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multifandombookstore · 9 months

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ok so like ik u can write duncan but can u write alejandro or noah? im simping for them hard :sob:

er, have u ever wrote them b4 is what im asking basically there isnt enough x readers of them on here </3

HI IM SORRY I DIED GHEOHAEF

I mainly write for Duncan but I definitely could write for other chars if requested!! Alejandro is definitely one of the ones I'd write for cause that man is so MMMMM yanno? Noah on the other hand I could not do sorry 😭✋

to make up for taking so damn long to respond, here are a couple lil hcs for f!reader & Alejandro!

similar to Heather, you see right through all his charisma and lies

you smelt bullshit from a mile away and you let him know as much at any given possible opportunity

you were nice and maybe a little standoffish to other contestants, but to him? You were outright cruel

then again, that's what drew him to you in the first place <3

puts his charms on HEAVY when talking to you (or just in general) just bc he knows it annoys the shit outta you and he loves getting you worked up. He'll even say that to your face

anytime he flirts with anyone, you visibly gag (to which he'll just tease you and say that you're jealous which makes you gag further)

you swear up and down that you two are sworn ENEMIES, but he likes to go around and tell everyone that you're secretly dating and to not tell anyone

(this ofc gets out cause no one can keep a goddamn secret to save their lives and oh ho ho lemme tell ya. When you found out he was telling people you two were secretly dating, you gave him a black eye that lasted at least a week)

"My mother has always told me to date strong, independent women." Was his response to you punching him

you really can't win 😭

he can tease and charm you all he wants, but the second anyone else does it? Yeah, nice Ale goes away

this ofc pisses you off cause "I can handle myself just fine, Alejandro."

"I know you can, princessa. You shouldn't have to, is the point." God damn him-

he's always unfazed by anything you do (or at least pretends to be), but nothing gets him angrier than seeing you flirt with other contestants

he, ofc, can't show this though, so he'll just have a private "chat" with whoever it is later

Chris, being the scheming demon he is, will sometimes make it to where you two are on the same team

at first, you are bitching up a storm and he won't stop smiling, but when the challenge actually starts, you two are a monster of a team. Everyone is definitely scared of you two (Owen makes a comment that you two make an awesome power couple and you glare at him)

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m4tthewmurd0ck · 9 months

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Tom Blyth x Actress!Reader

i try to avoid descriptors but i do use she/her! click [HERE] for my tom blyth masterlist :)

you post a meme, but of course the internet takes it too far. set a few days after the vogue interviews, so tbosas has been out just over a month. we’ll just say december 22 since it came out november 17. also i changed the ending for the film because eventually you’ll be working on the sequel hehshsdb

tagged; ewanmitchell

liked by houseofthedragonhbo and others…

yourname me trying to sneak into theaters so i can see people’s reactions to tbosas but i don’t want them to know it’s me. alternatively; coriolanus walking around knowing damn well what he did to sejanus and lucy gray 🤬

username excuse me i’m wheezing 😭

↳ username she really tagged ewan snsjdhxjsushxa

rachelzegler 😂😂😂😂

yourname has liked this comment

username she better avenge her boyfriend in the sequel!!!!

↳ username has a sequel been confirmed already???

↳ username not officially but with how things ended there better be one. talk about a cliffhanger!

↳ username can anyone spoil it for me how does it end??

↳ justiceforsejanus well since you asked!! after the cabin fight scene with nova may and coryo, he does manage to knock the gun out of her hand and attempt to choke her to death BUT my gworl makes an escape and goes who knows where. cut to coriolanus with his 3rd hairstyle of the movie and he looks out before it cuts to black and then the quote from future him “it’s the things we love most that destroy us”. you think it’s over right but NO MID CREDIT SCENE!!!! he knocks on a door and nova may answers. she’s obviously shocked and all he does is that stupid grin (🥵) and say “we’re gonna make a deal”. THEN the screen cuts to black and… that’s all we get. definitely potential for a sequel

↳ username waaaait that means yourname and tomblyth will work together again! and this time their characters might interact more!

username why does she always post ewan when she’s dating tom?

↳ yournamefan relax becky it’s a meme.

↳ username just saying i wouldn’t appreciate that.

↳ yourname good thing i’m dating tom and not you then isn’t it 🤭 also i love you yournamefan 💕

ewanmitchell if i had a dollar for every time you used this screenshot 😩

↳ yourname omg it’s lucerys killer aaaahhhh!!!!

↳ ewanmitchell i hate you 😩😩

enews uh-oh! yourname posting about her on screen boyfriend and not tomblyth? 👀

↳ yourname please take several seats

yourname has blocked enews

username poor tomblyth

↳ username right. yourname isn’t even that pretty he could do so much better!

↳ username 👏👏👏👏

↳ username i hope he leaves her soon.

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Tom Blyth x Actress!Reader taglist — if you requested to be tagged and don’t see your user, I wasn’t able to tag you! if you’d like to be added, let me know!

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wouldlesbianismsaveher · 16 days

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Greetings, fellow women lovers!

Do you ever look at a woman in a relationship with a man and think "damn. that guy treats her awfully. she would have been much better off if she dated me another woman instead."?

I do. Often in fact. Here, we ask the eternal question: would lesbianism save her?

Submit your blorbos here, and have the internet judge their fate!

Plus, have a look at the spreadsheet to see who's already been submitted!

Rules:

One character per submission

if you include spoilers in your propaganda, please say so so i can mark it accordingly

No real people

No harry potter characters

Justification/propaganda is not necessary, but it is preferred

Be civil! any bigotry or harassment will result in a block

Queue is currently set at 6 posts a day. Characters will be posted in order of submission.

FAQ under the cut!

What if the character is from a non-visual media? (a book, podcast, etc)

Don’t worry about it! Just mention that there aren’t any pictures of them, and I’ll find a book/podcast cover to use as the image. If you have a preference on which I use, just link it like you would a character photo.

can we submit fanart for the character photo?

You can use fanart, however you have to have permission from the artist. If any artists find their art on this blog when it shouldn't be, let me know and I will remove it immediately.

How long does it take for characters to be posted?

The queue currently has about two weeks’ worth of characters. Generally, expect about 1-3 weeks between submission and posting. If you want to be notified when it goes live, add your username into the form and I’ll tag you!

How can I contact you if I have any questions about/ suggestions for the blog?

My asks are open! I don’t bite, I promise, and I’m more than willing to change things up if needed :D

What if the character is from multiple medias?

List the one you want in the post title OR the overall name of the media in the “source media” section, and then list anything that you also want tagged in the “additional information" section. For example, if you wanted to submit Superhero Lady, you might put “Marvel Cinematic Universe” in the source media and then “Superhero Lady is cool the movie, Superhero Lady returns, Superhero Lady: Avengers” in the additional information section. Please be clear with where the character is from, as I don’t know 90% of these characters.

What else is the “additional information” section for?

Anything you want to let me know, really. If your propaganda contains spoilers, then you can say so here. Additionally, by default I refer to all characters as “she”, so if you want me to use another pronoun, you can let me know here.

What do you count as spoilers?

Any information about the plot of a media that has been out for a month or less at the time of submission, and any major plot information/ plot twists/ reveals that may significantly impact somebodies experience of any media, regardless of the release date of the media. This does not apply if you are submitting characters from classical literature.

Brought to you by Mod M (they/she). If I ever do something stupid and/ or incompetent, let me know so I can fix it. My only qualification for running this blog is that I'm currently winning lesbianism.

