#I know this isn’t fanart and I’m sorry y’all

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Wings of Love [x]

[poorslaindoll]

I’m gonna be so fucking real with y’all rn.

So I’ve more or less been casually keeping up with Hazbin Hotel since the pilot days. I did some fanart at some point and did a cosplay once, but I currently do not consider myself part of the fandom (certainly not the hatedom bc y’all are kinda ridiculous). But anyway I’ve seen a lot of the criticisms for the show and have seen the episodes (I’ve also seen all the Helluva Boss episodes and this all applies to that show as well). And while I have a handful of criticisms of my own, none of them involve the amount of cursing in it???

Because like…

I do NOT understand why everyone gets so pissy about the cursing. Like maybe it’s because I’m a homestuck fan and that comic curses more than both Hazbin and Helluva probably ever will combined and I see nothing wrong with it? Like cursing isn’t the punchline like some of y’all seem to think it is. That’s just how some people talk and for the LIFE of me I do not see why people are clutching their pearls about it. Like is there some social standard about swearing that I missed? I know some people prefer to not curse and that’s fine and up to personal preference. But like… Growing up on the internet in the 2010’s alone got me so desensitized to profanity that I literally could not care less when someone drops the fuck word.

I curse like a sailor, most of my friends curse like sailors, and even my super religious mom curses like a sailor sometimes. So every time I hear someone complain about it I’m just like… okay??? Get over it??? I understand that there’s a time and a place for the use of certain kinds of language, but you’d think that an adult show targeted for adults about a place where everyone’s an asshole is an appropriate instance for swearing to be allowed.

Sorry if that comes off as harsh or insensitive for some reason. It just really baffles me and I am so genuinely confused about it all. This isn’t even an "oH tHeY’Re iN heLL" thing either. I just don’t understand and low key feel like I’m either going crazy or just really missing something here.

[cyncerity]

HAPPY 3 YEARS TO THIS BLOG!! 🎉💕🫶

i’m so happy i’ve been a part of this little community for as long as i have. everyone is super nice and inspiring and unbelievably talented, and im so glad to be posting content with people like y’all.

it’s absurd to think i’ve been doing this for 3 years and that i almost have 800 people here seeing it, but the love and support i’ve received over these years has been incredible. given that this is such a small community and i’ve either spoken with most of you or have at the very least interacted with your content, i feel confident in saying that every single person here is incredible in their own right and truly are the reason i stay here. you guys are genuinely the best, even if i forget to answer your asks or sometimes leave you on read for a while (i do that with everyone i’m so sorry) i mean it when i say that i do consider a good portion of you my friends. even if it’s been a while since we messaged or talked, you’re all awesome. and if i don’t know you personally, please feel free to message me! i love making friends, especially in a community like this that has time and time again proven to have some of the genuinely nicest people on the internet <3

i love writing and drawing and i’m not leaving here for a long while yet. the asks i’ve received saying that i inspired people to write, draw, or post are some of the nicest things i’ve ever received, and i truly mean it from the bottom of my heart when i say that those have changed my life. the self confidence and love for my craft that i’ve gained from being here is immeasurable, and that’s thanks to all of you, whether you’ve been here for years or are new to this blog.

given that this is an anniversary thing, i wanna thank @bittydragon, @baka-monarch, @wendy130, @darkeninganon, and @awesome-slime-lover for introducing me to this community. i was stalking their blogs on google far before i had an account here, and i only made an account so i could send them fanart, so you have them to thank for dragging me here lmao

i also wanna tag @plant-gt-thought-box, @kayla-crazy-stuffs, @blurrybunnie, @apersonstories, @funtimemoth, @mysticalblue09, @corysmiles, @pixy-stix-art, + some others who are not on tumblr anymore for being friends with me and actually being some of the kindest and funniest motherfuckers. Ik i haven’t spoken to some of you in forever, and i hope this isn’t coming off as parasocial, but you guys are awesome and i wish you nothing but the best (and if you wanna message more or get on vc again some time please lmk cause i am a social wuss)

and if i’m gonna list people i might as well tag the people who even if i don’t know as well, are all super talented and leave me marveling at everything they post on here (whether or not you post mcyt g/t anymore, you’re all still incredible creators who make me want to improve my own work): @eyes-eye-eyes (my /p wife <3), @wren-writes68, @jkknight98, @arc852, @brick-a-doodle-do, @oh-i-need-a-name, @quotemenevervore, @melissa-s23, @i-am-beckyu, @random-tinies, @archaxwii, @itty-bitty-rainbow, @goosedawn, @beansthough, @make-a-memory, @aslitheryprinx, @avengerofsquids, @thatoneteadrinker666, @shushiyuii, @x-pair-o-dice-x, @jammanthejam, @trouble-off-grid, @lunar-but-little, @frickfrackiwastakingabath, @chequered-career, @bio-nerds-corner, @dingbatnix, @cottoncandythetrashpanda, @sprite-addicted-artist, @colossal-red, @sheena-yuet, @quackxolotl, @local-squishmallow, @nobodywritingao3, @deity-of-keys, @astraymetronome, @a-xyz-s, and tumblr has now told me that i’ve hit the max of 50 mentions so i will have to reblog this with the rest of you (crazy to think that there’s that many of y’all but i really do want to shout out everyone) (also if you’re one of these blogs that doesn’t post mcyt anymore and don’t want yourself associated with it, just lmk and i will remove your tag from my list, just know that your previous work in this community was admired and appreciated <3)

also can’t forget the anons and the followers that aren’t outwardly a part of this community (don’t have g/t blogs, don’t have mcyt blogs, or just don’t post in general). i’m lucky enough that i’ve never received hate from an anon before, everything you guys have ever sent is so nice and you also have great ideas! I am so sorry if it takes me forever to share those ideas publicly, but know that each of you are appreciated. and for my followers, i truly wouldn’t be anywhere without you guys, so thank you for supporting me <3

anyway, i might be getting over sentimental about all this, but 3 years is a long time, and over that time i’ve grown very attached to this little group of creators and i just wanted to let you know how loved and appreciated you are

💕💖🫶💕✨

[inkspottie]

Heya! I’m not the best at writing these type of asks and I’ve been working up the courage to do so but I just want to say Thank you, LaT means a lot to me and it kind of shaped how I am today yk? I remember scrolling through tumblr and I saw some fanart of LaT and I got interested. I found your blog, pressed on the ao3 link and started reading. This was in February and I was in 7th grade at the time, and I fell in love with LaT. I would read it during lunch or after school. I was obsessed, I am now a freshman in highschool and I still love LaT and I’ve reread it more times than I can count. It has its own special little tab that I go to whenever I want to read it. I’ve had friends come and go but LaT has always stuck with me. I don’t know who I would be if I never read LaT. So what I’m trying to say is thank you so so very much for making Laughing at Tragedy, you and LaT hold a very special place in my heart, and I appreciate you and your writing very much!

Also, ANY APOLOGIES FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS OR BAD VOCAB!! Writing isn’t really my expertise lol

Laughing at Tragedy will always and forevermore be my favorite FNaF fic. ˆ⌣ˆ

Hhh thank you for the lovely words! I’m so glad you enjoy LaT (sorry for the lack of update it will get finished I promise)

Thanks for sticking around, it really means a lot of me when I get things like this. Y’all made this journey very fun and special to me.

[phoenixinthefiles]

I didn’t want to be the one to say this cus I already know ppl are gonna whine about it but…

Why do male characters who are expressive, caring, optimistic, and have other similar traits, get so babified by their fandom?

Like I’m sorry but Pavitr isn’t an “uwu softboy” and NEITHER IS MILES

We all have seen fanart and fanfics that dumb him down and depict him as this little child in a teen body

Honestly most six year olds act more maturely than how y’all write Pav sometimes (and I would know considering the amount of 6 year olds I know-way too many)

And the thing is he doesn’t even act like that in the movie, he’s optimistic and and really joyous but he’s not childish-at least no more childish than your average teenager

ALSO GIVE THE GUY HIS MUSCLES-HE HAS THEM!!!!!!

