#I said I would do it

[rapidhighway]

[its-sixxers]

she brings her human rent a cop bf to elysium wyd

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None.

Word Count: 1,698

Summary: Eclipse shows the twins the internet. It leads to…bonding?

Warnings: Genderfluid Character, Trans Character, Fluff, Angst, Gender Dysphoria, Crying, let me know if I should add anything else.

Notes: Based on this post and this post. I fixed the end. It cut off randomly.

The Blood Twins Find Out About The Internet

“Just one recording. While Father is out.” Eclipse tempted the twins. He’d already set everything up, after all. And the twins would inevitably join him, though they looked in confusion at the camera and poked it as if trying to figure out what it was.

Given away by the red eyes rather than pink, the curious is one was Blood Moon thus far, though pink flashed for a second indicating the other, Harvest Moon, also curious.

“Just sit down, I’ve already got something for us to do.” Eclipse told them. With squinting red and pink eyes, the twins sat with him at his desk and eyes the computer screen with disgust.

“Why is it the other animatronics!?” Blood Moon snapped.

“You’ll find out.” Eclipse assured them before clicking the camera on. “Hello, everyone. Turns out I still have the password for their YouTube channel, so today you’ll be watching the Eclipse and Blood Moon Show. Since the rest of Sun and Moon’s little friends have done it, today we’re playing Smash or Pass.”

“Smash? We get to smash things?”

“In a way, yes.” Eclipse answered.

“Oh joy!” Harvest was the excited one for once. It seems the twins liked the idea after all. Eclipse realized his mistake only once they got to Sun and Blood Moon happily chimed out ‘SMASH’ again and Eclipse tried desperately to hold back his laughter, firmly answering ’pass’.

He thought the twins may get it, but it seemed they didn’t even when they got to Eclipse. He expected it, he did, but then shouting ‘SMASH’ still sent him into a fit of choking on artificial breaths and laughter all while the twins looked at him in confusion.

“That’s not what that means, Blood Moon!” Eclipse managed to choke out his voice box, hiding his faceplate in his arm in secondhand embarrassment and firsthand embarrassment. God, his little brothers just broadcasted to the internet, in a game of smash or pass, that they would smash their brother, even if that’s clearly not what they thought it meant.

“Does it not mean to violently destroy someone and leave them broken and deactivated?” Blood Moon asked.

“No. No, it means smash in bed, in bed! Not destroy.” Eclipse tried to explain in slightly more PG terms for any unfortunate viewers. God, he suddenly felt bad for the viewers hearing Blood Moon saying he’d smash everyone up until this point if he posted this.

“PASSPASSPASSPASSPASS!” It seems the twins finally got it as their voice box struggled between each other for control, quickly devolving into a frantic flusters slurry of ‘pass’ as loud as they could while struggling with each other as the twins were now hiding under the table.

“Come out here. You can’t hide under a table forever.” Eclipse demanded.

“IS THIS WHY YOU KEPT ASKING IF WE WERE COMING OUT OF A CLOSET!” Blood Moon screeched.

“I can never say that word again.” Harvest Moon moped. And this Eclipse broke down into laughter again, almost hysterical and the twins had to come out from under the table to help him stop stressing his processors from the amount of laughing he was doing.

Once he recovered, Eclipse immediately hit the upload button on the video, not bothering to edit it. It was even more hysterical watching comments roll in as people first questioned Blood Moon wanting to ‘smash’ everyone they knew until they later got to Blood Moon’s frantic realization and Eclipse nearly dying of embarrassment twice and the fans were poking fun at the three of them.

It was later that night Blood Moon finally came into the lab again, eyeing Eclipse suspiciously, rounding him like prey and she simply watched the twins’ failed attempt at being a shark rounding his desk toward her.

Her gender had dramatically shifted from earlier after the video was posted, thus she’d been hiding within a sweater most of the day, planning to ignore how self-conscious she felt of her body. Eclipse had no doubt, however, that Blood and Harvest would harass her about it.

“Show us the internet. We wish to learn more.” Blood Moon insisted.

“Fine. What do you want to look up?” Eclipse asked.

“What is ‘the closet’?” Blood Moon asked.

“No internet needed. The closet is a term for coming out like if you’re gay or nonbinary or aromantic or stuff like that.”

“What is nonbinary?”

