#all day i've been like man idk what's gotten into me today! i don't want to do anything!!

[poptartmochi]

here's to hoping i have tomorrow off bc christ alive i have.. so many chores to catch up on 😨

[alligatorjesie]

Hey that's alright you can block me as much as you like but it wont change anything man. You said some shit things so I'm going to say some shit things to you.

You know what that's fine we can just repost that whole comment so people can see what a shitass you are @blessyouhawkeye

Hey real quick you do realize that reylo is just a really vanilla ass enemies-to-lovers ship if you have a problem with it well good luck man this shit is literally everywhere in media.

Almost like it's a popular trope. Have you never watched a rom com? Woof. I got some news for you brosph.

but you know what since we're on the tangent of 'weird people' in fandoms let's talk about that for a moment.

You wanna know what's weird? There's a lot of finnreys in the reblogs acting positively feral about their ship not being canon

(which idk I watched TRoS that was pretty open ended if your still mad about reylo by the end of that movie that shits on you)

and upset they don't have book deals like the reylos but IDK man maybe the reason finnreys ain't got book deals is because they spend all their time online bitching about how their ship got shafted instead of writing that fucking fanfiction.

You know when the reylos got shafted with the shit show that was EP9 instead of spending the next 3 years complaining they just trucked along in their own fucking sandbox completing their own fucking projects for their own fucking friends.

Fuck Disney we'll make our own reylo with blackjack and hookers and sex scenes.

You mean to tell us you've had more problems with reylos who were just excited to see the story concepts they predicted from The Force Awakens coming true in The Last Jedi and making positive content to reflect that joy compared to the actual nazis on YouTube who flood the platforms with 3 hour long hate videos over how Bree Larson is somehow personally responsible for their dicks falling off?

You remember that one time ethan van sciver said he wanted to kill Chinese people? He's a really popular star wars/comic book YouTuber and he's way more problematic than anyone I've ever met in the reylo fandom.

And guess what he also hates reylo what a shock!

You wanna talk about some unhinged weird behavior allow me to direct you at a rabid finnrey who has told me graphically to kill myself at least 5 times now for the sin of enjoying the wrong part of star wars according to them.

That shits fucking unhinged

Here's some of those death threats these are 100% real by the way:

Obviously Death Threat Warning some of these are quite gnarly.

This user still has an active account.

I've reported them several times but I sometimes feel like the only thing that will get you banned on this hellsite is being trans I swear to fucking god.

This user has spent over 7 years shit posting hate directly into the reylo fandom's tag instead of doing literally anything else to make their own fandom more enjoyable for themselves.

That's weird shit.

What has been hellish is being in this fandom for over 9 years and dealing with the amount of uncalled for vitriol at this very fucking plain flavor baby's first enemies-to-lovers ship.

I only started keeping track of the death threats back in September 2022

It's not even been a full 2 years and I'm nearing 1000.

This is the header for my Tumblr. This is a real number by the way I have every death threat I've gotten since starting this documented on my computer.

It's actually 955 because thepettycunt here just sent me a new death threat so now I gotta update the banner.

fun!

One day I'll make a master post.

Today is not that day.

But let's be very honest here the real number of death threats I've personally gotten are well into multiple thousands across multiple platforms over 9 years.

Just for enjoying reylo.

And I'm a furry and have been since the 90s. I'm use to being told to kill myself from strangers on the internet so color me confused when I join this really basic bitch of a fandom ship only to find the hate towards it somehow fucking worse.

That's some fucking weird unhinged shit.

I know you made this shit post just to be a shit poster so don't take this too personally I'm sure at this point you already think I'm unhinged and rightfully so

maybe I am

but after the 100th death threat I just stopped giving a fuck so you'll just have to forgive me but it's real buck ass wild to be called 'weird' when I've never sent death threats to people over fictional ships and none of my reylo friends have done that shit either but I am almost 99% sure if you look though the history of any single person who reblogged this post bitching about reylo you'll find they have a history of doing that shit.

You can pick any one. Odds are they have anti reylo posts going years back and at worst some of them have straight up told people in this fandom to kill themselves.

I can look through YOUR history OP and see You're a huge pile of shit towards reylos!

Go on pick one out at random and have a go. It's a fun horrible way to spend a afternoon.

And before anyone brings it up because people who hate reylo always do;

'what about that one time reylos harassed John Boye-'

a group of women telling John Boyega the things he's saying are sexist towards his female coworker who had already been harassed off social media a few years prior and asking him to do better isn't the harassment you think it is.

You can find that 'reaction' video John made to the reylos on google and watch it yourself. No one is being racist but they are all asking him to stop making sex jokes on his female coworkers behalf and expressing disappointment in him. In fact he even had to reused quite a few of the quotes because I think about halfway through making the video he realized he just didn't have that much material and the things people were saying were pretty fucking mild.

And I'm not sorry. Asking a adult man to hold himself accountable for the shit he says is not on the same level as the far fucking worse shit the over arching star wars fandom has done well before reylo was even a twinkle in anyone's eye

Lastly one more thing and I'm done I swear and I'm going to apologize in advance because I'm gonna sound really spicy and I guess I kinda am but not in a mean way more in a really fucking confused way

but what the fuck do you mean jenny nicholsons reylo videos are unhinged?

They're the fucking same as the rest of her videos.

Is there something less unhinged about a nearly 4 hour long video about a failed fantasy RPG theme park over a 1 hour long video about how star wars episode 9 was absolute dogshit?

Jenny makes cringe videos about cringe shit. That's her brand.

She's voiced her enjoyment of reylo very early on... I think back in The Force Awakens days? So why are you surprised she would talk about the subject at length in detail? She bought a stuffed porg larger than herself and documented collecting it on video for her channel.

Yeah man she probably likes reylo.

Most people who like TLJ do.

What... what the fuck do you mean her reylo videos specific are unhinged?

I'm sorry but if known racist and sexist YouTuber doomcock can spend 6 hours complaining about TLJ because Rey don't make his dick hard like Luke Skywalker does and he's going to make his refusal to reflect on that issue our fucking problem I don't think Jenny is unhinged for complaining about the inarguably bad movie that was the rise of skywalker for less time than the movie's total runtime.

I'm not even mad I'm just really confused by your statement.

[milkybonezz]

Did I read stranger things asks ?

Ok it just popped in my mind :

What about some angst with Jason nabing Eddie’s SO to ask them where he is, he and his bunch of jokes just “take them for a ride” and ask questions on where Eddie “the freak” munson is, probably with baseball bats (“I’m more a basketball man, but today I’ll do an exeption.”) and obviously Jason never planned to let them go (“he took my girlfriend, I’ll do the same”)

Idk if it’s a good idea, but looks like it fits on your blog, so maybe? (Please )

muhahaha I love this I love it so much. I've opted for she/her pronouns but i would be more than happy to do another gn or amab one!!

Hunt the freak

It had been days, and Eddie hadn't called... He always called. It had gotten to the point where y/n would sit by the phone and wait for something, anything to let her know that he was still out there. That he hadn't forgotten about her. Most importantly that he was safe.

Another morning had gone by with no calls at all, the fact her boyfriend had up and left without giving her so much as an inkling of where he was headed or where to find him was really beginning to weigh on y/n. So much so that the firm rapping on her front door was met with unmatched excitement. Unfortunately for her, it was not her boyfriend on the other side of the door, but Jason Carver. A very disheveled looking Jason nonetheless, backed up by a crowd of other Hawkins basketball stars. He greeted her with a sly smile on his lips, looking at her expectantly "Hey there, we need to ask you a few questions. You're that freak's girlfriend right? We got the right house?" A flash of cold rand down her body and she lunged to shut the door, frightened almost to death of being hurt.

He didn't take kindly to having the door shut in his face, or at least an attempt at that being made. To his fatigued, grief stricken mind that action insinuated she was hiding something. Keeping secrets. He couldn't afford to have people keeping secrets, especially after what happened to his Chrissy. Maybe he was bitter, maybe. But he wanted retribution. Answers. In that moment more than ever, Jason Carver felt very badly done to; unable to wrap his head around why this had happened. Why him of all people? Why Chrissy? Why did she have to die? Why did that freak get to keep living? Why wasn't he grieving? Why would God let that vessel of Satan escape? Why? Why? Why?