Please just give him back his personality bcus rn he doesn’t have one

[daisybellejpeg]

hey question, regarding the bright situation i have a question

Are people still allowed to use the bright character in their artworks, cosplays and drawings, because alot of my friends see dr bright as a character as their comfort and have fictives of dr bright and i didn`t want to see thrm hurt

Ok holy shit let me put this to bed, tuck it in, give it a glass of warm milk, maybe even read it a bedtime story.

I’m so sorry if I’m hella defensive, as mentioned in the doc may and June are my mourning period. The 24th marked the 4th anniversary of my dad’s passing so I’m kind of checked out and am just frustrated at how long this silly, messy “drama” revolving me has been dragging out. At first it was confusing, then funny as fuck due to piss poor execution, now I’m just tired.

It’s a free internet, I can’t stop people from posting shit with bright in it. I will say 2 things tho:

1. Don’t expect me to be your friend or want to be near you, same with the other victims in the fandom. Seriously, I’ve been blocking people who’ve made fanart of bright post the release of my doc. The information is right there, by beating the dead horse that is this pedophile’s possession fetish character you’re kind of saying you don’t care about our hurt, you don’t care that this man used this creation to brand me. Sorry not sorry. My thoughts on bright hyperfixators from earlier today because I’m lazy and trying to get my skincare done while I write this:

2. By not letting bright die you’re doing exactly what Peters wants you to do. To the letter. Do with this info what you will. You’re respecting the wishes of a creep by letting their legacy live on.

AS FOR ALTERS, y’all are a special case, you cannot voluntarily get rid of your alter. I get that and I don’t hold it against y’all at all. I never have. If anything I’m reeeeeally worried about you guys given the whole possession fetish aspect of this situation as I’ve said in a previous ask. Be careful out there. Iunno if Mitch will ever try to weasel their way back into scp spaces but keep an eye out. Also, if you’re in the Michigan area and partake in cons and faires be even more vigilant. Y’all know what this fucker looks like. I know someone who got into a grooming situation with them upon meeting them at one of these events. So far I’ve been able to get them banned from two things but I still have a list of orgs and cons and faires to contact with the evidence to make sure this bastard isn’t able to take advantage of the ignorance of people like my friend.

Hope this helps.

[electromignion]

Bridgewater doodly doodles part 2: Vipin & Olivia 🫶

I’m really going back to traditional doodles so I thought as I already Jeremy, I could do Olivia and Vipin!! I love them way too much jdjdjd

As usual, headcanons/explanations after the read more!!

Headcanons time: Vipin and Olivia have matching couple necklaces (hence Vipin having the letter “O” and Olivia having the letter “V” I found the idea super romantic and it went well with the little hearts charms representing their love for each other <3) kudos to all the Vivia/Vipia/and so on and so forth (they definitely should have an official ship name)! <3

Vipin has a matching smiley badge with Jeremy who can be seen here, Vipin has made them himself (he bought a badge maker and planned to use it a lot) and to me Vipin likes smiley faces; I thought about it since that fanart because Vipin has as his avatar a smiley face (it’s a very small detail on Jeremy’s phone and it happened twice in my fanarts here and here)

Vipin also has an UFO pin because he probably found it cool and cheap, if the drawing was in colour it would sparkly; and there’s an alien inside the ship! (Very Fox Mulder core as well), and he has an owl badge… because it’s an owl, I don’t have more explanations about it rather than Jeremy wondering why Vipin bought it and Vipin would shrug saying “Well… I prefer self-deprecation sometimes, Jeremy”

He also has a Bridgewater State University t-shirt which is a real existing one (you would be surprised at the AMOUNT of BSU merch existing, it’s incredible)

And to finish, I know it can’t be seen very well but Olivia has earrings/piercings at the ear, I feel like she would be the kind to have some, I see Olivia as somebody a bit rebellious in the soul so yeah (it’s 5am I’m sorry my explanations are wonky and English isn’t my first language 😩😩💔)

+ Olivia has a strand of hair which seems lighter than the rest of her hair because I headcanon her as having some dyed hair!! (Like her purple strand of hair in this fanart)

Also I’m sorry for the quality, the paper of my sketchbook is extremely bad because it’s super cheap; so it makes little paper fibre which end up clinging to the lead of my fineliner pen (it’s a 0.1mm) so it gets coloured in black so it gets ink where it shouldn’t and it gets slightly worse as the paper absorbs the ink way too much as well so small details get lost a bit sadly 😩 (and good paper is way too expensive for now krjfjfjf so y’all have to bear with my crappy paper)

And I’ll never say this enough but thank you so much y’all for your continual support; it means SO SO SO much to me, SO much, and yet I’m so bad at this app that I still am not able to answer to y’all when you reblog my stuff, but please know that you always make my day and soothe my heart and make me want to keep going; so lots of love, thank you 💜💜💜

[ajaynetic]

before we get started:

PR*SHIP(-FIC)/PROBLEMATIC/R*CKORTY DNI IN ANY WAY!! I ACTUALLY HAVE NO PATIENCE WITH YALL AND YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED!! SO LETS MUTUALLY BLOCK EACH OTHER <3

Hey, my name is Malik but just call me Mal. I am a digital artist who mostly does fanart of whatever I like :3 I am also bilingual ^^ [Eng/Esp]

Socials:

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Interests you will mostly see:

Rick and Morty

Homestuck

Sky: Children of Light

I am multifandom so sometimes i’ll hop around in other things too

20 || he/they || Bi || Aromantic

Big selfshipper. You will see a lot of Rick Sanchez. No i am not sorry for liking the old man.

This blog is mostly SFW but don’t be surprised to see suggestive stuff. It is not art exclusive because i do post/reblog about my interests a lot

I try my best to tag suggestive text/posts. i’m just never sure if it is or isn’t enough to be considered (if there is anything you want me to tag just hit me in the ask box !!)

Ask box is always open for talking/questions/or drawing suggestions you want to see

Y’all are always free to dm!!

That’s all you need to know so i hope you enjoy my blog :3

[krazys-ass-emporium]

8 Shows to know you

@j-ellyfish​ tagged me and my slow ass is finally filling this out.

1. Star Trek (Mostly TOS, but also TNG, DS9, and Voyager. Sorry, but the new stuff just doesn’t look like Star Trek to me.)

This was my first fandom I guess?? I didn’t actually interact with anyone since this is before I ventured onto the depths of the interwebs. I was 10 years old and everyone kept calling me a Vulcan because of how literal I was. I did not know what a Vulcan was but soon found out and got my grubby hands on every piece of media I could find at the local library. I probably watched every VHS and read every novel they had. Spock is still my favorite to this day. I wrote my freaking GED essay about him.

2. Redwall

I might have been even younger when I got into this than when I got into Star Trek. This is just so unknown no one knows what I’m talking about lolol. It was more the books than the show, but it has a short animated series so it still counts. I was obsessed with this. I made forts out of logs by the stream across the street from my house and swords out of wood and play-fought my brother with them.

3. Teen Titans

This was probably my segue into anime. Yes, this isn’t actually an anime, but since it incorporates anime aspects it got me used to them?? I was very into superheroes in general when I was like 12 to 15 or so, but these were my top fave. Controversial opinion: DC is better than Marvel. I made my very first OC based on Teen Titans I think she might have been partly Star Trek too lol. I also started drawing people because of this show. Before that I only drew horses and wolves.

4. InuYasha

My very first anime. It all started when I saw a manga at the library and then looked up the anime on YouTube. Ah, the memories of watching an episode in three parts and you’d never know if it would be the dub or the sub. This was the first fandom where I actually joined the interwebs and interacted with human type people. The internet in 2006 was a very different place lol. I got my first email address (which I still have lol) to join this website called Fanart Central so I could post my InuYasha fanart. I found my first online friends there too. I miss them...

5.  Pokémon

I’m not entirely sure how I managed to watch as much of this as I did, but I only gave up when I got to Alola. The original is my favorite, but I also liked some of the newer stuff too. I drew art for Pokémon too and let me tell you, it’s the most toxic hell hole of a fandom ever. I’ve never gotten flames before Pokémon, all for liking an unpopular ship lol. The internet in 2010 was the Wild West.

