#1) this blog is not my main

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Wuthering Waves has taken over all of my free time recently, so here's a sketch of Scar!Ren I originally shared in da 14DWY Discord!!

[chaoticsquiddo]

-Come play with us-

FNAF is so nostalgiacore. I could make up a bunch of waffle about how this represents some kind of clashing duality of nostalgia but in reality, I couldn't decide which background image was better so I just went with both.✨

[sundaywarning]

Hey do you guys like mother .

[ask-ranma-and-ryoga]

[piepiepiemag]

trying desperately to convince everyone around me that i am, in fact, not in love with montague fortnite (no one is buying it)

[jacarandaaaas]

the misogyny of this fandom is disappointing but not surprising.

[overtake]

max + mitch crossover episode

[b3achysurfur]

watching all the new fans complain about the episode delays but I was there during the 406 day drought and the january famine ✊

[beatcroc]

hi. vore on main. no that's it that's the post this is straight up genuinely and unironically voreposting on main. mostly just a lot of cutsey dumb goofy shit, but monsterfucker brain did get ahold of me for a bit there so there's also a handful that are uhhhh Spicy. nothing explicit, but like, It's Vore Dude, so if you look under the cut that is YOUR problem ok? ok.

ok listen before i move on i have to put it out there look i KNOW i drew the funny rat skeleton comic with this guy but that was ONLY because it was funny. thats not my real belief, he doesn't have any organs at all he is just a sack of gunk. he is harmless. it's basically just the same inside as on the outside but slightly more damp since it's not exposed to air to give him that drier 'skin' layer.

also i already typed this out in my friendserver so im pasting it here now too. my stance on fp re: horniness is i really can't see him as a 'sexual' being, per se, especially with how non-biological he is, but also he really really really likes physical intimacy so if you are giving him permission to be weird and touchy on you in any context, let alone one both parties would enjoy, i mean. he's not gonna say no. this Could be about sex or w/e if someone wanted to fuck him but more relevantly here yeah it's about vore. i think that's categorically about the Most you can be touchy/in contact on a guy so yeah thats always what he's going to go for. tangentially he just thinks it's fun to make peppino* flustered so since pep does not particularly Enjoy being vored, fp has other options to Get Up In There for something else pep might enjoy *spoken generally for whatever theoretical partner, just peppino is the one that's readily available here and fun to use

also while im here id like to say. no peppino is not a monsterfucker are you kidding me. he is not going to ever go out of his way for weirdness. weirdness really has a way of finding him though, and he's shockingly tolerant of it as long as he doesn't clock it as a threat. anyway what im saying is if you got a big clingy beast around and al up in your business all the time shits just gonna kinda Happen sometimes. he's certainly not going to Encourage it but if hes already in that situation, might as well at that point.

[thequeenofcarvenstone]

would you know him in the dark? | 22.7k, 6 chapters, completed | E | getting together, feelings revelation, hurt eddie diaz, a story told through the five senses

a/n: written for GideonAstraNova on Twitter as part of @911actions. visit the main blog to learn more.

It was weird, having to be guided into his own house. This was the threshold he knew, one Eddie walked through every day. He knew the little step up, the way the door stuck and the chipped paint on the jam. He’d stepped through this door after a hospital stay many times – too many times – but now he had Buck’s big hand on his elbow and one hand held out to the side, fingers trying to find the wood. He had never stepped through his own doorway blind. “Yeah – yeah, there you go,” Buck said softly, and Eddie could hear the shuffle of his feet somewhere in front of Eddie, already in the house, “Now there’s a little step,” “I know,” Eddie didn’t want to snap, didn’t want to sound so short with Buck, he knew the other was just trying to help, but it was — it was frustrating. He couldn’t see his way into his own house — “Careful!” The warning came too late, the toe of Eddie’s shoe catching on the lip of the threshold and causing him to pitch forward. He threw a hand out, the one that wasn’t already in Buck’s grip, to try and catch himself. Panic tickled at the back of his throat as he anticipated the hardwood colliding with his knees or nose, Dr. Kaur’s words floating to the forefront of his mind: “be careful”. Be careful or he could end up permanently blind instead of only recovering from intensive eye surgery. But instead of the floor of his house, Eddie was suddenly caught by the very warm and sturdy chest of his best friend. “Shit, Eds, Eds are you alright?” Eddie could feel Buck’s hands, big and strong, on his upper arms, righting him before moving to cup at his face, his thumbs brushing the edge of the gauze bandages around his eyes. Eddie swallowed, the rough scrape of his own stubble against Buck’s hands loud in his ears. “I’m okay,” he said softly, gripping Buck to steady himself, both in his heart and in his mind. Since moving to LA, Buck had become a constant in Eddie’s life, always there to help catch him when he stumbled, only now it was a little more literal. Eddie forced out a joke to ease his own tension. “Maybe you should have carried me through the door.” Buck let out a laugh. “You wish.” “Yeah,” Eddie chuckled in return, trying to calm the little spike of adrenaline from his stumble. He took a breath, letting it out as slow and measured as he could while still gripping Buck’s shoulders, like he was a lost kite tumbling in the wind and Buck was the branches of a tree Eddie’s strings had been snagged on. Buck’s muscles flexed a little as he shifted his own hold on Eddie, and the feeling made something buzz deep in Eddie's head. He cleared his throat.

read on ao3

[i-scan-your-poems]

The funny thing with a blog like this is that none of my posts are original posts, so I don't get notifications about where and to what extent they're circulating. 31 of you followed me today and I have no idea what post of mine you even saw.