Jason launched himself forwards, pushing the door back open, eyes narrowed. He didn't hesitate to snatch y/n out of her house by the arm, his fingers digging into her arm hard enough to leave bruises. "Now you're gonna come with us, and you're gonna tell us where that fucking freak is" he snarled, his hot breath dancing on her skin "we're going to sit down and you're gonna fucking talk... no harm done" . It was a hassle to keep her breathing steady when she was surrounded by teenage boys wielding baseball bats. "Don't you think I'd be with him right now if I knew where he was? I'm just as in the dark about it as you guys are" she bleated, panic rushing down her spine in quick, rattling chills. Making her hair stand on end and her heard quicken its pace. If she wasn't careful they would beat her to death. That seemed clear to her. "I promise you, I don't know where he is. He hasn't called me in days."

This was not the answer that blonde Sherlock Holmes was looking for, obviously too desperate for closure to pay attention to laws anymore "Take her for a ride" he hissed, releasing y/n's arm, giving her a shove over to one of his goons "I'm gonna take a look around". Jason seemed pretty nonchalant about committing two felonies in a row, so too did his goons that stepped forward and grabbed her arms restraining her almost as if she was being arrested. Pinning her so that she couldn't squirm. Even if she did manage to get out, the way they were brandishing those bats made it pretty apparent that they were not opposed to using them.

From his position on her doorstep, Jason turned to smile at y/n, at her face twisted in fear and resentment "What? He took my girlfriend, I'm taking his... it's only fair right?"

It didn't take long for them to shove her into the beat up truck they were patrolling Hawkins in, they sort of left her in the back with Lucas, a young man she recognised from Hellfire. He looked at her sympathetically but it was apparent he did not feel safe defying them any more than she did. Clearly, Chrissy's disappearance and unfortunate demise had unlocked something awful in Jason. A mass hysteria swept over Hawkins overnight as the community searched frantically for Eddie, pitchforks and torches raised high.

Hunting the freak.

Defying all rationality for a scapegoat.

Humans do funny things for closure. For answers to unsolvable questions. For opportunities to ease their aching hearts and fretting minds. Anything to help them sleep at night. Sometimes going to incredible lengths to achieve this, closure. This peace of mind.

It appeared to y/n in this moment that Jason Carver's funny thing was taking an innocent teenager away from home and keeping her hostage, for retribution. Retribution for a crime that Edward Munson had absolutely no capacity to carry out whatsoever.

She had no idea where they were taking her, or what sort of plan they had for her on arrival. But y/n was certain that they had no intention of letting her go. Not until they had gotten their shrewd idea of justice on Eddie. It appeared they did not have any sort of capacity for rationality, not now. Maybe it was never truly there to begin with. From the looks of it, they were bloodthirsty. An eye for an eye was the mindset.

They were going to kill her fucking boyfriend.

And there was nothing she could do about it.

[misses-winter-soldier]

Broken+broken=fixed

Steve chetead on you but Bucky's there to show you what love really is.

Steve x reader -> Bucky x reader

Mention of cheating

Part1

Part 2

1 month later

Bucky and I have sleepovers and cuddle sessions almost every night and besides that he speaks to me. He talks about the 40s all day long. It's cute. He started trying to catch up with the movies, books, music and fashion. We spend a lot of time together now and it's great. We cook together every day, we have weekly movie nights and weekends are for therapy sessions with each other, which, idk how much it helps him other then getting things off his chest.

Steve is still gone. He hasn't called me in 3 weeks now. I text him everyday and he replies maybe once a week or only if it's something about his buddy.

"Hey y/n! Tell me you don't have plans for tonight pls pls!"

"Haha . I don't but why?"

"I wanna watch Ice age! Really really bad and i know it s not Friday yet but please please please can we watch it?"

He's adorable. No wait. I can't think that. I have a boyfriend.

"Y/n? You ok?"

"Oh um yeah. I just zoomed out for a sec. And yes we can watch it. I love ice age"

"Are sure you're ok? Look i know I'm a little hard to deal most times and really sore if I'm being to clingy or smth like that. You can say no. It's cool. you're already doing so much for me"

"Hey none of that. I like hanging out with you and i do love ice age. It s just.... Today's the day Steve and i made it official and it's just a bit hard. I feel like we just drifted apart and I've done everything i could to get us back up but it doesn't seem to work.... I've just been thinking about our relationship and it feels like he doesn't want to be with me. I'm sorry i should tell you all of this"

"Why do you think that?"

"Pffffff! He has been cold and distant for months. I can't remember the last time he as much as hugged me.... He is gone most of the time and when he's here he's out. Comes home very late and bolts out after breakfast. He ignores my calls and only texts me back when he want something. I called him this morning. He declined my call. So i texted him i still haven't gotten any reply. Just seen. It hurts. Because i don't know what's happening. Why he acts this way. Idk if i did something to upset him or of he just lost interest. Maybe there's someone else...."

I didn't even realize I'm crying until he wiped off some tears off my cheeks.

"I know Steve. He wouldn't cheat on you, ok? And I've seen you with him. You take care off him and I've seen the way you look at him. You're beautiful and kind, you're sweet and caring and you put up with both of us which is just wow. My point is he has no reason to lose interest in you. He works a lot and it's a very stressful job so maybe he s distance come from not wanting to take it out on you. Talk to him. I'm sure he will explain everything." He hugs me.

Damn i miss hugs.

"I can't talk to someone who ignores me Buck.. let's watch the movie. I'll make popcorn "

While I was in the kitchen Bucky called Steve.

"Hello?"

Did Steve become a woman? Wtf is this?

"Um hi? Who is this? I'm Sharon. Steves girlfriend. Who s this?"

"Put him on the phone right now!"

"Hey Buck"

"HEY BUCK? ARE YOU SERIOUS? WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT BITCH STEVE? WHY DID SHE SAY SHE'S YOUR GIRLFRIEND?"

"Buck just calm down ok. Are you good? Why did you call?'

"Oh I'm calm. And I'm ok. I'm perfect actually. You know why? Because your girlfriend is taking care of my perky ass. You know? Y/n. In case you forget which girlfriend I'm talking about. And i guess it doesn't matter why i called anymore. Have fun you asshole "

"Wait. Come on man. "

"I'll called because y/n just cried in MY arms because if YOU. Because of what at ass you've been. But it's pointless to talk to you about it. Obviously you don't care. Have fun with your whore"

"Are you gonna tell her?"

" No. You are. I'll give you 24h to end things. Idc what you tell her. "

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. 24h or I'll tell her the truth and help her burn your shit"

Call ends.

He got the bed ready and put the movie on.

7h later.

I was asleep next to him. Bucky couldn't sleep tho.

Bucky mind:

Why would he do this?

She's funny and interesting

She gorgeous and hot

She is the sweetest person I've ever met and she makes amazing pasta

She's taken care off him like no one ever will

She loved him

She trusted him

What are you doing Steve? What happened to you?

When I woke up breakfast was ready and Bucky waiting for me in the kitchen with the biggest smile on his face

"Morning"

"Morning doll"

That's new. Pet names?

"What are your plans for today?"

"Actually my plans are yours too. I've spoken to Fury earlier and he wants us to start training the new recruits. Or. He wants you to make sure i dont go berserk and kill one."

"I'll go change ,call Steve and then I'm good to go."

"Steve?"

"Yeah he texted me to call him"

"He did huh?"

I nodded and went to my room.

"Let's see if you answer."

Part 3

[thebreakfastgenie]

🌻🌻🌻 (IDK how serious it was lol)

So today I've been fondly reminiscing about my terror campaign in 9th grade US History. At the time my school did this thing where they split AP US History over two years and you took the exam at the end of 10th grade. Yeah, I don't know. Anyway this was supposed to be an AP class.

Our teacher sucked and I was, basically, bored, and hadn't been in traditional school for some years, and also basically considered history teachers to be my equals because they were all my dad's coworkers.

We did our chapter tests on scantron sheets and he didn't want to print enough question packets for both classes (which, hey! saving trees is noble!) but the problem was he thought if the first class wrote on the test in any way it would somehow give the second class a clue. So he told us "do not write on the test." He never really explained this reasoning, it was just something I figured out, and I felt he was really annoying about it. I also think crossing out answer choices, underlining words, circling questions you want to come back to, etc are all good test-taking skills that are literally encouraged on AP exams so just flat out telling students not to do it isn't good. So I wrote on every single test out of protest. He knew it was me because on the final exam, after everyone was done, he came up to me with my test booklet and an eraser and made me clean it up. I don't know why because it didn't matter at that point??