6. Yu-Gi-Oh!

Holy crap was I into Ygo. I still have my room covered in it lol. I still love it to bits, but I’ve calmed down a lot. I have a lot of cards too and I do know how to play, but not competitively and I don’t know anyone in person who wants to duel me :( I got into cosplay because of Ygo and made my first cosplay (Joey Wheeler) in 2013. I apparently like to suffer because Ygo cosplays are NOT easy. I made my still best friend in this fandom. Seriously, this is one of the best fandoms out there, most everyone is so nice.

7. Supernatural

(Don’t look at me, I know pfft). I can’t deny how much I like this show... it’s honestly the one I’ve rewatched the most times. I no not know why. I guess it’s just easy to binge lol. You can blame my group of gay guy friends back in 2013 for me getting into this. It’s also why I got Netflix, and tumblr. And here I still am...

8. Hetalia

Oh wow, a Hetalia blog having Hetalia on the list, weird. Got into this at the crusty old age of 28, so I don’t have the nostalgia for it like a lot of y’all. I fell hard pretty fast. I also have made way more friends than probably any other fandom I’ve been in? Probably because I stuck my head out of my shell for a bit lol.

I tag no one because I’m lazy, do it if you want and you can blame me pfft.

[shinydixon]

I can’t deal with vq’s and other toxic fans. I’m a Hellcheer and feel neutrally about Grace - I’m not really for or against her, but I will say this (and this is not to you, it’s to some of your other anons) it’s one thing to complain about her fans, to see that this weird shipping and creating fanart and photoshopping people out of pics - all of this is totally fucking insane and valid to talk about.

What ISN’T cool is the insinuation that she’s making up her closeness/friendship with Joe (like what the hell do you know, why are you assuming she’s making shit up), saying stuff like Joe MUST have only put up that picture on his story as some part of a pro-hellcheer/Grace campaign (is it really not just…what friends do lol) and in general rolling your eyes saying that there is such a campaign in the first place. Sometimes it also feels like Grace’s every answer is completely picked apart and for what? Honestly those of you who do this are just as toxic as the VQs.

Why can’t everyone just let them be friends in peace without speculating that a) they’re fucking or b) she’s lying? Y’all are ODD.

Sorry but I’m just so sick of every aspect of this. From what I’ve seen Joe and Grace both seem exhausted, and this should be a NICE thing for them. Let’s be honest - regardless off how active or inactive they are on socials - they are both on some level going to be aware of people like VQs and those toxic ones on the other end of the spectrum. Someone will have mentioned it to them.

(I’m not arguing that the venue is censoring LGBTQ+ questions - that is horrific all in itself, and honestly outrageous to hear)

If I have to be honest, I am so done 💀

[littlemisspascal]

The Infinity Cube Part 11

Main Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Chapter Pairing: Frankie x Female Reader

Word Count: 3700+

Series Summary:  When you play with a strange cube, you’re transported out of your current reality with your boyfriend Marcus into brand new ones starring alternate versions of your boyfriend who look and act entirely different every time. With each encounter, you start to wonder if you’ll ever make it back to your real universe?

Warnings for the chapter: Language, Angst, Drug use mention cuz of Frankie’s past, Blood mention, Please don’t judge my rhyming skills lol, An abundance of italics, Reader has a baby, I mean no hate against the Backstreet Boys but it’s technically canon within this fic that Reader is a 1D girl so I gotta be loyal, No beta all mistakes are my own

Author Note: Thank you everybody for your kind support of this fic! I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog 💝 I am so sorry for the long delay of this chapter! Life got hectic and Mailroom Crush stole my attention and blah blah blah 😬 I hope y’all enjoy this chapter and also please take a look on the masterlist of this series for the AMAZING fanart sweet @bunnelbie created for me 💜

PART 1 / PART 10 / PART 12

The first night when you return your daughter to her crib after feeding her, you intend to grab the cube and leave, to move on to the next universe—but she’s still a little fussy and needs you to rock her another hour or two before she settles down. And by then you’re too tired to think of anything more than returning to your bed to snuggle with one of Frankie’s flannels.

The next morning you look at the cube when you pick up your baby and when you set her down for a nap in the afternoon and another, long lingering glance when you put her down for the night. But you don’t pick it up. The fire that had burned in your core, insisting you keep moving, to go go go, isn’t the blazing inferno it once was. It resembles a candle now, easy to ignore as it gets smaller and smaller.

By the third day you have trouble shaking the nagging sensation you’re forgetting something awfully important. You remember how Frankie liked to say if you can’t remember what you forgot, then it most likely wasn’t important to begin with. He’s probably right, you think, and find it’s suddenly easier to push aside all your worries to instead focus on preparing your daughter a snack of pureed fruit.

~~

A week and a half passes before Frankie calls you from a payphone. A week and a half in which your daughter crawls for the first time across the carpet in the living room, giggling when she latches onto your leg and looks up at your stunned expression, mouth hanging open like you’re imitating a goldfish.

You’ve been trying not to think about the danger Frankie could be in, but when you instinctively turn to look for him, to share a smile and marvel together over your baby’s milestone, only to be crushed by his absence, you can’t help but think about him potentially getting shot at or captured by the drug lord’s henchmen. 

Or worse…

You really don’t want to follow that train of thought.

You don’t want to follow it, because already you and Frankie have gone through so much together—a drug addiction, couples counseling, an unplanned pregnancy, more couples counseling—that the thought of losing him without even the chance to say goodbye is an unbearable one. Frankie is your person. Your half-orange, as he would claim. And you can’t imagine a life without him by your side. You won’t imagine one.

So when your cell phone rings with an unknown number flashing on the screen, you don’t hesitate to answer it, knowing even before he shakily breathes out your name on the other end that it’s him. That he’s coming back to you.

You hold the phone briefly against your chest, letting out a shuttered breath as relief makes your body feel boneless, and then quietly answer. “I’m here, Frankie. I’m here.”

“Orange,” he says, voice strangled-sounding, too many emotions trying to choke him at once. “I’m so sorry. I-I never should have left you. This whole thing has been fucking nightmare from the minute we arrived.”

“Are you okay?” you ask, only to immediately cringe because it’s heartbreakingly obvious he’s not. You rest your head against the headboard of your bed, watching a couple of squirrels out the window searching your backyard for food. “Is anyone hurt?”

“Will’s recovering. He’ll be fine, the bullet went through and through.” There’s a crackle of static as he exhales a heavy sigh, and you imagine him rubbing a hand over his face, nails scratching against the brown and gray hairs along his jawline. “Tom…”

The silence that follows speaks volumes and your heart twists in your chest, understanding what he isn’t saying. Tom’s not coming back. 

And you know without having to ask that the only reason a man as stubborn as Tom ‘Redfly’ Davis wouldn’t be coming back is because he’s dead. 

“Oh, God. Frankie, sweetheart, I’m...” you shake your head, words failing you. I’m sorry doesn’t feel big enough. It can’t wrap Frankie in a hug or bring back his fallen leader, his lost brother. With how much your mind is reeling from the news, you can’t even begin to imagine how Frankie must be feeling.

This time Frankie hears you, understands you, and he says, “We shouldn’t have ever come here. It wasn’t worth the money, not even a damn dime.”

When you speak, your voice cracks and you squeeze your eyes shut. “Please tell me you’re coming home.”

“Soon, orange,” Frankie responds, voice going soft the way it always does whenever he makes a promise to you. Your pounding heartbeat calms almost immediately, resuming its regular rhythm once more. “Two days max and I’m never leaving again. Couldn’t even if I wanted to. I missed you and our pequeño amor too much.”

There’s a split second you think about telling him about your daughter crawling for the first time. But then you think about the joy you had seen on his smiling face when she’d been delivered and the doctor handed her over to him, wrapped in a little blanket, and Frankie had sworn to love her and be there for her every day of his life. 

He made a mistake by leaving, but he’s already been punished by losing a friend. Hearing he missed a milestone would only hurt him, and you can’t bear being the one to cause him further pain.

