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novas-corner · 2 months ago

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Gang I saw someone make a post about being isekaid (???) into LaDS and I think it would be really funny to write my own version (heavy inspiration taken from them but I saw this months ago and cannot remember who they are, if it was you homie you cool asf.)

Um anyway, I think it’s funny so here is basically just… me??? But written as something anyone can read. Being isekai’d (?????) into LaDS (I’m only there to collect cards and stare at pretty men, I genuinely know little to nothing about their lore, this will be painful to read if you’re deep into their lore😍)

This has been read once over, just to make sure I didn’t add my own name in anywhere, but that’s about it

I DIDNT ASSIGN COLOURS TO THEM AND IM ON MY PHONE SO ITS LIMITED (oh yeah hi this is me weeks later writing more of this, you wouldn’t know that though, this all came out at once) ANYWAYS COLOURS ARE HERE.

Xavier. Zayne. Rafayel. Sylus. Caleb.

PART 2 IS HERE 🤩

Ok anyways back to whatever this mess is 🤩

Oh fuck! An isekai!!

One day you’d be just playing your silly little gacha game, staring at the screen as you debate if you wanna swipe the card or not. You decide ‘the gods will give me a sign if I should or not’ knowing damn well you probably will anyways (This if for my gambling addicted freaks… you spend too much money on pixels, put the card dOWN)

You decide to sleep on it instead of spending the twelve dollars left in your account on a few pixels. The decision will be slept on and if you roll over in your sleep an accidentally send yourself into debt… oopsies!!! Y’know? God forbid someone have their hobbies!

What you did not expect however was waking up on solid ground in someone’s house… did you drink before going to bed and forget..? Whose house is this???? Why does it look so… familiar? You swear you’ve seen this place before, maybe you met an old friend and passed out on their floor? But you swear you didn’t go out last night, so how in the hell…

While you’re sitting on the floor pondering what in the hell is going on a knock at the door snaps you out of this trace of yours.

You pause.

More knocking.

Well fuck… someone should answer that… and you seem to be the only person home.

You reluctantly pull yourself off the floor and over to the door, the person knocks again as you open the door. He’s mid knock and you recognize this very familiar face.

“XAVIER..?”

You can’t help the shocked call of his name that tumbles out of your mouth, you’re staring at him wide eyed and he’s just looking at you confused.

“…yes? We had a date for today, did you sleep in again?”

He’d say with a small chuckle, letting himself in and ruffling your hair.

“You look a mess, not in a bad way though!”

He says backtracking his words slightly. You’re still stood at the door slack-jawed when you notice a mirror and move over to it… damn you really do look a mess.

But not just that, you look eerily like your character from LaDS… oh dear.

“I WAS ISEKAID?????”

You’re freaking out a bit right now, you never play the game for the story, you don’t know their personalities, they’re going to act so much different than you’d expect and you won’t be able to stop it.

You pause, thinking for a moment. Ain’t they all in different timelines or something..? FUCK YOU GOT THE XAVIER ONE. Whatever he’s still cute as all hell and a FREAK so you could get used to it. (I’m a Caleb person, so sue me, this is me if I was isekaid not you)

He’s standing behind you now, confused.

“Did I do something wrong? Are you okay?”

You don’t know how to answer, lucky for you, you don’t need to due to another goddamn knock at your door.

“Oh did you plan something with Tara at the same time again..? We can go out later if you need”

He’s smiling as he opens the door, sweet as sugar he is. His smile however, fades pretty quickly seeing another man at your door.

Your face drops, you feel faint, why you??? Give the isekai to someone else!!

It’s Zayne!!! Yaaaaayyy…

Alright well you could maybe talk your way out of this… or well… you thought you could. One by one more of them show up until five men are surrounding you as you sit on the couch, head in your hands as you try and figure this mess out.

Rafayel and sylus are doing most of the talking, arguing with each other about who’s dating who and whatnot.

Eventually you get sick of the lot of them, standing up and shouting at them to shUT THE FUCKUP-

“Okay please for the love of gods just shut up! Gods!! Your bickering is driving me insane I’m just trying to think!!”

“Think about what, the fact you’ve been cheating on all of us?”

Your head snaps to Rafayel.

“Listen to me and listen good mister man. I ain’t the me you know, I hardly know all of y’all in general!! Is an isekai a thing here?? Do y’all know what that is?”

The five are clearly confused, you don’t let them speak.

“Well it’s what happened to me, I’ve been brought from a different reality into whatever the hell this one is, and somehow I wasn’t put in the main story but eACH OF THE DIFFERENT TIMELINES.”

You’re frustrated, flopping back down on the couch with your head in your hands.

“I don’t know how I got here I just know I’m not supposed to be here. None of this is right and I don’t know how to fix it.”

Sylus smacks Rafayel on the back of the head and tells him to apologize, which he walks over to your side and places a hand on your shoulder and looks at you with gentle eyes.

“Hey… I’m sorry…”

This does not however stop (man I gotta assign personalities to all these mfs hold on I’m googling it… okay I’m back five minutes later, I’ve got it kinda right for the OG three, luckily the only two I’ve paid any attention to are Sylus and Caleb 😭‼️) Xavier from looking at you confused.

“So we’re all… from a video game..?”

Euuuhhggh… maybe you shouldn’t have let that slip… gods now you’re gonna deal with a mid-life crisis from these idiots-

“So you would know… things about us we haven’t told you then… right?”

You’re confused but nod.

“I mean yeah kinda? My issue here is that I don’t… play the story that much, I’m bad at focusing on something for a while”

“Oh? Interesting sweetie… what are we like then?”

An excuse to yap about the game??? SAY LESS.

“Well… hmmm… Sylus you’re a mafia boss troupe I guess, mean, cold, scary, tough… I’m running out of words here… regardless, you’re like an angry kitten, which is ironic since that what you call ME. When we meet you’re so mean, you try and kill me kinda, whatever… and then in the alternate universe where we date you’re literally the sweetest ever??? It’s kinda confusing. ALSO. YOU HAVE SUCH A BACKSTORY WITH US??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE A DRAGON WHO SAVED US AND THEN WE KILLED YOU AND FATED YOU TO SEARCH FOR US FOREVER??? THATS SO DEPRESSING??? Ooooh sorry I ramble a bit sometimes.”

You add that last part in with a small laugh, he’s staring at you absolutely dumbfounded.

“Oh right I guess your version of me didn’t know that… oops??”

You look around the room, asking if anyone else wants to hear your opinions on their story, they all do (I just want to write it, I find it funny) so you turn to Caleb, who is your personal favorite (but you won’t say that out loud, it could end in a death.)

“You’re like my adopted brother, which is a bit weird when you think too hard about it but whatever you’re hot so I can look past it. You’re colonel of the fleet or something, you were only recently added to the game and unfortunately I didn’t get your extra story because I’m a broke bitch who will not pay for it. OH ALSO YOU TRICKED US INTO THINKING YOU DIED???? I WAS SO INVESTED IN THE STORY AT ONE POUNT AND WAS ENTIRELY SHOCKED THAT THE HOUSE BLEW UP WITH YOU INSIDE IT.”

He just chuckles and ruffles your hair. You push his hand away with a small glare and fix said hair (so sorry to anyone that’s not got hair reading this, just pretend for the sake of it being me and not you 🤩) now looking to Rafayel.

“You mister, you’re a pain in the butt. You’re annoying, you talk back, AND I THINK YOU KILLED ME IN A PAST LIFE??? I don’t know, mister mermaid boy and whatever else. You’re fun though I guess, and usually really funny, also impatient as all hell… which is ironic since I’m pretty sure we act the exact same. Or well- you act like how I act, not the MC, but ME.”

“Well that’s something”

“Yeah yeah whatever… Zayne you’re like… a cutie patootie who can do no wrong in my eyes. You’re my doctor but also my childhood friend, free healthcare for LIIIFE. You’ve probably managed to die like twice??? I’ll be so real I have not paid much attention to your lore, you’re just super sweet and rather quiet… which is probably why you have not spoken yet…”

He just nods, not really paying much attention… jackass…

“And Xavier!!! You’re mysterious as fuck, my guy I’ve played this game for months now and I still do not understand anything about you. You show up out of nowhere as my mysterious work partner and then in all of our alternate universe stuff you’re sleepy as heck and a FREAK. OH MY GODS YOURE SO FREAKY. I EXPECTED SYLUS TO BE THE SLUT BUT NO, SIR YOU’RE INSANE.”

He shrugs

“I know what I want”

“Right well anyways, now that introductions are out of the way… what’s uh… what’s the plan here?”

You’re looking around at the group, who are mostly still not over the things they have learned they’re video game characters.

“Well… we had a date planned… so I vote everyone else leaves and we go on said date”

Which okay fair enough, but here comes the loud ones again arguing against it. You groan, moving over to Zayne, who has literally been silent this whole time, he’s like the calm amidst the storm for you right now.

“I’m glad you’re at least chill about all this… pun not intended”

He laughs a bit at your words, patting you on the head.

“Well you don’t know what’s going on and if what you’re saying is to be believed, you had a life outside this. I’m sure us fighting like this is only adding to your stress.”

“Sir I could marry you right now, why are you such a sweetie??”

You blurt out like an idiot. He just chuckles again, wrapping an arm around you. He’s surprisingly warm for his evol being y’know… ICE??

You both just kinda watch the rest of them (mostly raf let’s be real) bicker, looking back up at him.

“Should I step in befor- SYLUS DO NOT KILL RAFAYEL-“

That mf got FED UP with that fish, and unfortunately fish are prey to birds. Sylus was about to use his evol on Rafayel and Rafayel was about to retaliate. The two look over to you as you shout at Sylus.

“As sweet as it is that you’re still willing to fight over me knowing I’m not the person you’ve grown to care for or whatever, I ain’t letting you kill each other. I’m very bad around blood, I will puke and never forgive you.”

You say with a glare, walking over to the two. Rafayel hold hind hands up in surrender. Sylus just shrugs, Xavier and Caleb didn’t attack but Caleb definitely seemed ready to.

“For now until we figure out how to get me back to my universe… can we all just… chill?”

You feel yourself being lifted off the ground, a noise of surprise (it can be as loud as Tom from Tom and Jerry, or a cute kawaii lil noise, idc make it up, have some whimsy) comes out of your mouth as you find dAMN CALEB WITH HIS FLOATY POWERS-

He just hugs you, fall in back onto the couch.

“Yeah we can make that work pipsqueak, let’s all just relax m’kay?”

He’s patting your head all sweet while giving the others a shit eating grin, they want to fight but remember you literally JUST told them not to, and so they reluctantly gather on the couch with the two of you.

“Well… not how I expected my night to go.”

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HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA SO SORRY THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE FOR NO REASON. ITS SO SILLY??? Also this was almost purely just a me yapping to myself one day and then I went “lol what if I wrote this down?”

Anyways I might make separate one shots of like dates with each boy separate or together. We’ll see if I want to or if people want me to. Idk, I just got here man 🤩

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kettleinusefornow · 3 months ago

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Rough ride..MDNI

CHAPTER 9: Split moment

Sae Itoshi X Reader fic

Contains breakup and miscommunication

Revenge sex

Iceskater!reader

eventual happy ending </3

teenage love

ALOT of angst

CHP1 CHP10 CHP LIST

CHAPTER 9: Split moment

Koyuki bought some popcorn from one of the sellers walking around. Excited chatters filled in the space as time went by. The lights were dimmed slightly as the sport commentators started speaking to the audience.