Another time the clock broke and he didn't want to get it replaced and also I think he was mad that we all spent so much time looking at the clock wanting to leave his boring ass class. So he put up a sign that said "Time will pass. Will you?" A few days later we had a test. Note that I always turned my tests in with tons of time to spare. I was usually the first one done. But I said "how are we supposed to practice good test-taking skills if we can't see how much time we have left?" He glared daggers at me but he put up a digital clock on the smart board.

He also had this policy that if you convinced him a question was bad he'd throw it out and adjust the score by giving everyone in the class an additional point. I took this as a challenge. I'd go to the floor arguing with him about questions I had no trouble understanding and had gotten right. I don't think there was a single test we didn't get at least one additional point on. Most of them we got two or three. Classmates would come up to me and say "Sarah that test was rough. You're going to get us an extra point, right?"

He also assigned us these study guides and we were supposed to fill out a few questions each day but without exception we did them all the night before they were due. He knew we were doing this and hated it but couldn't stop us. Finally very late in the school year when it no longer mattered, we were looking at a picture of child laborers from the industrial revolution, and he told us those kids would love a chance to do study guides. I said "great they can have ours then" but the real coup was a kid in the next class (who I had Issues with but in this moment he was good) saying, completely straight faced "they were most likely illiterate."

In addition to the study guides which we were already not doing he forced us to do Cornell two-column notes whether we found them helpful or not. We complained so much and turned in what was so obviously the bare minimum designed to get the points that the next year he made the notes optional. We broke that man and I was the leader. He deserved it; he was a conservative Christian with a sign that said "God first, others second, myself third" in his public school classroom. He also said male teachers do it to support their families and female teachers do it for fun.

Also the entire time this was happening I was telling my mom all about it and she was encouraging me.

[liliewrites]

You absolutely should write fics about women with accents and thirst for them, tf ? Is that even a question that needs to be asked ? 🤔 I don't like my accent but I definitely melt for other people that have them lmao but tbh women are just so... I'm just incredibly gay I have nothing to say for my defense

But yeah my birthday was fine, thanks for asking ! I've gotten to eat cake and got some pretty thoughtful gifts from my friends today so it was really nice. I've been spending the rest of my day playing final fantasy xiv (fav game of all time fr) and just chilling. You were right about my age 😌👍 turned 22 today so that's an aesthetic number I guess lmao

As for languages I speak french, english, romanian and dutch but I've done 6 years of latin (pretty fun ngl, i'm a greek mythology nerd lol) and I'm casually learning german atm it started out as a joke but it's actually kind of fun so idk haha

How's your day been ?

-🔥

GASPPPPP I WAS CORRECTT?? YAYY

ALSO OMG FFXIV, OK SO ACTUALLY HAHAHA so quick side story my brother was asking me what game do i want as a reward for my good studies n i rlly didn't know what to pick but FFXIV is on my list (because hololive influence duh HAHAHHA jk) AND i've been thinking of getting it because i've been craving fantasy/rpg games lately, but i've tried other final fantasy games so i was hoping ffxiv would be a fresh experience because iirc it's an mmorpg right?

BUT WOAH THE LANGUAGES U KNOW R PRETTY COOL IMAGINE LEARNING LATIN?? AND NOW GERMAN?? now i have a question for u, does stardenburdenhardenbart actually mean anything?? HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA

man also pretty cool of u to spend ur bday playing games, pretty much did the same lmao HAHAHHAHA

[midnightutopia]

04.24.23 12:37am

Oof, I've gotten myself in a pickle. I am talking two three different guys right now. Rocky just kissed my tonight and Yarden calls and texts me quite frequently and well Alex and I have plans to hang out and catch up on Tuesday. And I am seeing John on Saturday (but that is just a friendship thing). And well I just feel bad because I dont want to hurt Rockys feelings, like that is difficult territory considering our moms are best friends and have been all our lives. And I'm really excited about seeing Alex but I know deep down things can't work out just because I need a man that is going to pursue me. And same with Yarden as well and Rocky. Ugh this is just weird. I just think sometimes I get lonely and crave male company. There is something about being around a man that I really enjoy. And I'm not trying to slut around of anything, I just enjoy male company. I haven't slept with any of these 3 men and still I just feel like none of them are pursuing me the way I want or desire (even though I'm not putting out)? Like isn't that the thing? Men should pursue women for sex? I mean of course not just for sex but its not like I'm being easy or anything. Rocky is a sweetheart and fuck, I just feel really really worried all of a sudden that I made the wrong decision seeing him today. And I reached out to Alex today as well. I just cant believe what I did in the span of a day. I started something with Rocky while also reigning something with Alex. Fuck. I mean its all exciting. And I did it all because I wasn't getting everything I wanted from Yarden. Omg. Its one of those things I promised myself, that I wouldn't commit myself to anyone unless they really wowed me or made me want to commit. And so I am not trying to waist my youth pondering over one man. But in the process I don't want to hurt peoples feelings. I know that with Yarden and Alex its fine, I'm not worried about hurting their feelings because they haven't made it obvious that they wanted to make things exclusive. But with Rocky, oof, I just feel bad. I used to have the BIGGEST crush on him from like childhood to maybe being 23 yrs old. But now? Idk why I just dont feel the same way :( timing is a bitch

[journalofsorts2]

self harm, masturbation (brief)

god i don't know how to correctly phrase this without sounding like a masochist. masochist? sadist? no i just looked it up it's masochist for self pain or whatever, sadist is for others pain. anyway back on topic. i gain too much pleasure from bad emotions. or not that, but that? i don't know how to explain it correctly. like i willingly put myself through bad emotions and i ?enjoy? it. i've talked about this a little with my therapist when i showed up to a session right after crying a bunch. i had been listening to my uber sad playlist cause i was falling asleep and that would keep me awake but then i started like bawling my eyes out, i showed up fine for my appointment but i've been trying to lie less when people ask me 'how are you?' and she asks that at the beginning of every session. but she didn't outright say it was unhealthy but you could tell that's what she thought. but like the sad playlist is just one example, like i listen to that playlist at a minimum of once a week but i have other things that make me sad. whenever i find a piece of media that makes me sad i'll be addicted to it and wring it dry of any sad emotions it summons in me. fanfiction is a common one for me, movies that make me cry, i'll rewatch clips of the scene that made me cry over and over again. same with shows. songs too but i already talked about that. there's other stuff i'm not thinking of right now but most of the time it is media that i revisit over and over again. god, it's a wonder how i didn't end up self harming earlier y'know? like how did it take me this long to discover how much i enjoy the bite of a flame or the sting of a blade? i mean i dabbled in self harm before but now i've come to appreciate the more generic forms of self harm y'know? like the cliches are cliches for a reason. oh god, i met with my primary care today and i told her i was improving. improving! how the fuck is devolving into burning myself improving? and of course i lied on the little sheet and to her face, 'have you ever had any thoughts of hurting yourself or others?' yes of course i have but i don't want to be involuntarily hospitalized again so no i haven't had those thoughts and i've definitely not acted on the 'yourself' ones. but like the sad part is that i genuinely think i'm improving. like i've been having more frequent good days and better quality good days. but the problem isn't that i'm cutting and burning on the bad days cause the bad days are so bad, the problem is that i'm cutting and burning on the good days. like i do it because it feels good and i want to feel good. fuck, i make myself sad on the good days too because i'll go and purposely listen to my sad playlist specifically to make me cry because i like crying and i like feeling sad. idk man maybe i am a masochist. but i feel like masochism has to have a sexual component and that doesn't really have a part here. like yeah sure i'd be into some shit in the bedroom but that doesn't really fit into why i self harm y'know? like i'm not masturbating with one hand and cutting with the other y'know? they're separate realms of happy. idk man this post is too long and i feel like i've gotten off topic. i just, i feel weird for liking negative things this much. like i joke about how something on my bucket list is to break a limb, and like for the most part it's not a joke because i want what that experience. i want that pain, i want those doctors visits, i want the tough healing process, i want the itchy cast, i want all of it y'know? idk man rant over, i'm fucking mental. idk idk idk

[archiesonicretro]

About Me

Welcome to my Retro Den. Here, you can view my ever-growing retro video games collection. You can take a look at my updated-on-some-basis video game reviews (some are coming soon), read my game comparisons and take a look at some of the stuff I re-blog on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy browsing through the games and hardware, but remember that the cover scans I provide are sourced from the likes of Sonic Retro, Sega Retro, NEC Retro, Gamefaqs and other sorts of gaming websites - oh and keep in mind that if I were to play any game via emulation, I will state which emulator and settings I use at the notes section below any review (^v^;)

Without any meandering, how about an About Me section?

