#Fandom feels so...quiet nowadays I think

[druidonity2]

Very often the only thing that gets me to work past adhd/depression/etc and actually draw and write my ideas down is the HOPE that someone will leave a comment or tag expressing a positive emotion in response. When no one says anything I often feel like I did something wrong. It's like that phrase 'silence is deafening'. I genuinely cannot even begin to explain how happy it makes me to see someone leave a sentence or paragraph in the tags. It reminds me I exist (in a good way).

It is people like you that keep artists alive. You are the backbone of art communities and fandoms.

[non-un-topo]

I realize I've been so flaky with responding to asks, finishing my drawings or fics I promised, etc. I've kind of been drifting in and out of tumblr without interacting much. Real life just finally started, and I need to build up a ton of motivation and find time before I can work on a fandom project. Just wanted to say that I'm still here and still working on stuff, just slowly.

[sanemisstalker]

N/SFW. Minors DNI

CW: GN reader / Men's Mental Health IG ???

KNY characters that I think are more prone to cumming in their pants / NSFW

Giyu

-He's inexperienced.

-I admire the almost fandom consensus of him being either resident, sexy, black haired, quiet anime boy, and/or 'nobody likes this friendless loser, he definitely has a tumblr'

-Any attention, platonic or not, from someone he's attracted to is enough to make Giyu get an apparent boner. He's prone to them when the people he admires say genuinely nice things to him.

-He doesn't get to hear nice things a lot, nor does he take compliments easily, so when he believes them, his body can't help but believe them too.

-He'd rather it not be that way, but due to his floundering mental health, and general isolation, Giyu isn't jerking off very often, nor is he able to get it up when he wants to, so he just goes... months without thinking about it sometimes.

-Could definitely cum from kissing too hard. Not just kissing, but particularly the rough treatment.

-Giyu must be incredibly touch starved, I imagine. I can't fiction the last time he's hugged someone. That scene where he's holding Shinobu, perhaps?

-So when he's getting so much attention, especially so much positive, romantic attention, even if it's a little rough, I'm sure his dick would be at full mast.

-he doesn't think he's predisposed to masochism or anything. He'd hope he wasn't, but it feels better when he's kissing, and maybe his hair is being pulled on, just a little.

-he'd be very embarassed. He wouldn't cry or anything, but I think he'd get up and leave the room. He knows you knew what happened, he didn't moan, but he flinched because the build up was so immediate, and he just couldn't stop.

-How pathetic. He can't show his face infront of you ever again. All he does is ruin good things. You're definitely disgusted by him.

-Even if he didn't realize how pretty his face looked during his orgasm.

Gyutaro

-Everyday I fight the gyutaro incel allegations, and everyday I fail.

-Gyutaro is socially inept, to put it blatantly. He spends an incredible amount of time locked away in his sister, and rarely chooses to come out unless eating for the two, or-

-if he needs to jerk off. A rarity, nowadays. Looking the way he looks can do a real number on one's ability to self-pleasure. He also isn't able to seek out assistance from any brothels- He still looks the way he looks. He's no Muzan- blessed with the ability to change his appearance at will.

-So when you're on top of Gyutaro, and he feels the curve of your ass in his palm, and your sex is positioned right on top of his, just barely grazing his clothed cock, as you try and teach him how to kiss (he's doing his best, but he knows he's not good-)

-He cums, and he cums hard. He grips down on your hips, and goes wide eyed, unable to stop the moan that rips its way from his throat... and then quickly moves you off of him.

-He isn't even finished when he moves you, he's shakey armed, and he nearly drops you.

-he's mortified. After all this time, he finally gets someone willing to touch him, and he blows it. He's borderline inconsolable- switching between begging you not to look at him and begging you not to hate him-

-but the noise he made was just so... pathetic.

Haganezuka

-Men dedicated to their craft don't have time to cum? Silly of you to assume he's ever even seen another person naked. That would imply he looked away from a sword for long enough to register it.

-On a completely serious note (as serious as I can be writing this), It'd be quite awkward interacting with Haganezuka sexually. His mind has been so consumed by perfection that, even if he wasn't dedicated to the blade, he's almost prevented himself from ever being able to cum in a social setting.

-He's developed a phobia of new situations he can't control. Especially sexual ones. Swords are easy and gratifying. Why would he ever need to cum when he can just make a sword and have it be respected and revered. Wouldn't that be nice-

-So when you started rubbing him over his pants, he was, admittedly, panicking. It's not like he went nearly 4 decades without using his dick... He'd just... gone 2 and a half decades without using his dick. Nowhere near the same.

-You'd barely even touched it, barely even pressed your lips to his neck, and Haganezuka was panting.

-The fear coursing through his veins, and the attention his forgotten cock was receiving- He grew more unsightly by the second...

-and then you pressed a particularly soft kiss to the corner of his lips and he was done for. That was his first kiss-

-Though shocked, you'd pump Haganezuka through his orgasm. It'd be enough to go through his pants, and spill over your hand.

-He'd grip your robes, and will you closer to him. His heels would slam into the floorboard, and he'd try to bury his face in your neck, attempting to muffle the groan he'd loose, only to fail tremendously.

-He'd be huffy after. Mad at himself and disguising it as being mad at you.

-'Well, maybe you shouldn't touch me anymore, if you found it so gross! Did you consider that? Just not touching me- ever?'

-but you saw how sad he looked when you said you'd do whatever he wanted. What a simple man.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Asking to hang out with them outside the mansion

Except not all creepypastas will accept so the line up is shorter than before djdwkdkfk

You all know tje drill!! Doesn't have to be connected to the other slender mansion posts but there may or may not be references!

Characters: ticci toby, jeff the killer, nina The killer, Ben drowned, Eyeless jack, laughing jack

Notes: gn reader, new crp reader, mansion au, some of them only come because they can 'hide in plain sight', long post, admin misses old crp fandom, not to be taken seriously, some characters overlap, platonic leaning

CWs: mentions of canon typical violence and death

TICCI TOBY

Honestly he doesn't go out of the woods all that often outside of snatching some snacks from some gas station... and he sometimes pays if any recent corpses had their wallets...!