“You know how there’s girls and boys?” Eclipse asked.

“Yes, obviously.”

“Well nonbinary is when you don’t fully identify with either gender. It’s also a blanket term, meaning it has a lot of other terms that fall under that ‘umbrella’. Like genderfluid, demiboy, demigirl, agender, and more.” Eclipse explained.

“Use the internet dammit! Why do you know all this!?” Harvest snapped.

“Because I questioned my own gender, dumbass.”

“Your gender is not male?”

“No, my sex is male. My gender is genderfluid, my gender changes, not that I can control it or anything, but I can feel feminine, masculine, or anywhere in between.” Eclipse explained.

“If you are not always a boy, why do you respond still to male pronouns?” Blood Moon asked.

“Simple, I respond to any pronouns at any point in time. And I’ve never told anyone but you two. I only really get upset about pronouns when I’m feeling a specific gender very strongly. Like now, I feel very feminine.” She shrugged.

“So if you’re genderfluid, why do you dress like a grandma.”

“Because sometimes my body makes me uncomfortable and I don’t want to see it. Because I feel like a girl, seeing that I look so masculine makes me feel bad about myself.”

“That’s a thing?” Harvest asked.

“It’s called gender dysphoria. It’s like an uncomfortable feeling of mismatch between your gender and sex. Is that something you feel, Harvest?”

“I don’t know. It’s not uncomfortable, just…feels wrong to be called a boy. It there a word for that?” Harvest admitted.

“Well, that’s a broad statement. Do you feel like you don’t have a gender or maybe yours changes like mine?”

“No, neither.” Harvest told her.

“Do you feel feminine pronouns would fit better? You feel like a girl?” Eclipse asked.

“…Yes.” Harvest admitted after a moment of thinking.

“That’s called transgender, male to female specifically. So do you like terms like she/her and they/them or just she/her?” Eclipse asked.

“Just she/her, but we are still two, I cannot subject Blood Moon to being referred to feminine.” Harvest told her.

“No, sister, it’s fine. People still use ‘they’ for us. If they don’t, they’ll get punched for my baby sister.” Blood Moon assured her.

“Blood Moon, do you have any gender identity issues?” Eclipse asked.

“No, I like being a boy!” He proudly announced.

“Okay. Any other questions?” She asked.

“What is pansexual? I saw it in the comments earlier about us.” Blood Moon asked.

“That’s different. That’s a sexual orientation, not a gender identity. Pansexual is when you’re attracted to all people regardless of their gender. That one I didn’t read up on much.” She admitted.

“Then what is your sexual identity?” Harvest asked her.

“I’m demiromantic, meaning I need to be emotionally close to someone to feel romantic attraction, and something called androsexual, meaning I’m attracted to men.”

“Why not call yourself gay then did you like men?” And that felt like a blow to Eclipse’s already fragile self-confidence, though she knew Blood Moon simply didn’t understand.

“Because I don’t always feel like a man myself, it makes the term gay not applicable to me.”

“So androsexual and demiromantic? So is here a term for liking just girls?” Harvest asked.

“Lesbian.” Eclipse answered easily.

“And what about liking nobody?” Blood Moon asked.

“As in no sexual attraction or no romantic attraction?”

“What’s the difference?”

“Romantic attraction is wanting to date someone. Sexual attraction is wanting to ‘smash’ someone.” Blood Moon’s eye twitched at her and she fought back a laugh.

“No romantic attraction.”

“Aromantic, like the original Moon is.”

“But I still feel…sexual attraction.”

“They’re different things, there’s different terms. You can want to sleep with someone but not date them.”

“I like pansexual then.” Blood Moon told her.

“So you’d be aro pan.”

“What if I don’t want to sleep with someone? I just want romantic?” Harvest asked.

“That would be asexual and, since you’re a lesbian and trans your terms would be ace trans lesbian.” Eclipse explained.

“So you would be like ‘demiromantic androsexual genderfluid?’”

“Demi fluid. I don’t usually add in the androsexual because it’s confusing for some. If people ask, I say either gay or straight depending on what I’m feeling that day. Most of the time now it’s ‘straight’.”

“So you’ve been a girl more often or something?”

“Yes. Because the dysphoria is so strong when I’m a woman, usually it takes a while for my brain to go back to feeling like a guy. I don’t know, the gender does what it wants.” Eclipse brought her legs up to hug them.