“We missed you too, Brown Eyes,” you say finally, mouth turning up even though he can’t see it. “You know you’re her favorite bedtime storyteller in the whole world, so get your ass back here ASAP, okay?”

When Frankie reads to your daughter each night, you swear she’s hypnotized by the sound of his voice, looking up at him from the crook of his elbow with an almost-eerie amount of intensity for a seven-month-old as he impersonates each character with different accents and facial expressions. If his heart didn’t soar up in the sky with the birds and clouds, you could imagine him performing beneath a spotlight, easily captivating an entire theatre full of people. No matter the story, he finds a way to bring the words on the pages to life, a talent you were as envious of as you were fascinated by.

“Okay,” he echoes, and it’s quiet for a moment before he hesitantly speaks. “We’re...going to be okay, right, orange?”

“Of course.” Because you would be, eventually. It would take time and a lot more talking, but you’re confident there will come a day where Frankie doesn’t carry the weight of his past sins and guilt on his shoulders and you’d stop expecting the worst to happen whenever he was around his friends, that they wouldn’t take him somewhere—emotionally or physically—that he couldn’t return to you from.

“I’ve only got a minute left on this thing,” Frankie says, sounding a little irritated by the payphone’s timer which brings another smile to your face as you imagine him frowning grumpily at the machine. “But know that I love you, orange. You and our little girl are the best part of my life.”

“We love you too.”

He starts talking quicker, words blending together so fast you almost have trouble understanding him. “There’s a book in the nursery—top shelf, right next to that stuffed Pikachu Benny gave us at your baby shower. It’s a little thing, not even twenty pages, and it’s called When You Love Someone. I don’t remember the author, but it doesn’t matter. Read that tonight at bedtime, would you? It’s her favorite and—”

“Frankie,” you interrupt. “If it’s her favorite then you should read it when you get back. She’ll enjoy it more.”

“No, I want you to read it because it’s how I feel about you—”

And then his voice is cut off by the incessant beeping of the dial tone, annoying and shrill in your eardrum, and you curse, throwing your phone across the bed. 

How I feel about you.

You know Frankie loves you—he’d even just those three precious words not even five minutes ago. So what else could be in this children’s book that’s so important he’d use his last remaining seconds to tell you about it? 

Guess you’ll find out at bedtime.

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The book is exactly where Frankie said it would be: on the top shelf of the bookcase leaning against a Pikachu holding a baby bottle. It’s square-shaped with a pair of smiling anthropomorphic foxes holding hands on the cover, one white and the other ginger, with the title When You Love Someone written in cursive at the top.

“Alright, little love,” you begin, grabbing the book and getting comfortable in the rocking chair. Your daughter, fed and content, sits in your lap, leaning back against you and watching as you open up the book to the first page. “Are you ready for a story?”

You make sure she can see the cute scene drawn on the page of the ginger fox holding a bundle of daisies, offering them to the white fox who is blushing and looking adorably smitten by the gesture. 

“When you love someone, you’ll love them in more ways than one,” you read aloud, resisting the urge to coo when your daughter cuddles closer against you, resting her head against your chest. “You’ll love them like the ocean loves the shore, like the moon does the sun.”

It’s a rhyming book, you realize, which makes the idea of Frankie reading it impossibly sweeter. 

On the next page, the two foxes are driving in a car with little music notes drifting out the open windows from the radio.  The white fox’s mouth is open, singing along, while the ginger fox sits behind the steering wheel, smiling. 

“When you love someone, you love them yesterday, today and tomorrow. You love the way they smile and laugh and how they sing along to the radio.”

The scene reminds you of a road trip you’d taken with Frankie just before you’d found out you were pregnant. A Backstreet Boys song had come on the radio and you’d immediately twisted the volume knob as high as it would go, belting out the lyrics to your favorite boyband’s song.

You hesitate to turn the page, an inexplicable feeling striking you in the chest. A sensation of...wrongness. Like you’ve just told a lie. 

Your daughter wiggles in your lap, forcing your attention back to the present moment, and you make sure she’s secure before continuing the story.

“When you love someone, you love them like they’re family,” you say, looking down at the picture of the two foxes having a picnic on a hill beneath a giant, lone tree. “An unbreakable bond that runs deep like the roots of a tree.”

The tree roots form a pair of intertwined hearts. You should find it cute, but instead it makes your stomach twist into knots, heart throbbing like an invisible fist is slowly closing around it.

You turn the page so hastily you nearly tear it free from the book. The white fox is now cuddling next to the miserable-looking ginger fox with a blanket wrapped around them both. The drawing is considerably darker in tone than the past drawings as the artist gives the impression of sadness even before you read the text.

“When you love someone, you will trust them with your heart.” Your voice sounds hoarse even to your own ears, weighted down with emotions you don’t understand. “Especially when you’re hurt, confused, about to fall apart.”

Staring at the ginger fox, a memory tickles the back of your mind. A hand around your throat. Blood on a white t-shirt. A voice pleading with you just let me hold you, pretty girl. 

And that doesn’t make any sense at all. Frankie has never called you ‘pretty girl’ before, not even the handful of times years ago when you would come home and find him high, eyes glossed over and rambling nonsense. He always called you orange no matter what.

Another page, another drawing. This time the foxes are participating in the trust exercise where you fall backwards and your partner catches you. The ginger fox has safely caught the white one, preventing a collision with the ground.

“When you love someone, you know them best of all. There are no secrets, no lies, you know they’ll be there to catch you when you fall.”

The room’s temperature seems abruptly colder, goosebumps rising along your arms, and you’re reminded of snowflakes falling all around you. A hand on your face, warmer than your coat and beanie combined. I’m not a salesman, darlin’.

“What the fudge,” you mutter, uncomfortably aware of how tense your body has become. You don’t know what the weight on your chest is, how to comprehend its presence, why this book is making you feel a tsunami of emotions with its sappy rhymes and even sappier artwork. Cut it out with the weirdness, you tell your brain. It’s a fucking children’s book for crying out loud.

The next page reveals the two foxes in the middle of a crowded room full of other animals. The pair are staring at each other, little pink and red hearts surrounding them, while everyone else in the room seems oblivious to their encounter.

“When you love someone, sometimes you know it at first sight,” you read, gripping the book so tight your knuckles hurt from the strain. At this point, you’re not even sure why you’re still reading. Half of you is demanding you stop and grab another book to read instead, but the other half is strangely interested in seeing how it ends. “They bring out the best in you, make your dark days sunny and bright.”

Your breath catches when you turn the page. The ginger fox is proposing to the white fox, down on one knee and holding a diamond ring. 

“When you love someone, you might choose to marry them,” you murmur softly, forcing the words out around the lump in your throat. “To be by their side forever, wearing a ring with a fancy gem.”

Unthinkingly, you trace your thumb over the picture, and despite there not being a ring visible on your fourth finger, you can feel it there in your mind. The gentle squeeze of metal against your flesh.

Oh, God, it’s official. You’re losing your mind. Or you’ve hit your head and maybe this is all a bizarre dream. Or maybe you’re sick with a fever and you’re hallucinating or you’re—

A victim of greed. Bound to the...and its whims.

Your head snaps up, Frankie’s voice so loud and clear in your head you expect to find him in front of you, that favorite floral robe of his hanging off his broad shoulders. But there’s no one there. 

A heartbeat later, the fact sinks in painfully slow, another stone added to the pile on your chest, Frankie doesn’t own a floral robe.

You glance down at your daughter, praying she hasn’t noticed your weird behavior, and breathe out a quiet sigh of relief to see she’s fallen asleep. Pressing a quick kiss to her curls, you turn the final page and this time you don’t read the words aloud, hoarding them all to yourself.

‘When you love someone, it doesn’t matter how far and wide you roam. You’ll always find your way back to them because they are your home.’

The book falls from your hands onto the floor. You ignore it, mind buzzing.

Home.

I want to go home.

If you solve the... you might have a chance.

Solve the what? You rack your brain, trying to shake loose that final word. It’s important. The key to explaining all of this, you don’t know how you know it, but you do. 