He usually either goes alone or with jeff (and sometimes Ben is there), but he's fine with you tagging along! Its... actually nice at night around here. The stars are cool..! Its.. quiet. He probably shows you some of his favorite hang out spots- just as a little treat for not being annoying. Just don't let it slip that he hides out here sometimes..!

Get ready to not come back to the mansion until dawn, he's a night owl for the most part. You guys might not even have to bother with breakfast... pats you both. These bad boys can fit so much junk food

JEFF THE KILLER

If he's not with Toby he's off doing his own thing. Naturally when you ask to go out to town he thinks you're asking if you wanna go slash up some people... I mean... he might end up doing it anyway if people don't fuck off- sometimes people deserve a good stab...!... kidding kidding, geez y/n can't you tell when he's joking! ...he's joking, right...?

He doesn't like going around town honestly. Not that he's scared he'd get caught more so he just... doesn't feel for the vibe all that much. He's grown so used to not being in these kinds of spaces that it feels weird to be back

Blasts music in abandoned parking lots while you two go back and forth. A lot of it is shit talk- it's only really when you're away from the mansion that you guys can talk unfiltered about whatever bullshit whoever did

NINA THE KILLER

Let's hope you don't have anything planned the next day because you're not going to be coming back until well after sunrise... and you'll likely be feeling everything for... a few hours after a well deserved rest

Lots of running around and sneaking into events- clubs, bars, things like that. Anywhere that's loud and packed. You guys might end up getting kicked out... and she hasn't even stabbed anyone... yet...! She'd stab a creeper for you without hesitation

Horrific food combinations from whatever you grab from any gas stations. Best not to try whatever she throws together...

BEN DROWNED

LAUGHING JACK

He can't really go out and wander the streets given hes... a huge monochrome clown... so you've gotta carry him around in his box when there's other people around... you don't mind that.. right..?

Peeks out just enough to talk to you when you're walking around- keeps asking where you're both going and if you're there yet. You look a little weird to passerby who overhear you muttering to the music box

Honestly he's happy doing whatever you wanna do- he hardly ever actually gets to wander..! Most of his 'exploration outside the mansion' is him slipping into households and doing his own thing... and he doesn't even do that that often nowadays..

EYELESS JACK

Honestly? You're surprised he didn't instantly shoot you down... given he's always locked up in his room, not talking to anyone.... at least he's making an effort to humor you...? Or maybe it's pity. Either way it's more than he gives the others

Though... you guys don't really go into town. If you want snacks or anything like that you either have to go yourself or pack your own- but to be fair... jack doesn't really... eat... at least not normal stuff...

Lots of wandering and checking out parks- quiet, lonely, lifeless... its.. nice not being so cooped up and jack seems to agree. At least he looks less tense..! Though... not much talking

He and Jeff are a package deal thanks to Ben's whole... tied to tech thing. He's the one in change of the music and he WILL say something if you have trash taste- or at least music he doesn't much care for

There isn't much he can really do in terms of activities... sometimes that sours the mood since he's at least a little resentful of that..

Keep him in the conversation! You may not be buddy buddy but keeping him involved keeps things running smooth!

[d1vine-vlood]

APH Nordics

I hate how Hetalia fandom writes characters completely out of their original character (r4pist France/Spain or dumb Prussia) but I think to greatest victims of fandom are Nordics.

I don't blame anyone for believing in those head canons, nordics don't have much screen time, and comparing to other characters don't many fan fictions and are mostly just background npcs so its not hard to copy their non canon character traits.

Finland was being written as a cute little shy twink, nowadays most people are portraying him as tough metalhead like @itsbenjiiswear (bless his precious heart I love him) I personally noticed that he is somewhere in between. Its true that he likes gothic/dark things (also Finland has massive metal/rock music scene-personally I love HIM) but in the manga he is also shown as a little awkward, shy (mostly around Sweden, but he is taken aback by the presence of Norway) and sweet, caring (Iceland&Norway's birthday) He's also shown to feel comfortable around Denmark. He's cinnamon roll and he might have problem with setting boundaries (Sweden) and he might be a little over thinker but he is not a pussy, Himaruya said that he is very vindictive, he can be intense with getting what he wants and sometimes talk faster than thinking. Don't forget about his love for nature!

Sweden beside his "death stare" is also really nice and described to have good sense of humor by Himaruya. He also have big heart and is really socially awkward, and because of this awkwardness he is constantly making Finland uncomfortable, not because he doesn't care abut his feelings, he just can't express them differently despite his love for him.

Denmark is intense, Himaruya made him really energetic and loud, which makes him overwhelming for rest of the nordics (mostly Norway) but the biggest issue is fandom making him dumb. He can be self centred (not selfish!!!) but he has big knowledge (design for example) and is very confident about himself and it is important in debates. He's also caring about his group, he is calling them his brothers and tries to encourage them to work together like family. He might be annoying but his intentions are pure.

Iceland is actually not written out of character that much I think. He is awkward, short tempered teenager who acts more mature han he actually is, but deep down really wants to be closer to his family.

Last but not least, Norway. God, this one is so mischaracterised by fandom, literally no one wrote good fanfiction with him. First of all, stop looking at him by dennor. Dennor is trash. Norway is not tsundere, he is just constantly annoyed with Denmark's behaviour. This ship wouldn't work because 1-like I said Norway doesn't like Denmark's loud behaviour and how he's trying to act like big brother to Iceland 2-it is incest ship (sorry not sorry) they're treating each others like brothers, and are both germanic people (its different with Sweden and Finland since Finland is Finno-urgic) so it's just like suden or norice. Norway is not tsundere, Himaruya has a style with writing tsunderes (Romano, England). Actually Iceland is more tsundere type than him. Norway is really caring towards Iceland, he really tries to be a good brother for him. Norway is even annoyed when Denmark tries to act like a brother for Iceland. He's also shown as a quiet type, but not "scary quiet" more like "weird quiet" since he's always talking with his mythological friends. His minds also works a bit more "quirky" and often coming up with strange ideas or doing non logical things (checking online shop while being in the shop just to sent links to Icelands to things he could easily show him in the shop). He's also rather stoic and reliable than mean.

Im sorry if I made any mistakes, English is not my first language. Feel free to comment!

[hard-deckpilots]

Trinkets & Memories.