Inspired by blogs such as:

@couldtransitionhavesavedthem @couldaromanticismsavethem @couldpolyamorysavethem @couldtransitionsaveher @couldfatnesshavesavedthem @is-your-blorbo-neurodivergent @aretheyqueer

#not a poll #gimmick blog

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first-edition · 6 months

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Fox and the Hound

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more.

Cw for chapter- alcohol consumption on 18+ words and themes overall. Slight angst.

// A/N: just wanted to apologize for the broken links at the beginning of the book since i changed my username they haven’t been working but i assure you I’ll get to fixing them. I will also end up making a goggle docs with the entire book for downloading when this series ends//

Previous chapter here

CHAPTER 15

“Sandor” you speak your voice soft as it fills his ears. He looks up to you awakening from his sleep a kind and welcoming smile sits on your face as his vision slightly clears his finger tips running up and down your nude side as the night before now was filled with much needed passion.

“y/n.” he speaks your name, somehow feeling slightly foreign. The sleep from his eyes is not yet completely clear as your shape and frame begin to come into the dim morning light shining through the curtains of your shard chamber, the morning sun heating the room.

“Sandor.” your voice sounds again as it sounds more distressed.

“What? I'm right here.” he says, his voice sounding more muffled in his own ears.

“SANDOR! AHHH” you scream a blood curdling scream.

Sandor jolts away as his horse lets out a soft snort of the fire that was burning far enough away that when it pops none of the coals get on him yet he can still feel the warmth, now burnt out to a mere smoke.

“Fuck.” he grumbles sitting up rubbing his hand down his face wiping the blurring sleep from his eyes.

Now he's dreaming about your torment, great. The last thing he needs is to be drunk with you on his way to finding his way back.

Having fallen asleep outside Planky town after setting up a quick camp, Sandor is back up again to put out the rest of the fire and gather his things before getting back onto the horse and heading to sunspear. The fishmongers and ship traders won't be out for another hour as it's dawn and the sun has only barely risen above the mountain line, but that seems to be all the time he needs.

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Tying up the horse outside the town of sunspear he walks through a cape he stole from his pass through the vaith draped over his shoulder and the hood hiding his face well enough for people not too notice, although his height and large stature is another thing the thriving village marketers seem to be aware of.

The smell of rotting fish and sweaty overworked men fill his nose causing him to cringe a bit as he walks through the fishing posts to the ship traders docks. A short line of three men is lifted fast before Sandor gets to the head trader.

“You. I need to know if a woman and young squire passed through here some days ago." Sandor speaks his voice is husky and deep.

“You're gonna need to be more specific than that, a lot of fair maiden and young men pass through these parts, it's a market after all.” The man with a deep Irish accent speaks looking up to the 6 '7 man.

“She would be dressed nice and he’d be a fucking squire.” Sandor says gruffly as having been lost from you for around a week or two now has been fiddling with his head.

“No need for tha’ kinda langue now is there!” the smaller man speaks.

“The princess of volantis.” Sandor says, pulling his hood off. The man gasps, taking a fearful step back as sandor towers over him.

“Y-you're the hound aye ‘ou are.” the man says in shock.

“A band of king's men came a throu’ ‘ere lookin f’er the likes of you.” the trader speaks with a slight shake in his voice.

“The princess!” Sandor grunts, grabbing the man.

“No’r I swear it. Don't yah think i'd notice if the damn princess of Vol’antis came through here. Looking fer my own ship to sail.” The trader chuckles is slight fear.

Sandor lets him go, stepping aside for the actual paying customers as his mind once again runs wild with everything and anything that could've happened to you, the dead horse in his path could mean a dead you.

“Oi yah Hound ser, no princess has come through my part as of yet, but you best be tryi’n the innkeep. A princess like one yer search’in for would wan’ a roof ov’r her ‘ead to sleep the night away.” The ship trader says clearing sandors head a bit as he point the larger man toward the stone path way showing his the inn sign hanging from afar. With out thanking the ship trader sandor heads twords the sign walking a fast pace for his larger size.

Opening the door he ducks his head slightly so as to not knock it on the frame; the inn lounge is already half full with the raging market and sleepaway eating breakfast. Sandor walks over the edge and takes a seat in the corner at the empty table not necessarily wanting to be seen.

A young girl no older than 14 comes up to him and sets down a larger mug a bit small in sandor hands however, but nonetheless pours him ale out of the pitcher she holds.

“What can I get for you?” she asks. Her voice is small and quiet, reminding him of you when you first met.

“Chicken and bread.” Sandor says, pulling out the leather pouch of coin which he also stole.

“Th-there's no need ser, it is the lord's day we do not accept coin on such a day.” she says leaving the jug of alcohol in front of him and walks off. Sandor scoffs at the day of religion people take so seriously. Sunday of all days is like no other. He takes the mug of ale to his lips and drinks, quenching his thirst as he gulps it down.

Not even a moment later an older woman, most likely with the innkeeper's wife, sets down a plate of food for him.

“Can I get yer anything else ser?” she asks, wiping her hands off on her apron.

“I'm looking for someone.” Sandor speaks looking at her even while sitting him still at eye level.

“And who might it be m’lord?” she asks.

“The princess of volantis and her attending squire.” Sandor speaks again.

“N-no m’lord i would know if i housed a princess under my roof.” She speaks. Sandor grumbles while taking another drink as the woman walks off. He tries to clear his mind as he eats but yet it's still full of worry and despair. Maybe you hadn't gotten there yet with the long walk it would take, no the amount the horse was decayed yud been here, he told to wait.

Once done he gets up leaving a coin despite it being ‘the lord's day.’ He walks past the overly drunk men laughing and others enjoying their meal but stops when his eyes catch the short brown hair and skinny frame. He turns his head seeing her.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks.

“Shit.” Ayra curses under her breath as she turns around to face the giant man she used to protect her sister before she ran away.

“I asked you a question girl. What's a stark bitch like you doing so far." Sandor speaks, stepping closer to her.

“Same as you giant…h-hiding.” She says Sandor scoffs and exits the lounge only for Arya to follow after him.

“W-wait.. I need your help.” she says following him as he walks back up the road to the entrance of town to the horse.

“Fuck off girl.” he demands.

“No, my brother and mother! I need you to take me to them.'' Arya squeaks out as she almost trips over a loose brick in the road. He stops and huffs out.

“Why? Why should I do that for you? I've got my own business girl, one that doesn't concern you.” he speaks.

“I overheard you looking for y/n!” she says, causing him to stop as well.

“I could help you. I-if you get me to the battlegrounds i’ll give you enough coins and men to find her for you.” she says.

“I trade you for a coin then?” sandor speaks

“Yes.” Arya speaks. Sandor sighs shaking his head knowing its going to be a stupid fucking idea.

“Fine.” he replies and continues to walk out of the town.