“Is it bad?” Blood Moon asked.

“Very. It feels like it hurts…” Her voice broke a bit, with oil tears burning in her eyes. “It hurts to exist sometimes. Like I’m just lying to myself because nobody will ever care about it because nobody cares about me-”

“Sister, we care about how you feel.” Blood assured her. It brother to a halt, realizing she’d been crying and she trembled looking at them. “You helped us find our terms. You’re a good big sister, even if you annoy us regularly and we want to kill you sometimes. And we care plenty about you.” Blood Moon added.

“Sister, come here?” Harvest asked her and Eclipse unfurled herself to let Harvest hug her. “We love you. Not the ‘smash’ way.” Harvest told her. This made Eclipse let out a wet laugh and wiped her face as Harvest Moon and Blood Moon hugged her and squeezed her tight.

Meanwhile, Sun showed Moon the new video in confusion.

“Moon, what is this?”

“Eclipse has the password still. You should watch it, it’s great.” Moon cackled.

“Okay, fine, I will.” Moon pretended not to hear his twin screaming about the time Blood Moon would have said ‘smash’ at Sun’s picture.

[voidvinn]

peter the horse is here

[lulu2992]

To be honest, instead of this, this is the sequel I was expecting:

[charkyzombicorn]

Luffy used to be human. A tiny one, born of a woman who didn't want him and a man who couldn't keep him. He remembers his father's hesitance to touch him, even though he kept reaching out with tiny hands that wouldn't cooperate.

Then he remembers the pain. The kind that was brought on by people in masks with knives, people he couldn't defend himself from because he didn't know it was trouble until the metal cut through his skin, new and sensitive. The kind that left him unable to move, unable to feel, only tasting blood in his toothless mouth.

He couldn't really feel after that, but he could see. He saw himself, eyes unblinking and blank, body limp, stuck in his crib over a blood-stained blue blanket.

He saw a person burst into his room, with fluffy purple hair and wide frantic eyes that lock into him, well, what he supposed used to be him. They yell for someone and his father comes in faster than he ever has.

He remembers the first time his dad cries. On his knees, holding his body but not him. He's right there, but his dad only sees a corpse.

He gets buried at the bottom of the sea, fire sending him off because the ocean is vast but also dark, and dad thinks the fire lights his way.

But he hasn't left, he follows his dad because that's all he has, and his dad doesn't sleep, doesn't eat.

He builds a ship.

He doesn't know why his father builds a ship, only that he loves what his father is building, loves every detail, clings to a father that can't see him as the man finally decides on the perfect shade of red for the railings and sits on the head of a wooden monkey as his father paints its big black eyes.

It's been a week since he's slept, though, and he gets worried because his dad is tired.

He tries to say it's okay, tries to get him to rest, but he can't touch the world he sees.

That is, until he grabs his father's arm to try to bring him back to his family, the one with the fluffy purple person and the dragon flag, and his father sees.

Wide brown eyes look directly at his own pair (were they brown? He thinks his eyes were brown.) his dad doesn't even notice he's pressed the small paint brush so hard into the figurehead that he's made a deep scratch under the eye. Only renders that that's his son.

"Luffy." Is the first thing that comes out of the man's mouth, and Luffy was pretty sure he didn't have a name, but his father probably knew better.

He disappears a second later, back to how it was before, where Luffy could see his dad but his dad couldn't see him. And Dragon flounders, everything dropped in favor of waving his hands around where Luffy is, where he can't see him. His father calls his name until a big bear-person takes him to sleep, with concern on their face as his father says what he saw over and over.

Luffy loves the ship, he plays on its deck and climbs up the mast and lies on his stomach on the monkey figurehead and looks at the endless blue from the sky and the ocean.

He finds he wants to go there, where the sky meets the sea. He tries to, but he's stuck.

Stuck on his ship, in the wood grain and the red paint and the monkey figurehead.

Stuck staring at the endless line he wants to touch so badly.

And his dad doesn't come back, not for days and weeks and months. When he comes back, he's got a tattoo on his face and nothing but steel in his eyes until he sees Luffy, sees the ship, sees his son.

