#and their blog has asks and messages off... why are you running

[borrelia]

racist as fuck post do NOT put this shit on my dash we already KNOW why messages are the same (useful templates, many palestinians are not native english speakers) and we KNOW why theyre anonymous (bypass the ten asks per hour limit) we KNOW why someone would run multiple accounts (you've seen how fast palestinian fundraising blogs get termed!) and you can GO to these blogs linked in the asks and see they are VETTED CAMPAIGNS:

(Vetted number 309, with a strike for spamming requests, something gazavetters discourages to shut up idiots like the above op)

EDIT 5/8/25: 309 is now marked "scam/bot" in accordance with gazavetters' new strict enforcement of polite behavior. as clarified in this post, this decision is about maintaining dignity and respect online. it's about discouraging people like the sc'd op from writing off these fundraisers as scams even when real palestinians suffering in gaza are running them.

(Vetted number 537)

if this dumb cunt couldnt even bother to CHECK. THE BLOGS. WHY ARE YOU REBLOGGING THESE ACCUSATIONS?? oh because youre mad you got some anons? you got some comments? boo fucking hoo. people are dying. theyre allowed to be a little "rude" and desperate to send you messages.

[unikhroma]

we need to talk about ramb [analysis/theory]

MASSIVE shoutout to my friend mycringefactory for ripping his sprites

ramb! he's the power strip darkner in chapter 3 that runs the stand in the green room and introduces you to the set of games that leads to the chapter's unusual secret boss.

weird attention to detail with his sprites, telling kris that he knows they want, dismissing their concerns that something might be up, having a page of the sweepstakes ARG named after him instead of the location it's showing, directly introducing kris to a rendition of the weird route and saying that it's "REAL fun".

seems like if it were some other character, these would be ringing more alarm bells. but i knew, i Knew there was something up with him. he is the secret boss, it's just not in a way we're used to. strap in, cause this is long as fuck <- not an exaggeration i've been writing this for the past three days.

ramb is the shadow mantle enemy.

ramb wants kris to have fun and enjoy the games he's provided! no he really wants kris to have fun and enjoy the games. he mentions it a lot, and keeps saying that he knows kris and what they want. in the context of a game about the weird route no less.

and all this is much like the shadow mantle enemy. it says outright that it thinks a part of kris isn't getting the shadow crystals because it'll get what they want, instead it's that they're just enjoying this, like ramb keeps saying is the case for them.

it wasn't there to stop kris: what it wanted was to see kris play, said plain as day. i believe the flickering red comment is about kris' eyes, that it wanted to see them really get into playing the game.

it's hard to believe that this is all just a parallel when it lines up So Closely. i feel like you don't just have two characters speak almost exactly the same and with such an emphasis on the same things, with the only difference being an accent in one of them. not to mention that there's an NPC tells you who ramb parallels.

can't find footage, but m-chromatic says this is from a pippins NPC

the shadow mantle enemy also further emphasizes its interest in kris having fun with a secret room in one of the games:

"Having fun?"

it feels like such a personalized message to them, and whether kris is having fun is something that ramb is very concerned with.

something particularly notable is what happens the first time you get proper dialogue from the mantle enemy. after the board is cleared, kris asks ramb about someone being backstage, and he denies it and says he's been there on security the whole time.

also i find it odd that the first line is one of the few times that expression of his shows up. in the second line he turns his head away in a smile

another thing:

and this bit might be a stretch but it's worth mentioning: the little creature that the mantle enemy turns into does happen to have floppy ears like ramb does.

once again shoutout to mycringefactory for ripping these sprites

alright, so ramb may have control of this game, probably from the wide variety of controllers in the backstage (though i have a personal theory that he can go into the game himself). but why do i think he has anything to do with the game itself? well, this ties into a sub-theory:

MANTLE/MANHOLE is a dragon blazers romhack made by ramb, and is what tenna unknowingly built his game off of.

in case you're wondering why i'm giving it two names. i personally think it's manhole cause it ties into other things

tenna's game vs the original game. "some big ol' blasted line from A to B" vs "the ORIGINAL game where YOU decide what to do". the parallel of regular route vs weird route is a lil on the nose. in this game, you're made to do a re-imagining of the weird route in chapter two and something beyond that. but the game wasn't always that.

the spamton sweepstakes is how we know this. the d_a_m_n_y_o_u_t_e_n_n_a page and noelle's icepalace_glaceir blog teases MANTLE/MANHOLE and ties it back to ramb. clicking the TV will change the screen to be static-filled (like the game cuts to when the controller isn't plugged in), and the lowest point of the page contains static squares, one leading to a neon blue screen and the other leading to ramb's page.

the neon blue screen (similar to the title screen of MANTLE/MANHOLE) can be scrolled up to show what looks like a representation of the ice area in the old game where you use the ice key. the door on the page leads to noelle's icepalace_glaceir blog, where she describes an oddity in dragon blazers that lines up perfectly with an area in the old game.

this cross area in the old game is accompanied by a track named GLACEIR. on noelle's blog, she writes that she's currently listening to a song from dragon blazers of the same name. it would make sense that if she's writing about that area and feeling nostalgic about it, she'd be listening to the song from it as well.

the choice of word for what her mood is.. i can't help but think of how that one weird ass expression of ramb's is called "nostalgic"

with all that in mind, i feel like it's pretty clear that that "old thing" tenna says he based his game on was intended to be dragon blazers. except that "original game" was clearly tampered with. it's not a coincidence that this game has a rendition of the weird route's beginning, it was put in there by someone. tenna is bothered by MANTLE/MANHOLE's contents as well:

another clue on the game being modified by ramb is, despite it being dragon blazers, the third board isn't a non-specific RPG location and is instead based on cyber world, specifically cyber city and queen's mansion's basement.

ramb originates from cyber world and while tenna may have known things about cyber city due to his connection with spamton, it's highly unlikely that he's seen the mansion basement, so it had to be ramb who modded it. ramb mentions people who live in queen's mansion like he knows them well.

another thing.. think about the names associated with him: his name is ramb. like RAMb. to put it simply, RAM is any data in a computing device that can change or be modified, and it's implied that he modded dragon blazers.

his name is misspelled as ROMb in-game and in the sweepstakes page regarding him and the old game. the track that plays in the S-rank room and thus when you speak to him about the game is called "Dump". to mod a ROM, you'd have to dump it from the hardware first (though i don't think that's necessarily what ramb did since we're in a fantasy world).

the dump thing is interesting to me also cause as mentioned before, the spamton sweepstakes has a page for ramb, but it was first accessed by clicking "[scrap heap]" in one of the prize descriptions. another allusion to him and trash... btw i feel like it's worth stressing: HE'S HAD A PAGE NAMED AFTER HIM THIS WHOLE TIME!!

oh and there's these two lines from him that absolutely implies that he had some kind of hand in the games backstage. the "HIS" would not be emphasized like that if the old game was impersonal to ramb.

so why is ramb like this?

why'd he want kris to play his fucked up snowgrave game so much? what's all this talk about fun? and then after all that, asking them if opening the fountain was that good of an idea... after all, doing so would cause him several darkners to turn to stone.

he's a power strip. like outlets, power strips can have a large variety of things connected to them: fans, chargers, TVs, video game consoles.. the key difference though, is that they can have multiple things connected to them at once and they're portable.

ramb shouldn't turn to stone because, unlike that zapper that turned to stone because its likely to be for catti's TV and isn't compatible with the dreemurr's, he's not bound by that kind of restriction. in fact there's a lot of uses he can have, multiple at once even. he's also directly relevant to TV world as being able to provide power to tenna himself.

but ultimately, in the same vein as tenna, he stopped being used. and getting kris to play these games, when his purpose is "letting you play your games", might've been a way to keep himself alive. "Without play... the knife grows dull." i think this line from him as the shadow mantle is also in reference to how without him being played, he'll turn to stone (grow dull).

i don't think this is just that side of himself being un-petrified because of the light. the light is enveloping him entirely, you can see it go well past him. i think he needed to be as close in proximity to the game as he could since it's tied to his purpose. more on this later.

selfish actions aside, i do think ramb cares about kris. but he was also suffering from being outcasted both socially and by lightners including them, so i think he was preparing for a fountain opening and the opportunity to convince kris into spending time with him again.

he was really done dirty by his fellow darkners man

he projects onto kris so much: he wants to have fun too. he misses those times. an opportunity to meet an old friend in the midst of loneliness and to relive those good memories he holds onto so much? well, he had to do something.