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ika-archieves · 2 months

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what happened?

short ver: my twitter art acc fucked up mental health so nuked it, i am rebranding and it will be 18+ but i'm unsure about this acc's future (either soft block minors or move to a new acc). new vibes will drop when i feel better. also new fursonas yipee yay

long ver under the cut

idk if anyone noticed that my twitter is...basically gone now. like gone gone and i'd feel bad about not telling why it's deactivated.

basically it's been a mental burden to me lately. even though i'm not happy with the yarasa2k alias, the twitter account just hit me like a dodgeball of depression every time i logged in, it was especially bad there. and i had this bad habit of feeling like a content creator instead of an artist because i'd notice my post would flop hard if i took breaks and my sweet time, which is BAD for the mindset let's say considering i only managed to get 1300 followers across almost 6 years wow, that's a lot of people for sure but what's the point if i feel like only 10-15 people are seeing it. i want to take my sweet time, draw something i'd actually get inspired by, look at the drawing and go "whoa i want to make this a poster" i want to give y'all a juicy piece which leads me to another point.

i...don't want to appeal to children. i know my style is on the cuter side with bright colors and squishy faces but i am an adult and i want to talk about mature shit god damn it. that doesn't mean i'm gonna be a pron artist or whatever but i don't want to limit myself, i want to throw a hot woman or two occasionally idfk, i swear a lot so that should say smth LMAO. i want to not nuke this acc for archiving reasons (twitter sucks at that so i didn't mind nuking that one) and i can make this acc either retired or soft block every minor oomfie i have idk yet, would love some suggestions.

i am going through rebranding where i made brand new fursonas without any "fusing the past 2 fursonas" bs, two to be specific. so far i love drawing them considering i now take my time in pieces i can't wait to introduce yall but i am still on the mental break where i just take a breather and draw whatever i want. once i feel better i will come back with a brand new twitter acc. i won't change usernames til that account is born so you won't know :P my other ocs will stay for now theyre neat. maybe i'll do the projects i've been slacking on since they take a while to make (like a 3d model or an animation). i post them in friend discord servers rn :3

when will i come back? i dunno, when i feel better and ready i suppose. for now im on a hiatus on every site but i will be lurking bc i love looking at art raaaaaaaaagh. and my comfort lads. cya later skaters

#ika rambles #announcement #important

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welcometololaland · 1 year

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Fic Rec Friday - Round Up Part 1

Thanks to everyone who participated this week - the theme was: rec a fic starting with the same letter as your name / username. I have a list below, but I only included ones people tagged me in or ones I could find from the #fic rec friday tag. If I've missed any, please let me know!

Please read at your own discretion. Heed tags and ratings on each individual fic. Keep yourself safe, friends!

Also PSA - the rec lists were super long this week so i'm so sorry if i have stuffed up a link or accidentally put someone in the wrong category!

911 Lone Star (Part 1) (needed to be split into 2 posts this week!)

(Fl)oral arrangements by Lolaland (me)

(It Can't Come) Too Soon by onionrings_andhoneymustard

A Chance Do Over by @lightningboltreader

A Clock Chimes Softly Twelve for Midnight by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

A Lack Of Color by @iboatedhere

all I know since yesterday (is everything has changed) by @strandnreyes

Among my stillness was a pounding heart by tailoredshirt

And They Were Roommates by Lolaland (me)

And This Is Romance, Let’s Dance by @rmd-writes

Back to You and Me by @three-drink-amy

Begged And Borrowed Time by @iboatedhere

By Your Side by @never-blooms

can i be close to you? by @catanisspicy

Cold Feet by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

come back, come back, come back to me by @irispurpurea

coming down (crossover with 911) by @taralaurel

damn the consequences by @morganaspendragonss

Delicate by paperstorm

Feels so good in my arms by lakeofshiningwaters

Find another dose by paperstorm

Fire Meet Gasoline by @howtosingit

Flashes of silver by @bellakitse

forever will never be long enough (with you) by falloutmars

Four Suits by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

got my heartbeat skipping by @unbreakablejemmasimmons

got real love maybe by @reyesstrand

gravitate towards you by @rafael-silva

hands are tied and clocks are ticking by @terramous

happens great, happens sweet by @reyesstrand

haunting by @morganaspendragonss

heartbeats by McRaider

hold me like you never lost your patience by @color-me-paranoid

I Don’t Have to Live Without You Anymore by @howtosingit

I promise that it's worth the risk by @marjansmarwani

i was made to keep your body warm by @bellakitse

I'll be here all the same by @strandnreyes

i’ll go on singing till i know you’ve heard by @maxbegone

i'm half-doomed (and you're semi-sweet) by @roseapothecary

if you're broken, I will mend you by honeysnapdragon

in the night (come alive) by @reyesstrand

Invisible String by paperstorm

It Beats for You by @basilsunrise

Just Coffee by @taralaurel

let me take your heart (love you in the dark) by @reyescarlos

Life, believe, is not a dream, so dark as sages say by @beautifulhigh

Life’s a Game of Inches by paperstorm

lit the spark (that set a fire) by @reyesstrand

love is like ghosts by @reyesstrand

Love is Pain by @moviegeek03

love me as if i were forever by @rmd-writes

love of my life by @colonoscopys

Lucky Dog by @lightningboltreader

Make the Yule Tide Gay by @rmd-writes

Man to Man by @carlos-in-glasses

My Home Beats in Your Chest by @justaswampdemon

meet me in the margins of an old cookbook by buckleyblueeyes

raise no liar by @blueink3

real or imagined, what does it matter? by @marjansmarwani

rehearsal by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

Requesting Immediate Backup by @chicgeekgirl89

Ritual by paperstorm

Rosa Mundi by @thevenstar

#fic rec friday #911 lone star #fic rec friday round up

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praecurokat · 1 year

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Ted Lasso S3E8 We'll Never Have Paris - Thoughts on an eventful episode!!

*SPOILERS*

-I don't know what to feel about Nate and Jade's relationship but I love seeing Nate happy!

-Please God I hope the writers aren't setting up some elaborate Jack sabotaging Keeley arc..... I just have a bad feeling...

-"Is this a game or child labour?" "In late-stage capitalism, what's the difference? "Word."

-Roy calling the Diamond Dogs "a living fucking nightmare" while still being part of their meeting from the other room...typical!

-Trent's expression when Beard started barking was priceless!!

-Nate's dismal Diamond Dogs parallel the "Love Hounds" is so sad... please let him rejoin the Diamond Dogs... Nate needs a gossip circle!!!

-"Or, they go to see Oscar Wilde's grave" and "I didn't know Oscar Wilde was dead, some of his quotes feel so modern, so of our time"- there have been lots of Oscar Wilde references in this show... what are you saying with this Ted?

-Poor Keeley.. but some of the reddit usernames under the leaked video are killing me.. 'SendMeBigFilthyFeet6969.. AnonAndAnnoying00227... ScrappyDooEnthusiast1289.. and BringTheMayonoise_0327.... i mean come onn

-Jamie is still taking selfies in the locker room.. some things never change!

-"Do we delete our memories too?" "No, cause no one can steal your memories." Bumbercatch: "That's not entirely true." .... very mysterious..

-OH NOOO Isaac just got Colin's phone please my heart just dropped.... why am i so afraid for him ....Isaac is so nice.. what was that reaction... what was that ambiguous reaction??? ... did not expect That To Happen.

-Beard: "There is an immersive Jack the Ripper walking tour that Jane's been raving about. It's like, six hours long, and at one point, you get chased." Jane is an enigma.

-"This is my friend Keeley Jones".. OH DAMN SO EVERYONE'S GETTING EXPOSED THIS EPISODE!!

-ah to live in ted's idyllic neighbourhood where people sing and dance spontaneously and walk around the pristine streets kicking footballs

-Welll i guess that's the end of Jack and Keeley's relationship.. would've seen that coming if I hadn't deliberately ignored the 3000 signs in the last few episodes.

-Jamie having made his password 'password' is so accurate to the first season himbo version of him..

#ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso s3 #ted lasso #jamie tartt #colin hughes #rebecca welton #trent crimm #roy kent #richmond himbos #jack danvers #anotherofmybrilliantthoughts

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gremlintooth · 23 days

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AHHHGH DUDE, IVE FINALLY FOUND YOU ON HERE, YESSSS BRO, YOUR WRITING IS PHENOMENAL, (I'd say I'm the biggest lagwafis enthusiast on the internet, as soon as i read lagwafis, I bought the CD, the collectors edition pill pack white shirt, I have so so so many quotes on my Craig Tucker Shrine from the fic, and if you wanted to know, I've currently managed to read lagwafis 388 times, people believe I know it by heart, get it? "I know you by heart, Tweek" and the agonizing fact I quote lagwafis every day whenever I see a brink of reference infront of me, like let's say yesterday, I was in a store- and I saw a tub of chai latte and I was so close to screaming lagwafis reference inside of the store, I'm also cooking up some fan art (specifically from coming home) so I'll totally tag you when it's out) AHHH I'M GONNA WRITE SO MUCH ON HERE IT MIGHT GO TO THE LIMIT, okay so first, let's talk about the fanfic itself, there are SO many tiny details in this fic that have either made me laugh or cry in agony, which is a good thing, also, the characterization is TOP TIER, a lot of fanfictions tend to fall slightly short on the background characters outside of the pairing that tends to be the main focus. This was a great change, especially in Craig's group and Stan especially, everyone felt so real and totally had obvious quirks from the fandom itself that I LOVED SO MUCH, your writing evokes so much emotion that I somehow managed to feel exactly how everyone felt in a chapter relevant to them.

Let's talk about the character description choices, the way you described Tweek in almost every chapter made my heart ache in the best way possible, you made him sound like a fallen angel, the definition of ethereal, also the fact you decided on giving him that mouth scar with backstory to it is TOP TIER, I have a similar scar on my lip and whenever I see it in the mirror I think of Tweek from this fanfic, let's move on to Craig, the way you wrote his internal monologue and the way his emotions played out made me absolutely soul crushed, this entire fic left a deep pit in my heart, especially how Craig was described, Craig was written so realistically that it actually felt like he was real. He purposely blocked off his emotions to prevent himself from being seen as vulnerable, he struggled with keeping his “I don’t give a shit” personality until it all just exploded and the part that he was so vulnerable with was exposed to the entire school.

Also I see that the lagwafis anniversary is coming up soon!! I usually celebrate it every year when I get the chance to, by doing lagwafis related things and shit, this fanfic deserves way more than just kudos and comments and hits, this fic deserves the damn world and beyond, I even had literal dreams of this fic being one day announced to be an animated movie, and if it ever did I would cry and vomit in the best way ever possible, my life would be so complete if we became moots on here, also, I'm not sure if you have TikTok, but that's where I'm most known to being the lagwafis enthusiast on there, i make a lot of lagwafis related videos, my username is spacecadetcraigz, if you ever see this at some point, just know im so grateful you took your time to read through this.

I literally wish you the best life for now on

Yours truly,

Spacecadetcraig

388 times????? That’s true dedication my friend, you must read it like twice a week? Incredible, I’m so glad you enjoy something I wrote this much. I’m also so glad you love the album by Spiritualised too, it’s such a special album and there’s something so perfect about the title track that I’ve never been able to shake.

I didn’t even realise the anniversary was coming up, thanks for reminding me! It’s so weird to think I started writing that story six years ago. At that time I’d been catching up with South Park and when I first saw the Tweek X Craig episode it was my new favourite thing from the first minute in.

An animated movie would be amazing, Matt and Trey give us the rights pls, free of charge if possible (they’d so try for another billion dollar deal ahahahah)

I’m going to check you out on tiktok and if you do make fanart please tag me! I’d love to see!

#thanks again for writing to me!#ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space

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acoldsovereign · 7 months

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FOR THE MAN WHO WEARS HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVES.

// @scarlxtleaves / @thuganomxcs / @peoplcshope

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{{ Happy Birthday, you fuckin' fucker! (I say this with love). I remember when I first came to the DBZ RPC months ago and I was so shy I didn't know how to communicate properly. People scared me. Following people scared me. People following me back scared me. I was freakin' scared of EVERYTHING. I even unfollowed a person I followed (and then followed them back when they checked in with me) because I realized how bad that looked/how problematic it could be if I didn't address it. I felt so bad, and I still do sometimes. I'm so glad that mutual was understanding and patient with me, aaaaaaaa. Needless to say, ya girl had SO many issues in the beginning. I was a HOT MESS. Hell, I didn't even have all of my muse info up but you didn't give a shit about none of that. You just took one look at my blog, saw 'despot of the universe' on my header and said 'LET IT RIP' like Beyblade. DUDE, you were ballsy as fuck and I'm so glad for that! You gave me my first ever starter here!!! THAT made me remember you! Everytime I logged in, it was to respond to our Future Gohan/Maiz fight thread. (I'm actually looking for it now because that's gonna be something I continue after I reply to someone else first 👀). You're one of the first people I ever plotted with too, even if that intimidated me a little. I mean, granted it was after you gave me the starter because I was freaking worried about everything, which was why I was all over your inbox, "okay, so she can do this and that...", "i have no problem with them having this sort of dynamic", etc. Gosh, you were overwhelmingly sweet and kind to me and I appreciate that. I know this is not something I should apologize for, but I'm still sorry that I scared you slightly when I changed my username to acoldsovereign from maizthefemalesaiyan, and didn't tell you in advance. I didn't realize you wouldn't recognize me so I had to put the former name in my old promo post. YOU'RE why I did that. I didn't know what other accounts you had and I just wanted to let you know it was meeeeeeee! ;w; But then you forgot your password to the blog so we couldn't even communicate anyway! One thing I will say-- it is funny I recently posted about Toriyama and Future Trunks and what the latter means to me because guess what blog I found you on. Guess what reunited us. Yeah.

FUTURE TRUNKS.

YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN?????? That man is always doing something for me! You would've thought he was REAL. But anyway, it was so cool to have you back on my dash again! It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize who it was. I saw the name "Jay" on your promo post and it didn't cross my mind it was you, man. Not until I went down the blog and saw the writing style matched up. Remember how I just burst into your inbox and made some noise? And then you realized it was me? That shit was hilarious. We were so happy to see each other. Everything's been smooth sailing since then and we've created so many cursed memes, threads, jokes and storylines. Dude, we fuckin' made Rengakura. That little psychopath LOL. Well, moreso I made him but your response to that thread in particular made it so that he didn't come out any worse than he could've. Damn you for having Trunks make the right decision! (Again, I say this with love). At least in one verse, Trunks finally gets a happy-ish ending though. He lives with his mostly mellowed-out/former-tyrant for a wife and a pseudo-sane Saiyan-hybrid child on a spaceship, having space adventures. 🥺 Papa Trunks isn't something I knew I needed until I got it so thank you. I also did not know Maiz was actually capable of chilling the eff out-- THAT was a surprise to me. The fact that she's actually a decent mother is hilarious, considering all the fucked up stuff she's done before without blinking an eye. I also love how through our threads, you can see how she naturally came to care for him, even if she's sadistic and still messes with him from time to time. One of my favorites scenes with them unironically was when she offered to take Trunks to a tropical planet for his birthday. She was actually affectionate towards him the proper way more or less, but he didn't realize it because he was so used to her being busy/selfish/frosty/teasing. Bro thought he was dying. That was tragically sad yet funny all at once. I'd say more but this is already a lot and you already know how I feel about your Yusuke and our favorite assassin, Sanosuke.

Long story short- thank you for warmly welcoming me into this small, but chill RPC. I'll always love and appreciate you.