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ABOUT ME

Hi. I am Archie Sonic (Nobusuke) and I am the site master of this blog, and I am an official member of the e-sports organisation Secure Sector. Today, I'm going to talk a little bit about myself. What's up?

WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

I grew up in Malaysia. In terms of the retro gaming landscape, it's not exactly the best-performing with most of every retro console being a bootleg NES of some sort, or the most popular devices being subpar performers at best, but I've grown accustomed to my country and what it is. I've had plans to move out, but I don't feel like it at the moment.

ARE YOU ON OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA?

Meet me at archieSonic#6113 on Discord, that's my new home of communications at the moment. To be honest, I'm not really the most active these days, but I got to get on that.

HOW DID YOU GET INTO ANYTHING GAMING?

I've been interested in video games ever since I was a little kid (I'm 22 years old at the time of this post), and I had one of these little bootleg portable PSP's which was basically a Sega Mega Drive inside. As for actual genuine gaming hardware, my start was a PS1, PS2, a blue Game Boy Advance SP with the flip-out backlit LCD screen, a black PSP 2000, and a white Sega Saturn mk2. Oh, and the occasional PC game or two. Don't forget, that was in 2006 - and I had a little computer with Windows XP. I don't exactly remember the entire specs of the thing, but all I know is I did not play online games on the bugger. And, as I grew older, I've become a gaming fan. You know, Pixels, Ready Player One, the XBOX One, PS4.... idk, everything.

WHAT CHANGED YOUR LIFE IN THE GAMING WORLD?

The XBOX 360.

I got that thing as a present in November 2009, and I've basically gotten sucked into the world of 7th gen high definition games. You know, games like Eschatos, Lollipop Chainsaw, Forza Motorsport 3, and such.

HOW DID YOU BECOME A RETRO GAMING FAN?

When I first explored the gaming scene on YouTube, I was like "okay, there's an angry video game reviewer with a ton of views talking about some old game I haven't known about" and he was talking about Wayne's World on the Super Nintendo. Weirdly enough, another popular video game review of his was about the Kowloon Kurosawa game that took a piss when it came to basing itself on Hong Kong's handover to Mainland China in 1997. That was some wild stuff. Hahaha. Then it turns out that such channels like AVGN were big enough, and I was like "aww man..." The retro gaming craze was so huge, every single company since then wanted in. Nintendo with the NES and SNES Classic, Sega with the Mega Drive Mini and Konami with the PC Engine CoreGrafx Mini. That being said, I did have some experience with emulated titles on modern consoles. Radiant Silvergun on XBOX 360 Live Arcade was the best of them.

There's a funny story too. When I announced that I would be writing my own blog on my since-then-discontinued Twitter page, I would get a DM from Depletion, who was part of the e-sports organization Secure Sector. They said something about expanding into more than just modern games and breaking into the retro gaming sphere, so.... yeah.

WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR FREE TIME?

When I'm not running blogs or sat on the couch playing video games, I tend to go to the gym, play basketball or some other sport I fancy like soccer, rugby and tennis. It's important to stay healthy, ya know, especially when your weekday schedule basically boils down to work, work and work from 8 to 6 in a corporate office block. If I had to pick just one, though, it'd definitely be playing basketball. Basketball to me is a pretty good way to let the steam off, get energized and everything. I've scored 2 points, 3 points, layups, and I've mastered passing, dribbling and stealing the ball as well as strategically blocking opponents' attempts to steal the ball from my team. My goal for the future is to score one slam dunk - I always seem to get stuck though, but someday. I also started playing tennis a few months ago... something like 9 months ago. It's super fun, especially serving the ball with the racket; but you know, unfortunately, outside where I live, the weather and infrastructure doesn't really work out so... places to go tennis indoors.

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY TO BE YOUR FAVOURITE GAME GENRE(S)?

I got to say my favourites are RPGs and strategy games. I really like something that challenges my mind and helps to solve some problem. Games like Cosmic Fantasy 2 on the PC Engine CD come to mind. These days, though, I find myself playing more shooters and racers. Not those first-person shooters, I mean vertical and horizontal shooters. Things like R-Type and Radiant Silvergun. They're quite good for what they are.

SINCE YOU MENTIONED E-SPORTS, WHAT E-SPORTS GAMES ARE YOU MOST EXCITED ABOUT?

I'm really curious about these e-sports PC and console games. I mean, it's great for some online multiplayer banter and fun here and there. Minecraft and Fortnite keep exploding into popularity day by day, and I'm curious about GMod. GMod is always well known in some fandoms for animations made using the GMod engine. Man, I would love to be part of the main bread and butter of these games. Being about to game on with my friends from Secure Sector - that e-sports org.

WHAT'S IT LIKE AT SECURE SECTOR?

So what's it like working with Secure Sector? Well, the organisation is quite small at the time of this post (it's mainly online-only for now), but the people in there are really great. They're really awesome, everybody loves what they do, and it feels like a big family, really. Overall, I feel great to be here. I get to play with the best and worst of retro, and share the passion with all the guys from Secure Sector from all around the world.

ENJOY!!!

-Archie Sonic (Blog Master)

[goyangii]

going thru ur tags gives me a headache u reblog literally anything with buzzwords and a flashy headline but don't apply any critical thinking skills or consider that ur views might be flawed... ur literally in an echo chamber and it's sad as fuck to see. women are victims of misogyny but trans people are not the problem

thanks bb it means a lot you'd read my blog <3 fr though i usually browse tumblr during breaks on mobile so yeah i'm not running a resource or research-based blog by any means. most of social media is buzzwords and flashy headlines and memes anyways and this is a personal blog, not some debate blog.

i've been in the trans community for years and years from 2012 on and while i can agree radblr (and any online community tbqh) has its own echo chamber-y qualities trans spaces are even worse about it. at least on radblr you can have a dissenting opinion and ppl will disagree albeit loudly but i've gotten banned/blocked/cancelled for posting even vaguely dissenting opinions (such as "lesbians don't need to include bepenised people in their dating/sex lives") in trans spaces when i was ftm so. pot meet kettle ig?

it's not as if i woke up one days and was like "today i feel like hating tranners :3"?? it took almost a decade of experiencing misogyny, racism, and homophobia from a community of mostly white heterosexual people to realize something wasn't right and to start thinking critically about the idea that someone can be born in the wrong body. i know and have parroted all the popular trans activist ideas, it's not that i don't know them front to back by this point. i was on hrt, i met with psychs, i was diagnosed with GID and by all means was a ~textbook~ trans case. i was planning on getting top surgery and changing my name/markers legally when i started questioning stuff, and believe me more than fucking anyone i wanted transition to be the answer to my dysphoria. but larping as a man didn't make me one no matter how much i wished, how well i passed, how validated i felt by my friends/peers/partners. i still have a lot of empathy for ftms and if transition wasn't a flawed premise foundationally i would support it if only bc i know so little helps with dysphoria. but it literally doesn't and won't ever cure it and even "fully" transitioned people i know/knew had dysphoria, worried about passing, etc. and were behind their backs misgendered, treated as their birth sex, etc. it took me breaking out of trans spaces and talking to normies (i don't even mean radfems or ~transphobes~, i mean literally just normal people in class or at work) to realize this.

also individual trans people are imo not the main problem but are perpetuating what is, which is an ideology that hurts women and lgb people. any ideology that says that sexuality is determined by gender (a socially constructed identity based on stereotypes) and erodes sex-based rights (such as the right to a female doctor, shelter, exam by police officer, etc.) is imo harmful whether or not trans ppl individually are "problematic". idk if you think i go out every day kicking trans ppl and bemoaning their existence but ultimately i'm only ever rly gonna feel particularly negatively towards a specific trans person if they're actively shit, as in they're a racist/homophobe/pedo/sex pest/etc. and frankly a pretty disturbing amount meet at least one of that criteria if not multiple, even if i'm only considering trans people i know personally.

[satans-left-asscheeky]

For once it’s not child sole! Happy days! Anyway! What about a Sole who’s scary good at voice impressions, and their companion has gotten used to them just imitating random voices whenever they feel like it- but then walking in on Sole telling a story and doing a perfect imitation of THEIR voice. Idk I have too many OCs with weird talents ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Maccready

"What the fu-! How..? ... how are you doing that?"

Nope, nope, nope. Not today buckaroo to weird. The thing to note about Maccready though is that he's painful superstitious so he'd be raking his brain for what type of creature could change their voice like that, because no way a normal human could. He'd even confront sole asking them if they were human and got embarrassed when they laughed in his face...

Hancock

"Woah... never heard my own voice before......"