“Papa! I heard Itoshi Sae is playing! I’m so excited to see him!”

Koyuki frowned at the statement made by the little boy behind them.

“He doesn’t know what that bastard is like!”

“It’s okay Yuki, even though he has a shitty personality, we can’t ignore the fact that he is an amazing football player.”

Koyuki huffed, she couldn’t retaliate Y/N’s statement.

“Everyone take out your phone cameras! The players are making their entrance!”

The two lines started walking out, the crowd immediately cheering and screaming as the two teams made their entrance, flashes going off at every corner, picking up almost all of their moments. There he was, Sae Itoshi.

It was only a second but his eyes seemed to be in pure shock before looking away. Y/N thought she was over him but she too, looked away.

She looked over at Rin who was already looking at her, she made a small gesture of good luck as he scoffed, turning away.

‘This is gonna be a long game..’

The first half started, the ball picking up speed as the people in blue passed it around. They seemed to have successfully passed to the front before Aiku suddenly appeared, jumping into the air like a monkey and stealing the ball while making some comments to the blue haired guy, as the ball fell out of bounds.

‘Hm. Aiku does live up to his name..’

Y/N glanced at Koyuki who had her eyes on both the ball and Sendou at the same time, impressive to say the least.

The ball had seemed to be passed to Sae now, he ran across the field, past the others and Chigiri before passing to someone else. It was in a flash, he had the ball once again, shooting a goal from the corner into the goal post.

‘How am I supposed to get over that?!..’

Rin seemed to copy what Sae did but unsurprisingly, he couldn't recreate it.

Y/N sighed as she continued to watch the game with a silent voice. Her and Sae were one topic but RIn and Sae? They had a whole thing on their own.

Truth be told, the two faces were a sight for sore eyes.. Face cards out of the world. Even when they encountered each other it seemed almost funny to Y/N about how they looked so similar yet they were so different.

The game moved on. Even though Y/N didn’t want to, her eyes kept following the pink hair that seemed to run around and throw some harsh encouragement at his teammates. Koyuki noticed Y/N’s lingering gaze on him, but she decided not to speak up.

The first half seemed to come to halt, the two teams started to regroup before they headed to their spawnpoint (?). Koyuki and her mother started to shout out Chigiri’s name but his teammates seemed to gawk at him about something after seeing Koyuki. Y/N didn’t miss the opportunity to gawk to Rin too.

“Rinrin! Over here!”

Y/N called out while standing beside Koyuki. That definitely seemed to grab his attention. He looked up but instead of his usual scoff, paired along with ‘lukewarm’ comment, he seemed to not say anything and waved back. Y/N suddenly turned into a bird, freaking out over this.

———

“Rin! Who's that pretty girl up there?! Is she your girlfriend?!” Bachira asked, while trailing behind him along with Isagi. Otoya seemed to also eavesdrop on their conversation about Y/N.

“Tch, she’s.. My sister.” He coughed out with some difficulty.

“Your sister? Yall look nothing alike-”

“Yo! Y/N-chan!”

Aiku’s loud voice broke through their conversation, catching Y/N’s attention along with a few bystanders on the field. Y/N slightly froze up before reluctantly waving back with a stiff smile. Rin had an extremely puzzled look on his usually stoic face. He looked back to Aiku and back at Y/N.

He wasn’t the only one with a puzzled look though. The people around Rin were even more confused. ‘Who is this girl that's apparently Rin’s sister and knows the U-20 captain..’

Sae saw this whole ordeal take place. His face turned from an annoyed expression to a face exploding with questions and speculations. He slowly turned to Aiku.

“How do you know her?”

AIku wanted to laugh out loud right then and there and rub it in his face that he slept with his ex-girlfriend but he couldn’t, not before the game ended.

“Oh Y/N-chan? Me and her are real close, closer than friends”

Sae didn’t question anything more. He silently walked back with a blank expression, as if nothing happened. Aiku was slightly sad that it didn’t grow into a bigger discussion.

———

Koyuki seemed to be beaming from one ear to the other while looking at Y/N.

“The plan’s working.”

Y/N took a scared glance at Koyuki before sighing and sitting back down.

“Your plan, not mine.”

———

Looking at Y/N and Sae in one place, made Rin remember an old memory. Him and Sae were on a ledge eating some ice cream, Y/N seemed to have tuition that evening so she wasn’t with them.

“Rin, I was thinking about what you think about Y/N.”

They two looked into the sunset eating popsicles. The weather was both cold and warm, a relaxed feeling was upon them.

“I mean.. She’s cool, a bit loud but tolerable.. What about you? What do you think about her?”

Rin already had a jist of what Sae was going to say but he still asked him.

“Is it cringe if I say I’m going to marry her in the future?”

Rin stared at Sae with a disgusted face.

“Yes, never say that again, Y/N would explode if she heard you say that..”

———

The second half took off, a new face was on the grass now, he seemed a bit freaky, jumping around and jumping on Sae at times. Y/N didn’t really like him but she couldn’t point out why.

The vigorous match had to come to a halt, bluelock took the win, but Rin didn’t seem all that happy.

Y/N and Koyuki cheered for both the teams before sharing their thoughts about the match to each other. They headed down to interview section.

U-20, being the international team, seemed to have a small interview after the match with a news outlet. They started to ask the players all kinds of questions. From how the match was to what their type was in a girl.

The news reporter turned to Sae, starry eyes.

“So Itoshi Sae. Is it true that you and top model Yasumi are dating?!”

‘Huh?..’

ERMM I HOPE THIS GETS ENOUGH ATTENTION.. CHPTER 10 ONWARDS ABT TO BE KINDA CRAZY..

©kettleinuse4now | please do not translate, repost, refer without permission | don’t steal and say it’s your own (ahole behavior)

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amazingmsme · 8 months ago

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Easy Target

AN: sorry I haven’t posted for a few days, I’ve been busy with Halloween activities! But I’ve had this fic ready to go for a while, so here it is! It’s technically a sequel to Appetite for Trouble & makes more sense if you’ve read that one first, but it can also stand on its own. Asterios is my baby & he’s so much fun to write! Definitely lmk if y’all wanna see more of him or Leander! Hope y’all enjoy day 27, we’re closing in on the last few days!

& yes I DO ship my oc with Elpenor, what of it?

Asterios honestly wasn't sure what to expect after the crew's attack. He supposed he was expecting for them to mock him relentlessly, to strike at any given opportunity. After all, it's what he probably would've done.

Instead, the lighthearted teasing and jokes made at his expense were kept to a minimum. The Gods must be looking out for him.

What was perhaps even more surprising, was the fact that no one had tried anything since then. They would still tussle amongst themselves, and he was, for the most part, ignored. Although, if asked if he wanted to join in on someone else's torture, he wasn't so inclined to say no. Especially if offered a chance for revenge. But other than that, they let him be.

Not that he was complaining! Don't you fucking dare let that thought enter your head. He was just... confused is all. Confused and fairly paranoid, not jealous, thank you very much. They had seemingly had so much fun tearing his sanity to shreds with nothing but their bare hands, it was sure to happen again. They had certainly made him think it would. Yet, the most anyone ever did was a poke to his ribs here, a squeeze to his sides there. Just to make him jump with an embarrassing yelp.

He was grateful they hadn't tried anything else, he told himself. It was childish, overwhelming, stupid, and... kinda fun. But he was above it. And yet, when he hears frantic laughter echoing across the ship, he can't help but smile.

Leander was the only one who didn't seem to let it go. His roommate has since decided that the best way to wake him up is to body slam his sleeping form, and tickle him until he was fully conscious. Thank the Gods he had his pillow to muffle the sound.

He didn't stop there. He also liked to sneak up behind Asterios whenever he was busy and tickle wherever he could reach. So really, who else would be scratching behind his wings?

He scrunched his neck as a smile broke out across his face and the wing twitched away from the touch.

"What?" he asked, not bothering to turn around.

The hand returned, causing the feathers to bristle and his wing slapped the hand away. "Damnit what do you want?" he snapped, spinning around to confront his friend. The playful annoyance was replaced with shock as the color drained from his face.

"You're not Leander."

Elpenor's smile only grew as he looked the demigod in the eye. "No, I'm not."

Asterios felt his whole body go tense, and he was leaning as far against the rail as he could. "So... can I help you?"

"Yeah, I was just curious," Elpenor explained, taking a step forward. Asterios arched a skeptical brow.

"About?"

Elpenor flashed a dangerous grin and lunged forward, grabbing his wings and stretching them out on either side of his head. "Just how ticklish are these things?" he asked, feigning innocence. Asterios shrieked and instinctively flailed away- backwards.

He felt himself start to tip over the railing and he was screaming for an entirely different reason. A hand grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward until he found his footing. All while laughing in his face.

Typical.

Asterios shoved him away angrily, "What the hell Elpenor, you tryna kill me?"

"I didn't know you'd freak out like that! I barely even touched them!" he cheered, already trying to grab them again, only for Asterios to smack him away.

"Try it again and see what happens," he growled threateningly.

"Okay!" Elpenor chirped, immediately reaching for his wings once more. Asterios panicked and stumbled back, snatching his wrist in the air. Elpenor's other hand swiped at the other side, and he caught that one too.

"Wha- don't actually try it again! Don't you know anything?"

"I know your wings are like, crazy ticklish," he goaded. Asterios balked, unable to find the words as a blush quickly spread across his face.

"I'd shut up if I were you," he threatened.

"Yeah, well, you're not, sooo-" Elpenor trailed off as he twisted his hands free. Asterios didn't have time to react before he felt blunt nails scratching beneath downy feathers.

His eyes flew wide open, and he stumbled over his own two feet as he tried to escape. He doubled over, gripping the railing for support as he did his best to prevent any unwanted laughter from escaping. He clamped his mouth shut, lips trembling as the urge to smile continued to grow, but helpless giggles forced their way out when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. He shook his head frantically, wings twitching, but Elpenor was nothing if not persistent.

"Ehehehelpenor, I'm seheherious!" he squealed, shaking his head back and forth while his wings flapped uselessly.

"Really? You don't sound like it," he taunted as his other hand joined the fray. Asterios shrieked when the other side was attacked, a bright blush spreading across his cheeks. Breathless snickers forced their way past his lips, and he was faced with a dreadful choice: either fight him off and probably lose, or focus his efforts on keeping those humiliating sounds inside his chest. He clamped a hand over his mouth, biting down on his palm as hard as he could to prevent anymore noises from escaping.

"Booooo," Elpenor complained when bright laughter became muffled. "You know I already heard you laugh, so what's the point in trying to hide it? I mean, you really aren't fooling anyone," he taunted, earning a frustrated growl that dissolved into choked off giggles.

Fuck this, fuck him, he needs to leave NOW.

"What? But we just got started!"

And FUCK this stupid bullshit power of his.

Asterios managed to slip free and made a break for it, shoving anyone and anything out of his way. He didn't even know where he was going, he just knew he had to stay away from Elpenor for as long as possible. As he ran, his feet began moving faster and faster, and the distance between them grew. If he could just make it below deck, he could figure it out from there.

He was halfway down the stairs, looking back over his shoulder to make sure he was still in the clear, when Polites cried out, "Whoa, whoa, stop!"

He came to a grinding halt, stopping just short of running into Polites and Odysseus. "Move!" he yelled, but neither so much as budged.