Happy birthday, Jaybird.

#Machismo (Sanosuke)#{{ i.... should probably make a tag for my edits huh. anyway take this. it'll always be love between us forever!!! have an amazing day!#OOC: Out of Limits

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yes-i-have-thoughts · 2 years

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I had thoughts about Thatcher and now you all have to deal with them

My username isn’t yes-i-have-thoughts for no reason

(WARNING: SPOILERS FOR VOL. 4 AND LIKELY UNCENSORED MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND SOURCE EVENTS REFERENCED. THATCHER AND RUTH FICTIVES/IRLS, READ WITH CAUTION.)

So everyone and their mothers are being neurodivergent fucks over Adam And power to them, honestly, but I have absolutely nothing to add to the conversation and am honestly afraid of unintentionally coming across as insensitive towards people with low/no empathy, so I don’t want to add anything in case I only cause damage.

But here’s the thing. From what I’ve seen, not a single person has said a damn word about Thatcher. Aside from commenting on the demon in his closet and the letter, I mean. Let’s change that.

So imagine being some guy in Mandela County who gets promoted to the lieutenant position in your police force. For one day, you’re on top of the world. Everyone’s happy for you, your best friend clearly is as well. Then the moment is over and you have to go back to work. And within maybe 24 hours your entire life goes down the tubes so fast you’ve got nothing to do but wander around your house and lie in bed.

Congratulations! You’re Thatcher Davis!

This bastard must have one Hell of a will to live (even if he doesn’t sound like it). He goes from riding high to in a metaphorical grave within 24-48 goddamn hours. And while yeah, he could be in better shape, he’s still. Alive. Which is more than I could say for probably literally anyone else in his position

And if he’s riddled with M.A.D that just makes this even MORE impressive because while he’s despondent and clearly doing the bare minimum of living he’s still here! Which is impressive, by M.A.D statistics standards.

This motherfucker just won’t go down. He’s got his own alternate and whatever the fuck is in the closet breathing down his neck and guilt eating him from the inside out and yet he’s clawing his way to another day over and over again. If that’s not strong will, I don’t know what is.

I’m not saying that people can’t call him a sopping wet cat anymore. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a soggier one. This poor bastard lives through every day with god-knows-what on his mind and now probably the only other person he talked to essentially cut ties with him. We have no idea if he’s in contact with his family, he still writes letters to Ruth years later-the guy’s mental state is an absolute wreck. And now with Dave gone, I’m honestly wondering if he’s only running off spite at this point. Like his very existence is the last “fuck you” to the alternates he can give.

I have little trouble believing he’s going to go down eventually. But I also have no trouble believing he’ll take at least one person down with him. The guy’s going to fight until his last breath, willingly or not.

However you view Thatcher Davis-as a pathetic man with stupid luck or a stubborn fucker with garbage luck but a will to live that just won’t fade-you’re most likely right.

#El Speaks #Thatcher Davis #TMC #the mandela catalogue #Autisming #Jonah's next just watch #I will go on even longer about him #Don't test me

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fr-wiwiw · 9 months

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Damn.. thankyou for 106 followers in tumblr. I wasn't expecting to have this many audience in here 😂 I'll try my best to be active on bird app & Tumblr too.

With that being said, I'll have to let you know that my username will change progressively. If you see /familiar with the artstyle but the @fris_art watermark is changed.. it's still me. I'm changing it bcs my art these past few years are full of self indulgence (yaoi, nsfw and what not). I figured I need to be anonymous from my irl people, only certain people does know. This is mainly for my comfort and, admittedly, it's very hard to part with fris_art bcs that has always been a part of me for the longest time & now i'm having username crisis sksjakk lmao. You'll still see fris in my email and or website (as to not confuse my clients & previous followers). You'll know it's me.. never knew it can be so fucking complicated woth username hah.

But this rambles boils down to me being grateful for the interaction & support I have in Tumblr and I figured it's only just for me to inform you incase you're trying to search for my art (TDJ fam, especially) only to find fris-art non-existent one day.

With that said, commissions will be open this month. Just wrapping things up while juggling my ongoing projects.

Also, here's some random doodle of our Bambi Gaon in my burnt out stage 💖 much love for y'all. Can't wait to see you guys again in my repost or have the pleasure to draw what you'll commission from me. Stay healthy my darlings.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #digital illustration #the devil judge #kim gaon #fanart #kdrama #fris #thankyou for your support & followings!#always love reading your reposts lmao #the unhinged-ness of y'all #give me more #lol

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a-writer-that-never-writes · 4 months

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The Starline Heist

“Hand me the halfdiamond,” said Ebby.

Nik pulled the pick from the small pouch and handed it to him, “One of these day’s you’re gonna have to show me how you do it.”

“Fat chance,” grunted Ebby, “Damn, didn’t anyone teach these idiots how to oil a lock, I’m surprised this thing hasn’t seized up on them yet.”

“They probably think it’s safer for it to stick a little.”

“Give me a hammer and I’d have this thing off in too whacks, it’s rusted right through I tell ya.”

“Too loud,” sighed Nik, “It’s a nice idea though, I wouldn’t mind taking a hammer or maybe even a torch to this building.”

“We’ll torch them in court once we get those papers. Ahha, got it,” Ebby crackled with glee as the lock popped loose, “Your turn Niki old pal!”

Nik gently pried the front plate off the badge reader and looked at the tangle of wires inside, “Hmmm, I see why they used a physical lock, the print scanner on this thing is fried, anyone with a badge and code could just waltz right in.”

Ebby grinned, “Don’t suppose you have the badge and code do you?”

“Not yet actually, my contact wanted an exorbitant amount for them.” Nik fiddled with the wires, “that ought to work,” they held up a pair of white cards to the reader, “here,” they handed one to Ebby, “should get you through most doors.”

Nik quickly punched in a fake code, “one, two, three, four. Think you can remember that old man?”

Ebby shoved the card in his shirt pocket, “I got your number all right Niki boy, got a cloak for me?”

Nik pulled two lengths of fabric from their backpack, “here ya go, make sure not to stand still for too long or the AI will pick up on it.”

They each ducked under their own cloaks, adjusting them to ensure everything was well hidden.

“Here we go,” Nik opened the door and the two quickly slipped inside.

The hall lights blinked on, “crap,” muttered Ebby.

“Hush, they’re old laser-style motion sensors, if the AI had seen us the alarms would already be blaring, so lets move quick.”

They headed down the hallway past several doors before Nik stopped, “here it is, Security Operations Center. Should be able to get everything we need from here.”

“That looks like a retina scanner,” Ebby said doubtfully.

Nik slowly pried the scanner away from the wall, “I can bypass it, it’s an older model…” they fell silent as they carefully rewired the machines' innards. “Try badging in now.”

The door obediently unlocked as Ebby tapped his badge on the small reader and typed in the simple code.

The security center was lined with several rows of desks and even more rows of clear glass monitors.

“Place is like a ghost town,” Ebby muttered as the automatic light’s switched on, “How’d you get em all out of here at the same time?”

“Corporate Christmas party, just worked a little magic on who was scheduled to go and who wasn’t, simple really.”

“It’s all easy for you ain’t it kid,” Ebby was rifling through paper and checking in unlocked drawers, “you think you got it made. Just don’t go getting too cocky, that’s how you end up with a prison sentence longer than the ride to Pluto.”

“I’m sure you’ll keep me in line ol’ man.” Nick smiled. They had slid into a chair and plugged in a small device to the computer there, “Any luck finding the keys?”