What can be solved? Riddles. Figuring out a simple answer to a complex question. Except, no, it doesn’t feel right. Your hands twitch with the urge to hold something. 

Puzzles. Pieces slotting together to form a picture, but that doesn’t feel right either. Too many parts to hold. No, it needs to be one thing. One shiny, golden thing you can hold in the palm of your hand like a piece of treasure.

Your daughter lets out a snore, startling you out of your thoughts. You choke out an unsteady laugh and stand to deposit her in her crib for the night. Leaning over the railing, you’re not expecting the bolt of recognition that strikes your body like a million needles. 

There’s a cube in your daughter’s crib. A cube that’s golden and could easily fit in the palm of your hand. A cube with six symbols. A cube given to you by a grief-stricken man who has your lover’s face. 

A cube you promised to solve.

 Feeling sick, you suck in several deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down by looking at your sleeping daughter’s innocent face instead. She dreams, oblivious to your turmoil, and she’s so beautiful with her curls framing her little chubby cheeks.

But the knot in your stomach doesn’t unravel. It can’t. Not when you’ve remembered the heartbreaking truth.

She’s not your daughter.

Oh God. You almost lost yourself. You nearly stole the life of another version of yourself. So selfish, you berate yourself, swallowing bile. So fucking selfish.

This time when you reach for the cube, you don’t let the baby distract you. Not even when she murmurs in her sleep a word that sounds suspiciously like mama. No, you grab it and you take a giant step backwards, the railing blocking your view of her.

Exhaling a shaky breath, you look down at the cube, feeling like you’re seeing the hearts engraved in the golden metal in a whole new light after reading that book. 

The intertwined hearts symbol matches the one made by the tree roots. Representing family, children, loving someone so much you’re always connected to them. And you think not just of the baby in the room, but also of Grogu, that little green, big-eared child you didn’t meet and yet you’d known you and Din loved him as fiercely as if he were your own son.

The plain heart is loving someone wholeheartedly, every little detail about them—their favorite color, what clothes they wear, how they indulge your love of One Direction. You resist the urge to laugh at yourself, wondering how Orange could ever pick another boyband over them. 

The broken heart is the most obvious one when it comes to meaning. Really, you should have understood it from the start. It represents heartbreak and unhappiness, when you’ve been hurt by the one you love most. You gently press your thumb against the symbol on top of the cube, once again hoping Pretty Girl and Dave manage to work things out.

The heart with the keyhole implies it’s locked, protecting something valuable within. It takes a large amount of trust to offer someone the key, to be so open and transparent with them, revealing all your vulnerable parts. Trust is a two-way street and for as much as Jack trusted you with his most valuable secret, you in turn trusted Javier not to judge your odd traits as you fell in love with him.

The striped heart’s meaning is undoubtedly the most ambiguous, but as you stare at the thin lines side by side, dark then light then dark again, you’re reminded that relationships can be messy with ups and downs. For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, to be by someone’s side throughout universes, falling in love again and again.

The heart with the arrow piercing it is another obvious one representing Cupid and his matchmaking skills. Your forehead wrinkles as you think about the notion of love at first sight. You believe it can happen, but you’ve yet to experience it as any version of yourself, not even as your true self with Marcus. In every universe so far, your relationship with his variants has been a gradual development, a love built from the ground up. 

Strange, you think, biting your lip.

And stranger still is you picking up the book off the floor and looking at the front cover again, noticing the author’s name at the bottom: Marie Shaid.

You initially feel a pang of disappointment because it’s not a name you recognize, but the longer you stare at it, the letters start shifting out of order, forming new words, and you force yourself not to blink, not to move a single muscle. Just sit there and watch until the letters finally settle.

i aM hiS dear

You think you’re going to throw up, a wave of nausea washing over you. Only the thief had called you ‘dear’ and his love had been the very first version of you to turn the cube and start the cycle. The thief had been certain she was dead, that her soul had long been lost, but what if she wasn’t? What if her soul was just as trapped by the damn cube as the thief’s heart was?

You finally are forced to give into the urge to blink and the letters revert back to the name, but it doesn’t matter. You know what you saw. 

“You want to go home just like me,” you whisper, staring at the cube with a mixture of contempt and awe. Could there have been other warning signs? Little magical glitches you hadn’t noticed that were meant to keep you on track?

Fuck, you’ve got to start paying more attention. You barely held onto your identity this time—you don’t trust your self-control enough to risk a second occurrence. 

Setting the book down on the changing table, you keep your back to the crib despite your heart screaming for one last look at your little love. I can’t, you tell yourself, over and over, a cruel but necessary mantra. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.

The thief told you there were millions of millions of millions of universes out there. And there are versions of you and him existing in every single one.

But that little girl with your eyes and Frankie’s curls? 

You could explore all the universes a dozen times over and never find anyone else like her. 

Closing your eyes, you turn the cube with the sound of her quiet snores echoing in your ears.

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[selfdestructivecat]

Ok I’m sorry I’m about to go on a bit of a rant but this has been something I’ve seen a LOT of so I wanted to say something, at least to get it out of my system.

The Sanders Sides fandom has a pretty heavy emphasis on shipping, and that’s awesome! While the overarching storyline is really intriguing, it’s truly the characters that make the show shine. So obviously there is going to be lots of fanart and fanfics dedicated to shipping these characters. And there are a LOT of ships in this fandom.

And that brings me to what’s been really bugging me. If you are by any chance a content creator for this fandom and are making shipping art/fanfic…

PLEASE TAG THE SHIPS!!!

Not only is this good for your own post, as it helps your shipping content reach people who LIVE for that stuff, but it’s also helpful for people who are filtering certain ships. Some of these ships can really upset a lot of people, like if one of their comfort characters is shipped with another character they don’t like, or if they have a comfort ship that is being contradicted by another ship, or even if the ship itself just bothers them in a way they can’t describe.

THIS IS NOT AN ATTACK AGAINST PEOPLE WHO LIKE CERTAIN SHIPS. This is also not an attack against people who multiship. You do whatever makes you happy! But something that this community does (and one of the most WONDERFUL things about this community!) is that stuff gets reblogged and shared around a lot! So even if I don’t follow someone specifically because they post content of a ship I don’t like, it’ll usually get around to my dash because y’all are awesome about reblogging stuff!

So that makes it REALLY FRUSTRATING when I see content of a ship that makes me squick. I am not blaming the people who reblog. I often don’t tag in reblogs either. But sometimes I see content of ships I’ve filtered because the original poster didn’t tag the ship.

ALSO, and I know this can be a bit more difficult, but PLEASE REMEMBER TO SPELL THE SHIP NAME CORRECTLY!!!

The shipping names for the SaSi fandom are very tricky and often nonsensical, but if you misspell the ship, it will get past filters. So remember to double check your spellings!!! Ships with Virgil (aka names that include “Anxiety”) and Janus (“Deceit”) have been some of the worst perpetrators.

And I know that can be especially difficult for people whose first language isn’t English, so I understand that mistakes will be made, but please try your best! Other posts with that ship are a great reference!

Ok that’s all. Sorry again for the rant, and I appreciate you guys for listening. ^.^

(And if you ever see me misspell a ship name or fail to include a ship, PLEASE let me know! The last thing I want to do is make anyone uncomfy.)

[wangxianficrecs]

I’m in the mood for a fic where…

*This post isn’t showing up in tags, so if y’all reblog, it’ll spread to more people and garner more fic suggestions!*

Y’all, I’m just throwing 20 of these out at once.  Some of these are months old, bless y’all’s patient hearts.  (I’ve closed my Ask box for the moment, while I try to catch up.)