...and the something he did was steal the shadow mantle and create a fucked up game for this kid because he missed seeing them have fun and thought that all that fucked up shit was what they liked. (i think it's implied that kris plays video games in a bit of an aggressive way? unfortunately struggling to find specific scenes about it)

the thing about how he was already stone on the inside makes me wonder if that's a way of saying that he died inside a while ago and the loneliness broke him. part of me thinks he's intended to represent mentally ill people who fall through the cracks cause they don't "seem" like they are. this power strip needs therapy and medication man

the implications of him modifying the game to show the weird route in particular though... is he trying to encourage it? is it a warning? was learning about the weird route the thing that made him spiral and turn to doing this? it's very likely yes, since similar things happened to jevil and spamton.

how does he know about the weird route and what happened to him?

awesome first question: i don't know. it's possible that, because he's meant to parallel tenna, that he too was contacted by the knight, and they told him about it. however, it may not be that one-to-one. since spamton's forbidden knowledge came from someone outside of the in-game universe (we presume gaster), he could've gotten it from that.

and what's up with all the DEVICE_FRIEND appearances in his romhack? ..honestly can't explain it either. but since he depicts queen's mansion in it, i get the feeling that he's been down there and he saw it. maybe it's something that really stuck with him, or he had extended contact with it.

now as for his fate.. after the sword route is complete (meaning all three boards of his game are finished), the rabbick in the S-rank room expresses fear over something that happened with ramb.

so what the hell happened to him to freak this rabbick out so much?

most likely: he parallels tenna, so maybe he was also enlisted by the knight, and his job was to keep the shadow mantle out of kris' hands. because he failed to do so, he got taken or hurt by the knight as punishment.

less likely but more interesting to me: let's address the rabbick saying that kris already went past. we saw the pixel kris leave the backstage, so that seems to be what they saw. the pixel kris escaping the game may mean that the game will technically never be turned off, making it so that ramb is always being "used" and thus not fated to turn to stone while the fountain is still open

so the rabbick might've been frightened by a darkner that shouldn't be alive coming to life again (..thoough i have a theory that he might be able to shapeshift and that freaked them out but that's for another post)

either way, if you completed the sword route, ramb is somewhere else now. isn't that fun?

so! now with all of this information about him in mind: do you see why i'm insane about him. there's more evidence for some of my points (like ramb knowing you missed the ice key and having another creepy message for kris in a secret room) and evidence for potential counterpoints, but this post is so fucking long man.

thinking about exploring other things about him like his beef with tenna but we'll see. because this took a lot out of me LOL. anyway:

THANK YOU FOR READING!

oh and by the way, if there's a little man who doesn't fit with the other darkners telling kris to do some weird out-of-the-way shit and telling them that that's what they really want and he's talking about freedom, you should be asking questions

[katsukikitten]

Togame Jo has always been in the back of your mind and maybe that's why you accidentally text him instead of your best friend, otherwise why else would he show up to your house so late in the evening? inspired by @kingkatsuki adding onto a general "diary entry" to my blog .

A good finger fucking until I cry would fix me

A random thought you text to your friend before you toss your phone on your nightstand, groaning into your pillow with disgust over how horny you were over nothing at all.

It was just ovulation week of course, leaving you weepy and wet at your lashes and between your thighs. Dolphin shorts riding up as you reach for a shirt on the ground that you've stolen from your crush. The last time you'd seen him you'd gotten caught in the rain coincidentally near his apartment and so he invited you in until the storm passed, your clothes dried and neatly folded placed into a bag as he walked you to the train stop while you wore his shirt and sweats. You promised you'd return it nice and clean.

You both knew that was a lie.

Dressing quickly so you could finish cleaning up your apartment before dinner, take out on its way in about a half an hour and you needed to find your cash stash to tip the poor man when he got here.

Washing dishes, taking out trash, sweeping and even picking up your living room that was neglected through the week all before the doorbell rings.

Smiling as you go to open the door, ten in your hand, as you hum happily thinking about your favorite oversized meal. Except when you swing the door open the delivery man isn't there.

It's Togame, your crush.

He stands tall even as he hunches a little. Plastic bag of your delivery on the wrist of the hand in his pocket while the other idly scrolls his phone. Yours pings, the delivery driver sending a picture of the hand off, to Togame, and kind message thanking you for the large tip.

He looks up at you, just over the rim of his circular glasses that sit on the edge of his nose.

"Ya always answer the door like that, sweetheart?" He asks locking his phone as he looks you up and down, deep emerald gaze noticing his old band shirt that swallows your body. He isn't sure you're wearing anything underneath, he smiles and runs his hand through his hair to his undercut before he's pushing his way past you. Entering your apartment as if it were second nature and not his first time here.

Stopping in the genkan to shove off his geta that match his dark cotton samue paired with his flashy Shishitoren letterman jacket. Walking to the living room to set down the takeout on the kotatsu before the rummages through your cabinets for plates.

"Togame?"

"Yea?"

"What are you doing here?" With how comfortable he makes himself in your home, you almost forgot you barely know him and that you're dressed in a shirt you never returned, pulling down the hem a bit more since your shorts hardly cover your ass.

"M here to 'fix ya.'" He tilts his head at you, wondering why you're lingering by your entry way, "Like ya asked."

"Like I asked?" A cold sweat breaks out over your skin, prickling at the nape of your neck.

"Yea, wouldn't want you texting anyone else your problems sweetheart. Least not ones like that." He sets the two plates and two sets of utensils down on the counter while he opens the fridge. Delighted to find a beer bottle that he opens with his teeth, before bringing one of the glass bottles to his lips for a sip. Grabbing for the plates and returning to the living room to settle in. Tossing his glasses and jacket onto your bed that lies a few feet from the kotatsu looking over his shoulder while he makes your plate.

"Ya coming?"

"Togame...I-" You let out a shaky breath, there's no way you texted the wrong person. You texted your friend your born again virgin woes, right?

Right??!!!

"Shy now?" He chuckles, pulling out his phone, holding it up so you can see the message that he received and sure enough it reads, a good finger fucking would fix me.

"THAT-" You bap at his phone knocking it from his hands as if that could make him unsee it, make him forget all about your lewd request, "That was NOT meant for you."

"Oh?" His jade eyes are cat like, narrowing for a moment in an emotion you can't place, "Who was it meant for? Surely not someone from Bofurin."

He takes another swig from his bottle, long fingers around the neck that he tightens over the thought. He knew no one from Bofurin could please you the way Togame knew he could, especially not that one with headphones and suckers.

Togame would much rather you be sweet on Sako, least then he was a Shishitoren.

"It was meant for a friend! It was like- like a joke between girls." Your confession shouldn't make his cock twitch in his pants, he palms at it and doesn't bother to be subtle.

"Girls always talk so lewdly to each other?" Silence stretches on between you two before he cracks a devilish smile, patting at the spot next to him, "Come on, gotta get some food in ya."

With your heart beating on your ribcage you slowly sink down next to Togame, who puts on a movie the two of you would enjoy while you eat your meal. Splitting with him what was supposed to be your dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow.

It's comfortable, the silence and occasional comments on the flick takes some odd plot twist and for a moment you forget why exactly he showed up at your door.

Right up until the credits, where you try to rise with a "welp" as if to show him away.

But Togame wasn't going anywhere, crowding your space with little effort and it's only now you realize you practically sat on top of him. He didn't let you get up and there's no way you can escape now as his mouth hovers so closely to yours.

"Now," he purrs, hand moving to cup your mouth, long fingers digging into the fabric to touch your already wet hole, "lemme help you with your problem."

Roughly pressing his fingers into your cunt and swiping up to your clit in slow strokes and it makes you gasp. Fisting the navy blue fabric of his samue when he presses his mouth to yours. Kissing you with a mixture of rough and soft that leaves you a little dizzy. Domineering in a way you'd forgotten you liked, gasping against his mouth giving him entrance for his tongue to slip in. Slow swipes as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more all while he keeps that slow rough drag of his finger tips. Until he hears the squelch of your cunt and feels your arousal soaking through your shorts only then does he pull away as you whine.

Hooking his fingers into the waist band of your shorts and yanking them down and off of your ankles, pushing you to lean back against your bed frame as he crowds further. Palm on your pretty mound as his fingers repeat the same action, catching on your entrance that starts to flutter with each circle of your clit back down to your perineum. He watches your face, watches your hips twitch as you arch your back for him, your hands fisting the hem of the fabric at your waist.