Asterios looked uncharacteristically giddy; wide eyed with a nervous smirk, cheeks flushed a faint pink, and his hair was falling out of a loose bun. The pair shared a knowing look, and Odysseus crossed his arms, casually blocking the stairway.

"Where're you off to in such a hurry?" Odysseus asked, sporting a smug smile. Asterios rolled his eyes and tried to shove past them, but Odysseus stood his ground, his shit eating grin growing wider.

"I don't know, just move!"

"Why? What's the rush?" Polites caught on quickly, blocking the way when Asterios tried to squeeze past them.

"He's right behind me!" he yelled, desperately trying to push them aside as he looked behind him anxiously.

"Who?" they asked in unison, and Asterios swore they were just doing it to waste time.

"Oh good, you caught him!" Elpenor called out from the top of the stairs. Fuck.

"Elpenor! I should've known it was you," Odysseus mused aloud. "So what'd he do this time?"

Asterios scoffed and shoved at his chest, "Nothing, asshole!"

Elpenor chuckled as he walked down the stairs slowly, "He's right, I just couldn't help myself."

"Well in that case, have fun!" Polites laughed, clapping Asterios on the back. He brushed his hand off harshly, absolutely seething.

"What the hell did I ever do to you?" he hissed through clenched teeth. Polites merely shrugged, "What? You could use a laugh."

Asterios scoffed, looking between the three of them. "Captain, you're just gonna let this happen?" he asked incredulously, fending off Elpenor with one hand while he tried to force his way behind the pair.

Odysseus thought it over for a moment. "I don't know. You're on your break right now, right?"

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"If you weren't busy, I don't see what the problem is."

"How can you not see the fucking problem?" he spat angrily. Odysseus arched a brow at the feisty tone, and just like that, his fate was sealed.

"Is that how you speak to your captain?" he asked.

"You're way too moody, we're practically doing you a favor." Polites decided, flashing a teasing smile.

"Like hell you are!" Asterios scoffed, lunging at them.

"Oh lighten up," Odysseus rolled his eyes and pushed him away, straight into Elpenor's clutches. He hooked his arms beneath the demigod's and started dragging him back up the stairs.

"Bastards, all of you! I won't forget this!" he screamed, kicking out and fighting every step of the way.

"Oh, and Elpenor? While you're at it, make sure you fix his attitude. Don't stop until he stops cussing," the captain ordered, shooting them both a wink.

"What the fuck? That's not fair!"

"With pleasure!" he adjusted his grip and saluted, carrying Asterios up the rest of the way. Before he could make another run for it, Elpenor kicked his legs out from under him, catching him just before he hit the ground.

Odysseus and Polites squeezed past as they finally made their way to the upper deck. He called out one last time, his last chance for salvation. Because if Polites didn't feel sorry for him, no one would.

"Plehease, he's gonna kihihill me!" Asterios couldn't believe he had resorted to begging, but desperate times and all that.

"Don't worry, it'll only feel like you're dying!" Polites assured, laughing at the look that came over his face. Odysseus was laughing too as he threw an arm around his shoulders, shaking his head fondly.

"That was mean, even for him," the captain praised, reaching up to ruffle his friend's hair before they rounded the corner and Asterios lost sight of them.

Even for him? What the fuck, he wasn't THAT bad... Was he? No, he didn't fucking deserve this. He was still glaring over his shoulder when Elpenor thumped his forehead to get attention.

"Hey, I'm right here!"

Asterios redirected his burning glare to the proper target. "How could I forget?" he deadpanned, trying to keep his racing heart in check. Elpenor had sought him out, had chased him down just because he was bored, and now, his head was resting in his lap. Oh, how he'd dreamed for something like this to happen...

Under different circumstances!

"Well then, let me remind you," Elpenor taunted, reaching behind his wings to scratch at the base. Asterios burst into bright, bubbly giggles as he squirmed around in his lap, unable to reach Elpenor's hands from the way he had his arms held back. He could barely even reach his face to hide behind his hands or muffle his laughter. He was left with nowhere to hide, and the only view he had to look at was Elpenor's beautiful grinning face staring down at him. It didn't help that he kept taunting him and telling him how cute he was.

He was many things, but cute sure as hell wasn't one of 'em.

Elpenor gasped loudly, and Asterios flinched at the sudden noise, looking around to see what caused it. He saw nothing.

"What-"

"Take that back!"

Asterios furrowed his brows in confusion as he took the opportunity to catch his breath.

"I didn't say anything, dumbass."

"Hey, remember what the captain said!" he warned playfully. Asterios rolled his eyes, yelping when he gently pinched his wings. He bit down on his lip, squeezing his eyes shut as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Elpenor began rubbing the velvety soft wings in between his fingers, and Asterios broke out in helpless shrieks and squeals.

"So if you're not cute, what are you?" he asked, cocking his head as he stared down at him. He wore a proud grin as he watched a dark blush spread across the demigod’s cheeks.

"NOTHING!" Asterios growled in frustration, snorting when he hit a bad spot near the edge of his wings.

"Really? Wow Asterios, I knew your self esteem was low, but give yourself some credit!" Elpenor teased, chuckling along at his own stupid joke.

"Oho put ahaha sock in ihit!"

"Why don't you? You're the one who won't shut up," he mocked, kneading at the base and sending him into shrill hysterics.

"Thehehen LET mehe shut up!" he whined, shaking his head back and forth. Elpenor readjusted his grip so that he couldn't even do that. "Ohoho COME OOOON!" he yelled in frustration.

Elpenor seemed to think it over before answering, "Hmm... I don't know, maybe if you admit how cute you are, I'll stop." Maybe- is he trying to trick him? Does he think he's stupid or something?

"No way, are you out of your damn mind?"

"Again with the swearing? Guess you just want to be tickled all day," he taunted smugly. Asterios tensed up, a hot blush spreading across his face.

"Shut the hell up right now if you know what's good for you!" he growled, reaching up to slap weakly and tug his hair. Anything to try and escape. Elpenor laughed as he easily brushed him off.

"No no, I get it! There are worse ways to get out of work!"

"I wasn't! You just attacked me for no reason!"

"Do I really need a reason?" Elpenor asked, grinning down at him. Asterios felt his own lips tug into a shy, giddy smile and he immediately looked away.

"Yes!" he insisted.

"Maybe I tickled you because you're always so grumpy. Ever think of that?"

"Why would I think of that," he snarked before he thought better of it. He wasn't about to admit to the fact that he had indeed given it some thought.

"I don't know, you tell me," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Asterios blushed, and his wings instinctively tugged against their hold in an attempt to hide his face. They could barely twitch.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You're a real piece of fuckin' work, you know that?"

"And you're a ticklish asshole who keeps asking for it," Elpenor said matter of factly. That sure got his attention.

"I am not!" he denied, feeling the heat in his cheeks burn hotter.

"Really? Could've fooled me," he taunted with a smug grin.

"What do you want from me?" he whined, allowing himself to go completely limp in his hold.

This is useless, and silly, and... the most fun he's had since the last time Leander did this to him.

"I just wanna hear you laugh for once, is that a crime?" Elpenor asked, and he sounded surprisingly sincere. It sent a warm, hopeful flutter through his chest that he had to smother. He needed to deflect.

Asterios threw his head back and let out a loud, hearty, obviously fake laugh. "HA HA HA! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?" he yelled in his face, his words practically dripping with sarcasm.

"Overjoyed," Elpenor practically purred, grabbing his wings and folding them gently so that the tips of the feathers stroked over his ears and neck. He squeaked and shut his eyes tight, his breath coming out in short bursts through his nose as he did everything he could not to laugh. It wasn't really working.

He doesn't mean it, he's just fucking with you, don't get your hopes up. He's just teasing, he's not actually having that much fun-

"Oh I'm having a blast," Elpenor taunted, smirking at the horrified look that washed over him.

Asterios stared up at him in shock, lurching forward to escape, only to remain trapped in Elpenor's arms. Not... the worst place to be trapped, if he were being honest.

"Gehehet out of my head!" he growled through helpless giggles as his own fucking feathers reduced him to nothing but breathless laughter and embarrassing snorts.

"Dude, you're the one projecting your thoughts in my head," he pointed out, barely holding back his own laughter.

"Ihihi can't hehehelp it!"

"Awww I know, isn't it great?"

Asterios didn't even want to know what shade of red he was. "Nohoho!" How he managed to sound sarcastic even now, Elpenor would never know.

"But it's the only time you're really honest with us!"

"It ihihis not!" he adamantly denied.

"Eh, agree to disagree," he shrugged, dragging the wings along his neck. Asterios squealed and shook his head back and forth, his laughter taking on a desperate pitch. His nose was scrunched adorably and his mouth hung open in a wide smile as shrill giggles and squeals continued to erupt from him. His rarely seen dimples were on full display across his rosy cheeks. It was a priceless sight to behold.

Elpenor couldn't help himself. "You know, my offer still stands. I can let you go if you just admit how downright precious you are!" he cooed in the most patronizing tone Asterios has ever heard. To make matters worse, he hugged him closer to his chest so he could nuzzle against his neck.

"Nohoho, plehehease!" Asterios couldn't even think straight; every nerve in his body set on fire while his heart felt like it skipped a hundred beats. He thrashed as much as he could, his shrieking cackles interrupted by the occasional snort.

"Alright, how 'bout you just tell me where you're most ticklish instead?" Asterios gawked at him and fervently shook his head.

"I think I'd rather die!"

"Wow, that's a bit much, even for you."

"Ehehelpenor, plehease! Just lehehet me gooo!"

"Pick your poison, tough guy," he taunted directly in his ear, sending goosebumps racing across his skin. At least now he could hide behind his wings, but that offered little solace as Elpenor rubbed what little scruff he had against his neck. In the past, Asterios had mocked him for not being able to grow a full beard, but it was just enough to be pure torture.

"Just kihihill mehe alreaDYYYY!" he broke off into a giggly shriek, flailing helplessly.

"Fine, have it your way. Death by tickles it is. Not a very heroic way to go, if you ask me," he mused smugly.

Gods save him, this is downright cruel! Fucking fine! Let the bastard win, his sanity is worth more than his shattered dignity at this point.

"Ohohokahahay, you wihihin!" he caved, and Elpenor pulled away with a smug grin. Asterios gasped for breath in between residual giggles, eyes closed and still smiling.

"I believe there's something you wanted to say?" he prompted.

His lips twitched into a forced scowl, "Yeah, you're a dick." Elpenor gasped at the insult and went back to scribbling at the base of his wings, causing him to crumble immediately.

"Okay okahay, I'm sorry!"

"That's what I thought." It took all the willpower he had not to mock him. When Asterios realized that he hadn't stopped staring at him, he let out a frustrated huff.

"By the Gods, alright already! I guess I'm… maybe, kinda, a little bit... cute," he said the word as if it left a bitter taste on his tongue. He felt like he needed to rinse his mouth out with sea water.

Elpenor arched a brow in amusement. "Is that the best you can do?"

"It's the best you're gonna get."

"Fair enough," he finally relented, letting Asterios go. He let himself go completely limp on the stairs, not bothering to move his head from Elpenor's lap.

"You better sleep with one eye open tonight," he threatened, but the wide grin on his face diminished the threat.

"Yeah yeah," he waved him off dismissively.

"I mean it!" he insisted when it seemed he wasn't being taken seriously.

"Sure you do," Elpenor nodded along. Asterios rolled his eyes and sat up straight, turning away from him with a huff. One last thing wouldn't hurt...