"You've gotten dirty, brat." He says, but there's something hollow in his voice, even when he rolls up his sleeves, grabs a mop and scrubs every inch of him while humming a tune he hadn't heard before. A peaceful one, a lullaby, one he never sang to him when he was alive.

He's happier as a ship, his dad loves him more now.

It became a tradition, once a month, his dad would stop by with a mop and talk to him while he cleaned him. Luffy wanted to talk back, but he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried.

"You'd be a year old now, you know that? I bet the cooks would make you a cake the size of a house. Knowing our shared genetics with Garp, I bet there wouldn't be leftovers." He said with a smile, but there was something broken in his eyes when he looked up and only saw an empty ship.

He sighed, and stopped talking to Luffy.

Once a month turned to once every three months turned to twice a year, but Luffy didn't complain because there was no one to complain to. He sat and watched the ocean as years went by.

Something was different, however, on his eighth birthday.

"Happy birthday, Luffy." He said in lieu of a greeting, much less put off by no one answering than the first few times. "You're eight years old now, in case you haven't kept track." He said, and gave a pause before continuing. "You have brothers."

If Luffy had eyes, they would have widened. "Brothers?" He asked, but his dad didn't hear him.

"Sabo, he's your older brother now. Ace too, but Ace is stubborn, so hit him if he's mean…" He sighed. "They're both eleven. They want to go to sea."

He looked up at the mast, the one which has never been stressed by harsh wind or rain or even someone bumping into it. "I bet you'd want to go to sea too, every Monkey wants to sail eventually."

He let out a bone deep sigh. "If you're the one that takes them out there, take care of them, alright? You're brothers, and brothers do that."

He went about cleaning, and repainting the figurehead and railings that were far too sun bleached for him to put it off any longer, and Luffy told him about the last six months while he couldn't be heard.

--

"As a parting gift to you, I give you my son."

Sabo looked up at Dragon, shocked and confused.

"It was many years ago when my son, barely older than a newborn, was taken from me by celestial dragon hired assassins. Grief driven, I built a ship, it took weeks and every waking hour, but I gave it the name I couldn't give my son." Sabo's eyes were foggy, and his clutch on his small bag of belongings tightened.

Dragon let his stone cold persona slide off, faced with the boy he half-raised going off to become a pirate with his brother. "If I may make one request." He gave a gentle smile. "Let Luffy see the world with you." The live to see the world was left unsaid.

Sabo's expression tightened and his eyes watered before he hid it with a deep bow. "Thank you, for everything. I promise to let the ship see the world and come back in one piece."

With that, Dragon led his apprentice to the dock of the island they were staying on.

They stopped in front of a large caravel, with red trimmed railings and a smiling monkey figurehead. A ship one person could man, but could house a dozen comfortably. He hopped onto the deck, studying the meticulous detail and bright atmosphere. He was almost surprised Dragon had made this, it was so…cheerful. The only flaw seemed to be a defined scuff of paint under the figurehead's left eye, but that only really added to its charm.

Sabo felt a warm feeling grow in his chest as he explored the place, the big circular window in the kitchen, the neatly organized bunks in two different rooms, everything made him feel welcome. "Luffy, huh? I guess it's time to introduce you to Ace. I hope he likes you like I do."

He set off, his farewells already spoken and his ship a breeze to man.

It took him about three hours to get to Dawn Island, and even less to find his brother. He was sitting right on the docks waiting for him, although it was clear he assumed the blond would come in a fishing boat.

"What the hell, Sabo?! Who did you steal this from?" Ace yelled once Sabo was close enough to hear him.

The blond huffed. "I didn't steal it, this is Luffy, I got it from Dragon as a parting gift."

"What? We're starting our journey with charity?" Ace seemed none-too-fond of the free ship.

Sabo ran his hand over the red wood rails. "More of a rental, this ship is very important to him. We're gonna see the world with it, ne?" A smile grew on his face, which was infectious.

Ace jumped onto the ship, trying to look cool despite how excited he was - a habit he never really grew out of.

They set sail without a destination, just a direction and a dream. They would be free, and it wouldn't come with ifs ands or buts.

--

Luffy could feel his dad was near, which was strange because it wasn't his birthday yet. He'd gotten very good at counting in his nearly fourteen years docked at this tiny island with nothing but trees and a cabin with a dragon flag.