Fandom: Top Gun. Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Y/N! Mitchell. Summary: After the mission Maverick and Rooster went on, Rooster helps Mav in the hanger. Then finds a trinket from childhood that you had helped keep safe. Warnings: Mentions of Goose's and Carols' death. Tears. Mentions of grief. Mentions of near death experience. Wordcount: 647 Tags: @sebsxphia A/n: Only a short fic but an idea i shared this morning became a fic, so hope you enjoy.

Image not mine.

Helping Maverick out on the P-51 Mustang and become a common past time for Bradley nowadays. Now that the Dagger Squad had been based permanently at Fighter Town, he had time to catch up with Maverick and catch up with you. Y/n Mitchell. Mavericks only kid, who had known Bradley his whole life.

Maverick had left to go to the store and grab something. Leaving Bradley to wash himself up and put the tools away. He heard a bike pull up and naturally thought it was Maverick.

"Hey Mav, I put all the tools away so you wouldn't have to worry." Bradley spoke not seeing it was you.

"Wrong Mitchell there chicken egg." You spoke softly. As Bradley realised it was you, he span around and quickly ran over to hug you. You held each other tight for a few minutes and then Bradley let you back onto the floor.

"You're alive Bradley." You smiled softly cupping his cheek. "Thank you for keeping dad alive. I would've killed you both if you died."

Bradley leaned into your hand and relished your touch. It had been a while since you had seen each other, Bradley going on multiple deployments and missions. Then you travelling around on your motorbike.

"He saved me Y/n." Bradley spoke softly and then looked over at the wall with all the pictures. So many memories and trinkets of Mavericks life. Pictures of you and Bradley in high school going to homecoming, he had asked you that year especially since he was the only boy maverick trusted.

Pictures of Goose, Carol and baby Bradley... Goose and Carol. When Carol passed away, you lost count of the days and nights where Bradley spent mourning the loss of both his parents. Your dad only could do so much, suffering so much grief, regret and guilt in his own way after the crash.

The man in front of you now wasn't the same Bradley you knew when you were younger. But he was still your Bradley no matter how much you saw each other over the years.

"Uhm... I have something of yours that I found the other day in our storage unit." You spoke as you walked over to the locker that was next to your dads,

"You do?" Bradley asked curiously and walked over with you.

"I don't remember when or how I kept it with me... I think you may have left it at mine when we use to play." You responded and you pulled out a toy of an F-14, like the ones Maverick and Goose use to fly in.

"You... You still have that? I was wondering where that had went... You had it all this time." Bradley smiled holding the toy, turning it over in his hand.

"Just wanted a reminder of my favorite chicken egg I suppose." You leaned into his side, "Dad said you're permanently based here now, is that true?" You asked softly.

"That's right... you wanna go out at some point?" He responded with a question as he dragged you to the sofa that's in the hanger.

"I would but not today." Your response was quiet as Bradley laid on the sofa and you laid on top of him. All you could feel was Bradley's hand stroking through your hair which eventually led you drifting off to sleep.

By the time Maverick had gotten back he saw you both asleep and smiled. Grabbing a spare blanket he laid it over the pair of you to keep you warm. As Maverick was about to walk away he saw the toy plane and picked it up placing it with all the trinkets that go on his memory wall. But then he also took a picture of you and Bradley to add to the wall.

"Bradley is good for you kiddo." Maverick whispered as he went into his trailer.

[eeechooo]

Sweet Victory

Fandom : Lockwood and co Gn x George Karim Request by : @happygoosebird "You’re struggling with studying for a test and George offers to help. There are cookies involved."

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You banged your head on the table, making it shake once before it stilled completely. The library was quiet, or would be, if it weren’t for the way you were scribbling in your notebook, full of doodles and messy handwriting. There was no way you’d be able to learn everything for tomorrow, and time was ticking, leaving you only a few hours before dinner.

Great. You could do it.

One glance at your notes was all it took to make you groan, resisting the temptation to bang your head on the wall this time. Why didn’t you study earlier? Maybe because the goddamn agency needed you. Working here part-time was extremely odd, but you didn’t mind one bit; your colleagues were lovely (most of the time, when tea was ready). However, most of them did not know how to study properly.

One was reckless, never thinking twice before doing something that could lead to an awful, atrocious death. Or maybe he thought twice and was just THAT crazy. I guess we’ll never know. The second one would follow him with a groan followed by heart eyes—mixed signals, if you ask me. That left the last one, who knew best how to work like you had to do right now.

Except he was always busy nowadays. Working on a new case, you all had to be prepared. If one guy HAD to be prepared enough, it was him. One wrong piece of information, and you were all screwed. Mind you, that never happened—knock on wood.

How could you even focus with the smell of cookies, warm and— you knew it—so, so sweet? Your stomach growled, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten for hours. You suddenly stopped doodling mindlessly.

That was NOT Lockwood; he could burn water. That was NOT Lucy, and you could tell from a mile away that those weren’t store-bought. The realization hit you like a cold splash of water—it had to be George.

You stood up immediately and ran to the kitchen, notebook and pen in hand. George was standing by the counter, meticulously arranging a tray of freshly baked cookies. The aroma was heavenly, a perfect blend of chocolate and something else—possibly a hint of caramel.

“You know, staring at your notes like that won’t magically transfer the information into your brain,” George said, his tone laced with his usual sarcasm. He didn’t look up as he continued arranging the cookies, his fingers deftly moving each one into a perfect row.

You sighed. “I know, George. I’m just… overwhelmed. There’s so much to cover and so little time.”

George finally looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Then you’re in luck. I’ve decided to bestow my infinite wisdom upon you. Plus, I’ve got cookies. One for every chapter we review together.”

Your eyes lit up at the mention of cookies. “Really? You’d help me?”

“Don’t look so surprised,” George smirked, handing you a cookie. “I can be quite the Good Samaritan when I want to be. Now, let’s see what you’ve got.”

You handed over your notes, watching as George’s eyes scanned the messy handwriting and doodles. He raised an eyebrow. “Interesting approach to note-taking. Ever considered actually writing down useful information instead of… whatever this is?”

You shrugged, feeling a bit defensive. “For someone who hates hypocrisy, just look at the Thinking Cloth! It helps me think...”

George chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, we’ll work with what you’ve got. First, let’s tackle this chapter on medieval history. Did you know that if you break down the timeline into smaller chunks and associate each with a specific event, it’s easier to remember?”

You nodded, trying to keep up. George’s way of thinking was always so methodical, so precise. It was intimidating at times, but right now, it was exactly what you needed.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small notebook, flipping through it quickly. “We’ll use these cookies as mnemonic devices. For example, this cookie shaped like a castle can represent the year the Normans invaded England.”

You took the castle-shaped cookie, turning it over in your hands. “That… actually makes sense. What about the Battle of Hastings?”

George handed you a cookie with a little sword drawn on it with icing. “This one. Every time you think of the Battle of Hastings, think of this cookie. Easy, right?”

You couldn’t help but smile. George’s unconventional methods were starting to make studying seem less daunting. “You know, you’re pretty good at this.”

George shrugged, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Just don’t let it get around. I have a reputation to maintain.”

The two of you settled into a rhythm, reviewing each chapter, associating key events with different cookies. The study session became a game, and with each correct answer, you felt more confident, more prepared.

Hours passed, and you realized you’d covered more ground than you ever thought possible. George’s sarcastic remarks and acerbic sense of humor kept the mood light, making the information easier to digest. By the time you reached the last chapter, the tray of cookies was nearly empty, and you felt a sense of accomplishment.

“See?” George said, handing you the last cookie. “I told you we’d get through it. You just needed the right motivation.”

You took the cookie, feeling a wave of gratitude. “Thanks, George. I really appreciate this.”

He shrugged, looking almost embarrassed. “Don’t mention it. Just make sure you ace that test. I don’t want my efforts to go to waste.”

You laughed, feeling a renewed sense of determination. With George’s help, you knew you could do it. As you packed up your notes, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, studying wasn’t so bad after all—especially when there were cookies involved.

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Days later, after the test results were posted, you rushed to the bulletin board, heart pounding. There it was—your name, right next to a high score you could scarcely believe.

Feeling a mix of relief and elation, you immediately thought of George. You found him in the library, nose deep in an old, dusty tome about the Problem, George being George.

“George,” you called, a wide grin spreading across your face. “I did it! I aced the test!”

George looked up from his book, his expression as neutral as ever, though you noticed a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “Of course you did,” he said with a smirk slowly appearing. “Those cookies weren't for nothing.”

You laughed, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. “Do you know what we should do to celebrate?”

He stared at you for at least ten seconds, his features still.

“Cookies?”

“Cookies.”

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I lowkey hate it, but I think it was a nice excercise, thank you for your request! I actually thought about some ideas during an exam, not sure if it was the best thing to do but what's done is DONE.

@neewtmas

(if you want/don't want to be tagged in the future, just tell me!)

[four-comma-five-verse]

Yes hello it is I, an Estonian.

Can I just say I am happy to find a Latvian in the fandom. Years ago it felt impossible to find someone from Latvia 😭

I adore your art style and am very interested in your ocs and hope to see more of them soon! (Also the idea of how Latvia himself was born is very 👀👀👀, I'm also eyeing that Livonia)

Keep doing what you're doing <3

- @hetaestoniahq

!!!! Hello! :D Everyone’s been so nice ever since i stopped lurking and actually started interacting with the fandom, this is so cool :)

It was also really cool to see that people from the Baltics were making stuff in the fandom when I got back here a few months ago! Tho Latvians are a rare breed, you're right about that. We're kind of quiet like that ig.

(Btw wanted to shoot back the appreciation right back at you - i really like your blog! Reading more about our northern neighbours is always a treat.)

also im gonna use this oportunity to ramble abt my oc's - ive been trying to write a fic abt them for almost a full month now, but that beast just keeps growing out of my control. 😭

Latvia's birth was basically me being sentimental and loving identity shenanigans. He's all of them and none of them at the same time, he's the same and something completely new. All of their names feel like his. When asked “What were you doing in the 12th century?” he has four different answers. He does not remember any of their languages. He killed them, their dead, gone, gone. Theyre him, and he still carries on their inside jokes. He is the end, the beginning and a continuation at the same time.

Also it was very important to me that he's born in a very anticlimactic moment, so to say. It just felt right.

(The identity shenanigans don’t end at Latvia w my oc’s – all of them participate in them in some ways, but no one does it more than Semigallia, Selonia and Latgallia. Semigallia bcs before the Crusades she’s a girl, but after some time he slowly transitions to a guy, bcs he starts feeling like a different person (He changes his human name from Līga to Jānis, which is so based of him) . Selonia and Latgallia – bcs Latgallia sort of assimilates Selonia during the 14th century and they are one person until the Duchy of Livonia is split into Swedish and Polish Livonia and so they split again – into two people who will become Vidzeme and Latgallia. But Vidzeme is not Selonia or Latgallia, and even though Latgallia keeps the same name she is also not who she was before. Neither of them deal with that in a healthy, productive way. Curonia’s identity shenanigans are mostly the Duchy of Curonia and Semigallia. He’s an ambitious little thing and savours “stealing away” the Livonian State’s ruling family from the dying personification of the Livonian State and becoming the Duchy of Curonia and Semigallia too much to think about the implications.)

And I’m glad you like my Livonia! She’s pretty different from yours – mostly bcs she never stops being the personification of her people, and the Livonian State or Terra Mariana has a separate, newly born personification. (Though I do like me some angst, and the angst of Livonia becoming the Livonian State is top notch :3)

I named her Ēdrõm :) From what I've gathered from my research, we don't really know what ancient Livonians called their kids, so I searched for a modern Livonian name. Now 3/5 of my lil guys have flower themed names :D

She’s getting pretty weak nowadays, but she’s still kicking!

also! here's some Livonia sketches :3 (+ a modern time fit for her)

[monstertreden]

.˚ DIARY ENTRY .˚

-Reader: FEM reader  -TW: none  -Character: Kurasame Susaya (FF Type 0)  -Summary: Some of the notes he keeps in a journal reveal how much he genuinely cares... -Word count : 520 -A/N: I’m aware that the Type 0 fandom is quite “dormant”, then, why not indulge myself and write something? I looooveee this man, I’ve drawn him many times, and ofc I also have his side story box :3

┆Entry n. XXIX  19:45...