“Starting to wonder if I’ll even need them, don’t think anyone taught these boys basic security,” Ebby strode over and dropped a small sticky note in front of Nik, “I believe you owe me a drink though.”

Nik rolled his eyes at the small piece of paper but diligently typed in the username and password written on it, “I’m in,” they grumbled and unplugged the small machine. “People always take all the fun out of hacking.”

Ebby laughed, “somethings never change. They’ll come up with a way to pull the password straight from your mind and people will still be writing them down and hiding them under keyboards.”

“They could atleast invent an invisibility cloak small enough to hide em with.”

“Sounds like a great idea, just hope it doesn’t fritz out the first time you look at it wrong.”

“They’ve come a long way, heard they’ve deployed some back on Earth that are almost entirely silent.”

Ebby gave a disbelieving grunt and went back to digging through drawers, pulling out his lockpicks as needed.

“Got us registered with the AI, it shouldn’t sound any alarms now,“ Nik shrugged off the static cloak and looked around for any flashing lights.

“Don’t suppose you set the camera’s on a loop to did ya?” Ebby asked.

Nik gave him a withering look and Ebby reluctantly slid down the hood of his cloak.

“You can never be too careful, alright.”

“How about you let me do my job and you do your’s, unless you’ve already found those keys?”

“Bah, they’ll be in the last drawer I open, that’s how that always works.”

The two worked in silence for several minutes, interrupted only by Nik’s occasional curses as the computer failed to let them into one program or another.

“Got em,” Ebby said, dusting off his knees as he stood up, “I’m getting too old for this sort of thing.”

“Find us another job as good as this and you’ll have enough money to retire.”

Ebby chuckled, “it’ll be here sooner than you think, Nik. Ready to go get those papers?”

“I’m elevating the access for that badge, tap it here,” Nik motioned to a small card reader, “alright you should be good to go.”

“You’re not coming along?”

“Shouldn’t need me and I’d like to take a poke around their datacenter.”

“Be careful.”

“You too ol’ man, remember these papers aren’t worth getting killed over.”

Ebby nodded and slipped back under his static cloak before heading out into the hall. Once Nik had confirmed that no alarms were going to go off they headed over to the one other door in the room.

“Hello, Beautiful,” they said as they badged in and opened the heavy steel door. Heat and noise blasted forth from the cluttered room, “Oh…, Well that explains the slow connections.” The room was filled with two rows of ceiling height metal server racks connected by a jungle of cables and cords.

Nik pulled out their laptop and stepped gingerly through the mess of wires, pausing occasionally to plug a tiny device into an open port.

“Ahah, now you might have something useful,” Nik followed the cables from one server until they found an empty line and plugged it into their laptop, “username and password? Let’s just pretend I’m the admin why don’t we? And we’re in, really, it’s too easy.”

Nik tapped away at the keyboard for several minutes, mumbling to themselves about poor security practices. “It really isn’t my fault they just left the back door wide open is it? Ooo, what’s this file? Oh.”

Nik sat down hard on the ground.

The door to the security room clicked shut, “You almost done in there?” called Ebby, he poked his head into the server room, “you alright Nik? Look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Fine,” Nik stuttered, “just found some real interesting data.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’ll, um, show you later, Eb.”

Ebby eyed him curiously, “How much longer you need?”

Nik nodded, “ I just gotta get this stuff downloaded, should only take a few minutes. You go ahead though, I’ll meet you at the usual spot.”

“We’ve done a lot of good work together, yeah Nik?”

Nik hummed their agreement.

“Well I’ll see ya in a bit yeah?” Ebby hesistated, “Don’t wait to long, Nik, I’ve got a bad feeling.”

“Me too.”

Nik slammed the laptop shut and shoved it into their bag as soon as they heard the security center door close.

“What’s your game ol’man?” they muttered to themselves as they weaved back out through the jungle of cables. They gave a cursory glance at the security monitors to make sure that the coast was clear and then strode out into the hall.

Nik, stopped. The exit at the end of the hall was open, and just on the other side, lit by the wavering light of a streetlamp was the slumped over body of Ebby. “Shit”

The light outside shifted.

A shiver ran up Nik’s spine as the gentle click of the door closing was drowned out by the loud thud of heavy machinery. Their eyes darted around the hall, trying to make out the slight shimmer in the air made by the invisibility suit.

“Stay calm,” they muttered to themselves, trying to fight down the urge to turn and run, “you need a plan.”

There was a loud click, as of a gun loading.

Nik dove back into the security room just in time to avoid the gunfire. They shoved one of the light weight desks against the door.

“Shit, think, Ebby told you all about these damn machines.”

Nik looked hopelessly around the room for anything of use. The machine thudded slowly down the hall.

“What was it he always said about the older machines? You could hear them coming a mile away? Great yeah, well I figured that out on my own.”

Nik backed away from the door till they reached the datacenter. They grabbed the handle and cursed as it sparked. “These guys are gonna fry their machines.” Nik stared at the handle, tentatively reaching out to touch it again, this time without the spark.

A loud thud outside the door was all the urging Nik needed to put their half formed plan into action. As their pursuer tried to bash open the locked door Nik yanked a pair of cables haphazardly out of servers and drug them out into the security center. They did their best to toss them onto either side of the entrance. As the door crashed open in a burst of splinters Nik shoved the ends of the cables into a power bank and dove behind a set of desks.

Nik held their breath, the suit whirred and clicked as it looked around the room.

“Think you can hide?” said a distorted voice, “think you can outrun me?”

There was a thud as the suit stepped inside the room. Nik glanced over at the gray wall panel by the door.

“If you come out now I’ll make your death quick, just like I did for your partner.”

There was a crash as a desk was lifted up and tossed across the room.

“I gotta say you got balls, trying to steal from Starline, I respect that, I really do.”

Nik scrambled out of the way as one of the desks came crashing down on their hiding spot. They could see the wavering light of the invisibility suit only a few yards away.

“Ah there you are”

They carefully stood, their legs shaking, “Why'd you kill the ol’man? It was a good setup. A fake heist. Starline gets the reward for catching another hacker. Somehow I don’t think getting murdered is part of the deal that ol’ Ebenezer struck.”

The disembodied voice laughed, “He said you were smart. But thats the problem with you smart types, always get too cocky for your own good. You’re so easy to fool.”

Nick tried to put desks between them and the machine, slowly inching back towards the door.

“You see I figure that catching both of you will be worth twice the reward. If he'd of had half the brains you do he’d of seen that and backed out on the whole heist.”

Nick bumped into the wall, their hand flung out to a small panel and popped it open. There was a click as the machine's gun reloaded.

“You see the problem with you smart types is sometimes you're too smart for your own good”

Nick flung open the breaker box and flipped the switches, power crackled through the cables and arced up along the invisibility suit lighting it up in a flash of blinding light.

There was a loud pop as the fuses blew and then silence fell on the now dark room. Nik blinked away the after image.

“You forget that older models of invisibility suits were terribly unreliable. Turns out they’re incredibly difficult to insulate against electricity.”

The back out power kicked on, lighting the room in a somber red. They looked over the large multifaceted machine, it looked more like a misshaped disco ball than the cutting edge of technology.

Nik carefully edged out of the room, looking keenly down the hall for any other potential ambushes. Outside Ebby was slumped in a puddle of his own blood.

“It’s really a shame ol’ man, I liked working with you. I really did.” Nik rolled the corpse over and fished in the pockets till he found the set of lock picks and a tattered wallet, “I guess you’ll be the one buying this round of drinks after all.”