Togame brings his free hand to shove his shirt over the mounds of your breasts, exposing your already hard nipples to the cool air of your apartment. Leaning over to lick a broad stripe making you clench around nothing as a shiver runs down your spine. He does it a few more times before he's pulling your nipple into his mouth. Shoving his two thick fingers into your tight cunt with enough force it makes your tits bounce and you moan loudly.

Swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before flicking it in time with his thumb that now circles your clit. Adjusting his hands so that his fingers can touch that sweet spot and his thumb can rock against your clit with each thrust of his hand.

In just a few short strokes you're starting to see stars.

"Oh fuck oh fuck. Togame, fuck ahh." You sound better than what he's imagined when he fisted his cock to the thought of you. Your name on his tongue makes his cock ache painfully in his boxer briefs, begging to be touched but that could wait.

Biting at the soft tops of your tits, leaving hickies that you'll be finding for weeks as your head jerks back. Coil in your stomach so tight you think you might snap in half.

"Togame, don't stop, fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" You sound whiny like you always do and Togame loves the sound. Lives for it and it's why he's always teasing you when you stop by Shishitoren to give the gang a lecture about not trashing the bar you work out.

It always fell on deaf ears that is until Togame made his men listen but he didn't want to think about all that right now.

He just wanted to burn the way you look creaming his fingers into his memory. Moving off your nipple with a lewd pop and silvery string that connects the two of you that he breaks with a swirl of his tongue. Looking down to see how you soak the floor and his fingers making him press into you a little harder.

"Then cum sweetheart. It's why I'm here remember?" With that you reach ecstasy, bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers with a loud moan of his name and tears collecting in your eyes, holding his gaze and if Togame wasn't in love with you before he sure as hell was now.

Watching you pant as he slows his pace just enough for you to catch your breath but let you ride out your high, loving how your cunt flutters around his fingers, trying to pull his digits back in that he steadily rocks into you.

Your manicured hands reach for his waist band, eyes trained on the outline of his long, fat cock.

"Please, 'gami." You whine, pulling at the fabric as his free hand gently pushes yours away. Green eyes tracking over pretty skin he's littered with bruises, kind replaying the way you cried out his name as he feels drool collect at the back of his throat. Pulling his fingers out until just the tips were hidden within your velveteen walls before he pushes the saliva to the tip of his tongue. Pulling his lips away from his teeth to push the spit from the wet muscle right onto your clit, not that you needed the extra lube. Messily rubbing it against the sensitive bud making you cum again with a cry and a biting grip on his forearm.

"No, no sweetheart. This is about you right now." He hums, eyes dark and trained on your face before he sets another relentless pace. Until you're slumping over and jerking back. Crying out his name over and over as fat tears fall past those pretty lashes Togame loves seeing you bat up at him when you want your way.

So into what he's doing to you he doesn't realize his boxers have become sticky until he shifts closer to you. Clinging to his skin too much for it to be only pre, turned on even more that you made him cum his fuckin pants from just your sights and sounds. Even your smell, sweet and sticking in the back of his throat making him insatiable.

"Fuck, lissen to how your cunt soundsssss." He growls, making emphases by pushing you beyond your limit so he can hear the clicking slick and cry of your cunt sucking his fingers back in when he pulls them out.

He doesn't stop until his fingers are pruned and cramping in your cunt that has been spasming non stop for the past five minutes, your throat sounds dry from your moaning and selfishly he thinks he could spit onto your tongue to help you alleviate your pain.

Looking up to see your debauched face, brows furrowed, lip pouting and tears of beyond overstimulation that makes him ease you down into slow ruts til his fingers are just in you. Half smothering you as he crowds your space, slowly pulling out his fingers and lightly tapping your clit as he leaves your glistening folds making you yelp.

Lips at your throat, leaving soft nips and nosing at your racing pulse, "Deep breath."

His voice is soft and it makes you dizzy, slowly pulling in breath until you feel a little more clear headed. Clinging to him slightly and he pulls you closer halfway on his lap so you can curl into his throat. Breathe in his cologne and hopefully think about him as much as he thinks about you.

Little does he know...

"Hmm, but you didn't get to have any fun." You pout, now real tears collecting in your eyes that have him chuckling again. Pressing his lips gently to yours before pulling himself away from you reluctantly.

"Oh I did." He presses his sensitive spent cock roughly through his pants until you can hear a muted squelch.

Suddenly there are hearts in your eyes, looking up at him and pushing him onto his back. Pulling his pants down until they sit midway on his hairy thighs, leaning over to lick the spent cum from his soft cock and if you weren't careful would quickly get hard. Your hand placed firmly on his sternum to keep him from getting up as your tongue travels to his heavy sac.

Togame just lies back, staring up at your ceiling, hand coming to circle yours until he's "clean" wishing you had texted him by accident months ago.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Caught in a Tight Space

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader, & Clint in the Vent

Word Count: 725

Summary: Clint gets stuck in a vent above Steve’s room. He hears more than he wants to.

Warnings: Smut, P in V, Clint stuck in a vent.

A/N: Avengers Spring Bingo. @avengers-assemble-bingo and #AASpring. Square: Clint in the vent. Card # AAS 008

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @late-to-the-party-81 & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog, and thank you @late-to-the-party-81 for the header.

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Clint’s climbing through the vents as usual through the Avengers Compound, trying to get his training in. He was currently distracted by the tower gossip involving you and Steve Rogers. Were you both an item? He crawls right instead of left at a junction and by the time he knows it, the vent has gotten smaller leaving him currently stuck. 

“Uh, FRIDAY, can you send word to someone that I’m stuck? I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.”

“Of course, Mr. Barton. Sending message now,” the AI responds.

“Thanks,” he says, before grumbling to himself. “I can’t believe I got myself in this position in the first place. Guess all I can do is wait for someone to arrive.”

Running through the hallways, you and Steve are trying not to get caught on camera together. Quickly, you both enter his bedroom and you jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his trim waist. Steve easily takes you down onto the bed and you both roll around kissing each other. Clothes are shed and your breathing speeds up as lean fingers trace purposeful patterns over your skin. 

“Captain Rogers, I need to inform you about Mr. Barton,” FRIDAY suddenly interrupts but Steve cuts the AI off.

“FRIDAY, please don’t disturb us unless it’s an emergency,” he calls out.

“As you wish, Captain Rogers,” the AI responds in its usual neutral tone and with that the pair of you continue.

“Oh god, Steve,” you say between kisses. “I need you inside of me.”

“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll fuck you and that needy pussy of yours real good into the bed.” Steve and you strip until you’re both naked and he slaps your ass playfully as you get on your hands and knees for him. Steve runs his already hard cock through your wet pussy a few times before he pushes into you easily. 

“Fuck,” Steve says, amazed as always at how tight and wet you are for him.

Both of you groan out in pleasure as Steve sets a hard and fast pace. Every thrust inside your pussy has you moaning out his name. His grip on your hips will probably leave bruises in the morning but he doesn’t care – all he wants to do is fuck you into the mattress. 

“Call me Captain, sweetheart.” Steve’s voice drops an octave to his commanding Captain voice.

“Fuck me, Captain. You feel so good…”

It’s then that Steve swears he hears Clint’s voice and his pace slows. “Did you hear that?”

Impatient, you push your ass against him and start fucking yourself on his cock. “Hear what? All I hear is us,” you giggle as Steve growls and returns to his punishing pace. 

Harder and faster, skin slaps against skin as the room is filled with both your moans and Steve’s grunts. Steve’s trying to focus on you and your pleasure when he hears a ‘help’ and some banging around. He pulls out of you and looks around his room. 

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought you were going to fuck me into the bed?” You pout, uncertain as to why he’s stopped.

“I hear someone. I think. In the vents.”

You look around the room and listen but you don’t hear anything. At least, not at first, but then you do – banging coming from the ceiling. You quickly pull on your panties and Steve’s t-shirt, while he pulls his boxer briefs on.

“FRIDAY, what’s the noise coming from the ceiling?” Steve asks the AI. 

“As I tried to mention earlier, Mr. Barton is stuck in one of the ventilation vents. He got turned around during one of his training sessions.” 

You were looking up at the ceiling and now you knew Clint was up there, you  could hear him more, although whatever he was saying still wasn’t clear. “FRIDAY, can you tell us what he’s saying?”

The comms came on in the room and you can hear Clint cussing. “Son of a bitch. I knew you two were up to something for weeks, but I didn’t guess this. Looks like I owe Nat fifty bucks. Now, if you're finally done, can you get me out of here?”

Steve’s face grows pink from embarrassment. “Yeah…let me ummm… get Tony down here so we can get you out.”

Looks like yours and Steve’s secret is out now. 