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1.  Hi, I was wondering if you knew of any fics where Wangxian are being watched having sex by the adults? I know there are those ones about the juniors watching, but idk if there are any about the main adults. - @lizzybgood​

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2.  Do you have any recs for cultivating to immortality? I love the premise that either or both of LWJ & WWX become Immortals and would love to read more fics about the process and the outcome. I've read Monotone and MDZS: The Golden Engine . -  @verylisa 

Running Our Hands Through Embers by MarvelousMar (E, 136k, xicheng, wangxian, my post -- this one is jiang cheng-centric)

I haven’t read these yet, but they’ve come up in other Asks:

If One for you, then One for us by KusakabeNAyako (T, 85k, wangxian, WIP)

Night of Sixth Magnitude Stars by Leffy (M, 23k, wangxian)

the recluse at the end of the moonlit path by b_ofdale (T, 29k, wangxian, my post)

the path to heaven / immortal wangxian by lightningalwaysreturns (E, 51k, wangxian, series in progress)

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3.  Hi, sorry if I'm bothering. I was wondering if you have any fic rec where LWJ goes to live in the burial mounds with WWX. And also any fic where LWJ saves WWX after nightless city and they raise a-Yuan together. Thanks and have a lovely day 💜😊 - @estefanirose​

Life by scifigeek14 (T, 66k, wangxian, my post)

A Crying Shame by thunderwear (G, 16k, wangxian, my post)

Welcome to the Burial Mounds by pupeez4eva (not rated (G), 4k, wangxian, my post)

wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, wangxian, my post, not burial mounds but same energy)

❤️The Yiling Wei Clan by scifigeek14 (G, 45k, wangxian, my post here)

Until It's Dark by suzvoy (M, 121k, wangxian, my post)

Diverge by WithBroomBefore (T, 13k, wangxian)

❤️the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (at gusu, but they raise a-yuan... M, 39k, wangxian, my post)

Bring Your Silence by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (e, 106k, wangxian, series in progress)

the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 41k, wangxian, WIP)

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4.  Hi!🥺💕 Thank you so much for all these recs!! They’re all very wonderful💖 And I was wondering if you could recommend any fics where Madam Yu cuts off Wei Ying’s hand when the Wen’s come to Lotus Pier? Thank you (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡

❤️Love made visible by Moominmammashandbag (M, 31k, wangxian, my bookmark)

brave enough to breathe by Sour_Idealist (M, 10k, wei wuxian & jiang cheng)

a star called sun by thelastdboy (E, 42k, wangxian, WIP)

The waters and the wild by SecretStorm, Fanart by elentari7  (T, 63k, wangxian, WIP) - this is strongly implied

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5.  Hi, do you have a recommendation of when wei wuxian after resurrected, has a frail body or getting sick constantly or getting injured, and is taken care of by people around him? Thanks so much!

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (G, 234k, wangxian, WIP)

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6.  Hey! Your blog is amazing, thank you for all the hard work! [Thank you!]  Could you rec me any canon divergence fics where wwx is not part of the Jiang Sect?

Here’s a whole post for Non-Yunmeng Wei Wuxian.

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7.  Hey, do you have any fics where the people of yilling are just... Cool? With having wwx around? Like, they like him and help him, think of him as a protector and it makes the other sects go "???????"

Bring Your Silence by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (e, 106k, wangxian, series in progress)

Just as the Snow Melts by draechaeli (T, 66k, wangxian)

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8.  hiiii!! thank you for your efforts in this account <3 did u know that whenever i come on here your account is the first i check? ^__^ [wow, that makes me so happy!] anyways, idk if this has already been asked, but do u have a collection of fics about lan wangji getting friends?? he's my fav character and i wanna read something where he has other ppl to lean on aside from lxc.

❤️save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, my post)

The Pursuit of Knowledge by Katalyna_Rose (M, 8k, wangxian, my post)

Vagabond by xantissa (E, 66k, wangxian, my post - lwj has an OC friend)

No boys allowed (except Lan Wangji) by allollipoppins (M, 97k, wangxian, WIP)

There's No Shadow of Love by OrdinaryRealities (T, 37k, lan wangji & mo xuanyu, wangxian, series in progress)

The Sun Sets Like a Whispered Regret by OrdinaryRealities (T, 41k, lan wangji & jiang cheng, wangxian)

@lanzhqn has a Youtuber AU on twitter in which Lan Wangji is friends with Mo Xuanyu (I don’t have a link for that)

mianmian the disaster lesbian saves the cultivation world by i_kinda_like_writing (T, 28k, wangxian)

Best Friends Forever by JiangChengLotus (T, 3k, wangxian, lan wangji & jiang cheng)

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9.  Do you have a criminal wwx tag? [No, sorry, but maybe ppl have suggestions?]

Be Gay, Do Crime by merelydovely (T, 11k, wangxian)

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10.  Hello! Can you suggest anything that incorporates Chinese culture (like traditions, folklore, etc)? Like ones where they are gods, or ones with details about ancient China, or modern AUs that keep their Chinese identity? Thank you!

❤️Demonic Cultivator's Blessing, or: Curse of the Bunny Gods by FayJay (E, 25k, wangxian, my post)

When You Wake, 怎能当梦一场 by MouSanRen (T, 6k, wangxian, WIP)

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11.  i just read and so my heart beats wildly and it was fantastic! do you have any recommendations for rivals au? it can be canonverse, modern, or anything! i just want to see them as actually being rivals/enemies not just miscommunication frenemies like in canon.

Let the streetlights guide you home by tellthemstories (M, 37k, wangxian, my bookmark)

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12.  Do you know any Fem!Wangxian fics that don’t center on smut?

To Deserve So Much More by renysen (T, 20k, wangxian, my post)

❤️Beauty and the Boot by PTchan (T, 45k, wangxian, WIP, my post)

Oh! My Empress! by dandelion_san (T, 3k, wangxian)

we can both fall far in love by orphan_account (G, <1k, wangxian)

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13.  Got any modern AU partier!Wei Wuxian Wangxian fics?

i'll be your girl by plonk (E, 38k, wangxian, my bookmark)

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14.  hi, any new wangxian mpreg you can recommend? pls and thank u!

everything on this MPreg Post is current

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15.  Hello! I know you're only doing reblogs right now but was just wondering as I'm new to the fandom. Has anyone ever written any fics where lw does demonic cultivation? Either the whole plot reverse kind of or together with ww for a bit or something like that or is that just not done at all? 😋

Wen Prison Sleepover by staringatstars  (T, 55k, wangxian, WIP)

in the face of cruel fate by sunlaozu (T, 10k, wangxian, WIP)

Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here by bluerainmist (M, 51k, wangxian)

Alleviate by Carey_Miller (M, 93k, wangxian, WIP)

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16.  Do you have anything that deals with Lan Wangji's relationship (or non-relationship) with his parents? Like his mother and/or father being in the fic?

Meng Yao vs. the Board of the Homeowner's Association by Ariaste (M, 114k, xiyao, wangxian, WIP)

in case of fire, break glass by Jenrose (T, 65k, wangxian, my bookmark)

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17.  any fave modern aus/aus in general that feature nie huaisang?

❤️our footsteps sing a reckless serenade by ThirtySixSaveFiles (e, 46k, sangcheng)

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18.  Any rogue cultivator LWJ?

Believe by Quiet_crash (G, 11k, wangxian, my bookmark)

on love and letting go by milkcartonkid (M, 23k, wangxian, my bookmark)

❤️And Miles To Go Before I Sleep by Glitterbombshell (T, 24k, wangxian, WIP, my bookmark)

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19.  Hi! I’m looking for fics where Jiang Cheng knows/finds out a/ wangxian’s mutual feelings (but they haven’t confessed yet) and ends in a confession. Also open to any third party getting wangxian to confess (w/ preferably humor). Love the banners you make for your fic recs and hope you’re doing okay w/ your busy schedule rn! [Thank you!]

can people untie themselves, uncurling like flowers by annemari (T, 19k, wangxian -- Not humourous, but JC helps them get together by telling LW his brother is an idiot.)