#my writing #The Infamous Nikola Tesla

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brunchable · 2 years

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Conflict Resolution Chapter 1 — Languish || Surgeon!S.S. × Asian!Reader.

Warnings: Coarse Language, Sexual Elements, Medical elements Pairings: Stephen Strange x Asian!Reader (OC) A/N: I have no ownership of this story, all credits go to Kate Canterbary for her book, The Worst Guy. The whole time I was reading the story I couldn't help but think of Doctor Strange asdfghjkl. I'm assuming you wanted to be tagged in this if you liked the master list post. If you want to be removed then let me know. Peace. I have a messy tag list and I always miss people, I'll try to make a google form so you can send in your usernames ;_;

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Stephen

My dick was languishing. Stephen learned that word recently. Languishing. Not depressed but not thriving. Just drifting along, one unsatisfied day melting into another. And—before you get the wrong idea—this wasn't a performance issue.

Stephen performed beautifully. He always rose to the occasion and he stayed standing until everyone was satisfied. Most mornings he awoke to find himself at full salute, wrenched out the quickest flash of gratification, and then went back to feeling nothing. With the bitter aftertaste of that thought in his mouth, he kicked the bedsheets away and rolled his head to the side.

Glaring out the window felt right, seeing as his view consisted of a brick wall and a hazy slice of early morning sunlight. He understood everything about that wall.

Hard as fuck and not a damn good thing to be done about it. Languishing, to be sure. None of his usual vices did the trick. There used to be a time when the mere mention of college volleyball players was enough to get him off. God, he missed being twenty-four.

Most people assumed his fascination with hardcore competitive volleyball was about the outfit. It wasn't. Those competitions—the ones where they go on full rallies, spiking the ball, digging for the ball like permanent neurological damage was no big deal—chilled him the fuck out.

Volleyball players was to him what true crime podcasts were to women with attachment issues. Also, he couldn't tear his eyes off the Spikers. There was something about their thick, powerful thighs. They all had them. Of course they did. You couldn't launch into space without some rock-solid quads and they had them.

Fuck, did they have them. He wanted to live in a world of pear-shaped women and wear those thighs as earmuffs every night. Every damn night. Wanting it didn't mean it would ever happen. The primary reason for that was the gaping hole where his interpersonal skills should've been, the hole he was certain he'd had from the early days and which had widened over the years. He lived a solitary life and he liked it that way for reasons he was too hard and miserable to enumerate this morning.

The fact he had a group of friends at all and they continued to request his presence was a curiosity he still did not understand. He assumed they'd adopted him as some sort of wonky mascot. The secondary reason—not far disconnected from the first—was he didn't enjoy people and he really didn't like them in his space.

If there were to be earmuffs in his life, he'd have to haul himself to the earmuff's apartment. That sounded great at first but knew it would become a hassle. His work hours tended toward unpredictable—neuro surgery was a pain in the ass like that—and there were many days when he came home too fried to form words.

As much as he liked the idea of a sexual relationship conceived without the requirement of speaking, he knew that wouldn't last. It couldn't. The day would come when he'd hear—barely, since her thick, glorious thighs would cancel out most sound—her ask about his day. Or, god forbid, she'd want to talk about feelings or the unholy curse of where is this going. That led quite naturally to the final reason that nothing so miraculous would ever happen to him: he didn't know how to keep people in his life. He could give all the beard rides in this time zone but that didn't change the fact he was thirty-two years old and didn't know how to make anyone stay. His mother was the only person who'd ever stuck around. His little sister Donna too, but it wasn't as though she'd had much of a choice in the matter. So, here he was, with his languishing dick and sudden apathy for collegiate volleyball players with thunder thighs.

Not that his dick ruled his life. It did not. Hell, he didn't know who had the time to live that way. Maybe when he was in his twenties, grossly self-involved and capable of engaging in social activities after work, but he couldn't do that anymore.

These days, his life went to hell if he didn't get at least seven solid hours of sleep a night. Maybe it was wrong but he was more interested in chasing a good night's sleep than a partner for some earmuff action. Just didn't seem like there was any point, and he knew that didn't make sense. Not that any of this made sense. A lot of things were going right in his life these days. He didn't have any reason to be so…bored.

Things were finally, strangely good for him and he was more unsettled than ever. He hated that feeling. It was like his skin was too tight and the sun too dim and every passing minute a second too long. Everything was off, and his dick, the original canary in this coal mine, had figured it out before he could. Rude.

What the fuck did I have to be unhappy about? Why couldn't I be content with the handful of decent, functional things I had in this miserable, broken world? Why couldn't any of this be enough for me?

He shifted away from the window with a long, obnoxious sigh. Enough of that whining. He had to get ready for work. He didn't have time for this. Emergency surgery didn't care whether his dick was in high spirits or not—and that was why this was the gig for him. He didn't have to think about himself at all.

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His life looked a little something like this: surgical on-calls, sleep, research, complaining about the weather in this dark, frigid concrete jungle of New York, hunting for good avocados, clinical care, death march running sessions with his part-time sadist friend Anthony, hating everything, third-wheeling it with Anthony and his wife because they were the only people who tolerated him on account of him vocally hating everything, migraines, and covering for other surgeons in his practice who, unlike him, went places, did things, and enjoyed the company of others.

And that was how he found himself working a twenty-four-hour surgical on-call shift because someone else in the practice was going to a wedding or vacation or some other nonsense. When these storms of his own stupidity arose, he always swore up and down he wouldn't cover for anyone ever again, and then he prayed the last few hours wouldn't blow up into a massive shitshow.

Today was one of those shitshows but instead of waiting until the last hours of his shift to blow up, it started the minute he arrived. He was too busy to notice hunger, exhaustion, anything.

Surgery had a way of putting those basic needs on the back burner. All the same, the last hours were a damn mess. All of his residents and their interns were slammed, he couldn't find his fellow anywhere, and every time he cleared one surgery consult, another two sailed in.

It was two hours past the end of his never-helping-another-colleague-again marathon shift and he was jamming through the last of his charts when he heard, "Strange? Is Strange down here?"

There were several reasons he hung out in the emergency department, but chief among them was he could always find a quiet corner where he wouldn't be disturbed. It was the noisiest, most hectic spot in the entire hospital complex but calm could always be found in chaos.

Except right now. He knew that voice. It had been burned into his brain on a daily basis with all of your perky, peppy screeches of "Hello there!" and "Good morning!" and "Have a good one!"

My god. The last thing in the world I needed was a conversation with Ainsley Park.

He'd sooner fling his body into the Hudson River and wait for nature to do its worst than willingly submit to a conversation with the reconstructive surgeon who lived in his apartment building while he was operating on zero minutes of sleep in a whole fucking day.

Maybe he was fragile as fuck but he required a full night of sleep and a protein-packed breakfast before daring to look you in the eye. He had to be prepared for you.

The exam room curtain clattered along its rod as you whipped it back. "Dr. Strange. I'd like a word with you."

With a quick glance starting at the floor, he took in your lavender sneakers, navy scrub top and pants, and a circular pin announcing Vaccines Cause Adults. That much Stephen could agree with you on.

Stephen returned to his charting. "By all means."

"Did you staple a facial laceration?"

"I've been here since eight yesterday morning. I've stapled a lot of skin in that time. I'm going to need you to be a hell of a lot more specific."