He leaned forward and blew against his wings, eliciting one last squeal from his friend. He whipped around to fix him with a glare, but it was blatantly obvious that he was holding back a shy, playful grin.

"Try that again and see what happens."

#tickletober #tickletober 2024 #nxbsmdkgnhk #my fucking boys #this one was so fun & sweet to write they make me so soft #asterios #elpenor #odysseus #polites #leander #epic original character #epic oc #epic #epic musical #epic fic #epic tickle fic #ticklish!asterios

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hurgablurg · 29 days ago

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everytime i see someone post about how TES elves should be prettier, or praising the dumbfuck gooner mods for "making elves better" or praising ESO for "making the elves look good", my blood pressure rises and I get the urge to strangle them across the confines of space and relativity.

elves, in a strictly mythological consideration, are freaks. bureaucratic monsters from the edges of our nightmares, unalike humans in that they are wholly apart from nature yet in control of it (rather than being of nature and controlling it), and living so long as to forget what it means to live, using unspeakable magics to twist humans into knots, to ruin lives, to fell kingdoms because it gets their cocks hard and their pussies wet and they are too vapid to know what masturbating is, let alone to find the clitoris.

they are warnings about going out too late, about accepting gifts from strangers, about not leaving a bowl of milk out (to attract cats to hunt the rodents eating your grain stock),

they are smug, giggling socialites and aristocrats who, if they were alive today, would incessantly post alpha-male doomer joker memes on facebook (put THAT in changeling the lost). they remind me greatly of that dragons dogma sphinx who in turn reminds me of all the 15 year old wannabe goth girls in high school who stopped taking their meds and thought they were harley quin

elves in the elder scrolls are much like that, but more easily punchable. things that are near-human, but are not. the sedentary siblings of creation to the wanderers of humanity. even the alien "beast" races are more sensible in their machinations than the mer.

the dunmer are ash-skinned, pupiless, red-eyed fire monsters with high cheekbones from an alien landscape of giant bugs and giants mushrooms - as a near-whole, they are whiny jackasses who decided to make their own casino on someone else's house and then bitched when the neighbors came to complain (with a robots and tongue-magic), then bitched some more when the lizards and cats they were keeping as slaves and cattle rose up and fought back, then bitched even harder when the big rock / gun pointed at their head held by one of their god kings "mysteriously" fell on their capital and triggered a hypervolcano that somehow didn't annihilate the surface of the planet (probably because the Daedric Prince of Destruction had been sent to their room) and they were forced to ask for help from snow perverts.

the altmer are jaundiced, yellow eyed solar-powered boomers who brag about and coast by on the achievements of their forebearers. their faces are narrow yet deep, like knives, with haughty eyes and pouty lips always either on the verge of calling you a slur or breaking down sobbing.

a large chunk of the altmer population want to eradicate all of life, all of existence and reduce it back down to ethereal non-sentient ghost-sludge because they've blackpilled themselves into thinking that being a stagnant puddle in a senseless vacuum is more appealing than the sweet fruits, wine, red meat, adrenaline, art, and joy that they were "tricked" into having.

the orsimer are chill

the bosmer are... well they bounce back and forth between silly little muppet gnomes and cannibalistic animal-eyed halfmen and are criminally done-by, with most entries making them generic Silvan-style Tolkien forest elves instead.

None of these elves should look like normal humans! And it's good that they shouldn't! They are weird and should BE weird!

And NO, before you say "well i think its interesting when alien cultures look like humans", PLEASE remember that between the soul-sword-nuking samurai-pirate racists, the dragon-screaming snow perverts, the bulldragonmoth-worshipping masochist colonizer-cultists, and the multitudinous variety of weird enclaves of humans living across the continent (reachmen, kothringi, rimmen, etc.) there are already WAY MORE "look like humans act like aliens" types than any other fantasy setting - the inbred french former-elf-sextoys ren faire enthusiasts are the closest thing to "normal" humans in the entire setting.

as for the weebs who think elves are supposed to look like hot people but with pointed ears, deedlit is not the fucking shadow on the cave wall. get over it or end up like peekaf.

#tes #the elder scrolls #dunmer #altmer #bosmer #orsimer #tes mer #elves #fantasy #generic fantasy

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preciouslittle-bhaalbabe · 6 months ago

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hey you don't have to reply / post this ask, it's more for you and i than anything.

i'm really tired of people coming at you for no reason. i've been following you a while now and i like your blorbos a lot. they inspire me to make my own blorbos and have fun authentically like you do instead of freaking out about how i'll be perceived™

for any buckos who want to send you complaints about "why do u make tavs like xyz" or the beloved "HOW could you DO THAT to ASTARION" (he has a sick ass coat on, the horror) or even "how dare you speak directly instead of dancing in circles and clapping for me so *i* don't have to face my own insecurities about if ppl like me enough" please consider fucking off :) literally leave bhaalbabe alone. i'm so not kidding this is an app. touch grass. go play baldurs gate. not everyone will love you and the great part is not everyone will deserve your love. sorry this really struck a mf nerve :/

anyway. you're GREAT bhaalbabe and i am frothing at the mouth over tomies return and the lizard kissers. thanks for never letting these folks get to you. it's actually really inspiring as a recovering agoraphobe / anthrophobe. i know you made this blog for YOU (and i fucking love that for you pop off my liege) but i appreciate how you, too, are dedicated to having a good time. have a great day!! happy holidays if u celebrate

This blog has become more than I ever expected it to be. Yes, I post for myself but I won't lie I get so happy when people share the same excitement and happiness for my characters that I do. There are so many users on here who's tavs I adore and I always like seeing them pop up on my dash. The fact that IM that for someone else??? Blows my mind. I think the biggest thing I keep in mind that I urge others to do as well is just be creative and have fun with stuff. If I'm honest I mod every single game I own if it's possible. I love adding my own twist to things. Of course it's never going to be everyone's fav but that doesn't matter.

I'm having fun and mostly everyone who interacts with my stuff is as well. Sure I got a couple hate watchers but let's be honest they probably just wanna kiss Tomie too :p

Anyways, this was an incredibly sweet read and I'm so happy my blog can be a space of enjoyment for you and anyone else who decides my silly little screenshots are cool enough to follow me for <3

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #asks #asks box

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leopardom · 1 month ago

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Gosh that (those?) anon really does not let you rest jesus 🙄

I'm seconding everything people are saying in the comments of that last ask, I definitely do not find it annoying. I love seeing your gifs and posts in the tag, just as I love seeing everyone else's! 🩷

I mean, you're obviously allowed to find certain things annoying but there's no need to make such a fuss about it and sent hate messages to people like??? Personally, there's some times when there's a lot of activity in the tag and, especially when it happens after quieter periods like rn, it can get a bit overwhelming, but I never think it's annoying? I just take a bit longer to reblog everything or just add stuff to my queue instead of posting right away, but that doesn't mean I find it annoying at all.

I really love this fandom because whenever there's new content you just know there's going to be people posting and talking about it, people making gifs and edits and fanart and fics, and I love seeing it, I love seeing people getting excited over content and I love seeing them get inspired to create something themselves.

I *will* reblog as many gifsets as I see, and I *will* reblog two almost-identical gifsets made by two different people, and I *will* be cheering and reblogging and screaming in the tags of people's gifs, no matter if they make one, two or twenty.

And I know that might not be everyone's case, and that's completely fine! But what is not fine is to go into someone's inbox throwing them hate and telling them what they should and shouldn't post in their own blog when you can just. use the freaking block button and never see them across your dash ever again if they really annoy you that much.

Sorry my asks always turn into a rant, and idrk how the whole blocking-anons thing works, but I genuinely do believe this has got to be the same person/couple of people that have for some reason decided to spend their time sending hate anon asks instead of getting an actual hobby.

So - no anon, you're definitely not speaking for everyone checking the Joker Out tag when you say any of that. In every fandom, there's always people who only want to lurk, people who only reblog, people who occasionally make posts of their own as well, and people who post actively, and ALL OF THEM are part of the fandom. That is all part of the fandom experience. And without all these amazing people who repost content here and create content of their own there wouldn't be any activity in the tag at all (I have a slight suspicion that this same anon would also complain when the tag is "dead" and barely anyone is posting...), so stop being an asshole, block anyone who you find annoying and live the fandom experience however you want to live it instead of complaining about it 24/7 and trying to kill people's enthusiasm and making them feel bad for doing something that they like.

It really is as simple as that :)

LOUDER!!!!

don’t even worry about your asks turning into rants because rants like this one are important not only for people like the anon but for me too (in means of grounding me and reminding me that this is the internet and not every person on earth hates me like i think they do)

hashtags contain so much random content exactly because people are free to post whatever they want whenever they want and tag it as they wish + some people indeed just lurk and reblog everything or reblog nothing - either of the two is fine! and the block button exists for a reason and @ anon from earlier please use it if i bother you so much

#ask

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giogio1998 · 1 year ago

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Fun facts about my art process:

Today I was making new JLI art and it got me thinking that I have the same ritual when it comes to drawing the JLI and some of them are very silly and fun so I wanted to share with you guys. Even if you don’t care, reading is important so just read the freaking post lol.

1- I hate drawing men !!! Seriously, drawing Martian and Batman is easy for me bc they have very easy features to draw like Batman’s mask and Martian’s nose. But every time I have to draw Ted, Booser and Guy it’s a struggle.

2- drawing Ted is the hardest, I think it’s bc I shipp Ted and Bea so I always try to draw Ted cuter than the other boys and that pressure makes it harder for me but drawing Ted is the bane of my existence.

3- idk why but Guy always ends up looking super hot. I swear it’s unintentional, but the man always looks so hot, sometimes I look at my drawings and I’m like “wtf Giovana why did u make him look so hot ? “

4- I like making Tora skin pinkish, mostly bc she has white hair so white hair and light skin would look very washed out but I like to think that her skin is like “ice burnt” (?). Idk if that’s a word, I’m Brazilian I’ve never felt cold in my life. All I know is sun burnt lol.

5- the opposite goes to Bea, I like to make her skin light bc, well she is in fact white Brazilian, but I like to make her hair color pop, that’s also why I give her black lipstick and eyebrows, it’s all about the hair.

6- Bea’s hair !!!! I always try to give her the best hair. I make it very voluminous, very wavy and very bright almost as if it’s on fire. I love her hair, also I’m trying to redeem her hair bc of the awful 80’s hair style that DC insists on giving her.

7- I listen to Hannah Montana while making my JLI arts … actually I love all the early 00s Disney channel music and I also listen to podcasts but I prefer listening to music while drawing.

8- if I don’t find a reference the drawing is not happening. Every artist struggles at something and my struggle is anatomy I can’t come up with poses, especially group poses so I’m always looking for references. Once I have my reference everything is fine but if I can’t visualize it I can’t draw it.

9- I love drawing booster’s suit, it’s just so shiny and easy to draw, Guy’s vest and Ted’s suit have too much detail so booster’s suit is just fun to draw.

10- I hate drawing booster’s hair tho I always think it looks stupid idk why I hate drawing short hair.

11- I love drawing skeets. I wish I would draw him more often tho. My reference for skeets is the justice league unlimited version.

12- speaking of references, when I draw Batman I almost always make his cape cover him completely bc I think he moves around like Dracula from hotel Transylvania LOL. Idk why but I treat him like the most unserious character ever.

13- I draw using photoshop, this isn’t a fun fact, that’s actually sad.