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Saying goodbye to my writing (for now, maybe)

This is me biting the bullet because if I don’t do it now I won’t do it. This needs to be done. After yesterday, my choice was ultimately decided.

I’ve loved writing in here for the past 8 months, I’ve loved reading everything that others have created, I’ve loved becoming friends with all of my mutuals and followers who’ve supported me, I’ve loved being apart of this community.

I’ve come so far in the short months that I’ve been on here. I am so grateful to have been apart of this. But I genuinely think that I am done. I no longer feel motivated. I feel like I have no fresh ideas, the ones that I thought were great weren’t that great at all. I’m hating everything that I’ve posted and although I am grateful for everyone, I see this blog going no where from this point. I almost feel like I’m going backwards. I’m sorry if things have been left unfinished. Clear indication of where my head is at. I hate looking at the number of my drafts and seeing what I have incomplete, but they’re going to have to sit there for now.

I want to thank my mutuals who have been there for me forever I love each of you so much. You’re all so talented. I’ll still be around, just to read what your brilliant minds curate. And if you’ve also decided to take a step back from writing, my DMs are always open to talk. 🩵

@cherrywriterrr @whytheylosttheirminds @writingroom21 @rafesplaymate @ivysprophecy @rafesteddy @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @inthelibrarybtw @maybejj @papercranesandinkstains @angel06babysworld @starkeygirlposts @starkeynation @drewsephrry @drewssgirl @frankoceanluvr11 @rafescokewhore @memoirofasparklemuff1n @angelicameron @rafecameronssl4t @zyafics @moondustbaby @anacamofficial @itneverendshere @httpsdrewstarkey @kieeslove @leather-n-velvet @littlelamy @rafeysvenicebitch @nemesyaaa @maybankslover @cokewithcameron

Same goes for any of my followers. You are always able to come and talk with me. Just because I am stopping writing anything else does not mean that I want to shut off from here completely. I love every single one of you. MY DMS ARE ALWAYS OPEN.

I’m hoping that I get over this hump because I genuinely love writing. Just right now this feels like the best step for me. I could ramble on for hours, but this is where my heart is at the moment. I’ll probably keep coming back and adding mutuals in or more words.

Also

Please never be this type of person, to those who take the time to put their hearts and hard work into their writing. This is a decision that I’ve been battling with for a while now and getting messages like this:

don’t help with anything. And then when you try to back pedal and say this:

you’re not just asking. You were very clear in your original ask what you thought of my work. Why would you think I would want to continue? Why would you think that comment would make me or anyone feel good about what they do? Then when I sit here and defend myself I get this:

None of this has anything to do what I’ve been going through. But all of this yesterday only helped to solidify my decision. I’ve seen too many amazing talented people run off this app or broken down over the dumbest things. Anons complain about everything and can be so nasty. You don’t know what the one thing with be that will make a person hate what the used to love. It’s not that hard to be a nice person.

[fatphobiabusters]

Hello. I’ve never sent a message on here before, although I’ve been following for awhile, but I was hoping I could vent a bit (anonymously, if possible. Thanks.). So I came across a disgusting YouTube video (channel name is Asmongold Clips so people can avoid it) where a guy mocked a fat airline passenger and joked about essentially locking fat people up in concentration camps to lose weight, all while using very dehumanizing language. Against my better judgment, I left a reply (my first-ever YouTube comment at that) since I didn’t come across anyone calling him out. I immediately got attacked for it, and while I’ve gained a lot more confidence in myself and my ability to handle offensive things ever since coming across blogs like this, it still bothered me. Probably doesn’t help that I’m also autistic as well as a minor and can’t process things like this very well. Not long after this, I also heard that leaving comments on any kind of YouTube video supposedly gives the channel money if it’s over a certain amount of words. I’m not positive if this is true, but it left me feeling guilty/worried. I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to see what your all’s thoughts are on this and if I handled it well, or if there are better ways of dealing with things like this. Thanks for listening, and sorry if it became a bit rambling. Also, know that I really appreciate this blog; it’s helped a lot.

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Mod squirrel:

People in the youtube comments are uniquely out of pocket and Im not sure why. To be frank no one will listen if they want a fight. If you leave a comment you do it on the off chance someone else relates but not in hopes of changing minds. Ive actually disabled notifications for comment replies because I argue too much in YT comments. I try a one and done approach with comments and dont wait around or care if someone who can't even upload a pfp has to say.

All that said:

You aren't obligated to fight every battle. Its definitely a skill that has to be trained up. You can leave a dislike and move on. Like I said youtube doesn't work for changing minds in the comments. If you want to make comments look into disabling the notifications for replies, say your peace and not look back.

The money thing I have no idea. I thought everything was about views and retention time. Either way thats not your burden. You can try the dislike button instead (at a minimum this teachers the algorithm what you don't want to see giving you more peace, hopefully).

And because this got me thinking: I dont suggest minors going full face forward like, say Greta Thunberg. As sad as it is to say. Any minor, on any issue, leave it to the adults because these bigots and trolls can be vile. You can support and stuff but dont become the "face" of anything. Being swatted or something is a possibility and I especially don't want any minors getting caught up in that. You can help in other ways but yall gotta stay safe. Greta has had absolutely horrid things said about her and if you want to care about issues there's levels between 1 and 100.

The occasional youtube comments won't put a target on you. That level of stuff is fine. Reading books and educating yourself is a foundational level that can take years.

I dont think you, anon, specifically are going to run off to do something wild but your ask got me thinking about how in movies there's always the teen who wants to save the world. Today's digital climate is so murky and dangerous. Its a balance between safety and realizing your full activism goals.

Anyway a bit of a tangent there.

Tldr you're doing great, you didn't do anything wrong. 🫂

[conelluwrites]

namgyu demanding you say his name during sex is so real I loved that detail in your latest fic. Could you please write phone sex with toxic ex namgyu where he asks for you back and is desperate with the same “say my name” possessive vibe?

You'll Be My Downfall (Still I'll Call, I'll Call, I'll Call)

Ao3 link

Requests open!

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Nothing aside from what's in the request (toxicity, possessive behavior, phone sex, Nam-gyu behavior lol)

Other: Had a ton of fun with this one!! I love my lil jerk sm. I've never wrote phone sex before, I hope I got the idea right. The fact that two people I care about and have known for months asked me for a link to this blog got me tweaking lol

Breaking up with Nam-gyu wasn’t easy to do.  He made it hard in every possible way- making her reliant on him, breaking her down, and keeping her on a metaphorical leash.  So when she left while he was at work, he was furious.  He didn’t have time for this bullshit, he needs to get off and using his hand isn’t nearly as satisfying as using her tight cunt.  She ignores his calls, his texts, even ignores the bombardment of messages he gets his friends to send her.  Fuck that whore, who needs her anyway?  He crawls onto his bed not bothering to take off his clothing or get into pajamas and scrolls through the countless videos he has of his girlfriend- er, ex-girlfriend, he supposes.  He fishes his cock from his jeans and boxers and loses himself in her calls of his name and breathy moans.  He’s gone within minutes, spilling himself onto his fist.  He sneers and wipes it on the sheets, rolling over to the opposite side and going to bed.

That’s his routine for the next couple weeks- wake up, go to work, come home, message and call her, jerk off to their homemade porn, and sleep.  Of course he tries to drown his thoughts in other bitches at the club and whores his friends set him up with, but nothing scratches his itch.  Hell, he finds himself just sending the poor women home instead of pounding into their pussies recklessly.  Fuck, she’s really ruined him.  He hates her, really fucking hates her.

Except he doesn’t, he can’t bring himself to hate her.  Not truly, at least.  He despises the way she makes him feel, hates the way she haunts his every thought, dislikes the way the bed feels empty without her soft body next to him.  But he knows, deep down, that it all cycles back to the fact he loved her- no, he loves her.  The messages he sends her alternates between threatening and hatefilled and desperate and loving.

Today’s the day, he decides midway through his shift.  He’s disgusted with the way women are touching him, disgusted with the way they purr and rub his arm, disgusted, disgusted, disgusted.  Today she’ll respond to him, it’s been fourteen straight days of him messaging her and she hasn’t blocked him on any platform.  Time ticks by so damn slowly until he’s able to get home.  He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs, pulling out his phone and typing out a quick message.  It’s some real mushy pussy shit, he hates himself for it but he can’t stop himself.