“Finally, there’s some quiet in the building, something I’ve always longed for after another stressful day here. It’s almost comical in a way, it has always been this way since the first days I set foot in Akademia.  It’s been quite a while since we first met that mornig in class when we introduced ourselves -- one of the few moments, in fact, that I can recall... It’s a blurry memory, one I find difficult to grasp clearly, but it’s there, just like an anchor. And despite how guarded I’ve become through the years, she’s always been able to read me like the palm of her glove. Even after the first impression I had of her, I knew that she would be trouble, a menace along with Kazusa and Emina...(note to my future self: avoid those three together). Nevertheless, she remained close, somehow, she cut through the coldness and the walls I’ve built around myself, making me feel less like a weapon and more... like a person.

I see the way she carries herself—not just in the field, yes, but especially how she handles those reckless students. Compassionate, yet firm… We’re not so different, after all. But where I maintain distance with each one of them, she brings warmth. Her approach makes her painfully attached to those cadets and that kind of attachment... it’s dangerous, highly destructive, even. Orience doesn’t allow for that kind of softness—not without cost nowadays...

After all these years, she still waits for me. When I return from the field, bruised or bloody, it’s…a pleasant feeling, comforting, something I can’t exactly put into words. To have someone to come back to. To her, I’m more than just the Ice Reaper. I don’t know how she does it…how she sees something in me beyond what this war has shaped me to be.

I hope time may not ruin this journal.

Her cadets’ futures rest on her shoulders, and she carries that weight as if it’s nothing. But I see how it wears on her. It’s in how her smile falters when the day is done, or in the quiet moments when she thinks no one is watching. And yet, wherever we met, I’m blinded by that determination in her eyes. Y/N keeps moving forward, driven by the belief that “There’s always something beautiful out there, waiting to be found and cared for".

Even in this harsh world, even when we so easily forget the dead, even when we collect their tags and carry them to the school’s graveyard, she still believes in them, in the cadets.

It’s admirable,

 truly.”

── ..

For a brief moment, Kurasame stops, his pen stills as he glances at the small, light blue present sitting on his desk. The colorful ribbon is a strong contrast to the ambiance of his quarters, causing the commander to huff faintly while shaking his head.

 "I don’t deserve this"

 He mutters under his breath, the words lingering in the quietness of the room. His mask has been long forgotten next to a framed picture of them he holds dear.

[italeean]

HI ELLE! CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWER MILESTONE 💖💖💖

And this event sounds so fun so I had to send in something (no pressure ofc ^-^)

Description: I literally had to go around asking my friends to describe me bc I couldn’t think of much besides that I’m an introvert and pessimistic about myself lmao. So from the intel I’ve gathered: I’m shy, friendly, kind, care a lot about those closest to me, and worry too much about things. My interests are pretty boring, all I do is play videogames (mainly rhythm games nowadays) and watch anime occassionally, although I can get very passionate about them. I don’t have much of a preference to the people I surround myself with, as long as they can handle my more reserved nature and respect my boundaries.

I am a lee leaning switch :3

And I’d like to choose genshin impact as the fandom. I started playing not too long ago and it’s been my new hyperfixation.

With a romantic relationship with a male character!

Oh and my name is Sakura!🌸

I hope I did this correctly kahdjahdjahsh

Have a good day/night‼ And take your time!

Sakuraaa 🥹💕 After months of inactivity, I'm taking back the reins of this event and I'm more than ready to match you up with your special someone hehe ✨️ Thanks for your patience, e spero ti piaccia il mio lavoro 💚🤍❤️ (and I hope you'll enjoy my work) 🍡 *hands you the dango to eat while you read*

🔮 Without further ado, your match is... KAZUHA

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

1. You say you're pessimistic about yourself, and this little ray of sunshine is the perfect way to bring some light in 2. He's delicate and soft-spoken, which won't make you feel overwhelmed by endless talking 3. He's super perceptive, which means he'll understand how you're feeling without you having to tell him, which can be hard sometimes when you're an introvert 4. If you play rhythm games, he might play a tune with leaves to match the rhythm you're playing in the game! That would be so cute... 5. Even he's usually a ray of sunshine, he can have his bad days, especially when he thinks about Tomo, and you'd be able to support him quietly thanks to your personality and your emotional baggage 6. Kazuha is a generally quiet person, so expect many, MANY successful sneak attacks... and if your sides or ribs are sensitive, you'll be in for a bumpy ride 7. He's the personification of gentleness, so he'd be sure to inquire about your boundaries without you even needing to tell him anything 8. He likes the sound of your laughter even more of the song of the wind between the leaves, so tickling you is one of his favorite ways to "bring some light into your pessimism" 9. I feel like he'd LOVE to blow some air into your ears or pepper kisses on your neck if those spots are sensitive 10. He also does mind a few pokes if he needs to be cheered up... and if you do that to get his attention, he'll get the hint and proceed to tickle you as much as you'd like!

🔮 Tickle scenario

Kazuha couldn't ask for a better morning than this. Azure sky with some fluffy white clouds, the music of nature made by the wind that caresses the leaves, lying on the grass in silence with his eyes closed...

... and you.

You and him had started dating a few months ago. He was the best thing that had ever happened in your life, and he thought the same about you. You two didn't need loud love, your relationship could be compared to a warm, soft cocoon. You expressed your feelings through little gestures and by being there for each other.

Unless you were bored.

Don't get me wrong, Kazuha loved every aspect of you, but when you were bored, you were quite the handful. Little pranks, pokes, silly jokes... you would try everything to distract him, and that's what you wanted in that exact moment.

Calling him was an amazing option, since he was a samurai with an astounding control of all his senses, but where was the fun in that? You surely could do much better, so you got up, making as little noise as possible, and approached him with your hands shaped in claws ready to attack.

His eyes were still closed, perfect. You just needed to attack. 3... 2... 1... Now!

Or so you thought...

As soon as your fingertips came in contact with his ribcage, you felt something gripping your wrists and in a fraction of second, you were on the grass, facing the blue sky and a white-haired guy with an ominous smirk that you had learned to fear.