14- My laptop is an old Lenovo from 2017 and it crashes constantly. Usually I start and finish a drawing on the same day but sometimes my laptop decides otherwise.

15- my signature is my initials but one time someone commented that it’s looks like a “cursive B” and since then when I can’t get my signature just right I draw a cursive B instead and it works lol.

16- I always give Ted dimples, mainly bc dimples make him look even cuter but also bc I struggle with drawing men so I try to give them different characteristics to make them look unique.

17- I give every JLI member its own layer file while drawing and I always make it color coordinated. So Bea’s file is green, Ted’s is blue, Booster’s is yellow, etc.

18- I name all my layers and to keep my sanity I name them all with silly names like “bea’s million dollar hair”. “Boosters shiny ass suit”. “Tora’s blush she bought from MAC”.

19- I came up with Bea’s suit bc I always hated that she had normal looking clothes instead of a suit like everyone else so I came up with a new one and it was inspired by a pair of boots I saw on instagram once.

20- the JLI is my favorite thing to draw <3

That’s all I can come up with right now, hope this post encourages people to keep drawing bc most digital artists like to appear as if being good at drawing is a magical gift and they don’t struggle at anything. So this is my reality lol

Also the new JLI art will be coming out soon, stay tuned!!! Spoiler alert it’s a glee related post 🤫

#dc comics #fire #beatriz da costa #dc #justice league international #jli #ted kord #blue beetle #booster gold #tora olafsdotter #guy gardner #green lantern #batman #martian manhunter

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zeroducks-2 · 2 years ago

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Freedom of speech but not freedom from consequences. Anti-censorship but we still don’t want to platform bigots 🫤 Coming from a neutral party, I think you could learn a lot from listening to all perspectives to avoid echo chambers. Form your own opinion instead of following a crowd. My opinion? Hate the person, not the ship. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover, but that is what the book cover is made for. I think it’s healthier if you and everyone else stopped trying to be antagonistic? How are you supposed to spread positivity if you’re always on the verge of angry ranting?

Okay I'm going to try and answer for the sake of the people who might read this kind of bs in their inboxes and be affected negatively by it, and maybe even feel like they're being unfair towards the very bullies which spend their energies harassing and insulting (and sometimes also doxxing and suicide bating) us.

Let's break this down.

1. "freedom of speech but not freedom from consequences" I can't even talk about some dark themes in fiction or my own personal history of real life abuse without getting termed here. Erotic art can't be posted almost anywhere at this point, and not just the kind antis dislike. Freedom is a construct on social media because ultimately these spaces are owned by someone, and you'll be kicked out if they don't like you.

2 "we don't want to platform bigots" no, absolutely we don't. Historically, giving a platform to bigots and hatemongers fosters hate, violence and censorship. Also I have no power to platform or deplatform anyone, I'm just a guy on tumblr, so I don't even know what you're on about with this. If I had the power to decide, trust me that I would kick the terfs the fuck out of here anyways. And also the cowards who hide under the anon cover to send hate and threats.

3 "listen to perspectives and avoid echo chambers" I'm over 30 and I've been a kinkster for most of my life. I'm queer. Among other things, history and queer history are in my field of studies. I didn't form my opinion here, I came here with one already. I listened to all the perspectives you might think of also because I was here when the rise of censorship and puritanism happened, and by the way you know who got deplatformed? The kinkster and the artists, surely not the bigots. I don't think I've ever seen an instance of an anti being blocked or termed for harassment, whereas blogs get blocked every day for having NSFW content.

4 "form your own opinion instead of following a crowd" again, do you really think I existed as a blank slate before creating this blog?

5 "my opinion is(...)" You sound like a Christian preacher and it gives me the heebiejeebies.

6 "it's healthier if you stopped trying to be antagonistic" sweetheart, we are being bullied every day. If you're someone who creates erotic art of any kind you're subjected to a ton of harassment, and if you create something which could be considered problematic, you get death threats. Suibating. Insults lathered with misogyny, transphobia, queerphobia, you get treated like a freak of nature and threatened to have your livelihood taken away. Or threats of doxxing and of deplatforming. And you might very well get your blog shut down. I'm going to stop being antagonistic when I'll stop being antagonized, and if you think that said bullying is justified and I should just suck it up - and I say this in the most antagonistic way possible - fuck off. Not one single ship or one single fictional character is worth the harassment of another human being.

7 "how are you supposed to spread positivity of you're always on the verge of angry ranting" What makes you think I want to spread postivity? No like, honestly. What makes you think that my purpose with this blog is that. I'm here to talk about my blorbos, and if this makes someone happy then good for them. If the fact that I'm opinionated and passionate about things bothers you, no one is forcing you to stay.

Your whole thing is a mix of victim blaming and fake neutrality which is not welcome on my blog. Please block me and go on with your life, I'm not interested in your empty platitudes.

To anyone else who's reading this, don't ever feel guilty for defending yourself and for fighting back against oppressive measures. There is never a good reason for harassment, and if you were subjected to it, it's in your right to be angry. No matter what p r o b l e m a t i c ship you posted about.

#Anon hate #Long post #'hate the person not the ship' dude what the fuck #Dislike the ship and block the tag. Don't fucking hate anyone #Weirdo

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ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa · 1 year ago

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Alternative Chapters 3 & 4 of v3

Cute idea for how to promote a friend's AU: airing how I made them cry with my suggestions when they asked for ideas

Read Vespertin-y's Clockwise talent swap AU https://vespertin-y.tumblr.com/post/721299444787740672/clockwise-talentswap-lore-pt-1

Ves: ack. what do i dooooo for the ch3 motive i cant just use the necronomicon again can i

that depends, who do you want to act on a motive?

Sini: Kirumi or Gonta would probably make good chapter 3 culprits in my opinion

Ves: kirumi is the ch1 killer. gonta...oooh i haven't decided how to handle the survivor/adventurer thing with him yet. maybe survivor but it's for surviving the wilderness instead of dr??? ough i ought to get rid of himiko at some point for tenko angst purposes

Himiko could be the collateral second kill of ch3

Ves: yeah…maybe she just walked in on body hiding shenanigans? ohhhh tenko would be SO mad YOU KILL HER ALMOST-GIRLFRIEND AND NOT EVEN FOR A GOOD REASON THE AUDACITY

just what I had in mind

Sini: That cute moment between her and Gonta at the end of chapter 3? Yeah, forget that here

Ves: i think that i will let artist kiyo throttle anthropologist mugi with a garotte wire. as a treat. revenge for a past life i quite LIKE anthropologist mugi but what can ya do

Sini: Keep it to two victims and two culprits >: )

Ves: wouldn't gonta be SO fun as a survived killer though…hmm i am going to make all of kokichi's favorite people into murderers and bully him into not viewing the world so black and white

Sini: Your bestie is a murderer? Well, he’s still alive. What you gonna do about that? What do you think of that, huh?

Ves: your bestie is a murderer so is ur boyfriend HITS U WITH NUANCE STICK

okay, so Kiyo kills Tsumugi, perhaps frames Himiko like he tried to in canon, and Gonta accidentally kills her in a confrontation?

either early in the investigation, or Himiko first found the body and was seen running away by Gonta (aka Hyioko being the main suspect in ch2 of sdr2 type beat)

Gonta doesn't mean to hurt anyone, but. He's stronger than he thinks and Himiko was freaking out since to her, he might as well have been the killer, she hasn't seen anyone else out and about either so she'd try to get away from him

so it'd be just like knocking out Shuichi in canon, except, well.

Ves: that's so SAD fuckkk gonta :((((( tenko would lose. her. mind.

still rotating the possibilities of what Kiyo's in-game motive could be, I want to say that it's still a crime of passion, Tsumugi does piss him off with something

Ves: making him lose control of his own strength like that is the meanest thing ive ever heard. i might change it to him accidentally chasing himiko somewhere dangerous bc that's SO sad ACK I ALREADY DID THE ACCIDENTAL TRIPPING MURDER IN CH2 THOUGH WAILS yeag i haven't quite figured kiyo out yet… i think strangulation works better with a premeditated crime, what with him coming up behind her…but the clay cutting wire WAS just sitting around in his lab. hrm. mb she angie's herself by coming across him plotting a crime, that seems like the easiest option and i do want moogi to be an observer-type character, always watching in the background

maybe she gets too nosy not really on accident, too much accidents around here she ends up knowing too much not a plan, but a secret, a motive to get out, personal, and she wants the tea, it's scorching hot, you're going to burn yourself, Tsumugi

snhdfghf yeah…got too silly [pensive emoji] she just wanted to knowwww she's a little Too fascinated by people and with someone with as many secrets as korekiyo that is Not a friendly trait oh maybe that's the motive!! secrets, like in thh ch2

Ch4

so the deaths are ch1: Maki, Kirumi ch2: Ryoma, Miu ch3: Tsumugi, Korekiyo, Himiko ch4:??? ch5: Angie, Shuichi ch6: Kaito plot armour: Kiibo, Tenko, Kokichi

Kaede and Rantaro, is it fate? the only other option is Gonta

Ves: AH FUCK HOW DID I DO THAT BY ACCIDENT

congratulations

I mean, you could Sakura Gonta since he's definitely not doing fine

but Kaede doing nothing for the whole game is a little ooc, girlie takes the matters in her own hands

boy's not coping after ch3 either way

Ves: i was looking through my past randomizers and found a ch5 where kaede kills himiko after being tricked into thinking she's the mastermind…i could move that up to ch4. but why himiko..

Himiko's dead already tho

Ves: idk i haven't committed to that yet,,tricking kaede into thinking rantarou is the mastermind feels. cliche

what if she thinks Gonta is the mastermind since he got away with murder

Ves: what kind of fucking machine would bbygirl have to build to take out GONTA poisonous insects???

she's just setting up a trap still, a wrong person could walk in it, she sets it up at Gonta's lab but Rantaro walks in for something

Ves: NOT AGAIN [sob emoji] THAT'S SO FUNNY ACTUALLY SHSL UNLUCKY RANTAROU REAL

yes, she releases something venomous in his lab, little buggie just wanders off

or it does get Gonta, cause. He would be so devastated when he finds out that he was the one supposed to die. Literally so much worse for him than dying

Ves: HOW DID THIS WHOLE THING TURN INTO GONTA BULLYING I CAN'T HAVE HIM ACCIDENTALLY KILL SOMEONE AND HAVE SOMEONE ELSE DIE IN HIS PLACE THAT'S OBSCENE my poor son [sob emoji]

back to Sakura arc, he finds out about the attempt without anybody getting hurt

Ves: i'll figure it out in the shower probably update: i took a shower and didn't figure it out [pensive emoji]

Sini: Maybe keep the idea of Gonta killing Himiko and Kaede killing Gonta, and then have Rantaro die because he broke the rules in some way? You could pull a Mukuro on him

I got another idea too, what if Rantaro kills Kaede if you were to use the card key motive again, what if he gets ahold of it, frustrated just like others with Angie insisting they just don't use it and stay there forever when it could be an exit or used to reveal mastermind's identity, so he steals it from her and finds out about the end of the world, so he snaps, "we should have died with everyone" kind of thing, Kaede is the easiest target to start with (if Himiko is already out) since she's weaker than him and trusting (unlike Ouma)