“Listen, whore, I know you’re reading this shit so respond already.  You know I hate being ignored so why the hell are you doing this to me now?  I can see the stupid fucking seen at the bottom of the messages, I can see you posting.  What, are you fucking some other dude now?  I knew you were nothing more than a loose slut.  Dumb cunt, you’re worthless, you know that?  You’re lucky that I don’t know where the hell you’re at.  I’d make you regret ever fucking leaving me.  Leaving me while I’m at work, what a damn pussy.  Lucky bitch.”

“Baby please, please just respond to me.  I can’t stand this anymore.  I can’t go on without you.  I need to know you’re okay.  We can meet up, right?  Can we?  I’d love to see you in person again.  You’re so pretty in those pictures you’ve been posting, makes me realize I took you for granted.  Please, baby girl.  Please?  I’ll do anything to get you back in my life.”

“Made it home.  Couldn’t stand those loose bitches at the club grinding on me.  Miss you so damn much, wish I could touch you again.  Love you, baby.  Gonna call you, pick up this time.  I think we can make something good happen.”

It’s short, but it’s also straight to the point.  It’s good enough he figures as he pulls his pants off and gets in the bed, pulling the sheets over his body.  He knows today it’ll work out, today she’ll pick up, today she’ll come back to him.

Seen

He rolls to his back, putting the phone on speaker and staring up at the ceiling.  Fuck, he’s whipped.

He immediately hits the call button when he sees that she’s opened the message, there’s no time to waste.

“C’mon, just pick up already.” Nam-gyu grunted as he held the phone in one hand.  “Dumb bitch, wastin’ my time.”  He rolls his eyes, sending a message to her.  He knows she’s looking at her phone, she’s gotta be.  There’s no way she already put her phone down.

When she picks up, he feels his heart jump and stutter.

“What is it, Nam-gyu.”  Her voice cuts through the silence, she doesn’t sound tired, just fed up.  “I’m busy.”

Busy sucking some other guy’s dick, he thinks to himself before shaking his head.  He can’t afford to let himself think like that right now.  “Finally,” he breathes out.

Another stretch of silence.  He can envision her, laying on whatever couch she’s crashing on and covered up with a blanket.  It makes his heart ache, he never knew he would be yearning for some woman and not just for her hot cunt but for her entire being.

“Listen, please don’t hang up.  I just- just say my name again.” He breaks the silence himself, he knows it’s a fucking weird request and that he should be berating her for being a dumb bitch.  But at this moment, he just wants to hear her sweet voice say his name again.  Preferably not sounding exasperated, but he’ll take what he can get.

“Nam-gyu?”

Yes…  Fuck, there it is.  His name falling from her lips.  He can feel it take effect on his cock instantly, it twitches in his green boxers.  He cups himself, his eyes closing as he imagines the way she used to look at him when he’d come home from work.  The way she would wrap herself around him when he crashed on the bed and whisper filthy, wicked things into his ear.

“Are you high or something?”

“Not this time, baby girl.  Just need you so bad right now.”

She feels a weird twist in her stomach at his voice, the tone is edging on needy and it marks her want to reach through the phone and reassure him in a way that will only lead him to shoving her off of him and saying he’s no damn woman, he doesn’t need her sweet shit.

“You need me too, don’t you?”  His voice is smooth, soothing, and tempting.  He knows what he’s doing.  “Say it, baby, say you need me.  I know you need me, babe, it’s okay.” The more he talks, the harder he gets. “C’mon, darlin’...”

“Nam-gyu, I-” she begins, her voice catching.  She wants to hang up, wants to tell him to fuck off and let her heal, but fuck…  Is it so wrong to give in to what he wants?  It’s just one time right?  She knows the rest of the house she’s crashing at are passed out so there’s no chance of her getting caught if she slides her free hand into her shorts.

“Good girl.”  His damn smirk is evident through the phone as if he knows what’s going on with her.  It’s not hard to believe, after she became so reliant on him- and he became begrudgingly reliant on her- he can read her like a book even when she’s not physically with him.  “Say it now, please?  For me?”  

“I need you.”  She breathes out, her fingers skillfully rubbing her dampening cunt.  

Fuck- he nearly groans at her whispered words.  “Fuck yeah, you do. You need me, baby girl.” He palms his cock, grunting in a way that’s barely audible for her to hear but it sends a sharp thrill through her spine regardless.  “Need your Nam-gyu so bad, dontcha?”  He fishes his cock from his boxers and pumps lotion onto his hand.

“I do, I do, I do.”  She whispers like a prayer, hearing the first pump of his lotioned hand on his cock through the phone.

“Say my name, say it for me- I need t’hear it.”

“Nam-gyu, fuck, Nam-gyu… My Nam-gyu.”

He almost whimpers at the words like some soft bitch, he hates it but he loves it.  “My baby girl…”

That evokes a strong reaction from her, a low moan leaving her as she moves her panties to the side and gives a glance to the hallway just in case someone wakes up.  No one’s awake, no one is listening, it’s just her and him.  She hisses as her finger traces up her slit to her clit.  He laughs softly, “just like that, my girl- so proud of you, hm?  Touching that sweet little pussy for me.”

“I am.” She coughs out, biting her bottom lip as her hips buck upwards as she circles her clit while hearing his hand pump languidly on his cock.  He rubs his thumb over his sensitive head and swipes the pre cum that builds up.

“I bet you miss my big, thick cock, huh?  Miss the way it stretched that perfect pussy open.”

“I do.”

“I miss the way you feel, baby girl.”

There’s a moment of silence between them, small pants and gasps leaving them both as they think of each other.

“Wish you were fuckin’ me, Nam-gyu.  Wish that cock was spreading my cunt open.  Wanna feel it again.”  She rambles out, “Miss the way you hold my thighs apart to watch yourself sink into me.”

“Louder.  Let that damn loser pussy you’re crashing with hear you.”

“Yeah?” His voice is strained, his hand stuttering on his cock.  She sounds so damn amazing as she speaks, the way she mewls like a cute lil kitten. “I wish I could taste your cunt right now, feel your squirm as I lap up your nectar and hold those precious hips down.  Make sure you know what you’ve been missin’ out on.” He grunts hard, his hips moving in sync with his hand.

She lets out a soft fuck, her eyes fluttering closed as she imagines her ex-boyfriend eating her out like she’s a damn feast and he hasn’t ate in days.  He rarely ate her out when they were together, but when he did he was a fucking master at it.

She whines, his words pushing her closer to the edge at the mere idea of the guy she’s staying with hearing her.  “Fuck…”  It’s a stammered word, her eyes opening back up so she can swipe through the pictures she has of Nam-gyu on her phone until it lands on her favorite. It’s not sexual, it’s just a candid shot of him mid laugh, but goddamn…

“My name.  Now.  Say it.”  He can barely get out the demands as his breathing turns harsher.  His grip is almost painful around his cock as he bites into the collar of his shirt.  His own phone is on videos of his cock pumping in and out of her sweet mouth, drool dripping down her chin and onto her awaiting hands.  She's pretty, as perfect as a picture even in her ruined state with his hands tangled up too tight in her hair.

Her back arches off the couch as she groans out his name and tries to speak a couple times before she’s able to properly beg for him, “I need it, I need your cum.  Keep pumping that cock for me until you come.  I miss you, fuck, I miss you.”

“Nam-gyu,” she chokes out, dipping two fingers into her glistening cunt to seek out that sweet spot in her.  She finds it easily, her practiced fingers massaging the gummy spot until her thighs are trembling.  “Come for me, Nam-gyu.  I’m gon’ come for you.  Don’t hold back, ‘kay?  Please…” She hates being vocal right now, hates the way her voice echoes around the living room.

“That’s it, that’s it…  Say it again.  Beg for my cum, baby girl.”

“Damn right you do, you need that load.  Need it right in your damn cunt, don’t you.”  His hand on his cock is so fucking loud, his gorans and grunts bouncing off the walls of his messy bedroom.

“I-!!”  She can’t get the words out before her orgasm crashes over her.  Her cum coating her fingers and hand as she fucks herself through her climax.

“We on for tomorrow, baby girl?  Gonna meet me at the stupid cafe you love so much?  Let me take you back home and show you what you’ve really been missing?”

He moans out a whimpering fuck, shit, goddamn, and then his pulsing cock lets loose.  It dribbles down his shaft, covers his hand, but he can’t stop.  He pumps his cock until he’s milked dry.

A soft, breathy laugh leaves her as she buries her nose into the blanket.  She knows she needs to get up and clean herself, but her legs feel like jello.  She’s not close to taking him back, not fully, not after the way he treated her, but right now she does have to admit she misses the way he’d throw an arm over her body and tuck her in close like he was terrified she would disappear after coming.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

So, obviously the answer is "George Lucas didn't plan ahead" but I've always wondered something about Obi-Wan and Yoda and their reaction, or lack thereof, to Leia being in danger. Or, more bluntly, how Leia is not as much of a priority as Luke is to them.