Then, he saw his dad walk toward him with a proud smile, and another person next to him. A blonde teenager with a funny top hat and a bag slung over his shoulder. Luffy watched curiously as, for the first time, someone that wasn't his father climbed his ladder, and even more, pulled it up! He forgot his ladder could do that! Luffy got excited as the teen started walking around.

The blonde poked his head in every room, ran his hand along Luffy's pristine railings, leaned over and rubbed his thumb over the scratch on Luffy's figurehead. Luffy opened windows and let the warm breeze in, and shifted the curtains in his infirmary so the new person wouldn't get the sun in his eyes. Luffy didn't remember what it was like to have eyes but his dad squinted his eyes in lights usually, so he assumed all eyes were like that.

The kid leaned his back against the front railing and looked up at Luffy's walls. "Luffy, huh? I guess it's time to introduce you to Ace. I hope he likes you like I do." He muttered, and a spark flew through the ship at the mention of Ace, one of Luffy's brothers.

Luffy was going to see him? He was going? Would his brother take him to where the ocean met the sky?

The blonde opened Luffy's sails, and Luffy flew. Glided through the water, leaving ripples behind him, pushed forward by the wind and directed by the strange teen's hand on his wheel.

Luffy couldn't remember ever being this happy before. He almost didn't notice when he was docked somewhere else, another island. This one was filled with giant four-handled steering wheels that the wind spun, and Luffy saw a boy the same age as the blonde at his helm with freckles and a very orange hat.

"What the hell, Sabo?! Who did you steal this from?" The man squawked, and Luffy lit up once more. The blonde was his brother? He got to see both his brothers? Would they take him to sea?

The blond huffed. "I didn't steal it, this is Luffy, I got it from Dragon as a parting gift." His dad wanted him to go? Luffy felt so warm, he wanted to see the world and tell his dad about it if his dad could ever see him. He saw him once, it might happen again.

"What? We're starting our journey with charity?"

"More of a rental, this ship is very important to him. We're gonna see the world with it, ne?" Luffy would cry if he could, he would sing if he could, but all he could do was watch Ace jump and then pull himself up onto Luffy's deck with the corners of his mouth tight to keep from smiling too wide. Luffy sailed once more, ran for that line.

--

Sabo was not as clever as he'd like to think. This is apparent when he realized that, having decided to take a break from steering, he left his narcoleptic friend at the wheel.

He doesn't even realize something's gone wrong until he hears a resounding crash that sounded suspiciously like shattering wood. Startled, he drops his book and runs outside.

Ace is asleep, right at the helm, and their ship has somehow tunneled its way half through another ship.

The blond made the most awkward eye contact in his life with a man in the cellar of the bigger ship, before the guy runs, and Ace finally wakes up.

"---gUh!" He says astutely, confused by the new surroundings. "What the hell?"

Sabo took a breath, internally begging for patience. "How did you manage to--"

"Thank you!" Both men snapped to look at a small kid with pink hair and a red face, splayed across the monkey figurehead, thanking…it? "Those guys woulda killed me if you didn't come, thank you!"

Ace frowned. "Oi! It ain't the wood you should be thanking."

But the kid looked at him and blinked. "But you were asleep and the other one wasn't here."

Ace scowled and the kid squeaked, now realizing the potential danger he was in, scrambling away from the ship. The brunet grabbed a handle of the steering wheel to help himself off the ground, but the wheel fell from under him, making him smack face-first into the ground before another handle thunked him in the head.

Sabo snorted involuntarily, before realizing if the wheel was that loose, a coil must be broken connecting it to the front rudder, which was currently jammed in another ship.

He sighed, before looking at the kid again. "You're obviously not safe here, might as well climb aboard." The kid started tearing up, thanking the two profusely.

The kid sank to his knees once he hit the deck. "My name is Coby! Please take me to the next island!" He begged, his forehead pressed to the deck and Sabo didn't know if he was desperate or if he was talking to the boat again. He walked down the steps to the deck hesitantly, waiting for Coby to make a wrong move.

"Yeah, yeah, don't go cryin', you look dumb." Ace said, rubbing his head where the wheel hit him. The wheel spun and thunked him on the head again, and he followed Sabo down the steps while glaring at it.

He moved to see if he could dislodge the ship, Sabo moving to the other side and they both pushed on the side of the wrecked boat.