"Were you trying to wake me up, love?" He asked in a sweet tone mixed with a hint of playfulness, "Alas, your reflexes seem a little sluggish, like a lethargic bear cub." He tsked with no annoyance in his voice, just a little mocking.

"Maybe you're the one who needs a little awakening, aren't you, little cub?"

Before you could make up even the faintest argument to object, his hands started zapping your sides with ruthlessly, relentlessly and with the meticulous precision provided by the knowledge of every single spot that made you squeak, squeal or even snort.

"Ka- wahahahait nooo..!" You begged, but your pleas fell on deaf ears, as the tickle assault only increased in intensity. You attempted to swat his hands away, but that was futile as well. His reflexes were much faster than yours.

"Not good, your reflexes don't show any sign of awakening yet. Such a lazy little cub..." He joked, enjoying the blush that invaded your cheeks because of the nickname, "Do we really need to take extreme measures to make the lazy cub arise?"

Your eyes widened in shock and glee, and your laughter became much more nervous. "No no nohoho w-we dohohon't... we don't need to..! Please we do-" Not even Kazuha's refined lexicon had a term to define the high pitch of your scream, and the samurai knew this was his stop signal.

He raised his hands and helped you sit up while you were gasping for air, using his Anemo vision to create a gentle, refreshing breeze for you.

When you recovered, you looked at him with a gaze that meant war and pronounced the words: "I swear to the Seven Archons, I'll get you back."

Your warmongering glare was met with a smug, playful one. "Come at me then, cub, and show me your awakened reflexes" He chuckled, getting ready for a day full of combat.

[rainworldslugcats]

this blog has been quiet for a while, and i think itll continue to be on the back-burner for the foreseeable future.

the original climate i made this blog in, was one where a rain world centered blog compiling all manner of fanart, theories, oc's and other fun RW posts on tumblr didn't really exist, and the ones that did weren't consistently active.

i wanted to fill that niche, and so i set up this blog to have an easy to access place to find other rw fancontent in a very sparse fandom space, all the way back in 2018.

nowadays the fandom has exploded in size and there are many! RW centered blogs out there, and way too many posts to reasonably keep up with. and in a way i feel like this blog has kinda outlived it's original purpose.

don't get me wrong! i still love rain world, and id like to still keep this blog active. but considering my ongoing hand related health issues and the abundance of RW blogs on this site, it's not a huge priority.

this blog isn't getting deleted or privated, i'll still post or reblog the odd thing, especially my own RW art. it's just going to remain mostly inactive. sorry to all the people who's asks i never answered! i had art ideas for quite a few of them.

if you still want to see the rest of my non-rain world related art, follow me on @kaisumisucreations cheers!

[jules-ln]

(Sorry for this mega random message lmao i just found your blog after being stuck on arcanetwt so i need to let some stuff out) But i feel like 99% of jayvik shippers/mel lovers/arcane fandom at large would be so much happier if they abandoned the social justice lingo (which they're not even using right a lot of the time) to just like... live lol. Like as a Jayvik shipper a lot of the common mischaracterizations like "Jayce is a golden retriever himbo who just picks flowers all day while Viktor yells at him like a grumpy cat" feel like an attempt at course correcting for prejudice, except most of the prejudice isn't even there so it just becomes ooc. Like don't get me wrong there were def some sus elements of canon Arcane but stuff like Viktor being soft spoken and quiet isn't infantilizing disabled people, that's literally just who he is as a character 😭. Plus these fans don't even actually care about what they're saying, like i got accused of infantilizing Viktor for being disabled when i literally have a similar leg disability as Viktor?? Like 💀. Also those people saying hcing Viktor as transmasc is feminizing him and just an excuse to post fetish content, as if Viktor's character isn't related to the concept of transformation in general lmao. Anyways this became way larger than i intended so tl.dr Arcane fans need to take a chill pill.

Don't worry darling, this blog is for ramblings (whether mine or yours it's ok either way) and the curated selection of post that I like lmao

The problem with a lot of fandom nowadays is that young people have learned (incorrectly) that being an asshole to other people on the internet is ok as long as you think you are doing it for the "right cause"

They think that as long as they are saying the "right" words, they're having the "right" thoughts and doing the "right" actions; and that... not going to lie, it worries me a little because I think a lot of these young people are very likely to get into a cult lmao

And the problem is, these people don't think about the words they're saying; they just regurgitate the words other people said with a surface level understanding of morality based entirely in their gut's reactions and what makes them uncomfortable without asking why

But I think that's a problem with the internet and the younger generation in general

Also, at this point people just call other people things to win an argument on the internet, it's called an ad hominem fallacy, which is one of the oldest tricks in the book (these bitches can't even make new fallacies) lmao

I also have a big bone to pick with people saying that making Viktor a transman and feminine is wrong and fetishizing lmao

I try not to post a lot about complains because I don't like to post negativity often; but BISH, these people, I swear to God

So for starters I'm a trans man myself. And I'm of the particular brand of Trans man that at the beginning of me identifying as a man when I was like 17 or so, I hated everything femininity related. But like HATED it. It was because I was very insecure about my masculinity, thankfully I grew up and got over it. But these people saying these kind of things about a feminine trans man Viktor; ngl, they sound like very insecure people lmao

If Viktor is feminine, so what? That doesn't define his gender. He could be wearing a dress, make up, being pregnant, and what about it? That's a man right there because none of those things define your gender

Once someone said "It takes a real man to wear a dress". You are uncomfortable with that? Seems like a you problem lmao

Also, I've thought about this, and a lot of people making porn of trans man Viktor are probably some flavor of queer, but say that a chaser makes trans man Viktor porn, posts it on some social media. So what? Like seriously, what? Who is that person hurting? Like I can't tell what someone was thinking about when they draw something just by looking at the drawing. When I see that drawing I'm probably just going to think "Cool" and move on with my life, more than that; there's the possibility that another trans man sees that, and feels more confident about their body. And because Viktor it's not real, really. How do you know the difference between thay and a "good" drawing? is that person hurting anyone by posting their porn? I mean Other than the vague notion than the NSFW drawings people consume might not be "pure" ones, like C'mon. Grow up already.