I mean, isn't she supposed to be the back-up in case Luke fails? But, in both ANH and EMSB Obi-Wan and Yoda seem more nonchalant when she's in peril. They are laser focused on Luke and Leia is more of an afterthought. Wouldn't it make more sense to get them both trained as Jedi, so if one fails the other can just pick up where the other left off?

Caveat

As you note, Lucas didn't plan for that. Leia wasn't his sister at all until Empire Strikes Back was written, something that has been a spicy topic since it was revealed.

As a result, bit hard for Leia to have been treated as Luke's sister... in a film where she wasn't intended to be his sister.

Back to Obi-Wan and Yoda

But this is the blog where we ignore all of that stuff.

And the thing is... neither Obi-Wan nor Yoda were all that keen on training Luke either.

We see in the prequel series that the Jedi are incredibly leery of training anyone who falls outside the typical margins. Even if you have tons of Force, if you're too old or too volatile they don't want to tell you how to use it. The last thing they want is a Force user with enough knowledge to really go off the handle if they're unsuited for life as a Jedi. Better not to give them that equipment at all.

That's the mindset that Yoda and Obi-Wan have had instilled into them from day 0... and it's something that blew up in their face with Anakin Skywalker. Obi-Wan insisted Anakin be trained due to Qui-Gon's wishes, Yoda reluctantly agreed to it while privately thinking "this could go bad :/, but also leaving him to his own devices could go worse :(" And lo and behold, Anakin becomes a Sith and is so bad he destroys the Jedi Order, murders all the children, and ruthlessly hunted down every survivor.

And as a result, we see a hesitation to train Luke, let alone Leia.

Luke grows up on Tatooine, completely clueless, until he confronts what he only knows as "old hermit Ben" about rescuing Leia. Obi-Wan's reaction is to sigh deeply as he sees Leia begging him personally to save her, and very sadly tell Luke that actually his father was a Jedi and old comrade of his (don't ask questions). Then Luke's family is murdered and now Luke has nowhere to go/nothing to do except go on this journey to rescue Princess Leia. But it's only when they're on their way that Obi-Wan begins to reluctantly train Luke in the Force... And even then, it's just a few days of teaching and the very very very very basics.

Obi-Wan dies before he can get serious about training Luke, and then Luke is told to go find Yoda.

Yoda, meanwhile, has been a hermit in a swamp for decades. He takes one look at Luke and says "mmmmmm, no". He has to be all but bullied into training Luke and then, well, Luke runs off to save his friends long before he can complete his training.

In a way, I'd argue Leia is far more of a priority to Obi-Wan and Yoda. She was placed with Bail Organa, is now a part of a royal family and a key political figure, she is a key figure of the resistance as well.

Luke was supposed to stay in the backwaters of Tatooine and never, ever, ever be found. Maybe he'd get trained in the Force *someday* but that someday seemed increasingly distant, and, well, it'd be putting a needless target on Luke's back.

Things didn't work out like that, however, because Leia was captured and Luke happened to be the one to get the message. If someone else had delivered that message, Luke probably wouldn't have been involved with the story at all.

The thing also about Luke is that they knew Vader knew he'd had one child. Luke is, well, the one who more obviously looks like his father. (Now why they put him with Anakin's fucking relatives through his mother's marriage on Tatooine is a mystery for another time, but Anakin didn't find him so it works out I guess).

They did not want him figuring out that Leia is his daughter. Training Leia in the Force would be a surefire way to clue Vader into the fact that Leia is his daughter. She's too public, too involved in the resistance, and all Anakin would have to do is remember that his wife was good friends with Bail Organa to realize where his baby who might not be dead went.

Again, maybe Leia shouldn't have been given to such a public figure with ties to Anakin's wife--but don't worry about that, that's not important.

What is important is that I can see why they concluded it would be a horrible idea to train Leia and would get her/the entire royal family of Alderaan murdered.

At least Luke is hanging out in the outer ring, in the backwater of the galaxy, and even then they don't train him until he's in his twenties and they don't have much choice in the matter.

TL;DR Obi-Wan and Yoda are not Albus Dumbledore, there didn't appear to be some grand plan to raise the twins to defeat their father where they hyperfocused on Luke to do it for some reason. Luke wasn't trained until very very very late and barely knew who Ben Kenobi even was.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello there! I've been subscribed to your blog for a long time; I remember loving your writing and theories! And even though I haven't played for 2 years, last week twst nostalgia suddenly hit me and I've started rewatching main story of the game :D (Though I haven't read it all still...). It made me think about something, and I'd like to see your opinion on the matter if that's alright. If something similar was already asked and I missed that, please feel free to ignore my message.

So, hypothetically speaking, if a NRC student gets bullied and asks Azul for help to deal with bullies, is there a chance that, considering his backstory, he might be a liiiitle bit more lenient and prone to name the price for his services lesser than he usually sets? Or do you believe it depends too much on what kind of relationship he and the person asking him for help have? (For example, Azul will be lenient only if he and that person are good acquaintances, or have some kind of pre-established rapport at least maybe?). What kind of other factors could contribute in this as well? I hope my question is understandable and coherent enough, I am not a native English speaker >< Have a lovely day!

Ayyy, welcome back ^^

As for your question… I don’t think Azul would be more lenient with a client that is a victim of bullying. There’s several reasons I feel this way:

1. It sets a bad precedent. If Azul is “soft” with one client, there’s a chance word will spread and other clients will start demanding he lower the costs for them too. People will come in with all the wrong expectations. It’s the whole “give them an inch and they’ll walk a mile” thing. This would make future deals unnecessarily annoying.

2. It messes with his carefully cultivated image. He’s supposed to be impartial with each and every single one of his clients. What does it say about him if he breaks this clause? Azul will come off as unprofessional, biased, and even weak. Like what if someone hears about the deal he cut with the bullying victim because he pities them? Azul wants to come off as tough, not sentimental. And if he comes off as sentimental, what’s stopping others from digging deeper into him and trying to locate other insecurities and weak points?

3. Azul has already demonstrated that he gives no mercy to those similar to him. He believes that his past self is weak and pathetic, hence why he tries so desperately to erase his past. Azul has also developed into a bully and an opportunist himself in modern day. This leads me to think that if he were to come across someone similar to his past self, he’d think them easily exploitable instead of someone he should support. We see this implied in his dynamic with Yuuta Mito, the Yuu for the Episode of Octavinelle manga. Although not explicitly pointed out in the narrative, we do see many parallels between Yuuta and past!Azul: they’re overweight, have a parent that runs a restaurant, and love eating good food. Even if Azul isn’t familiar with the particulars of Yuuta’s background, the fact remains that 1) he can relate to Yuuta based on physique alone and 2) Yuuta would have experienced similar bullying by mobs (and arguably Ace, Riddle, etc.) that game!Yuu does; these are both very similar to Azul’s own experiences. But what happens? Azul still doesn’t cut Yuuta any slack and is willing to make him go homeless anyway.

4. Even without his childhood trauma, he does not seem to spare others. In his book 7, we see a potential scenario in which Azul was never bullied as a child. Despite this happier background, Azul still chooses to bully land dwellers (land dwellers that, mind you, did/said nothing to provoke him or to warrant this treatment).

5 Azul is primarily concerned with accumulating things of value for himself. Greed is a huge aspect of his character (especially if we’re talking pre-OB era Azul); having all his contracts sanded is, after all, what triggers his OB. I think he’d be much less concerned with the circumstances of others.

If it sounds like I’m overthinking this, it’s because I am 😂 and because Azul, too, overthinks + considers the future in decisions he makes in the present. For example, he refuses to sign any contracts until he has read it over multiple times and understands all of its terms and conditions, such as the NDA in book 6. He also refuses to accept extremely valuable clothes because he worries he will be put in a position where he owes someone else an immense debt (in Tapis Rouge/Red Carpet Cadets). Overthinking IS Azul’s modus operandi.

If we want to consider other factors, personal familiarity with the client is definitely one—but I don’t mean it as in, “he’d be more lenient with a friend”. I mean it like, “he would cut a kinder deal with a repeat customer”. You know, to thank them for their business and to incentivize them to keep coming back.