[iraprince]

also wow this new ui on desktop.... SUCKS................. on one hand i can see that they're TRRRYYYYING??? to listen to us when we say "cluttering the page up w a bunch of garbage is bad" but they've overshot it and decided to hide every useful/regularly-clicked button from us behind a nesting cascade of additional unnecessary clicks. that is not what we meant but thanks for trying

[plaguedpriest]

GUESS WHO JUST GOT HIS LEGAL NAME & GENDER CHANGE !!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

[ominous-feychild-writes]

“What if we just… quit?” I ask suddenly.

Noah is washing the dirt and plaster off his arms, scrubbing them so hard that what little of his skin isn’t scarred is bright pink. His scars are so faded that they look decades old.

We’re only twenty, but he looks so much older.

“I can’t,” he says simply, not looking at me as he washes the last bit of soap down the sink. His voice barely even broke.

The television host’s voice chatters for us.

“Stormwalker and Supernova: heroes, or no better than the villains?” it says, staticky from poor connection.

Our apartment is on the outskirts of the city—even as government workers, we’re paid far too little to live downtown. Even if it’d make our jobs easier to be there.

“—today the two heroes helped make a record number of arrests, stopping three riots and two villain attacks within one day. But are they any—”

“Why not?” I ask, pushing myself off the stool and moving to put a hand on his shoulder.

He shrugs it off.

“Because it’s the right thing to do.”

He finally turns to look at me, silent resignation written all over his face. He tries to fake a reassuring smile, but I know better.

“—left thousands of dollars in damages and thousands more homeless as—”

That’s their excuse for paying us so little. ‘Because they need it to repair the destruction left in our wake.’ ‘If we want to be paid better, we should do a better job; don’t cause so much damage.’

If it’s so easy, why don’t you do it yourself? Try dodging lasers while saving people, while leading the villains away from populated areas, while trying to take them down! Then—then you can tell us to ‘do a better job!’

“Even if they can’t appreciate it,” Noah finishes defeatedly.

The pain in his eyes makes me want to fly all the way to the reporters, standing out front of the half-destroyed West Bank and talking trash about us, and to punch them so hard they go flying into the wreckage themselves.

Like Noah was when Genesis made him pick between himself and the people trying to flee the streets.

Lasers do an incredible amount of damage, even to people whose skin is hard as rock and bones are hard as steel. Even Noah—Stormwalker himself—couldn’t fight against those.

That kind of force—powerful enough to send a man of steel through stone walls—is strong enough to cause cuts and scrapes and bruises on one of the strongest heroes in the world.

But, yeah. ‘Do better.’

I can’t even step in myself. I have to stand back from afar, watching Noah get bloodied and bruised while reporters salivate at the thought of talking shit about us once the danger is over. I have to wait for Noah to get close enough for me to heal him.

Because that’s all I can do. Heal.

Next to Noah, I feel useless.

I’m just as squishy as everyone else, but I still put myself at risk in order to help the heroes. Well, mostly just Noah. But he and Supernova are the only heroes in this city, so.

‘Do better,’ they say.

I want to spit in all of their faces.

‘It’s the right thing to do, even if they don’t appreciate it,’ Noah says.

“Okay,” I say gently. I fight the urge to cup my hand around his cheek.

Part 2 | Part 3

Divider from @cafekitsune

[jessmalia]

Decided on a whim to listen to The Lightning Thief musical soundtrack and I had honestly forgotten how good this story is and how much I love these characters, and it just made me so unfathomably angry, because the reason I had forgotten this is because this goddamn fandom had driven me away. The PJO fandom is the most toxic, unwelcoming and close-minded fandom I've ever come across, which is saying a lot, because all fandoms are hell at large. It has always been bad, but in the aftermath of the show premiering in 2023, I couldn't post anything without getting attacked for my opinions. I had to distance myself from this series that I love cause the comments really were having a negative effect on my mental health, which is strange cause internet hate usually doesn't get to me long term. But it just grew into this dread whenever I'd post something, because I knew that the response would be negative.

And fuck the PJO fandom for that. Fuck all y'all.

But bending to tyrants has never my style, so I'm not gonna keep this up anymore. I'm gonna reread the books now and I'm gonna blog about it and you are all just gonna have to deal with it.

[privaterecording1clips]

genuine question: where does “private recording 1” come from?? i’m out of the loop, i didn’t realize a whole fan community existed!

Wonderful question!! It is true that this is sort of a fandom-made name for this “group” but let me explain!

Private Recording 1 I believe comes from a voice-chat within Chilled’s discord server that is often used for streaming (and sometimes recording?). I don’t know how it got adopted by us, it just did lmao. The name incorporates basically anyone who is a regular in the streams (and videos) of Chilled, Ze, and Co. since they’re kind of at the epicentre of everyone, but of course it is not necessary for them to be included (The cool thing about PR1 is that pretty much anyone can come and go, and the term “group” is… incredibly loose)

Us as a fandom are a small bunch, but we do our best and are very passionate about our streamers!!

I’m gonna put a little rant (all good things, all good things lol) in the RBs about how much I love what PR1 is <3 Thanks for the question!!