If you see it and don't like it, just block them and move on, it's literally so easy to do lmao

BTW, I actually love how much the arcane fandom loves the trans man Viktor headcanon lmao, because it's not very common to have a transmasc headcanon be this popular

Like in the Blue eye samurai fandom, people would get mad at you for the headcanon of Mizu being a transman, even when Mizu is the most transmasc coded character in the history of subtext

[the-s1lly-corner]

I wanna try something different this time around.

I’ve started to grow an interest to Eyeless Jack, I mean I haven’t read the story but the character has intrigued me.

What’s some fluffy headcanons you can think of for him with a partner in general?

General hcs for Eyeless Jack x Reader !

ehehehehe welcome to the ej fan club!! evil laughs >:) gotta admit my take on ej is only loosely based around the original story (guy waking up to find one of his kidneys missing is the TLDR version) but a lot of my hcs are based around a fic (?) reimagine (?) of ej that i remember seeing floating around yeeeeears ago back in middle school and im unsure how many people follow the "jack used to be a human but got dragged into a cult/human sacrifice unwillingly" idea since i admittedly dont interact much with the fandom outside of writing these lil hcs and making fanart TToTT

after everything that happened to him jack ran off to the woods to be away from prying human eyes, and as far as he knew he was viewed as (albeit unwilling and you could argue it was in self defense) murderer.... kind of puts a stop into your plans of finishing school and going into your dream career.. oh and also the teeny tiny detail that you now rely on human flesh as sustenance with no hope for being able to physically accept alternatives and as more time goes on you start to resemble something.. not human... theres that, too

if you want to see him during the day you're likely going to have to visit him in the woods, but fear not hes not homeless, hes found refuge in an old cabin; slowly hes been patching it up

dont expect him to make you do any work on the cabin, he views it solely as his responsibility and he'll likely deny any actual work helping rebuild it... though i dont think he would be against any tools and decoration (ex. stuff for a generator so he can have power, means to wash his clothes, basic supplies that arent food ectect)

i think overtime he would even get a little mini fridge for you so you can store snacks and drinks at his place, since he doesnt. have food

sometimes visits you at your place, but he only does this during the night so he doesnt get caught wandering the streets by other people... usually enters through the backdoor, to avoid anyone seeming coming from the front

very quiet and reserved, not very high energy... so most nights hanging out with him are calm... usually him asking you how you've been doing... you /could/ ask him the same, but he can only talk about patrolling his area in the woods for hikers straying too close so many times, and he doesnt want to bore you

thats actually another thing, he has traps set up around; mix of a means for hunting without having to go out and pick someone, and to make sure no one gets too close to the cabin

so i think, in the beginning he would ban you from coming to him without him guiding you, at least not until youve had ample time to get used to the traps and how to look for them and remember the general locations of them

teaches you how to forage, him being alone for so long has forced him to pick up new hobbies to keep him from going insane, so you now know how to do that sort of thing as well as identifying plants and fungi... fun!

on the very rare occasion you can convince jack to walk around town with you at night when everyone else is asleep.... its nice, i think.. kind of gives him a chance to just sink back into what his old life used to be and feel like hes normal again; though he tends to be quieter than usual on these walks

i dont think hes particularly possessive, dont get me wrong he cares about you and he does have the passing thought of you just up and leaving him one day (and he doesnt blame you, he holds a lot of self loathing for himself nowadays) but hes not going to be breathing down your neck and watching your every movement... he has enough trust in you not to get hurt or stuck in any situation

blunt, he doesnt beat around the bush and sometimes he doesnt sugarcoat things when the blow needs to be softened... mix of jack just being a little insensitive to others but also because hes gotten so used to thinking so logically and straight forward and numbing his own emotions over... who knows how long, probably even before he got all messed up..

can be a little sarcastic at times, so he might come off as an asshole every now and then, especially when you mix in the bluntness

i dont think he would actively try to be mean to others though, he'd try to understand and fix something if his habits upset you because he doesnt want to lose you

very cold, physically, so be sure to bring blankets and stuff when you want to cuddle into him

very careful with you, he has claws and teeth... and sometimes shedding blood around him can be really dangerous (he feeds on human material, he tends to push off eating for as long as he can since the fact hes eating people meat messes with him.. argument between survival of himself and survival of others; but due to his curse he can go into 'frenzies' and momentarily lose himself to his hunger. think how in finding nemo the sharks went nuts when dory cut her fin on accident, its like that but he doesnt go nuts all the time) so hes very very gentle even when he has a strong hold on himself

speaking of his forced diet, he doesnt eat often.. only really needing to do so every now and then, but i like to think he would still sit at the table with you to keep you company while you ate dinner

though he wouldnt want you to do the same when he DOES eat, might prefer you not come at all on those days actually

him and reader remind me of the "its rotten work"/"not to me, not if its you" audio

[lenorahills]

Hey! Just wanted to leave a quick note for ya! I absolutely adore your Mileven art! It always manages to brighten my day up when I see it.

These two losers are a huge comfort ship for me but fanart is from my experience rather scarce nowadays, so thanks for keeping my Mileven heart well fed! 💜💛

Aw thank you Anon! I’m gonna use this Ask to just share some thoughts and feelings so I hope you don’t mind. I am sorry I haven’t really been active here (or any of my other accounts for that matter) it’s just

1. I’m reconciling my feelings towards this show with the actions of some vocal disgusting z!onists being part of the cast and crew spreading hatred online. And with that I need to stress that separation from actor and character is what I abide by regardless of anything.

2. The fandom itself being rather quiet with production only just starting up again. Which I feel now can maybe allow me to be more active without as much petty discourse.

Going forward, I still love the show and really moreso now the dedicated fanbase in my corner with Mileven. I’m putting no effort into discourse and “ship wars” as it’s just time wasted. I also don’t think the actions of few reflect the whole. And it’s more than just “famous” people that contribute their creativity to Stranger Things. So many talented people who add to the series that don’t have a platform for hatred and bigotry to be shared and I think in general it’s important to remember that about any media production.

I still love the series and honestly now it’s hitting me that this is the final season with the news that (allegedly) ST5 is starts production again today. I’m gonna just enjoy what’s left of the show that is coming to an end. I’ll be around still drawing my fav losers too, Mike and El (and the others) from time to time. Here’s a wintery doodle. Thanks for reading :)

[snowseasonmademe]

can I say something shady? Just a little bit messy? A tad bit messy, a tiny bit shady, nothing crazy. Follow me with this.