❤️ unabashed indecency by quags1re (T, 25k, wangxian, WIP, my post)

shorthand of emotion by sarahyyy (G, 6k, wangxian)

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20.  I'm sorry. Do you know any fics where something happens to WWX and LWJ just snaps? (Can go as dark as you want)

phase boundaries by chinxe (T, 6k, wangxian)

[electromignion]

Bridgewater doodles I did at uni compilation! (+ lil headcanons about Jeremy Bradshaw having a tattoo and when he is having a cold)

As some of y’all might know I’m back at uni so I don’t have time for big drawings but I tend to doodle a lot in class! So here are a few Jeremy, Vipin and Olivia doodles! (So sorry for the checkered paper and the lessons notes but it’s my lessons 😭) (and yes this is only what was doodled this week as I started on Monday dkdjdjjdjd, I think every week I’ll do a compilation post as I post them daily on Twitter 😭)

Putting the close ups with the headcanons after the read more 🫶

I like to think that when Jeremy has a cold he comes to class with a thick cardigan 😭🫶 He would also have a big cup of hot tea with honey in it, yes, the mug would be even bigger than the usual ones his students are used to see him with, and he would only put the friendship pin Vipin gave to him on that cardigan 🥺🥺

(The t-shirt is a reference to the drawing Fox Mulder gets in “the Jersey Devil” in the X-Files)

One of my recent biggest headcanons is that during his teen rebellious phase (yes, the same one as in my young him fanart), Jeremy Bradshaw did a stick and poke tattoo himself (don’t do that) and he still has it although it’s quite faded, of course nobody knows and it’s quite a secret, as it’s a rather small sized simple triangle on his thigh he never really got any comment on it.

The triangle is the same as the Bridgewater triangle because it was a way for his young self to tell himself that he would never forget his dad and that in a way, Thomas Bradshaw would always stay here with him no matter what especially when his mom “replaces” Thomas with her boyfriend. Whom isn’t liked at all by Jeremy at the time and still isn’t liked nowadays anyways 😭

I can totally imagine Vipin and Jeremy doing some research at Jeremy’s place as his place would be much comfier if they have to look through books and everything for a long time and Vipin ends up staying cuz it’s late, Jeremy comes wearing shorts at some point:

“Wait you have a tattoo, Jeremy?”

“That’s a long story, Vipin”

And then Vipin would be extremely curious about it but would never question it again to respect Jeremy’s boundaries until the moment he would tell Vipin himself, and Vip would feel extremely honoured of that trust.

I just wanted to give Jeremy a just out of the shower vibe here 😭

Totally a ref to the X-Files to the episode “Quagmire”! I already headcanon Jeremy has having a Big Blue mug so I thought why not continuing with that? Its irl equivalent is Nessie! (So you know!)

And here’s a close up of the others 🫶

I’m quite proud of the one where he has his brown corduroy jacket and his blue shirt because I never draw him with patterns on his shirt and I love patterns on him! I think it suits him well! (Although I don’t think he often wears patterns)

And also thank you for bearing with me as I show my doodles as it’s really quick class doodles and I have absolutely no way to look at ref pics so it’s all from memory only 😭

[saiki-kusuhoee]

Hey idk if ur still doing requests or not but could you maybe do one where Tamaki, Fatgum and Todoroki’s relationship with their fem! S/O gets leaked maybe. It’s okay if you don’t want to tho! 🤍🤍🤍

Im sorry! I made it gender neutral by accident, please forgive me!

Amajiki Tamaki

➤ He’s totally panicking when celebrity gossip overflows into both you and his names all over tea spilling pages and celebrity news. All he’s wondering is; a) How this happened, b) if you knew, and c) How you feel. He’s running his hands through his hair and pacing in his room when you knock on his front door.

➤  He sits you down and talks at a really fast pace about the rumours, and how devastated he is, and +, he’s muttering apologies along with it. It's a bit silly, how he’s reacting, so you try to get him to relax. It's hard for him, though. He would never ever admit it, but he’s quite possessive of you. He’s really scared of some villain targeting you, or stealing you away.

➤ He’s very self conscious about that, and he really thinks that you can do wayyy better than him, and wants you too. But his thoughts are particularly contradicting, as he never wants you to leave him. You’re just so special and you make him feel amazing about himself. His love for you puts him on cloud nine and makes him a much better hero.

➤ He admits why he’s so scared, and it's an eye opener. You hold him and tell him you adore and need him as much as he needs you, and that there's no better than him. You guys cuddle and kiss, and he calms down considerably. You two decide to confirm the rumours

➤ To Amajiki’s surprise, the public loves your guy’s relationship, and it takes a huge load of stress off of him. Everyone loves you two so much that there’s fanart and fanfictions of you two. Some are not so safe for work, unfortunately…

Taishiro Toyomitsu

➤ When Fat Gum agreed to go on a daytime talk show, he wasn’t expecting to be bombarded with questions about his romantic life. He denied having anyone special, because you had expressed that you didn’t want a public relationship, and he respected that.

➤ But then, they pull up the pictures. The first of which is you walking relatively near him, and you could just be any person, then another with you entering his agency with takoyaki. But the last one was you two at the beach, kissing. (this was probably on the ellen show, y’all)

➤ Taishiro is beet red, and stammering that it's not what it looks like, with the background of the audience laughing, he doesn’t seem so credible. Just like that, your guy’s cover is blown, and it's undeniable.

➤ When the show airs, Taishiro is apologizing profusely. It’s not his fault, and you make sure that he knows that, since he’s talking all of the blame. He feels like he let you down, majorly. You continue to tell him that it's alright, stuff like this happens.

➤ He comes out with a statement to the public, not with words, but with actions. He publicly proposes to you, turning heads and making your heart swell. The flash of cameras and cheer of the surrounding citizens. He loves you, and isn’t afraid to show you off. So, will you accept his proposal?

➤ Unlike Amajiki and Toyomitsu, Shoto completely forgot that your guy’s relationship was meant to be secret. Like Fat Gum, he goes onto a talk show, and when he’s told how handsome and charming he is by the female host, leading to her making a single slight innuendo, he snaps. “Pardon me, I have an s/o. Their name is y/n and I intend on being loyal.”

➤ The clip of the show goes viral, and everyone is feral over you. After people see your face, He’s got thousands of fans on every social media of his telling him how gorgeous and attractive you are. His replies are all- ‘Yes, I am aware that y/n is stunning. Thank you.’, ‘Yes, I have seen them before.’ and ‘How do you guys know about y/n??’

➤ Wow… I mean- Shoto is a real piece of work, huh? When you ask him why he's being so nonchalant about leaking your guy’s relationship, he didn't see it as a huge deal. Sure, you’ve vaguely suggested keeping it a secret, but it was still weird that your notifications were constantly blown up with people asking for your guy’s relationship details.

➤ Shoto’s justification is- “Baby, We’re going to be forever together, I swear. Someone was bound to find out. I just feel like our love shouldn’t be a secret. And I’m sick of everyone ‘shipping’ me with Bakugou and Midoriya. I love you, not them.” Again, Shoto is a real piece of work, he’s so sweet. <3

➤ As previously mentioned, everyone loves you. He takes you out on fancy dates often, and it's not rare that Endeavor is asked how he feels about you. Bakugou and Midoriya are asked if they are sad as well. Yaoyorozu definitely feels something, but not enough to speak out, she’s married to Jirou, anyways.

[kawasiki-jo]

And Yet Again, We’re Fucked ✨

- Sorry but this chapter's post won't have fanart cause I'm wrestling with my CSP software to save all my art. I am not winning.

I'll try having it fixed by the next post just so I don't lose my mind. But until then, please bear with me. - Joanna.

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I want to preface this part of the rant by addressing a few things that I’ve been asked on tumblr about the posts - 

1. This was never really meant to be a full fanfic, it was originally a 3k comment that I had sent on one of the fan pages i followed. The reason I uploaded it was because Instagram had a really short word limit and most of the comment was cut off, resulting in me having to individually send the whole thing to whoever wanted to read the full comment. It wasn’t necessarily proper in any way, hence i referred to it as a rant and not a ff. the second part of the rant was meant to be a mere skeleton of how i envisioned Macau and Chay getting their lives tangled up in each other’s. which brings up the next answer.

2. The lack of detail is, or well was, intentional. Just so the reader could imagine at their own pace, add details to whatever part they wanted. It was also meant to depict the underlining derivativity of actual affection and honesty shown to the second family siblings. Everyone already knows Vegas’ side of the story by now, but I didn’t want Macau to be left out. the novel does give his perspective some reading time, but I wasn’t fully satisfied with the dept it portrayed.  