Sini: What if….You mixed the two? Like, Kaede is the one in Rantaro’s place, whose character throughout the game has been kind of regressing as time has gone on. Growing more pessimistic and untrusting. She would also be eager to know if the key could reveal the mastermind’s identity in any way, since she’s been looking for them since day one and growing more paranoid and bitter about it. Once the key card motive is revealed, she steals it from Angie and parallels Gonta in that she believes the others should all die. She could still kill Gonta because she finds him suspicious, and if he’s not, then he’s actually a pretty easy target to lure. She also might want to kill him because she believes it’s what he deserves after what he did (in that case, the character regression would be very real). Or, she could go full Gonta, and believe killing Gonta is best because he was the nicest of the group and has already gone through sm pain that he deserves to die first/not through execution. I feel like Kaede would definitely be the type to take the burden of living if she had to

having more time in the game Kaede's whole preaching cooperation and trust would slowly crumble away, seeing how in canon she was trying to reassure herself as much as the others at the start and failed to, coming to conclusion that she needs to do something herself, that Shuichi's plan is not enough, that she's not going to hope Kaito's group comes up with something. Here she had time to simmer in it and get so much worse

and I'd love to see that, let her run out of positive things to say, hang outs to distract herself with, mantras to fall asleep to and hopes that all of that was a bad dream. She can't keep waiting for something to happen and then the next thing that happens is another murder instead of the awaited rescue, to get out she is going to make it happen

guess, she was wrong when she got there, maybe you can't trust people, maybe they're all out for blood, maybe somebody else is already planning her demise

Sini: Yeah…. And there’s no point. The world is destroyed There’s no home to go back to She might as well take a chance at killing the one person she can suspect as the mastermind

she regressed so far that she reached the pg Kaede mindset, no faith in humanity, they're all capable of murder, perhaps they're there because they deserve it

Sini: YES! If even Gonta can kill…Nobody is safe. Nobody can be trusted She kills him with the poisonous bug, but the others wouldn’t know that until ways into the trial. They might think it’s classic poison. Calling back to canon chapter 4 with the poison left on the seat. Both are diversions

if they all die, then there will be no more humanity, no more cruelty, betrayal after betrayal, it'll be over

Kaede humming "no children" by mountain goats while picking out a poison to plant on the crime scene

Sini: Imagine for a moment Kaito is framed, again? Cause he’s the ultimate detective, the poison might’ve came from his lab

Sini: Also, this would hurt Kokichi sm. He’s already been questioning himself with the reveal of Gonta being the second culprit. He’s alive and he doesn’t know if he can even look at him anymore… His feelings on the matter conflicting with one another. And then to later find that he’s dead? O O F

framing Kaito is a good idea, but also what if she staged it as a suicide, really take Kokichi out of investigation with a gut punch imagine he said some shit to Gonta after the 3rd trial he'd blame himself

Sini: So I was thinking with this that maybe Rantaro doesn’t vote for Kaede in chapter 4 because if the world is really destroyed, then his sisters (if still lost in this au) are most certainly dead. However, I don’t think he would do that unless he was 100% certain that the world was destroyed. He’d have to see it for himself to truly believe, as he has his doubts on the legitimacy of all this. So what if in chapter 5, if they all see the outside world and later become depressed, TW Rantaro actually commits to killing himself? He’d do it in front of everyone so that there is no case to solve. The guilt and grief he’d feel….He’d see no point in living anymore. He might even feel guilty for not being able to be useful in preventing the murders or doing more to uncover the truth. He’d consider himself a failure in every way. Maybe he does so through breaking another rule? Again, typical Mukuro, but just done on purpose

no 4th survivor, huh

Ves, reading up after leaving for a bit:

well first of all i think im never leaving you to babysit an au again. second of all AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA kaedeee :((( also rantarou :((((( also gonta :((((((- you did not leave anyone untouched huh

Sini: HEY! IT’S UP TO YOU! Rantaro doesn’t have to die, that’s just if you want to keep the survivor count the same as in canon

Ves: i think im gonna up the survivor count…maybe by making ch3 a single murder? nnnn. kaede killing gonta is sounding real good though Sini: She could still do so, just maybe it’s as simple as Gonta is an easy target and he’s the nicest so he should be spared an awful death

Ves: NSHJDBGHSGDD….she said fuck ALL YALL except for you gonta you're an angel and we're all glad you're here- i think abt the gonta&himiko scene where he asks how he can help and she tells him he radiates so much mana he can just stand there and it'll help her simply Having A Gonta Around does wonders for magic

Sini: IT DOES But man, that just reminds me how sad Gonta killing Himiko is If you make it where just Korekiyo is the culprit, maybe have him kill Himiko instead. That way we can have the Tenmiko angst, just reverse. Also, we’d get Tsumugi as a survivor, which I think has potential. Let Tsumugi have a character arc!

that would made ch4 weaker, but ig that would mean Himiko getting Angie'd since he only had a motive to kill Tsumugi?

Ves: i think maybe. do something to make gonta think of it as his fault even if he didn't directly off someone

but think about Kokichi's character arc

Ves: AH FUCK I FOROT ABT THAT maybe he kills kiyo???? no execution on a technicality bc kiyo killed first,,

then he'd get executed cause monokuma wouldn't have anyone else to execute? Like Celeste?

Ves: there wasn't the first come first serve rule in that game though "Rule #15: If two different murders by different murderers occur at the same time, only the one whose victim was found first will be the blackened." do i have to HIDE kiyo then?? what vague wording

and in ndrv3, Monokuma only introduced the rule in ch3, knowing what happened to sow distrust but Gonta wouldn't want to get away with murder, so he wouldn't hide the body

Ves: but i also wanted to have more survivors :[

Sini: Mind you, Kokichi can still have that moment to himself cause Shuichi exists. But Gonta being a killer could do wonders for his character as well. If you have it where Kiyo kills Himiko and Gonta kills Kiyo, then it’s very likely Gonta could still get executed cause he’s the only culprit left alive.

then stick the the og idea, you can save Rantaro instead of Tsumugi

Ves: so like. himiko runs away from the crime scene, gonta tries to catch her, breaks her spine like a rabbit at the vet?

nothing's going to have the same impact, this is good because it's Gonta and she isn't even the culprit and he doesn't get executed

this is what hits the spot for character arcs for Tenko, Kokichi and Kaede (her last fucking nail) and anything else would be softening the blow, that's no what DR is about, hit them with the hammers

Ves: you're right and i hate it ○|￣|_ kokichi doesn't make up with gonta bc of his own pride and then gonta FUCKING DIES, and that feeds nicely into his forgiveness for shuuichi…i see the vision

(edited by Ves)

and to finish it off, my take on the Themes in the AU:

what an interesting theme for the entire season it paints, the power struggle, having people who try to define and control you, use you for entertainment vs the abused, overcoming, getting from under the shoe SWINGING, finding ways to be their own person. Tenko's crisis would fit in nicely, and have parallels with Kaede's arc downwards. They both start as leader types that might come over a little bit too strong, Tenko loses faith in herself, Kaede loses faith in people, Tenko gives up on leading and falls in step with others, Kaede gives up on others and starts acting on her own, behind their backs. Kaede wants to make the decision for everyone that life's no longer worth it. Angie wants to decide what's best for everyone. Kaito wants to decide their lives, treating them like puppets. But their lives are their own. And true leadership is guidance, not force. Shuichi is the tragic example, showing how important having community is to be able to stand a chance against abusive authority. well, for M1-U it might be more dying on her own terms at best, would be cool if she self-destructed after getting hauled-off to the execution of found a way to make the execution go differently than Monokuma intended

Sini: Shuichi had access to community but couldn't truly be a part of it due to how Kaito controlled him. You could maybe contrast that with Kokichi who goes through a positive arc of letting people in and teaming up with others more. Him representing what a good leader could look like

it was too little, too late for Shuichi

Sini: OOOOO! YEAH! That's perfect! She died doing her own thing and by her own hands OH SHIT! That's actually really poetic. Cause in canon, Kaito is the one who died on his own and not by Monokuma's hands. Now he's the villain who got beat by his own alternative actions

Ves: haha loser get thematically reversed

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #korekiyo shinguji #tsumugi shirogane #himiko yumeno #gonta gokuhara #kaede akamatsu #rantaro amami #kokichi oma #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #miu iruma #tenko chabashira #oumasai #saiouma #technically. not much here but it's canon in the AU #you can deduct from the weakness shown here that it is VR and they get a happy ending #made by me

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mutant-chain-reaction · 2 years ago

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Love Language Fic -- Part 2

Part 2 of the little fanfictions based off of my Love Language Headcanon post for the 2k3 turtles with this part starring Michelangelo. Like the first part, this is pretty general and focuses on platonic feelings.

Part 1 can be found here!

Michelangelo was the next turtle you met. It wasn't too much longer after Donatello had given you the shell-cell, actually. It seemed that upon learning that there was a human who hadn't freaked out over Donatello's appearance, Michelangelo had a difficult time staying away.

Donatello murmured an apology the first time his brother had followed him to your place, but you barely heard it over Michelangelo's enthusiastic, "Hi! I'm Mikey!"

"Hello, Mikey," you greeted, introducing yourself and extending your hand for a handshake. Mikey hesitated for the slightest second before clasping your hand with his. Despite the muscles on the turtles, Mikey's handshake was gentle, firm enough to be a decent handshake, but he was obviously conscious of his strength.

Before you knew it, the three of you were collapsed on your loveseat, and Mikey was allowed to enthrall you with a story about the infamous Turtle Titan. You did not get a chance to let him know that you've never heard of Turtle Titan, and Donatello discreetly shook his head when you tried giving him a questioning glance. Getting the hint, you exchanged a wry smile with Donatello and gave Mikey your full attention for his story.

Mikey actually stopped by often enough on his own. He was never shy and was wonderful around Moose, who was always delighted at more attention. After realizing that you were a freelancer, he made it a point to visit after your self-imposed work hours and he routinely asked about your writing. You found a kindred creative spirit in Mikey and had no problem discussing comic book or video game plots with him to help wind down your evening.

While Donatello had initially been cautious before embracing the fact that he had a new friend, Mikey seemed comfortable from the beginning. Having someone else to babble about everything under the sun made it so you never saw Mikey wearing a frown.

Of course, there was a first time for everything.

You initially had only heard your living room window -- now unlocked about 98% of the time for your new friends to come and go as they pleased -- slide open. You were a bit busy with your head down on your desk beside your laptop, half-hoping that the gentle thunk would rattle your writer's block loose.

"'Ello," you muttered out to whoever had decided to grace you with his presence.

"…Hi."

You lifted your head up at that, the quiet greeting making you glance over with furrowed brows at Mikey. He was bending down, giving Moose a belly rub, but the smile he was giving your dog was short-lived. Mikey made sure to plaster a smile on when he looked towards you, but you had seen through the veil.

"What's up?" Mikey asked, casual as usual.

"You're early," you said instead, glancing at your cell for the time. Mikey blinked. "You've never come before my work day is over before."

"Oh." He rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. The other held a sketchbook as far as you could tell, spiral-bound, older, some loose pages sticking out of it haphazardly. "I can leave and come back later--"

"Nah." You pushed yourself away from the desk and stretched enough to make your shoulder pop. "I got nothing done, anyway. What's up with you, though? Something bothering you?"

"No," he said a little too quickly. "Why would you think that?"

"Your vibe is all off," you said. "Anything you want to talk about?"

He clutched the sketchbook tighter but did give a low chuckle. "Sorry 'bout that. Didn't mean to kill the mood," he said. "I just… My bros were teasing me about my comics, that's all. Nothing bad, but…"

"But it can still hurt," you said, giving a knowing nod. "I grew up with siblings, too. Foster kids, but siblings just the same."