He'd whisper it under his breath to himself. It wouldn't even cross his mind that it could be sole. He'd just think he was either way to high, or he'd finally lost it. Either way he's asking Fahrenheit what she thinks hearing his own voice meant next time you're in goodneighbor.

Cait

"Cut that shite out right now if youd like to keep yer teeth!"

It wouldn't freak her out like the rest of the companions, but do you know how many people have mocked her accent over the years? Safe to say she's a. it sensitive about it so tread carefully.

Danse

"....."

*Existential crisis*

Is sole a synth? Sole must be a synth to be able to do that, surely? Right? What is happening? Is anything real? Has sole been sent to replace him and are they slowly starting the change? What is life? No not probable. The institute wouldn't put that much effort into keeping him alive that long. Humanity is flawed probably beyond repair... It's been 200 years how come everything is still radioactive? Surely people should've gotten further than they have in 200 years... has it really been that long? is time a lie? Time is a construct who's to say humanity collectively isn't losing touch with reality. Is sole a synth? Why is Nuka cola still fizzy?

Curie

"Madame/Monsieur how are you able to talk like me? Were you given ms nanny technology? This is so fascinating!!!"

Annnnddd you just started a 3 hour conversation on Ms nanny tech, and voice training exercises.... She's a curious girl what can she say. Gotta get that knowledge

Deacon

*Starts talking back in their voice*

Yeah he most likely can do this too. And even if he's really bad at it he's still gonna do it just to see the look on soles face. Priceless

Piper

"I'd ask where you learned that, but im scared I don't wanna know..."

How do even learn you have some of these talents? Like do you just wake up and suddenly damn I can speak in other people's voices? Trippy.

Nick

"Kid.... Look I got work I gotta do some work, and then you can tell me all about your story. In your voice please."

Hes a tired old man. He may love sole, but he also has work. You ever seen one of those super sweet parents that loves their kid with all their heart, is just so tired they can't even barely function that's him. Even though sleep may not be an issue for him I'm sure once he gets his mind set on something he wants to finish that task before starting a new one.

Preston

"I don't know how you're doing that general, but it's probably the coolest thing I've ever seen!"

Preston seldom gets excited, but when he does he goes all out. Just image kid in a candy store. If sole has any other cool talents he'll ask about them and then demand they show him.

X6-88

"Ma'am/Sir please give me a moment I think my audio processors are malfunctioning"

He would think he'd finally busted something until sole breaks down laughing at him. The he realizes that the future director is just using him for a joke... what a sick cruel world he lives in

[koishua]

𝗕𝗘𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦 — 𝗣𝗦𝗛

𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧 (𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗) : Hi! Could you do a drabble on like a domestic morning for Sunghoon? Maybe up to like them leaving for work or school... idk 😅 Only if you can cuz you obviously have stuff to do yourself 😊 Hope your day/ night has been alright 💖

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦 : sunghoon x gn!reader. fluff, established relationship!au. mentions of food! lowercase intended.

torture.

waking up at who knows what hour as the sun rises, slipping out of his arms and away from the extra warmth he provided beneath the covers and out of the room with your clothes to get ready for your morning lecture was torture— especially knowing how it was one of his rare days off that he had wanted to spend with you.

it wouldn't last long, you'd have the rest of the afternoon to yourselves, but leaving him while he was still resting, not being there when he wakes up is a difficult thought to swallow.

trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake him up with your steps, you close the bathroom door behind you with a soft click after having gotten ready for the day, fresh and put together.

"i can't believe you didn't wake me up."

you freeze at the voice, tired and raw. sunghoon wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder— exhaustion makes him clingy, apparently.

you turn around to face him with a sheepish smile, "you should be sleeping, you came home very late last night and your promotions are over, right? you needed a break."

his breath fans over the skin of your neck, warmth spreading from his chuckles, "i could have done that after i sent you off. don't worry, i think i might like you just a little bit more than a shut eye."

he lets you go with a glint in his eye, "have you eaten yet? you can't leave without breakfast."

"i didn't yet, but i have to hurry up or else i'll be late." you brush past him to gather your folder laying on the table with pens scattered all across the spare sheets filled with many different scribbles, all related to your topic today.

a small ruckus fills the kitchen behind you, which you pay no real heed to, opting to check your phone that had been charging for the past thirty minutes after you'd forgotten to plug it in the night before.

"hoon?" his head pops out of the doorframe from the kitchen, "yes? wait two seconds, i'll be right there."

in his hands are a bottle of water and a small sandwich wrapped neatly for you to hold, "don't think i haven't noticed how empty your fridge is. let's go grocery shopping today or else you'll be too lazy to do it yourself."

with an amused smile, you snark back, "i'm not lazy, i'm just saving up for my thirties."

you slip on your shoes while taking a large bite out of your breakfast prepared by the same man who fixes your flipped collar, "the bus will arrive by the time i've walked there, sunghoon."

"fine, fine. if you are really that excited to leave me behind, then go ahead." though his words seem playfully sharp, the chaste kiss he presses on the tip of your nose is far than that— loving, gentle.

for the first time in long, you fly out of your doorsteps with a smile and a hand waving at you from behind the steps, waiting for your return.

[julemmaes]

Robyn

Rowaelin Month, Day Ten

A/N: I'd planned on posting them in order, but you get what you get. Idk when the other prompts will come tbf. I hope soon. Anyway, I managed to write over 6k words today and I'm pretty fucking proud.

This is just fluff over fluff, so yep enjoy!!

Word count: 3,047

Rowan was unbelievably late as he sped through the streets of Orynth.

So late that the school had called not only him, but also the front desk of the place where he worked when he hadn't answered the call on his personal phone. Sorscha, his assistant, had entered his office with an embarrassed smile on her lips, as if she didn't want to tell him that he had forgotten for the umpteenth time to pick up his daughter from school.

Lorcan had joined him, for some strange reason, but Rowan had stopped bothering when it came to his best friend. He'd been trying to figure out how he reasoned for years and had come to the conclusion that there was no logical sense in the actions of the man sitting next to him, who was currently singing at the top of his lungs to one of the songs on the Frozen CD - which much to the chagrin of both of them, had gotten stuck in his car radio months before, forcing them into hours of torture.

He would never deny that the songs were all quite catchy, but after the sixteenth time Rowan had had to listen to Let It Go at maximum volume, his positive opinion of the film had begun to waver.

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Rowan noticed with deep regret that the only cars still there were those of the teachers and school staff.

They both got out of the car, Rowan walking quickly towards the entrance while Lorcan dragged behind him.

He greeted the caretakers sitting at the entrance, who returned a big smile. A smile that grew even wider when his large, imposing friend entered a few moments later. He stopped to talk to the old ladies and Rowan walked down the corridor he knew led to Robyn's classroom.

He could hear muffled voices from inside the teachers' room on the left and the one he knew belonged to Miss Galathynius coming from the right. He looked out over the classroom, spotting the two people sitting at a desk.

As soon as his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and a huge smile flashed across her face.

No words. No "hello, daddy!" or "I missed you!" from the little girl.

Her teacher turned as she leapt out of her chair and ran towards him, hugging his legs and looking up at him. Rowan smiled at her in turn, running a hand over her hair that was shot in every direction.

"Hello, little bird," he murmured to her. The child's smile widened even more if that was possible.

The woman a few feet away from them pulled herself upright, crossing her arms over her chest and offering a sincere smile to the child, who hid behind his thighs.

Rowan was about to tell her that Robyn was shy with everyone like this, ready to defend his daughter's behaviour as he was used to doing in front of every adult, but he was beaten to the punch.

"It's good to see you, Mr Whitethorn," she said, extending a hand. Rowan shook it without hesitation. "Actually, I just wanted to write you a letter regarding Robyn," she continued, never taking her eyes off the little girl. "Nothing serious," she hastened to reassure him when Rowan grimaced, "quite the contrary. Robyn is remarkably good. One of the best in the class, though I shouldn't offer that information so bluntly."

Miss Galathynius winked at him, but he couldn't process what he'd just been told.

"Sorry, could you-"

The little hands clamped around his trousers tightened a fraction more and Rowan looked down, trying to figure out what was bothering his daughter, but then something happened that he hadn't even dared to dream about in recent times.

"You're here!"

The little girl broke off and ran away from him in less than the blink of an eye.

Rowan turned just in time to see Lorcan grab Robyn in mid-air, spinning her around as he brought her to his chest and showered her with kisses. The loud, incessant laughter that erupted from her seemed too much coming from that fragile little body, but he never tired of hearing it.