I feel like a lot of the popular writers are only popular because they write generic and mediocre shit. Like all of the popular writers recycle so many fucking plot lines and shit, recycled dialogue and everything. Like how many times am I gonna read “ *insert reader* is dating Trent Alexander Arnold, the catch is that he’s her older brother’s best friend! (Her older brother conveniently being Jude)” for example? Or “ *x player* finds out that his whole team has a crush on his girl, chaos ensues.” Stupid shit like that. And it’s every fandom, like even the F1 fandom. It’s stupid shit like “Lando Norris is in a secret relationship with a girl who just so happens to be Toto Wolff’s daughter or Max Verstappen’s baby sister” LOUSY. LOUSY ASS PLOTS. BOO GO BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD. Or it’s the generic text fics like “F1 drivers react to you doing this”, “F1 drivers when you do that” and it’s the same shit copied and pasted from each blog with a few tweaks (and that’s the only time you’ll ever catch those writers writing for the drivers of colour… anyway). 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅TOMATO, TOMATO, TOMATO 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅 It’s lazy.

What’s that sound on TikTok that I’m thinking of? This one

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8jNWND9/

And don’t get me started on the SMUTS. Horrible smuts. Recycled ass dialogue. Give me something that’s not, “you want me quiet? make me” or “such a good boy/girl. making me feel this good” BORINGGGGG, SLOPPYYYY, LAZYYYYY, ANNOYINGGGGG.

Now Michaelah, if you’ve gotten this far without blocking me, you may be wondering where I’m going with this. You may be thinking that I’m just being mean. Noooooo, I have a point to this. Follow along.

As usual in life settings, white people are the most popular. So it makes sense that all the popular writers would be the white girls, right? Right. White writers are generic, boring and mediocre. They get away with so much shit, so much generic shit. Mediocre ass shit. Plain ass plots, boring ass dialogue, deplorable ass grammar and punctuation, hideous formatting, white writers GET AWAYYYYY with it ALL.

But black writers’ pages aren’t looked at as much as the white ones so they get pushed all the way down to the bottoms of the tumblr pages, but black writers and other writers of colour literally have so many hidden gems that just go undiscovered because of this. Like if I look up Lewis Hamilton x reader, I’m gonna get some stupid shit like “F1 drivers react to you getting a puppy” or some dumb shit like that, when quiantrelle is literally writing a whole ass mafia don story about Hamilton that will be found at the bottom of the tumblr search.

It’s like how Taylor Swift is considered to now be better than Michael Jackson in articles nowadays, but there’s artists like… Michael Fucking Jackson, Beyoncé, Tinashe, Victoria Monet, Normani, etc, but the white girl gets awarded for the mediocrity.

Or like how Billie stans view her as ON PAR WITH OR BETTER THAN FUCKING BEYONCE. BEYONCÉ. THAT MEDIOCRE FLAVA FLAV KNOCKOFF.

Yeah just came on here to say that a lot of the popular writers are shit and that’s why they’re popular. White people get rewarded for mediocrity and half assed shit. The rest of y’all are down the bottom of the barrel.

P. S. If you’re a writer complaining about engagement and likes and comments and reblogs and you’re black… just know that it’s not because “fandom culture has changed” or some stupid shit like that. White owned blogs get hella engagement, I’ll tell you that. Yes, I’m the bitch who brings race into everything, what about it.

i will agree on that. i see a lot of recycling the same ideas with different people. clearly someone is reading it but i do agree that it is boring. and as for the whole f1 topic, i have said before that the only time the f1 (white) writers include lewis is when its with everyone else. i won’t repeat myself about that, its been talked about many times here.

omg thank you. i’ve thinking to myself, it’s always the “make me/ good girl” thing and stuff we’ve all read 100 times. that’s why i was saying before it is easy to make smuts corny and boring. there are so many other ways…anyway

and again you’re right. they do get away with it a lot and it’s crazy as a black reading/writer seeing my moots (like quaintrelle) write actual peices of art and then on the other hand there are the most boring basic fics about the same 4 people getting soooo much more engagement. it’s absolutely crazy to me.

it’s a fact that white people can’t stand to see a black person that is better and more talented then the “most talented” white person. what matter is that we all know the truth :)

[swanimagines]

Me two weeks ago: Omg it finally feels like I can write again and it isn't a struggle at all 😍 I've missed this feeling so much!

Me now: *sitting in front of my PC for an hour staring at one sensible sentence I've gotten out, which I also hate but have no idea how to make it better*

Sorry for getting your hopes up everyone (again)... looks like I'll be quiet for a while again because I just can't think of anything for any request I have. Or I know what to write, I have the whole plot in my mind, I have some dialogue and description in mind, but I just can't get it out the way I want to get it out. I have the dialogue in my head word to word but just can't get it into paper. Like I want to write cheese but write cucumber. I have no idea how I once was able to consistently write about 10-20 pieces a month, sometimes like 5 at one sitting, because I don't seem to have that kind of skill anymore, I just sit here wondering how to word stuff, writing a sentence and deleting it right away and feeling like crying because I just can't grasp the style or the feel I once achieved anymore. I get small bursts of that but it soon fades away again and I only write crap like Moondust and get dozens of messages and asks pointing out their disappointment how I nowadays write AI fics, and no one believing me when I say I have never used AI to generate fics, they are ALWAYS my own text. Years ago I used AI to jog my ideas (because I have no one real to jog them with) but stopped once I noticed my writing has started to adopt AI style, but I don't want to read "real" fics either anymore (in Tumblr) because I'm no longer part of the community and I don't want to get into a drama again by reading fics from others, because I firmly believe that if you read and enjoy content, you should always tell the writer and I can't do that without interacting with the community, so I no longer search nor read x reader fics in Tumblr at all.

Also a small note: I really dislike or feel meh about 95% of my fics written after October 2021. I know there are a lot of pieces people love, but I can never understand why. And it eats on me. Hiatuses haven't worked. Trying a new fandom hasn't worked. I just can't get into it anymore and I'm terrified it will be permanent.