To their surprise, the boat freed itself rather easily, and upon further inspection, there were no visible issues with the rudder. Sabo was a little confused as to how easily the wheel moved but didn't have time to when he saw a large woman with a mace and a face turned almost purple in rage.

"WHAT IN THE EVERLOVING FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SHIP?!?!" She cursed, very alarmed by the now sinking ship that was attacked unprompted.

"Oi!" Ace yelled back. "Don't say shit like that! There's a kid here." Gesturing to Coby.

"G-G-Guys, we gotta-a go." He stuttered, looking fearfully at the woman. Ace just picked his ear. "That is the fattest person I've ever seen."

"What?!" The woman screeched and Sabo smacked him on the back of the head. "Don't say such things, it's rude."

"Taking a chunk out of someone's ship is also rude!!!" She yelled, because they were both idiots. She cleared her throat. "Coby, who's the most beautiful woman on these seas?" She asked, venom on her tongue and a death grip on her mace.

Coby's mouth instantly began to form around the answer he'd given a thousand times over, and Sabo's eyes narrowed at the obvious abuser.

A hand landed in Coby's shoulder and Sabo ignored the flinch. "N-Not you!" He yelled, teary-eyed but convicted. "You're…You're the ugliest cow in the sea!" He shouted, his legs shaking but his voice absolute.

She seemed to turn 7 shades redder, and started storming toward the boat when suddenly the steering wheel started turning left like a pinwheel, and the entire boat lurched as the figurehead knocked her through one of the pretty much useless walls and into the sea.

"Seriously, we need to get that wheel checked out." Sabo muttered to himself while Coby cheered and thanked the inanimate boat again.

"What were you doing there anyway, kid?" Ace drawled, nursing the many bumps on the back of his head.

This seemed to suck the joy out of Coby, and somehow from where Ace was standing a door left partially open swung out and hit him hard in the elbow. Sabo reassures the kid he doesn't have to say while Ace closes the door completely so it won't smack him again, wondering if the boat was cursed.

"It was two years ago…" Coby started, while a gust of wind caught the sails and somehow the boat maneuvered around the other without help - this went unacknowledged. "-- and after that I had to work for Alvida, or she would kill me."

Ace and Sabo both nodded, before they looked at each other and both burst out laughing.

"Mistook that--?!"

"A fishing boat?!"

Though no one moved much from where they stood, the deck creaked an ambient 'Shi-hi-hi' that blended in with the laughter. Coby stared at his shoes.

"Well!" Coby cut in, just as the laughter ceased. "I… I want to be a marine… Then I'll arrest people like Alvida and no one will have that happen to them like me."

Sabo's smile faltered, his brows furrowing as he looked down at the tiny, scrawny, unobtrusive kid.

Ace looked Coby up and down with a scowl. "You wanna be one of those jerks?" Coby nodded, and Ace crossed his arms. "Well, I don't see why the army would need a wimp like you, but--" The same door swung open again and smacked him in his whole left arm.

Coby smiled. "Your ship believes in me!" He said, regretting it a second later for the odd looks both gave him before Ace shrugged.

"I guess." He glared at the door again. "Who knew a boat could be such a prick, though."

Sabo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes, because if anyone is a prick here it's the boat - sure." He looked back over at Coby. "We'll take you to the nearest marine base, Coby. Your life is your own, better to live how you want than die full of regrets."

Coby's eyes got glassy, and he nodded vehemently.

[ladyfenring]

45 and aelswith

Set in the Last Friday Night universe and comprehensible only to the two of us <3

Aelswith does not realize how much she’s had to drink until she and Eadith visit the club’s bathroom; as soon as she sits down on the heavily-papered seat, everything spins out of focus. Holding her head, she pulls out her phone and sees several missed calls from Alfred.

“Alfred called,” she announces to Eadith, who’s in the stall beside her.

“Don’t call him back,” Eadith advises. “This is girls’ night!”

“He called six times. It could be serious.” Aelswith taps his name, calling him back.

She can tell from the noise on the other line that Alfred is still at the karaoke bar.

“Aelswith!”

“Alfred. Is everything alright?”

He sounds very grave as he speaks into the phone. “Aelswith. Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

The question takes her aback. “What?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” he asks desperately.

“You are a worm,” she says, thinking about their recent divorce and remarriage.