Mikey's crooked smile was a little more genuine at that. It flickered out briefly when you pointed to the sketchbook and asked, "Are those your comics? Can I see them? Or were you just looking for a place to hang out and work on them without your brothers over your shoulder? I totally don't mind if you just want to chill here."

"Thanks." The smile came back. He glanced between his sketchbook and you for a few seconds before holding the sketchbook out. "If you're really interested… You'll probably be able to give me a better opinion on them. Being a writer and all, ya know?"

"I would love to see them," you said, taking the book gently. You sat on the loveseat while Mikey himself plopped down on the floor so Moose could crawl into his lap for a cuddle.

The sketchbook was well-loved and showcased Mikey's growth as an artist. As you flipped through the pages, you saw drawings of people when Mikey was figuring out human anatomy, pictures of himself and brothers, pages half-filled with makeshift comic panels and snippets of dialogue. Color didn't show up until about a third of the way into the sketchbook, shades of the rainbow bursting onto the pages in such a way that you imagined it signaled when a younger Michelangelo first got his hands on a box of crayons.

The further along you got in the book, the more his comics took shape. There was Turtle Titan going on adventures with the Silver Sentry with other members of the Justice Force peppered in. Turtle Titan then teamed up with superheroes you didn't recognize, other characters that you were certain Mikey had created himself saving a world that you were also certain Mikey had created himself.

"Wait, where's the rest?" You were flipping back and forth between the last couple of pages that had drawings on them, your voice cracking slightly from the sudden use after you were meticulously silent while admiring Mikey's art.

"Uh, that's it so far," Mikey said. He was leaning back on his arms on the floor, Moose snoring in his lap. Mikey's voice was soft compared to yours as he asked, "What did you think?"

"I think you're a tease," you said, "since you gave me an unfinished comic to read." He chuckled, but listened as you added, "Seriously, Mikey, these are fantastic. Are you thinking of creating enough to publish them?"

Mikey got uncharacteristically quiet at that before tentatively asking, "You really think they're good enough for that?"

"I do." You nodded, hoping your voice portrayed your sincerity as you handed the sketchbook back. "If you're willing to share these with the world, even as a webcomic, I think you should. You showcase a lot of skill and love in these comics, it's obvious. I think they're brilliant."

And there was Michelangelo's familiar grin.

"Thank you," he said, his voice more enthusiastic than it had been all afternoon. "I… That means a lot, especially coming from you."

You raised an eyebrow. "I'm just one opinion. Art is subjective, you obviously won't be able to please everybody--"

"I trust you," Mikey said simply. "Art is what you do for a living. Thanks for going through my silly comics. I'm glad you liked them."

You smiled, watching as he looked at his comics with a newfound twinkle in his eyes, before you got up and said, "C'mon. I know I have some older art supplies in my closet somewhere. I'd be happy to give them to you so they'll get some use as long as you tell me what happens next in your comic."

"You sure?" Mikey asked.

You were marching towards your bedroom. "Absolutely. Get in here, you'll be able to move them more easily."

"But I can't disturb Moose…!"

While it took a few extra minutes so your little mutt could finish his nap in Mikey's lap, Mikey and you were able to dig out your old supplies and you got to listen to your friend ramble excitedly about the next plans for his characters.

At times, Mikey's head could grow too big and needed to be deflated from time to time, but you honestly had no problem boosting his ego.

#tmnt 2003 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt michelangelo #fanfiction #headcanon #love language

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selfshipseaside · 2 years ago

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Everything I'm about to say is pretty much just what everyone else has said but like- it all ties together I feel, YA KNOW? I just think it's wild that in a community where everyone has collectively decided that living up to societal norms is dumb and lives by the whole "we are cringe, but we're FREE" meme, that we've somehow normalized making snap judgements about and ostracizing each other? and treating those who don't participate in those witch hunts like they're criminals of the worst degree themselves? I-? HOW? It's just all very juvenile to me, and I'll admit it's made it hard for me to want to reach out to people and make friends here still.

I feel like I'm walking on egg shells ALL the time. You can't like, reblog, or follow ANYONE without jumping through hoops first and if you don't and follow the wrong person or reblog from someone who's stupidly specific DNI you happen to fall under, then you're suddenly the biggest asshole known to man. You're on a list, or getting gossiped about, or you're getting cancelled, whatever. That's assuming they don't have their DNI's plastered on every post they make, which wouldn't be so off putting maybe (big maybe) if people weren't so freaking rude. "DNI (enter whoever here) you're scum get out of here you're not wanted" OH OKAY? HAVE YOU TRIED NOT BEING SO ANGRY? I'm not trying to harbor an unsafe or unwelcoming environment for ANYONE on my blog, so no I'm not going to reblog stuff like that even if maybe I wouldn't want to interact with whoever they're excluding either.

Also, the things people get called and the disgusting things people get accused of around here willy nilly for literally no reason other than others disagree with them? Yknow the ones. Not gonna say it here, but oh my GOD that is so NOT okay. To do THAT to someone is disgusting. I just don't get what happened to treating a social media, like social media. If you don't like someone? Block them! If you get an interact from someone you don't like? Block them too! Don't want to see certain posts? Mute the tags! Don't like who someone ships with for whatever reason? Hey there's that block button again! It's so easy. It's free. It's like- dead ass the most simple thing in the world. And yet we've chosen to normalize making the entire community a frigging minefield. It's so overwhelming that if I hadn't found a way in via my own support blog back in the day, and instead tried to enter as just anyone else, I would have turned tail way before I met the friends I do have here (and my wonderful amazing lovely girlfriend cough). It's stupid, my dude. Having this opinion alone gets me shoved into certain boxes I didn't even ask for. And as far as people getting butt hurt over blocks, I don't even NOTICE when it happens, let alone do I care so I just. Cannot relate. I can't fathom it unless they were someone I was close to.

In closing, this community has a lot of maturing to do, because thats what all of this is. Immature, exhausting, and yes- stupid. I'M TIRED OF THIS GRANPA.

K done 💖

This! Oh look it's my beautiful amazing talented and emotionally intelligent girlfriend!! Everything you said is true and more. We have got to mature as a community! We live like this??? It do be smelling like roaches in here guys, CMONNNN

#Marnie answers ✦

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minerwarfare-suzuya · 2 years ago

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It was nearly 6:30 am before my alarm went off and I'm already spammed with messages over my recent post to be "taken down" by threats that Miles will be contacting Mobox87 from Cagney.

Plus, I've also received messages from Miles themselves but can't respond back cause he decided to block me after sending his texts.

So! Back to sleep I go!

Nah! I'm just kidding, here's what he has said!

"Legit ur what? 18+? Yet you act like a child disrespecting others for your Owen pleasure. All you do is to care for YOURSELF! Been a very disrespectful person. And legit disrespect against humanity! I have all rights to refuse to let ppl miss draw my Ocs, I don’t by them to share. That’s not how it works! Second of all I deleted it bc me and them came along! Like bro ever heared of leaving a person alone and stop bullying? Grow up and get a life instead of harrashing and bullying me ur an adult for fuck sake act like one"

You do realize that anyone and anywhere on the internet is still going to draw your comfort character without your consent. Plus, I don't know why you think you of all people gate keep the oc just cause you bought it when everyone can draw it for free.

It'd be understandable that you were upset and approached a person drawing that oc for profit and not getting any credit or anything out of it.

Now despite Yuriviq and you coming to terms with your rules by force. They are still not happy about you having to pull Mobox87 into your petty callout cause that apparently hurt them since they idolized her and her work. Nor does Yuriviq feel that it's alright to be dictated to not draw the oc they were passionate about making and posting online in their own liking.

But hey guess I'm the bad guy here right? "Like bro ever heared of leaving a person alone and stop bullying? Grow up and get a life instead of harrashing and bullying me ur an adult for fuck sake act like one"

Ironic isn't it? That I get labeled as "disrespectful" when you're the epitome of someone being disrespectful towards others.

"Second of all stop hating against little spacers! It’s freaking disgusting you need to get a life and leave me the hell alone you stalker"

Wanna a medal for that? Like seriously I don't care cause that's just you seeking attention out of your own satisfaction being online.

"Also I remember cleaning giving ppl DRAWING permission BUT WITH THE RULES no NSFW and NO shipping"

This is a lot like the situation Kev had with Blurry on him not wanting no nsfw of his oc which he paid for when most of the characters from Faces of Nothing were on sale. I just have to state that again, anyone and anywhere on the internet someone is going to draw it without your consent so why bother controlling something you'll be outplayed at. Another thing, no shipping? Why? Oh right cause he's your comfort character? Bruh go touch grass and get over yourself on a drawing. That's 1 out of billion drawings of your comfort character being shipped across the web.

"Lay your filthy hands off my Ocs :)

I purchased them and if your ass didn’t know, people is different and you need to respect that! You small ass child"

I just did and I'll do it again. Y'know I have done it before it's not my first time lol. So yeah, you purchased the character and I drew it for free. We're not the same.

Again you're a literal man child and acting crazy over the slightest inconvenience of your oc being shipped with someone else's oc.

"Also having fun insulting ppl with childhood trauma? Dmn man that’s cold"

I don't know why you care to carry that upon yourself online as some medal of honor especially on your bio when that's your personal problem outside from what others wanna know you publicly for.

Anyways that's all from Miles text messages and I certainly have to say that I do not care what he has to say about me because he's very irrational and I'm unbothered by his insults.

Now you can already assume that this post in response is a No to taking down my post since taking it down would be in Miles satisfaction.

Top it off, you really went out of your way to throw a fit to Cagney over it by spamming their dm's. Like seriously? Stfu already, if anything it's non-negotiable to talk with you about how dumb your rule is.

If anything, Miles is a spoiled human being over his comfort character and I could careless what he thinks or how he needs to get his way online.

Quit stressing, let artists do whatever they want.

Oh one more thing!

No one will praise you or know you're the owner of an oc. People will always forever know that the oc is made by Mobox87 cause she popularized the character during the growth of her online career when she made Faces of Nothing.

The people will only know you by being that user online who bought an oc and being an asshole about it when you harass them. So be proud that you own something that you'll hardly get recognition for.

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bubbulupuma · 3 months ago

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Rural Recovery & Religious Rhymes

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In the Sutta Nipāta 5.16, a fellow named "King of Emptiness" (Mogharāja) asks the Buddha how he should "look upon the world" such that the "King of Death cannot see [him]", and the Buddha (eventually, after being questioned thrice) answers "Look upon the world as empty, Mogharāja; ever mindful…"

It is not quite where I'm at right now. World seems chock full of bullshit. I'm in rural Missouri, a place I only ended up because my life was generally in shambles by 31 and I was either going to move back in with my father or be homeless again. The last time I tried to start over from his guest room I made it about 18 months before I was so incredibly depressed that I decided to drive back to my home city in Texas and try starting over living out of my car instead.

Unsurprisingly, really, this did not produce better results. I was introduced to meth while I was still living out of my car and hanging around lots of other homeless people (not for the stimulating conversation, just as a consequence of staying close to shelters and soup kitchens and whatnot). I managed to get a job working once again as a CNA, and taking tiny little bits of meth almost every day definitely made it easier to get through the first few weeks, during which I was still sleeping (poorly) in a car and eating very little food. Meth continued to fuel me through a year of very long, intense shifts worked at all hours of the day and night, but despite my relatively well-moderated use (seriously) and carefully-maintained harm-reduction measures (always try to sleep every night, always eat something every day, etc.) I couldn't keep myself together forever. I finally lost that job after arriving very late twice. I had started to periodically sleep straight through my alarms, profoundly exhausted after weeks-long stretches of sleeping very little while working tons of hours overnight.