3. Hence, all the posts are from Macau's perspective - so far. I felt the need to focus on him, since the series as well as the novel already provided for Chay’s POV. It allows me to create some sort of a time line that runs parallel to the series. 

4. In this rant, Macau isn’t very integrated into the dramatic events that happen in the series - in the sense he has no knowledge about some of the stuff that happens with the main family. seeing as I am portraying him as the one always left in the dark, don’t be surprised when I don’t mention a lot of events that pertain to the other couples of the series. it’s pretty understandable. But all the main events will be covered, don’t worry.   

5. Do I hate Kim? Yes, I absolutely fucking do. I detest him, very much. the fact that he does what he does, just cause he can, without considering anyone's feelings, irks me to no end. No one asked him to do an entire flog background check, no one even consented to that. He just goes about digging up a past that no one wanted to know. Porsche and Chay seemed to be at peace with their parents death, initially until Porsche’s entire world is flipped upside down and he realizes that he can’t fucking deal with everything changing. But the fact that Kim decided he’d ignore that and ‘find out what really happened’ pisses me off. even Korn knew not to break the siblings bubble until he was forced to. Kim disregarded Chay’s peace just so he can do what? Know everything and then what? Just remember, denial may be tough and annoying to watch, but sometimes it’s what’s preventing a person from becoming the worst they can be. I have so much more to say. But I’m already wasting so much of your time. So I’ll leave this with one last note. Jeff bringing Kim to life, makes me hate Kim so much more. (I absolutely appreciate Jeff, he did an amazing job in making me want to smack the shit outta Kim)

4. There now is a plan to make this a full fanfic, because i’m apparently the easiest person to coerce. But there’s still a bit of internal discussion on how i plan on making it a ff when i’ve already set out the first few chapters of the storyline for you guys. If y’all are still up for it, I don’t actually mind. 

As I see it, there's a few ways to go about it:

   a. would be to start all over with dept and details.

   b. would be to continue, but start the details from the next post.

   c. would be to continue with just a skeleton, and then maybe write a whole ff.

   d. would be to just write the skeleton.

I’m open to whatever.

I’m not evil enough to just post a half-hearted QnA so I’ll get on to the rant.

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Macau should just leave it alone. he really really really should.

But a few days later, when he opens his Instagram the first post is from Chay’s account. it’s shaky as if the phone was moved just before the camera could click, but noticeably a picture of Kim, who’s playing the guitar.

But what Macau notices, even more, is the background. it’s Chay’s house. Macau is sure of it. A 100%. shaky image and all.

He tells his brother he’s going to the Skate park again, but this time Vegas tells him to take some bodyguards with him. Macau wants to argue, but he’s aware of the situation right now. He knows what happened to his second eldest cousin (referring to the lost-in-the-woods,-but-it’s-not-Kristoff-singing-it scenes) and that the main family suspect them first. 

He nods and is taken to the park, but half an hour later Vegas gets a call from Macau’s head bodyguard that he’s run away. Vegas sadly sighs as he tells them he’ll go collect him.

Escaping the guards was a piece of cake according to Macau. He’s done it a couple of times, but his main problem would be the amount of time he has until his brother comes for him. Judging from how loud his father was in the morning, Macau guesses that Vegas is in the warehouse near the east river by now. 

20 minutes, give or take.

He sits himself down at the same milk stall he had visited before, waiting - for what he isn’t sure, but he does it. 

10 minutes and he’s restless, knees relentlessly trying to keep his feet grounded. He has no idea if they’re still home, or if Kim has left or anything really. He’s wasting his time again.   

Nothing.

The 20 minutes go by and he sees nothing. He doesn’t know what he was hoping for, but he feels slightly crushed. 

His brother is feeling generous, he thinks. Giving him more than 30 minutes to waste away his time. When Vegas finally arrives he gets into the car without a word. Not sparing another glance at that stupid white gate. 

They get home and Vegas stops him from getting out of the car. He reminds him that he doesn’t need to keep an eye on Chay anymore, that he’s already done with his task.

Macau wills himself to resign, for the sake of his sanity brother. He feels bad that he’s also wasting Vegas’ time. He didn’t miss the budding red bruise on his brother’s left cheek. he shouldn’t be troubling his brother like this, Vegas has so much of work to do. 

He unfollows Chay.

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.

It’s the last two weeks of school, Macau can’t wait to finally be free from that hell hole. He has successfully managed to avoid Chay, actively leaving when the boy is anywhere within his peripheral. if he did manage to do the same in his mental realm, he leaves no comment. Not that Chay noticed. 

He’s forced himself into a steady rhythm, chastises himself when he catches his mind reminding him of anything related to Chay. He had dramatically gone and packed up all the one piece manga he got after seeing Chay read one volume. He had also gone the extra mile and told his bodyguards to drop and collect him from the west-end school gate. it’s an extra eight minutes walk to his class, but it’s the path furthest from the music room and Chay’s class, so he does it. grumpily.

In an awful turn of events though, which Macau will surely argue is the universe’s way of fucking him over, yet again. he happens to overhear Chay confessing his love to someone, when he’s on his way to the school gate. his immediate reaction is to duck and hide behind the pillar.

He’s filled with a sudden feeling of unwanted hurt as his heart is pounding away in his ears. he’s going to town on the straps of his bag, surprisingly not ripping them out of the seams, with the force he’s crushing scrunching them in. 

He can’t bring himself to look, or move, or even breathe for that matter.   

He hears it once, then twice, then thrice, and surely he can’t be going mental enough for his own mind to replay Chay’s words again and again. 

He peeks, just to prove his sanity. 

And then he’s left confused. 

Chay is the only person there. 

Just when he thinks he’s actually fallen off the edge into hallucinations, he hears the confession again. But this time he can see that Chay is reading from a piece of paper. Or was it to?   

Macau’s been through a lot and judging from his recent plummet into insanity, he’d reckon that to was not so unbelievable. 

He’s thrown out of his mental crusade by Chay’s frustrated groans. he watches Chay pace in circles as he animatedly ruffles his hair out in frustration. It’s absolutely fucking adorable Macau’s heart is now beating rent-free in his mouth. 

Takes him of while of staring watching to understand that Chay is rehearsing . Chay is rehearsing his love confession. Chay is rehearsing his love confession to Kim. 

When his brain catches up to the realization, it’s a blow right to his gut. he feels the bile rise as he’s trying to get himself to calm down. he’s trying to reason with himself that he has no need to be affected by this. no reason whatsoever. 

His reasoning is weak solid and absolute bullshit true, he can’t afford to waste his time. this has already taken up so much of his youthful final school year. it also shouldn’t fucking matter to him. Chay is no-one. Chay was just the task he was given. Chay doesn’t even care about him

He crumbles to the floor, knees to his chest. hoping that at least they will hold him from completely coming apart.

Thankfully, his moment is ruined by the sudden blare of a phone ringing. he’s startled, but Chay’s sweet voice cuts through the tone quickly. 

From what he overhears, Chay isn’t talking to Kim. it’s a relief, but it’s short lived. He hears Chay enquire if ‘he’ is in the studio today.

The answer must be yes, because when he checks, Chay’s face lights up with the biggest smile Macau has ever seen on him. that stings.

Chay thanks the person on the other end before scrambling to collect his bag and guitar case. He rushes through the hallway, making Macau frantically fling his body into the bushes to narrowly escape being seen.

When he can no longer hear the resonance of running echo through the hallway, he takes out his own phone and texts his brother to send him all the addresses of Kim’s recording studios

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Macau in this post is the epitome of ‘faking-it-and-hoping-i-don’t-crash-and-burn- till-i-make-it’.

also talk about organ displacement, poor Macau has had his heart take a paid vacation to smack the shit outta his braincells.

Also I'm aware this is short as well, and most of it was just me wasting your time. But I didn't want to give a full post (or whatever this was) without knowing if y'all wanted a full ff.

Let me know what you want, so I can continue.