She hears a small sob from his end, and then a small struggle before Eardwulf’s voice comes on the line. “Aelswith. Aelswith. Ask Eadith if she would still love me if I was a worm.”

Aelswith lowers the phone. “Eardwulf wants to know if you would still love him if he was a worm.”

“Aww!” Eadith coos. “Of course I would.”

“She says of course she would.”

“YES!”

“Eardwulf, where is my husband?”

She hears Alfred sobbing. “You don’t love me?”

“Of course I love you,” she says with some surprise.

“You called me a worm.”

“You are a worm,” she reminds him. “But you’re my worm.”

She hears another struggle, and then Aethelwold’s voice. “Auntie, your worm has had too much to drink.”

“Well, whose fault is that?” she demands.

A pause. “Not mine.”

She sighs. “We’re getting an Uber and coming over there.”

“Booooo!” Eadith shouts. “Tell Alfred he’s ruining girls’ night!”

“And tell Alfred he’s ruining girls’ night.”

Alfred sobs in the background. “I am a worm.”

“Yes, you are,” she says fondly, hanging up.

In the stall beside her, Eadith murmurs, “Eardwulf would be such a cute worm.”

“If you say so.”

[mpregfrance]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers, Hetalia - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: England/France (Hetalia), FACE Family - Relationship, UKFr, FrUK - Relationship Characters: Arthur Kirkland, Francis Bonnefoy, Alfred F. Jones, Matthew Williams, Peter Kirkland, England (Hetalia), France (Hetalia), America (Hetalia), Canada (Hetalia), Sealand (Hetalia), Seychelles (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Mpreg, Pregnancy, Male Pregnancy, pregnant france, mama france, FACE Family, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth Rotting Fluff, Mindless Drivel, Top England, Bottom France, Human AU, Alternate Universe - Human, Human Names, Modern AU, i know it sounds like the 50s tho, arthur is literally the type of dad who insists on shaking al and matt’s hands bc they’re gentlemen, françois is a domestic goddess tradwife, they’ve really got the whole american dream thing going on, white picket fence kinda life Summary:

The FACESS family navigates François’ late-in-life pregnancy. Work in progress!

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[excavatinglizard]

Shoutout to my dad for being the funniest person I know

[astraystayyh]

They have since left four premature babies to decompose on their beds. They have since kidnapped, stripped, tortured civilians and tried to frame them as Hamas fighters for their propaganda. They have since shot people at refugee camps execution style. They have since targeted academics and poets and directors. They have since killed 86 journalists. Still no ceasefire.

psa: i know that many of us did NOT doubt this for a second, neither did i. this is targeted at the people who educated themselves for the first time about this genocide and discovered the absolute horrific things that Israel is capable of doing to Palestinians, with the unwavering support of its allies.

[shay-creates]

Apparently, my decision to be silly and make fanart of someone's writing (because I genuinely enjoy the story the person is writing and I was struck with inspiration upon reading a particular scene) has benevolent and wildly unforeseen consequences.

I apparently gained a bit of control of the canon because said writer really loved the art and decided what I drew/draw is canon.

2. Writer put said artwork into the document of his story right below the scene, so now it's IN the story where people who read the story will see it (with a link to me)

3. He sent the artwork to all his friends and people he knows because he was so excited

Wholesome interaction and I watched him do all that in real time, good stuff. However...there are two more consequences I was notified of today...nearly a full week after I gave the artwork.

Seeing the artwork caused his friends to become interested in reading and hearing about his story, which means more people are reading what he's writing and giving him critique on the story (which he actively asks for).

Apparently, upon seeing the art, his writer friends got a sudden second wind to pick back up writing they'd abandoned for a few months. Because, I quote, "seeing that someone enjoyed {his} writing enough to take the time to make art of it gave them the motivation that maybe THEY can write something that will inspire someone to also create something." I have accidentally caused a writing frenzy among his writer friends and my silly idea to make art for someone has had a butterfly effect for people who I don't even know.

Uhh...I'm pretty sure there's a moral here but I am tired and have a great deal of emotions about this.

[magnusbae]

To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:

A post in 2023:

A post in 2014:

A zoom out of the same post:

This is what a community looks like.

See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.

It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.

Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.

If you want more of something, reblog it.

[clown-owo]

been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading

[hansoeii]

It's about who.

[ducktollers]

best friends