Other factors to consider (although by no means is this an exhaustive list) might be:

Number of bullies that need to be “dealt with” (more bullies -> higher payment demanded)

Severity of bullying (just some name calling would be less effort to fix; this would not be so if the bullying was much more intense)

Form of bullying (verbal, physical, cyber, etc.; this would impact just how much effort, and what kind of it, Azul has to apply to solve the issue)

Identity of the bullies (if it’s an Octavinelle student or a freshman, they may be easier for Azul to intimidate; if the bullies are wealthy/powerful or of high status, like a dorm leader, they would be harder to deal with)

Client’s requests (what do they actually want, in terms of “dealing” with the bullies?)

Client’s desperation (Azul could milk this to get more payment out of them)

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Indefinite hiatus

I was toying with writing up a long post about what running this blog has meant to me over the years and why I'm stepping away for the foreseeable future, but that feels too dramatic for what's really just me saying "I'm not going to be on tumblr for at least the rest of the year". So, I'll just say I'm not going to be on tumblr for at least the rest of the year.

Okay, actually I have a bunch more to say, but it'll be under the cut.

Politics sucks. And paying attention to it, even in the reduced way I've been paying attention to it over the last few years, is hard. You end up spending so much of your supposedly free time thinking about things you can't change, getting mad about things you can't change, and getting depressed when the people who can change things just keep going in the wrong direction. Even when good things happen, it's just a matter of a few days before something bad happens once again. And vice versa. It's an endless cycle of hope, despair, resignation. Rinse and repeat, and triple speed that cycle during an election year. And I'm tired of it. I'm tired of spending every other year worried about what's going to happen on one day in November. I'm tired of hearing a piece of news and automatically composing a post about it or running through 20 different responses I might give to asks I might get about it in my head.

Everyone I know who doesn't pay attention to politics (or at least doesn't run a social media page dedicated to it) seems to enjoy their live a lot more than I currently do. Which sounds way more dramatic than what's actually going on, which is mainly that I want to get to a place where I just don't care. I want the world and its problems to flow off my back instead of weighing it down. I want to stop thinking about what people on the internet might say about something I haven't even posted yet. And that can't happen while I'm tied to this blog. So I'll be staying away from it for at least the rest of the year.

I did have a good time with this blog. I've met a bunch of really awesome people, some who are sadly no longer with us (RIP Blue), and some who I think will carry on the "fight" way better than I ever did. This isn't an admission of defeat, or pessimism about the election. Even if Trump wins, and I truly think he will if we have a fair election, I still won't be back this year. But I'll still vote and I'll still be proud that my silly little tumblr blog had an impact on some people's lives. I may not have the reach of a Tucker Carlson or a Glenn Beck, but I've gotten a lot of messages from people who said they changed their minds about an issue, or even politics in general, because of things I said, and that counts for something. If you guys take anything away from me, I want it to be this: Even the smallest impact matters. It doesn't matter if you only ever reach one person and then stop, reaching that one person is enough. Changing one vote is enough. Changing one mind is enough.

To all my mutuals, you guys are the best. I truly hope you have wonderful lives and I'm sad I won't get to see your names on my dash everyday anymore. To anyone I've ever followed or reblogged from, I couldn't have had a blog without you, so thank you. Yes, even the leftiod psychos, XD. To everyone else, find your own balance and never give into despair and never listen to people who tell you not to try. Even a failed effort is still more meaningful than sitting back and mocking people for trying to improve even the smallest thing about themselves or the world around them.

I won't be logging back in after I post this, so any messages or asks you send, I won't see. I'll still be active (or as active as I ever am) in my discord, so feel free to join there if you want to. It should still be my pinned post, but if it isn't, I'll edit this with a new invite link.

And that's all I've got to say for now.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Devil Wears Armani 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you’re the CEO’s new PA and you find the work too much to handle. (short!reader)

Characters: Tony Stark, this reader is known as Georgie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

—posting to the correct blog lol—

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

The appletini at girls' night does little to ease you through a restless night. You’re not a traveller. You’ve never flown before. The only reason you have a passport is it was required for the job. You didn’t expect to actually use it. 

You give into consciousness around 3am and double check your bag for everything you need. You forego your usual coffee as you fear an anxious bladder adding to your addled state. You still can’t figure out why Mr. Stark told you to come along. You don’t have anything blocked into his calendar. He’s had weekend meetings before but you usually pop into zoom to take notes and nothing else. 

You spare the fare for a cab as the streetcar isn’t in service yet and you don’t feel like venturing into the underground at this hour. The ride is swift in the dead streets of the city. You don’t think you’ve ever seen them so empty. 

You arrive at the airport and realise you’re missing a very important piece. A boarding pass? Terminal information? Any sort of direction to find where you need to be. Well, it never hurts to ask for help even if you don’t get it. 

You enter and go to the counter. The woman behind it looks tired as dark rings stain her sockets and she fixes her smile to greet you. You nervously clench your jaw and exhale through your nose. 

“Hi, I... I’m supposed to be flying, er, private? I work for Tony Stark?” You creak out through your dry throat. You need water. 

“Mr. Stark?” She lowers her brow, “do you have proof of employment?” 

“Erm, yeah,” you unhook your keyring from your purse and shove it towards her. Your company ID is hooked onto the cluster of novelty attachments and keys. 

“I need to make a call,” she says as she examines your identification. 

Great. 

You bob nervously on the other side of the counter as the attendant speaks quietly into the speaker. Your phone buzzes and you jingle the keys as you find it. Stark has sent you a simple message; ‘Terminal 1, tarmac. Now.’ 

As you peek up over the counter, the woman hangs up. “You need to head up to Terminal 1. Find an employee there, in a white shirt like mine, and show them this.” She kits a few keys and her printer grinds with great effort. She hands you a boarding pass but most of it is empty. There’s only a code at the bottom. 

You thank her and head off. You scramble through security, walking through the scanner as your bag rides the conveyor through and x-ray. You retrieve your things on the other side and run off to reach Mr. Stark before he gets too impatient. He’s probably already agitated. 

You check your watch. It’s only 5:01am. You’re on time, right? 

You follow the signs to terminal one and find a large man standing by a ramp entrance. You approach him and show him the pass. He points you to another employee at the far end as he talks over his walkie talkie to them. You cross the tiled floor to meet the man and he beckons you towards another ramp. 

You’re led down to the tarmac and left to shuffle across it on your own. You’re only told to approach big jet waiting by a tower set of stairs. There’s an attendant at the bottom who greets your brightly and you show the pass again.  

“Mr. Stark is expecting you. May I take your bag?” She offers. 

“No thank, I can handle it,” you nod and lift the bag off its wheels. 

You climb a stair at a time and pass another attendant at the top. She directs you to leave your bag in the front carriage and you roll it behind the wall of webbing there. You turn to the ivory curtain and peek through tentatively. The movement of fabric draws Mr. Stark’s gaze from his phone. 

“Get in here,” he demands, “about time, George. I was about to fall asleep.” 

You push through and near him, “sir, did you need coffee?” 

“They got the long-legged ones for that,” he waves away your offer with his lecherous allusion to the pretty, tall attendants. “Sit.” 

You look at the chair on the other side of the table, across from him, and you hesitate. You lower yourself into the cushy seat and cross one leg over the other, your foot bouncing anxiously. You clutch your hands together and stare at Mr. Stark. 

“You look tired as hell,” he cackles. 

“Sir, it’s early.” 

“Ah, don’t let that ruin an all-inclusive. Tell me, Georgie, a girl like you, are you jet-setting every weekend? You got billionaires flying you to the Caribbean on the reg? Didn’t think you were the popular type.” 

“No, sir, I--” you try not to wince at his insinuation. You are all too aware that you’re on the bottom rung of the ladder he sits atop of. “Thank you for this. It’s very nice of you to bring me along.” 

“You are very welcome,” he says smugly, “move.” 

He points to the seat next to him. 

“Oh, uh,” you pull your hands apart and push yourself up with the armrests, “sorry.” 

He grunts, irritated, and signals with two fingers. As an attendant approaches, you sidle around the table and in front of Stark to get to the other seat. You feel a brush on your thigh but ignore it. It’s a tight squeeze.  

He asks for an espresso as you lower yourself down. He reaches over and pinches the fabric of your pants, just at the top of your knee. He sniffs. 

“This isn’t very Caribbean-friendly. You’re gonna sweat your tits off,” he derides. 

You try not to show your embarrassment, ignoring the urge to cover your chest at his comment. Out of habit, you put on your usual attire. A cardigan, a tidy blouse, and slacks. He huffs again and tugs at the sleeve of your cardigan. 

“Get rid of this,” he demands. 

“Oh, uh...” You sit forward as you undo the single button and you shrug out of the wool. He swipes it away and tosses it on the floor.  