After I lost that job, I spent an embarrassingly long time just bumming around and getting increasingly insane from the meth use, until finally (to make a very long story somewhat shorter), someone I barely knew stabbed me very nearly to death, eviscerating me over a misunderstanding.

I was becoming (to my deep, deep regret and horror) someone that strangers and new acquaintances began to find incredibly scary. Not because I was violent or aggressive, but just because I seemed incredibly intense and kind of insane, no matter how hard I tried to appear normal and non-threatening. I worked very hard to hide my meth addiction (and, indeed, I succeeded at that--no one had any idea, they just thought I was really intense and eccentric), and especially not to frighten people--I truly found the idea that I was making people uncomfortable beyond mortifying, truly disturbing--but there is only so much one can do to pretend normalcy when you are gradually losing touch with reality, growing increasingly paranoid, hearing voices, and keeping your nervous system ablaze with more stimulation than a hunted animal 24/7.

So, after a few months recovering from the evisceration, I returned to this little guest room once more, only this time with a renewed conviction that I could not simply "wing it" anymore. I needed recovery, and every other form of healing and help of which I could possibly avail myself, or shit was just gonna get worse. This time, I felt the "King of Death" watching me very closely.

Now, I am doing much better than I was. There is just a great, great deal of room for improvement. As I mentioned in my first post, I am still struggling to say goodbye to the much-less-psychoactive but-still-highly-addictive security blanket which helped me quit meth: kratom. I am also beginning to really confront everything which the heavy drug use had helped me avoid and repress: my own deeply wounded psyche, fucked life, and, like everyone else with a conscience, the problem of how to live meaningfully and helpfully without freaking out and hating people in this horror-show world.

The way my life was going, I was never going to be of any use to anyone, no matter how well-informed about the ongoing blood-soaked imperialism of my home country I remained. Keeping close tabs on the rise of outright fascism, the regression of civil rights (domestically, that is--American foreign policy hasn't ever given a shit about anyone else's rights), the progress of environmental destruction, etc. and despising more and more the countrymen (or bots posing as them) who actively supported it all was, ultimately, accomplishing nothing beyond driving me more fucking insane.

I realized I simply wasn't going to be able to begin actually contributing in any meaningful way until I got my shit quite a bit more together. I definitely wasn't going to be able to live in this world with universal compassion, loving-kindness, empathetic-joy, AND equanimity.

It takes a much more stable mind to see the emptiness in the world.

Well, there's no nice literary conclusion I have to these thoughts. I'm really just introducing myself still and laying the groundwork, getting these thoughts out, telling you where I'm at. If anyone reads this, do please comment, because that's insane.

#buddhism #buddha #recovery #addiction #adhd #missouri #mental health #mental illness #leftist #leftism #Youtube

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silentmassacres · 7 months ago

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fri, nov 15

care, perversion, and rot

i just typed out an entire post and it decided to delete itself while uploading, lovely. this only adds to me being overwhelmed and, quite frankly, i do not have the time to re-type it, but here we are. incredibly upset because i cannot regulate myself this week. i'm upset because i now sound ingenuine as these are not the words i'd originally used, but instead a poor imitation. i hate this app sometimes.

of course, the moment i go to finish this post, the original posts. i'm posting this one too. it's the same thoughts, just different words. maybe it's important.

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i've tried for a long time to remain independent, but unfortunately i can't help yearning for the ability to not do so. i'm sitting naked on the bathroom floor, knowing i need to change, yet struggling to. i know it'd be easier if i had someone here to help or, at the very least, encourage me. it makes me feel needy to require help, despite the very present reality of being disabled and very mentally ill in a way that makes me need it sometimes. every now and again, i'm able to surpass that anxiety, but it always comes back in the end.

i'll entertain and comfort myself with ideas of being taken care of, knowing i'd ruin it for myself.

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and so, with that, i remain on the floor. i have this habit of contorting my body in odd ways — it makes me feel like art. my discomfort with my body makes this feel like a safer option. at the end of the day, it really is dissociation — my preference of viewing my body as an art form rather than the mass of flesh it is.

it makes me feel beautiful sometimes. maybe not in a way that i feel, but in a way in which i know somebody would regard me as beautiful. i wish there was somebody there to capture my image, or at least bear witness. but there isn't, so i remain on the floor, once again. i'll let the camera timer on my phone watch my contort my body just to feel like something.

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as of late, i've found myself looking at a lot of figure studies of women's bodies. a lot of them look like me, so it's comforting in it's own way. it brings me some sort of comfort to view my form as something artistic, even if that means dehumanizing myself in the process.

i hold a lot of shame about it, secretly. i worry that i'll be made out as this predatory pervert, because it seems oddly easy for people to do that to me. i don't... fully understand why, given my repeated victimhood, but i guess it's just another thing my lack of a memory has taken from me.

i try not to think about it too much. the level of guilt it fills me with makes me nauseous and beyond self loathing

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i wish i could say it started in middle school. people started saying it in middle school, because it's easy to accuse the queer freak of staring at the asses of their classmates (i still feel disgusted with myself for even accidentally looking in that direction).

i almost mentioned ricky before. i spent a lot of time with misplaced malice towards him. i realize now that he's not the one who hurt me, and it predates him. we were the same, really. i'd almost wonder why he did the things he did, but i don't even know what the case was for me. maybe none of it was real, and i was just born like this — somehow, fundamentally messed up.

i'd say i wish i could remember, but i can never tell which option is worse.

i know now that he didn't hurt me; not in that way, at least. i have to wonder why we hurt each other in the way we did. maybe it was all in good fun, maybe i got some sort of sick satisfaction from it. the thought makes me feel disgusted with myself, even if i know it was the same for him.

it's scary to think about, that young. i have to think about how normal it was and how i didn't see an issue. i know it was noticed, but i can't ever recall if anything was done about it. everybody was so hung up on my social issues that everything else went neglected. my mom knew, or at least noticed. i remember that much.

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i'm half-convinced my body may just give out on me. i've been in a lot more pain lately. maybe it's not that bad, i can never tell. i'm always in pain, but it's shifted from a dull ache to something sharper. i'm sure it's nothing serious, i just wish i could feel that level of confidence regarding the random red dot that appeared on my chest. i really do hope it's nothing.

i'm beyond exhaustion, and my lack of sleep doesn't help. i feel like i'm dead or dying sometimes. the pain doesn't help, because it almost solidifies the feeling that i'm rotting internally. my head feels fuzzy but i have an assignment due in a few hours. i wish i could sleep for a few days straight with no responsibilities.

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my leg looks better. i guess it wasn't awful in the first place. it was, sort of, but it was just the one alone. it scared me a lot when it first happened, yet i continue to get urges. i'm worried that they're going to worsen, that there's going to be a new standard. i don't want to. i don't want to hurt myself, not that badly. it scares me a lot.

i don't think i should be discussing this. i don't think anybody will see this (and if they do, it's my own damn fault), and i feel the need to say something. if i do discuss it with anyone, i'd want to talk about it with him, because i know he'd understand and he'd be caring and he wouldn't chastise me for it. maybe that's. rude to others, for me to say that. i know he worries, but i don't feel as though i overwhelm him with those feelings. and i know he'd get it.

i don't think i will say anything. i'd like to keep this to myself. i'm just primarily concerned with my habits worsening

#8pm #🫀

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foggyparadisecandy · 2 years ago

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[tw: tough topics ahead … not worth reading .. should not be read if you are not in a good space … honestly shouldn’t be read by anyone .. I’m venting them because this is my space and I’ll use it how I want… the warning and the break are so you don’t have to read it.]

I apologize for my previous post (since deleted). I’m in a slightly better space.

I know why I’ve slipped back into depression.

I’ve been reading up on trauma … so I can better understand my ex … and I can better understand me.

This has opened up a lot of stuff in me that I’ve held on to for … oh … forever. Starting with the most recent stuff …

I love my ex. I believe I do and that’s all that matters. I care about her. I’m worried about her. And she is not safe. And there is nothing that can be done.

That makes me feel so powerless. Big shock: I’m a control freak. I’m a domineering, control freak and to be powerless to help someone I love? Pretty fucking powerful negative emotions crashing into me.

Worse? I’ve realized I love her like a daughter. Which … maybe the dd/lg thing has a bunch of that baked into it plus the sexual aspects which makes it “hot” and kinky … idk.

I’m pretty fucking much a n00b in the bdsm space - at least as an active participant. I need to dig into the dynamics and see if most “daddies” feel like actual fathers to their lg’s.

All I know is that I’ve come to realize that is how I think of her. And I have this overwhelming sense of “keep my baby safe” that is killing me. I realized earlier .. “keeping her safe” was always an illusion.

I can’t keep her safe. Even if I was with her every second of the day, keeping someone else safe from all life throws at them is a … dangerous mindset. So. I can set that down. And if I find I pick it back up, I need to remember this and set it back down.

I also have been ghosted by her. This is tougher for me. It dings my ego and belief that I’m some sort of savior that she needs. No. She clearly doesn’t *need* me. She’s a fully functioning (although saddled with some serious trauma of her own) human being. We were together and shared some beautiful experiences. She doesn’t *need* me. So I can set that down too. She has decided she doesn’t need a savior and that’s her choice, not mine. I respect that even if it bugs me.

And she doesn’t owe me anything. Although, admittedly, I find that last bit hard to swallow because I know she loved me deeply even up to the end. Shit, if we don’t owe our loved ones common courtesies, I just don’t know what the fuck is up with the world. She’s young. She doesn’t have my perspective on loving relationships. Also true: my own perspective is probably (haha definitely) screwy from my own bullshit.

The ghosting hurt also because I didn’t get any proper closure or explanations. In the end, she was sending so many confusing messages at me. But this one, as hard as it is, is just what it is. I know she wasn’t thinking clearly about her own safety and well-being in the end. It’s impossible to think she was ever going to give either of us good closure. So I need to set that down too. The closure is to be found on my own. And I think … appreciating what she brought me and shared with me … which was extremely lovely and enjoyable.

I worry about her future potentially being diminished. But it’s not mine to worry about. She’ll either get it or she won’t. I know this. I keep forgetting. She’ll either survive her mission or she won’t. I can’t keep her safe from that and I can’t bring her home.

Set it down. Set it down. Set it down.

Ahhhhh sometimes talking these things out is useful. I’ve repeated this stuff so many times, it’s getting easier to get there each time. Instead of getting stuck in depression, I need to remember the lessons and set these things down if I find I’ve picked them back up.

These aren’t burdens I can carry anymore or should carry. As tough as it is to admit, I’m not a god. Many days I’m barely a functioning human lol.

Then … setting all that down .. I think I see my real problems … my childhood shit. I’m not sure I can even consider it at the moment without spiraling so I’m calling it a night on this venting.

I wrote that little song the other day which was pretty spot on imo. A friend told me it was kind of fucked up how painful it was to read. Yeah. I get it. I lived it.

lol some of y’all are masochists if you keep reading these things. I’m so so sorry … I just need to work these things out and there is a comfort in imagining another human is reading my stuff and feeling my emotions.

It’s nice to imagine a connection with others when we are hurting. It feels better than dumping this to my private journal.

Thank you fellow humans.

#catharsis #self care

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