"Why hello baby!" said Lorcan laughing in turn, starting to tickle her until she begun to rebel and he was forced to let her slide to the floor. Robyn was still laughing at the top of her lungs and nearly fell to the ground as she squealed left and right, letting herself be pushed around by the closest thing to an uncle she had ever had.

When Rowan turned back to the woman, she was wide-eyed and her lips slightly parted as she watched the massive man dressed completely in black and the menacing face turn into a completely different person the second he had seen Robyn.

He chuckled, "I know, it's not every day you get to see a little girl be so comfortable with a brute like that."

Lorcan, who was listening to everything, looked him straight in the eye and without stopping smiling and playing with the little girl, mouthed to him to fuck off.

"Well, yeah. You caught me a little off guard." she confessed, still shocked to hear how Robyn was having a full conversation with Lorcan. They couldn't hear anything of what she was actually saying, but even just the fact she was talking to someone seemed to have Aelin unsettled.

She returned her attention to Rowan and let out a breath that sounded more like a giggle, "I've never heard her laugh before."

He nodded, blushing a little at the teacher's surprised but relieved tone.

"I'm sure the dean warned you about the problem she has," he said in a low voice. He grimaced at her poor choice of words, "I mean, not problem, but the difficulty she finds in interacting with people she doesn't know."

Liar, he told himself. Robyn hadn't spoken to anyone but him and Lorcan since the day Lyria had died. It wasn't a difficulty, but a response to the trauma that prevented her from speaking to anyone who wasn't part of her immediate family.

"I know, I know. We've been looking for solutions together." she informed him. "I give her a white board every morning. Come on, I'll show you." she turned to the desk they were sitting at earlier and raised the magnetic board, on which a few words were scribbled on. "I'll write here what she might need. Yes. No. I need to go to the bathroom. I'm thirsty. I'm hungry." she read, listing the various options. Rowan gaped. "We've only just started going over the alphabet for a second time, so she can't really read or write yet, as I imagine you know, but the little drawings next to each sentence help her."

She continued talking, but he couldn't quite follow.

The woman in front of him - aside from being breathtakingly beautiful - had done as much as she could to help her child with communication.

"Mr. Whitethorn-"

"Rowan. Please, call me Rowan." he said, clearing his throat once he realized how hoarse it sounded to his ears. Lorcan walked up to them at that point, still holding Robyn in his arms and positioned himself next to him, letting their shoulders touch in a comforting way.

"Call me Aelin, then," she smiled at them both. Then she made a small grimace, turning to Rowan, "I wanted to ask if it bothered you, that I sought a solution like that. Maybe I put her in distress, embarrassed her. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to solve this on my own. I really wanted to discuss it with you, with your husband too, to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe we could arrange a meeting."

He was about to tell her that she had given him the exact opposite of annoyance, that he had been more than pleased that she had helped Robyn this way, when her words finally registered.

Lorcan, beside him, had opened his mouth wide and his lips were slowly bending into a mischievous smile.

Rowan furrowed his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Aelin's smile seemed to falter. "A meeting? With you? To talk about how to handle the situation," then she shifted her gaze to Lorcan, "You're more than welcome to join as well. I didn't know Robyn had two dads, I apologise for assuming Robyn had a mum and dad. That was very rude of me-"

"I love this," Lorcan whispered, laughing in shock. He turned to Rowan with eyes that sparkled with amusement, "I would definitely be the top."

Rowan looked at him with an expression of complete shock on his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Robyn gasped, opening her eyes wide and bringing a hand to her mouth, pointing then to Rowan's.

"Yeah, sorry, love. I shouldn't have said the bad word." he apologised, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. He turned back to Miss Galathynius, "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but we're not married."

"No need to lie, sweetie. I'm sure Aelin," he gave her a knowing look, "doesn't mind at all about our relationship status."

Aelin nodded, "Well, yes. That doesn't change anything. Mr..." she turned to Lorcan, searching for a name.

"Salvaterre."

"Mr. Salvaterre can still attend. The fact that you are not yet married is no reason why you cannot both be present at the meeting. You don't have to worry, we are a very tolerant school and if anyone bothers you, you can come directly to me."

A sound of sheer glee escaped Lorcan.

Aelin continued, "I mean it. I was pleased to see both of you today. I was also pleased to see Robyn smiling so much." she concluded, looking the little one in the face.

Rowan took a deep breath, bracing himself, "No, I meant, we're not a couple. We're not gay. He's her uncle."

The woman's blonde eyebrows shot up and a second later she turned almost as red as the dress Robyn was wearing as Lorcan shook his head muttering something very much like 'you're no fun', which made Robyn giggle.

"Why did you even get off the car?" he asked him exasperated.

Lorcan shrugged, "Because I missed my little bean, you monster." he replied, clutching Robyn to his chest. The little girl clutched Lorcan's shirt in her chubby little hands and Rowan huffed, shaking his head.

Aelin brought her hands to her face, leaning against the desk behind her. She shook her head, her face still hidden, "Oh, god. I'm so sorry."

Lorcan let out a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it. It was fun while it lasted." then he turned to Rowan again, who was still trying to recover from the idea of being involved in a relationship with his friend, "You're really no fun."

"Yeah, no fun dad." repeated Robyn.

Silence fell over the class. Rowan looked at her with wide eyes and blinked once, twice. Robyn was staring at him with a sweet scowl that mimicked so much that of the man who was still holding her, but Rowan couldn't get over the fact that his daughter had spoken while Aelin was still beside them.

He was about to talk, noticing how Robyn had started squirming in Lorcan's arms, when there was a knock at the door.

They both turned, Aelin peering over Rowan's shoulder, and saw the figure of a petite girl with black hair and eyes standing in the doorway, watching them with her head slightly bent to the side. She had a tag on her t-shirt that was too colourful to belong to someone who didn't work in a school with children, so he guessed she was a teacher herself. Besides, Rowan felt like he'd seen her elsewhere. Probably every day when he picked Robyn up from school, he said to himself.

"I know you're not supposed to eavesdrop but I stopped by earlier and heard you were a couple of dads," she said by way of introduction. "I just wanted to reassure you that the school is an extremely safe place. I'm the one who did most of the interviews with the parents," that's where they had met then, "and one of the questions that is asked is just about the tolerance of the people who will be attending the school."

Aelin watched her, remaining silent the whole time and putting on an amused smile, nodded, "That's what I was telling them. How tolerant the school is. They make such a cute couple, don't you think, Elide?"

Rowan turned to her, arching an eyebrow, silently asking her what she was doing. The woman, as if she could truly understand what he was trying to convey to her, nodded her head towards Lorcan, who Rowan only then noticed was standing weirdly, his eyes fixed on the woman in the doorway.

He grinned, deciding to take his revenge right away. "Oh, yes. Thank you so much for the reassurance," Rowan began to play along as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lorcan turn towards him, dropping Robyn to the floor, who made a disapproving noise at being dumped so suddenly. "We are happy to know that this school is a safe place for our daughter. And for us."

Elide offered him a blinding smile, "Good. I'm happy to hear that you are pleased so far. And I am happy that Aelin is the one who is taking your daughter's class. She's the best one here."

Rowan didn't know her yet, but he knew the thing Elide had just said could only be true.

"Well," she said again, giving them an apologetic smile, "I really must go now, but if you need anything, you can find all my contact details on the website. Have a nice day!"

Aelin and Rowan said their goodbyes, thanking her. Lorcan took a while to recover, but when he realised he was staring into empty space he ran towards the door, almost stepping on little Robyn, who was moved by Aelin.

"We are very much not gay, miss!" he shouted into the hallway. Aelin, now beside him and with a hand on Robyn's shoulder, cackled. With Lorcan's infinite luck, someone walked by just then and gave him a stern look. "Oh, shut up ma'am. I'm an ally. The best ally."

Rowan shook his head as Lorcan launched himself in pursuit of the poor teacher and burst out laughing when he heard him shout, "I'm not homophobic! I'm willing to suck someone's cock if I have to prove it to you!"

Aelin opened her mouth wide before bursting out laughing in turn.

Robyn, seeing both adults so happy, giggled too and Rowan bent down to pick her up. The little girl laid her full head of white-light hair on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was tired and Rowan really needed to get her home to sleep.

He glanced at Aelin and reduced his lips to a thin line, "I'm sorry about the commotion, I'll try not to bring him into the building again. Even if it means tying him to the seat."

The soft laugh she gave made something tighten in his chest. He frowned.