You let out a huff, like the aggravated little noise that puppies made when someone didn't give them the precise form of attention they wanted. "Female, age twenty-eight, orbital fracture and—"

"—a perforated bladder and internal bleeding from an MVA. Yeah." He'd worked on her and another case from that motor vehicle accident twelve hours ago. It felt like it'd been twelve days, "What about her?"

Your grip on the curtain tightened. "You stapled her face."

He pecked at the keyboard for a moment. He was shit at dictation and he didn't believe in using interns as scribes so that left him to write up his cases, which he did with the most specific, detailed notes to minimise the risk of a resident calling him in the middle of the night with a question. When he walked out the door, he was gone, and he wasn't letting anyone pull him back in until it was his time.

"Sure did. She wasn't in a position to lose any more volume and it was my call to address the lac pre-operatively."

You huffed again, and though he didn't see it, it certainly sounded like you'd stomped your foot. Stephen watched you push your black-rimmed glasses up your nose.

You didn't wear the glasses too often which was for the best, it really was. They made you look like you were inspecting something and never pleased with your findings. Your black silky hair was up in a ponytail with a few loose tendrils trapped behind the arm of your glasses.

Stephen went back to the keyboard. "Do you have other questions or is that it?"

"You stapled her face," you repeated. This time, a metallic whine sounded from the curtain rod.

You were still yanking the damn thing, your knuckles shining back at him, bony and white, as your fist tightened on the fabric. Your hands were petite, your fingers slim. Perfect for plastic surgery, Stephen was sure. You were the substantial, sturdy kind of small—short, compact, could probably beat the shit out of a punching bag—and you needed a step stool to reach the table in the OR.

He'd never noticed your hands before. You saw each other in passing all the time though it was usually your big, messy, bun that caught his attention. Couldn't miss it.

You moved in the same group of friends too though both of you rarely talked. He could tell you were a bruiser behind all that outward sunshine. You'd be nice as hell but you'd cut anyone who dared to cross you. Not that he cared.

Stephen spared you a glance as he returned to his notes. One last case and this annoying conversation to get through before he was done with this place for three whole days.

"I suppose this is an inefficient way of telling me that—as far as plastics is concerned—staples are not the standard of care for such a case."

"I'm telling you that your staples were clumsy and careless."

Stephen jerked his head up. He wasn't annoyed anymore. Now he was pissed, "I doubt that."

"You doubt—" you stopped yourself, your lips pressed tight together, your facial muscles twitching and your shoulders sharp like you wouldn't tolerate his response.

You stood tall—or as tall as a little bit like you could—your feet anchored a shoulder's width apart in a stance that said fuck around and find out. Stephen gave you a solid minute to finish that sentence.

When you didn't, he said, "I staple lacerations all the time. If we're able to clean it up, we do, but we're also aware they can wait until we've saved the patient from dying on the table to make their superficial injuries look nice. I'm sure you can agree it's more important to stop a haemorrhage or preserve organ systems than wait for plastics to put a face back together."

Your eyes flashed as you drew in a breath, "Do you know anything about skin? Or suturing? Or healing? Because—"

"Especially when there's an orbital fracture involved," he continued. "Isn't that the entire reason for plastics and reconstructive surgery? To put things back together after the life-threatening priorities have been sorted?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Many things, but my treatment prioritisation has never been one of them."

You would've continued your tirade, of this he was certain, if you hadn't delivered another feral yank to the curtain. Instead of further debate as to the hierarchy of interventions with trauma cases—and whether he knew his shit—you tore the curtain from its clips and dislodged the rod from the ceiling in the process.

What came next was pure instinct. He didn't think about his actions at all. Maybe he should have, but if stopping and deliberating over split-second decisions was part of his brain's wiring, he wouldn't be a neurosurgeon. If he wasn't a neurosurgeon, he wouldn't be hiding out in this exam room, arguing about treatment plans with this screech owl of a plastic surgeon.

He wouldn't have sprung off the gurney and pushed you out of the way as the rod fell, along with two ceiling tiles. He wouldn't have flattened you to the floor when the rod hit a metal procedure tray and sent it cartwheeling into an interior window, wheels first, while the supplies stationed on that tray rained down over both of you and the unmistakable sound of slowly shattering glass filled the room. He wouldn't have stayed there, in that small, half-hidden exam room, with his body curled over Ainsley Park's and a hand holding your head to his chest while the glass crumbled from the window casing.

And he definitely wouldn't have yelled, "What the hell is wrong with you!?" while a half dozen emergency department employees rushed into what was left of the exam room.

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Changing our username to escape the consequences of our actions, are we? You managed to get a whole server shut down because of your manipulative bullshit. I hope the people you hurt can find some comfort in the fact that you will die alone. Especially if you keep treating people like this.

You can’t even clearly explain what the people you went after did. No evidence, no screenshots, nothing. Just your lies and manipulation and petty bans thrown at anyone you don’t like.

At the very least, don’t be a coward. You owe many people a massive apology, although I don’t expect them to forgive you. God knows I certainly don’t.

Ok so I'm gonna try and take this seriously but I gotta be real "changing our username to escape the consequences of our actions, are we?" made me snort so hard coke came out my nose so I apologise for how shittily put together this is but god damn it's hard to get your thoughts in order when you're almost throwing up

Anyway maybe go ask the spy (because i know that's why it(i checked pronouns, its bio only lists it/its) followed, and i haven't blocked because im not trying to hide) who you sent to my main twitter account to verify this shit before you talk to me cause I told it "My profile is open, I only have hob blocked, I only changed my username because I felt disconnected from my old one. You don't need to worry about me trying to wiggle back in or whatever."

I never tried to hide, if I was trying to hide I'd have shut down all my accounts before changing my name, I don't want to hide. "You can't even clearly explain what the people you went after did. No evidence, no screenshots, nothing." Ok. I can't gather screenshots from servers I'm not in, I explained myself clearly as I could given the fact I still have not had anything explained to me outside of what one person told me and you guys for some reason don't care about that part of any of it so it doesn't help me address shit. The Doc I posted on my old nsfw is the best I could do with the lack of information. My only regret is that I remembered extra details too late to edit them into the doc.

You and the rest of them are essentially a group of highschool children, that's how you're acting. You whisper behind your hands to each other and claim to want to protect people from the big scary evil master manipulator [Kalista] but when someone asks you what I did you act like nothing happened unless it's someone you think will fall for your shit. I do not believe there's substance 99% of whatever you guys have against me that could justify the reaction on that fact alone. Not to mention how STILL, screenshots are shared of me having flashbacks to being RAPED, and you treat it like evidence I'm the devil.

When you guys want to be civil and at the very fucking least stop wishing death on me and sharing that screenshot (and again Hobqueer is fully aware i was having flashbacks, I told him the day after in DMs when he pretended like he cared) then you can come talk to me about how evil I am.

"Don't be a coward" go fuck yourself, Peachy. The call is coming from inside the house and you fucking know it. I know that's you. Don't tell me to stop hiding when you didn't even have the balls to send it off anon, probably cause you know "I hope the people you hurt can at least find some comfort in the fact you will die alone" isn't a good look.

Seethe, for all I care. Rot in your hatred, I welcome it. I don't see myself as a victim, sorry if that fucks up the narrative you constructed for yourself or others.

I have no desire to be in contact with any of you besides maybe two people who defo hate me but at least didn't say some unhinged top-of-bible-studies-class level shit, so like... you can "let go of hatred" now like you wanted to before. You don't have to waste your energy thinking up ways to make me feel bad, because it doesn't work anymore.

Should've tried this two days ago then maybe you'd have gotten more than a half-thought-out bait response.

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