instead, your fingers weaved in between hers.

you didn't talk about it the next day, or the day after.

but you kept holding hands.

sometimes it was subtle, soft. sometimes it'd seem like your life depended on it. nevertheless, your pinkies would sometimes hook and brush against each other as you reached for a book at the local library.

conversations stayed casual. complaints about class, part-time jobs, the occasional sarcastic jab that made her lips twitch up in amusement. but every once in a while, she glances over at you like she was waiting for something. like she was daring for you to say the thing neither of you wanted to say first.

you never did.

neither did she.

and one evening, as the sky paints itself lavender and the lake had remained still enough to reflect everything back.

you rested your head on her shoulder.

sae-byeok's body tensed up.

not because it was sudden, but because it wasn't.

she had imagined this exact moment more times than she’d admit. because you didn't say anything, didn't warn her or utter a stupid joke as you did it. you were just there. as if you'd always been.. face buried at the crook of her neck.

she didn't dare to say a word.

instead, sae-byeok tilted her head gently until her cheek rested against your hair, breathing a scent of the sweet, addicting, floral perfume you had on matched with the bitter scent of her cigarette smoke sticking to your curls.

and in that silence, in that stillness, in that shared breath—you realized.

you were already in it.

whatever it was.

you both hadn't dared to call it by name.

not just yet.