Aelin didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him, "Don't worry, Elide is crazy about fools like him. If he says the right things, we might start seeing each other outside of school too."

Rowan nodded, now too caught up in the thought of having to take Robyn home to focus on anything else.

They agreed on when to hold the parent-teacher meeting and then he grabbed Robyn's backpack, walking towards the exit.

He was thoughtless as he reached into his pocket for his keys and balanced everything else - including the girl - on his other arm, but when Robyn's hand brushed his cheek, he looked down and his eyes met their twins. Green against green.

"What is it?"

The little girl's voice never stopped making him smile. Each time was like the first time she had said dada.

"I really like her."

Rowan frowned, "Who?"

"Miss Aelin." she whispered, almost as if she was afraid they might hear her.

He smiled at her, "Yeah? You like her?"

"She's nice to me."

Rowan had to put her down as he opened the door and let her get into the back seats by herself.

"I'm glad she's treating you well, love," he let her know, buckling her in.

He hoped she'd tell him more about her new teacher, but like any kid her age, the topic of conversation couldn't last for more than four lines apiece, "Where's Uncle Lorcan?"

Rowan snorted, "No idea, little bird."

Robyn nodded, "Elide is pretty too."

And as if those words had summoned him, Lorcan appeared beside the car, making them both scream. He entered the car in a heartbeat and turned to his daughter, who was still settling into the seat. "Do you know Miss Lochan?"

But before she could answer him, Rowan had entered the car in turn and smacked the back of his head, which made the Robyn giggle, "You're not using my daughter as your wingman. Now stop it and buckle up."

Lorcan gave him a gentle push, before doing as he was told and for once he was happy he'd convinced him to do something.

Or at least, Rowan thought he had convinced him.

"What if I left you a note to deliver to Miss Lochan, Rob? Would you be up for it?"

Rowan knew, even without looking at her, that she was nodding emphatically.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he murmured, "Could you stop calling my daughter Rob, please? You'll give her an existential crisis."

Lorcan clicked his tongue against his palate, "Rowan, I'm not giving her a damn thing. We live in this new world, okay? Your daughter could be called Simon and still be a beautiful princess. Grow up and educate yourself before you talk shit."

"Aaaah!" shouted Robyn, "Bad word!"

Rowan sighed and shook his head, but still he was smiling.

This was his life. Had been for the past two years.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

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YES, thank you, oh my god! You might have even just made the most interesting point on this topic that I've seen in a long time, with this comparison to Fenris, in regards to them staying/leaving. And you're so right about Hepler writing Anders to be Like That ON ACCIDENT. Nearly every interesting aspect of his character is so blatantly unintentional. It's so absurd it's hilarious. Truly excellent opinions, is what I mean, even if I don't necessarily agree with everything :D

Thank you!! I'm glad people are liking it even if they don't agree with all of it!! I know my opinions on him can seem kinda... harsh. I remember once explaining them to someone on twitter and they responded with "Wow... I really thought you were pro Anders ngl" and I was just like I AM. I ADORE Anders, but I think he's just a really messy person because of what happened to him, there is no need to use his past as an excuse because he's ALLOWED to be all of it. He can BE a man that means well and genuinely loves other people who ALSO has toxic behaviors. That's what makes him feel so real to me, people are MESSY

And the fact that most of that wasn't even what Hepler INTENDED drives me NUTS like. If she HAD been thinking about any of this instead of just being ableist imagine what we could've gotten??? Or maybe we shouldn't! Idk if I trust her!

I don't think she writes for Bioware anymore?? No idea what she's up to now, I just hope she's learned and grown as a writer. We all make mistakes based on past biases and I just hope she recognized it and has moved on to write better stuff today. It's been over a decade after all

Lastly YES comparing Anders' romance to Fenris' is FASCINATING on its own and deserving of its own post which I WILL deliver one day. It just shows how their arcs work and how they're each separately dealing with moving on... or not moving on. It signifies what each value and want in both a partner and themselves. I won't go into it here but I promise you!! It's coming!!!

[xiu21chen99]

hxh headcanon/imagine.

again... still about hisoillu but about their engagement instead of illu's influenced fashion choice.

also this is more of... idk it gave reason why they chose to marry instead of uh other ways i guess??

i've seen so many fanarts where illu would break the news to the zoldycks or how killu would react to having hisoka as his brother in law- like srsly it's meme worthy at this point- and lotsa ones that showed how hisoka proposed as a joke or smtg but... I've been overthinking abt it these past few days sO i present to you how i think "the big question aka the proposal" happened... (manga spoilers??)

it's after hisoka resurrected himself obviously, and def after he killed kortopi and shalnark (so he knew there was gonna be empty slots in the spiders' lineup)

i imagine illu went back to the zoldyck estate after the whole fiasco and only heard of hisoka's "death" from rumors while he was on a mission

and then when he was idk maybe contemplating on whether or not he should visit the body(?) to pay respects or something, he gets a text message from the devil himself

their text went like this probably:

hisoka: hey~ where are you right now?♠️ (and no u can't tell me hisoka doesn't text w card suits u just can't-)

illumi: who are you and how did you get the phone you are currently using?

hisoka: ooh~ illu~ i feel betrayed, did you delete my number?♣️

illumi: hisoka is dead

hisoka: *image attached*

illumi: oh

illumi: hello hisoka, how are you still alive?

hisoka: you sound disappointed~♦️

illumi: i kind of am...

hisoka: rude, just tell me where you are♥️

...and that's how they met up?? ngl i think illu has a know-it-all syndrome where he just has to,,, k n o w everything

he's curious so he agrees to the meetup ofc

he's also surprised when he sees hisoka is in good shape when they meet (idk at a bar in an unknown city?)

they drink whiskey on the rocks because... you know...

hisoka explains how he survived and his next plan of action (which is terminate the spiders)

illumi makes a mental note of nen after death bc he's heard and seen it all before but... not to this extent,

this is gonna be,,, bland but i think this is the logic behind why hisoka chose to get married/engaged instead of just paying up front (reference to the ten dons' commission to get chrollo killed and chrollo's commission to get the ten dons killed)--

anyways here's how their conversation goes:

i: "why did you want to talk in person?"

h: "oh y'know, for old times sake."

i: "...right"

hisoka laughs, "okay so maybe i want to ask you for a favor..?"

confused, illumi asks, "why could you not have just texted if you wanted me to kill someone for you?"

h: "no, no- wait, actually, you're not too far off."

i: ~mOrE cOnfUsiOn~ "huh?"

h: "how do contracts for assassination work in your... family business?"

i: "half the promised pay before, the remaining half afterwards. should the target be eliminated by a third party, the assigned zoldyck still gets the pay and should the employer die, then the contract is terminated and the zoldyck will report back immediately."

h: "and has anyone made a contract to have themselves terminated?"

i: "i beg your pardon?"

h: "what complications will arise should your employer's target be... themselves?"

i: "i believe... i have never encountered such circumstance before. the people who hire us are those who have enough money and resource to have their enemies killed quickly. no one's tried to test the zoldyck assassination prowess."

h: "so... how will that work?"

i: "are you implying this is the reason why you have contacted me today?"

h: "yes~ ♥️" (how he said a heart emoji out loud is up to you, reader)

i: "it will be a pointless paradox. logically, the zoldyck will only get the employment bill. and i, myself, do not find pleasure in going for the kill like you lest i get my reward, so you will not get a contract out of me, hisoka."

h: "is there no leeway?"

i: "a zoldyck stands up to their word. so no."

h: "even for a friend?~ ♦️"

i: "we are not friends, hisoka-"

hisoka raises his glass of whiskey along with his eyebrow.

i: "oh..."

h: "didn't you tell dear killua that a zoldyck didn't need friends?"

i: "you... are an associate, someone reliable in the killing world. it's different."

h: "hypocrite"

i: "i ask you for favors and you make me return them. it is not like we spend our time together leisurely like killu with that island boy..."

hisoka clinks their matching glasses of whiskey even though his is already empty, a shit-eating grin on his lips.

i: "you suggested we meet here."

h: "this isn't the first time we went out to drink, right illu?"

i: "regardless!! i will not kill you just for half the money. i do not like wasting efforts on fruitless missions."

h: "as i said, is there no exception, to make sure you get my money if you were to succeed in killing me?"

i: "are you doubting my skill, hisoka?"

h: "that's not the point right now~ ♠️"

i: "wait, why do you want me to get all of your money?"

h: "haven't we just gotten over this subject? because you're my friend, of course."

i: "i... we are not friends, hisoka."

hisoka claps, "that's it! illumi!! ♣️"

i: "eh?"

h: "marry me! that way in our prenup I'll make sure you get all of my money, and even without a prenup you'll still get it since you'll be my only relative! that solves it!"

i: "hisoka, are you sure death did not took a toll on your brain? you did say you used Bungee Gum only on your heart and lungs..."

h: "i'm being serious, illumi!! and doesn't this solve your earlier conflict? we don't have to be friends, we'll be husbands!"

i: "do not use that tactic with me, you manipulative bastard. stop joking."

h: "this is purely beneficial for you, honestly i don't get why you just won't accept it."

i: "then humor me this first, why now?"

h: "dear illu, i've been to literal hell and back. i think it's time to leave my mark in case i fail to escape death again."

i: "was it that bad?"

h: "you'll love it there, illu~ ♥️"

h: "on a more serious note, though, i do plan to marry you. out of everyone i've encountered, you're the most eligible candidate. you're powerful, fully capable and extremely pretty to boot! you're the ideal husband!"

(blushing obviously, illumi downs the remaining whiskey in his glass) i: "death has changed you, hisoka."

h: "so?"

i: "fine."

h: "excellent!"

and in one fell swoop, illumi has a pin against the curve of hisoka's jugular, wrist held tightly by hisoka- a card matching against his own neck.

"not yet, dear husband." hisoka whispered into his ear, "we have to manage the papers first. and i've a request before you do."

they let each other go at the same time, not even breathing an unnecessary breath in the other's personal space (well, they're nearly pressed thigh to thigh anyways, what's the point of personal space anymore-)

"a condition rather than a request, really."

"what?" hisoka orders them refills, and downs his when it arrives.

"join the ryodan first."

glass already pressed on thin lips, illumi's confused hum resonates softly into the concave utensil. "why?"

"so things can get more interesting. i assume you know of the dark continent expedition that's soon to take place?"

"father has advised i take part on it, since kalluto told me the ryodan plans to rob some cliches who'll join the expedition- to look after him. you want me to join them?"

"yes, and i plan to board as well, don't fret."

illumi's eyes turn to slits, "how should i know you would be there? i can't take your word when you might just disappear when we've all boarded."

hisoka grins, wide then wider, "you should know by now illu, i plan to avenge my wounded pride. that damned chrollo didn't even fight me properly."

tilting his head, illumi stared at the man beside him, "is that not contradictory? i thought you did not mind your opponent using whatever means necessary to win?"

"magicians use tricks and misdirection to awe the audience," hisoka says almost thoughtlessly, "chrollo's a narcissistic hypnotist who used the audience as a damned shield because he knew he couldn't handle me face-to-face."

he groans, tinged in regret. "i shouldn't have picked heaven's arena, if i'd chosen a more discreet location then maybe the damage won't be this bad."

"damage?" illumi rests his chin on his palm, facing his husband.

hisoka swipes a hand over his face, and the glamour comes off. the picture he sent illumi now present in front of him. he was missing a nose, his left hand didn't have any finger left and dried blood chipped on his white skin. "oh."

with another swipe, everything's made correct again. hisoka was grinning again. he downs the remaining alcohol and leaves jenny bills under the emptied glass.

"come, lovely husband. we're to elope and legalize our union!"

illumi follows suit after downing his own glass, "i think there might be another loop hole, if you were to join the family. zoldycks do not kill family."

"so if i were to wed you, here and now, you'd think me more of a family than alluka?"

"alluka is not family."

"are those your words, illumi? or silva's?"

"i..."

"wow, you're really just as fucked up as i am."

"where do you plan to take me? i've just said i cannot kill family."

hisoka chuckles, "then you're the one to take my name, of course."

"preposterous!"

"who the hell still uses that word?"

"i am and will always be a zoldyck-"

"exactly. it's just legal papers, if you kill me then you'll just be a widow and even get your name back! see how everything'll work out in the end?"

"hisoka-"

"are you doubting your skill of assassination, my dearest husband?"

"... i better get the most expensive ring in this damned city."

"that's the spirit! now let's go get married!"

"wait, hisoka. what is your last name?"

later that night, when they leave a chapel, something gold glimmers on hisoka's bungee gum/texture surprise ring finger. a matching one around illumi's finger.

unlike hisoka, though, illumi had an extra red glimmer right under that gold, in the dead center of a silver band of intricately designed pattern. hisoka had foregone the traditional diamond in favor of a 16 carat ruby engagement ring, such a curious choice but illumi accepted it all the same...

(much later on, hisoka took both rings as collateral and reminded illumi that he would get them back even if he died bc it was in their damn prenup- and bc it was technically bought under illumis name and that's how hisoka assured illu that he'd be on that black whale,,, bc he had the rings and planned to give them back to him there)

"I thought a red gemstone was better suited for the rather bloody and murderous ending that our relationship will inevitably come to, wouldn't you agree?"

-Hisoka Morow whenever someone mentions his preference of proposal ring...

"I disagree with most of his ideals, our relationship has always had a fragile foundation, and I knew from the start that we'd eventually end up killing each other."

-Illumi Morow, nee Zoldyck when asked about his thoughts on his husband...

[terrm9]

The Fourteenth

Just a very quick and silly drabble I wrote last night to take my mind off those not very nice anons. Biggest thanks go to @starrystarrytrouble​ the angel Ruby that talked some sense to me when I wanted to delete this whole account. Ruby I love you so much.

I know I said there was no Valentine’s day fic coming from me and idk if this is even a fic or if it can be considered Valentine’s day fic, but here we are.

See more notes in the end

"It is the Valentine's day," Ethan stated out of blue when Chiara walked into his office to drop off some charts.

The whole hospital was living in those hideous tones of pink and red, paper hearts and teddybears everywhere he looked.

It was worse than Christmas Eve.

"I am aware," Chiara grinned, already turning on her heels to leave.

She has been busy, apparently and yet, Ethan couldn't stop himself from asking.

"You are not going to mention it? Aren't you waiting for a card from me, or a rose?"

Not that it would be something he'd like to do - there was no worse capitalistic holiday than Valentine's Day. But if Chiara asked, well, a rose never killed anyone.

Chiara simply laughed at his questions, a rich, wholehearted laugh that bounced off the walls and then shook her head slightly before responding: "I do not celebrate the day."

"Why?"

Ethan was genuinely curious, because Chiara was the woman that celebrated anything and everything.

"It's-" Chiara sighed softly and took a seat behind Ethan's desk, an indication that there was a story behind her decision. "It's a family tradition. My dad was a lot like you in this matter, actually. He didn't see a point in celebrating February 14. But my mom loved celebrating anything, be it February 14 or 18, she didn't care. She just wanted to celebrate."

Chiara laughed at the memory and crossed her arms at her chest before explaining further.

"And so my dad said we wouldn't celebrate February 14 but rather March 14. Because March 14 is Pi Day."

"Pie day? Like what, apple pie day?" Ethan raised an eyebrow, not sure why Dorian found celebrating a cake more appealing than celebrating love.

"No, like Pi, the constant. 3.14, a number that is infinite. Archimedes' constant if you must. The Greek symbol π."

Ethan nodded, yes of course I know, and Chiara nodded too, satisfied with his mathematical knowledge and continued.

"As a man who talked about math and science for living, dad found it hilarious. Mom was just happy we celebrated something. And so dad would always come home from work on that day, the best apple pie in whole San Francisco in his hand and it would be our dinner. As a gift, all of us have gotten a terrible, nerdy Pi joke from him."

Laughing softly to herself, she cleared her throat and imitated her dad's voice: "'You know why you should never talk to π at the party? Because he'll go on forever.' or 'What's the animal symbol for today? A π-thon!' He would laugh at his own terrible jokes so hard he'd cry."

Her own smile faltered around the edges as she finished and Ethan took her small, soft hand into his much bigger and much more rough one, drawing soothing circles on her knuckles.

"We don't really celebrate it anymore. We just exchange a Happy Pi Day message with mom and Alicia but that's it. I don't think I've had a pie in these last 7 years."

She smiled at him again, although this smile was far from the one she wore only minutes ago, a strained, sad mask rather than actual joy on her face.

Ethan leaned over his desk to put a lingering kiss on her forehead and he knew he had exactly one month to find the best apple pie in Boston.

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I am sorry this is not even romantic or anything, I just wanted to laugh at something and nerdy jokes are my thing and somehow this drabble happened.

Biggest thank you to everyone who showed me any kind of support or love or kindness yesterday, it meant more to me than I can possibly express.