The attendant returns with his espresso and gathers up your cardigan as you send her an apologetic look. Stark takes his coffee and tastes it before setting it on the table. He turns to you and clucks again. You let out a squeak as he reaches to pop the top button of your blouse, then the next. You flatten yourself to the seat helplessly. 

“Better, gotta let those things breathe,” he winks and sits back with a smirk. 

[heavens-crown]

And They Were Neighbors Pt. 15

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Warnings: 18+, mention of miscarriage, angst

Robby leaves Delilah with Cherry as he makes his way to work the next morning. He didn’t tell her about the message from her uncle which he knew wasn’t great but he had every intention of telling her about it that night. Once rounds were finished Robby sat down for just a moment to try and get through some of the paperwork that had piled up. At some point Dana came up to him with a weird look on her face. 

“There’s a man in the waiting room, his name is Todd Montgomery and he’s asking to speak with you.” Dana said softly. Robby stared at her in surprise for a moment before taking his glasses off, setting them on top of his head. 

“You can let him back here,” he said, hoping he wasn’t about to regret this. “He’s Delilah’s uncle.” Dana nodded in understanding before heading back toward the waiting room. Robby groaned as he stood up, he was not looking forward to this conversation whatsoever. Todd and Dana appeared a moment later, Dana pointing to where Robby stood before walking toward another nurse. 

“Hey Robby, sorry for just showing up like this but I really needed to talk to you.” Todd said in greeting. Robby just nodded before gesturing to the staff lounge. 

“We’ll have some privacy here.” He said. As they entered the room, both settling into chairs on opposite sides of the table. Robby studied the other man closely, noting that he looked nervous. Todd looked like an older version of Shawn, the only difference being that he had dark brown hair that was lightly streaked with gray. He looked exhausted, Robby could see the dark circles under his eyes. There was an awkward moment of silence before Todd spoke. 

“I wanted to thank you for defending Delilah the way you did at dinner,” Todd paused for a moment. “Frankly none of us should have allowed things to go on for as long as they have. I should’ve seen the harm it was doing.” Robby didn’t know what exactly to say at that moment, surprised Todd wasn’t being hostile toward him. 

“Why does Mary hate Delilah so much?” Robby asked. Todd flinched a bit before letting out a sigh, raking a hand through his hair. 

“Has Delilah ever told you how her parents met?” Todd asked. When Robby shook his head no Todd simply nodded. “Charles and Elle met at a bar, they started hooking up casually and then she got pregnant with Delilah. At the same time Mary had discovered she was also pregnant. Mary never cared for Elle, claiming that she would sully the family image.” Todd took a shaky breath as he tried to find the right words. 

“The family image?” Robby asked. 

“Everyone in our family has a degree in something ‘useful’. I’m a lawyer, Shawn and Marcus run their respective businesses, Trisha is an architect, Mary is also a lawyer, and Sammi is an accountant. Charles was pre-med when he met Elle but he dropped it when he found out she was pregnant and decided to become a teacher instead,” Todd explained. “Our father was a hardass. We had to always be in some sort of sport, activity, or play an instrument. So when Elle came along with an art degree Mary looked down on her heavily for it.” 

“Is that why she looked so annoyed about Delilah talking about her art?” Todd nodded in agreement to Robby’s question. 

“She views art like that as a waste of time. Her disdain for Elle only grew when Mary lost her baby around the time Elle found out she was having a girl. It was bad enough they couldn’t even be in the same room for longer than twenty minutes without a fight breaking out. What didn’t help was that Charles was the only one standing up for Elle. It got so bad we didn’t get to meet Delilah until she was two years old.” Robby was stunned by that information, especially since Delilah seemed so close to her family. 

“What about Christmas when Delilah was ten? She said her mom and Mary got in a physical altercation.” Robby tried to keep his tone as neutral as possible, which was hard when he was still pissed about how his girlfriend had been treated.

“That was sort of the straw that broke the camels back. Charles and Elle had only really started allowing Delilah around the entire family due to my father being diagnosed with cancer. They made it clear though if we could defend Mary’s behaviour that we couldn’t see their family. Which i’m sure you know they followed through on,” Todd stared down at his hands for a moment, a pained look on his face. “I honestly don’t know why no one ever truly stood up for Delilah when Mary would target her. I don’t know if it’s because her marriage fell apart after she lost her baby or what, but we should’ve done better.”

“You all allowed an adult woman to bully a child, all because she lost her own child?” Robby couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Todd grimaced, his mouth twisting a bit at the anger in Robby’s voice. 

“I don’t think she truly hates Delilah, more so what she represents. That and Delilah is like a miniature version of Elle. It's honestly creepy sometimes. Either way we failed her, we should’ve confronted Mary sooner.”  Todd admitted. 

“You do understand that as long as I’m around Mary will not be around Delilah.” It was a statement, one which Todd didn’t look too shocked about. 

“I told Mary she needs to seek professional help,” Todd admitted quietly. “She went too far bringing Charles into it, and it made me realize that I couldn’t keep up with this ‘we’re family and family sticks together’ mentality our father instilled in us.” Robby raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing him. 

“Why did you not step in earlier?” The question held an underlying accusation. 

“I don’t know.” Was all Todd could say. The two men sat there for a moment just staring at one another. Personally Robby felt that there was something he wasn’t being told, and it pissed him off. They had stood by and allowed Mary to emotionally abuse Delilah every chance she got, and were only now attempting to defend her. In Robby’s mind it was too little too late. 

“As an outsider looking in, every single one of the adults in your family failed Delilah. You stood by as she was targeted by her aunt time and time again. For what? Resembling her mom, being born when Mary suffered a miscarriage?” Todd flinched again as Robby stared at the other man down. “If you want my opinion Todd, all of you need therapy. Clearly there's something deeper going on, and I will be damned if I allow it to harm Delilah further.” Todd didn’t have an answer, shame was clear on his face though. Before Robby could continue laying into him Dana poked her head into the room. 

“Sorry to interrupt but we need you in Trauma One.” She disappeared back out the door before Robby could answer her. They both stood staring at one another before silently leaving the room. 

Sipping her tea Delilah sighed softly when she heard her phone chime again. Cherry had left to go shopping an hour ago, leaving Delilah some needed alone time. Her family had been blowing up her phone all day. Ranging from apologies to excuses, Delilah hadn’t replied to any of them. It had always bugged her that her family never stood up for her, their main thing had been to try and keep her and Mary separated as much as possible. Which clearly didn’t work. Picking up her phone a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. 

[Robby: Just checking. I’m going to grab Thai on the way home so we can have a quiet night in.]

Warmth buzzed in her chest as she sent back a reply. He had been more attentive than usual, which was something she was still getting used to. As she waited for him to return she began working on a commissioned art piece. Art had always been a sort of release for her, something she could simply turn her mind off and be in her own little world. Delilah didn’t even notice Robby getting home a few hours later. Clearing his throat Delilah looked up a smile on her face when she spotted him with the take out bag. 

“Hey handsome, how was work?” Delilah clicked her tablet off before standing up and heading toward the kitchen where Robby was laying out the takeout. 

“Same old shit as always,” Robby chuckled, pressing a kiss to her mouth. “Your Uncle Todd came in asking to speak with me.” Delilah frowned at that. 

“What did he want?” She asked. Robby replayed their conversation watching her face as she simply stared at him. There was a moment of silence as she tried to digest the information she was given. It made more sense now why her aunt didn’t like her but it still felt weird. 

“I meant what I said about Mary not being around you,” Robby said. “I’m not going to let someone be around the woman I love if all she’s going to do is abuse you.” Delilah’s fork paused halfway to her mouth, staring at him shocked. Earlier that moment Cherry had helped her come to terms with the fact that in the last two months she had fallen in love with Robby. She just hadn���t expected him to love her back.

“You love me?” She whispered, almost afraid of the answer. Robby reached out gripping her thigh. 

“I love you Delilah.” He said smiling at her. Abandoning her takeout Delilah crawled into Robby’s lap to bury her face against his neck. They sat like that for a few minutes, Robby rubbing soothing circles on her back. 

“I love you too.” She murmured. Robby simply tightened his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. Delilah couldn’t remember the last time she had been this happy or content. They sat in silence just enjoying one another's company.

[the-himawari]

A3! Sumeragi Tenma - Translation [SSR] MANKAI Shot (1/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Misumi: Tenma sure is late~.

Muku: He should usually be home by now…

Yuki: Wouldn’t it be better to just do this tomorrow?

Kazunari: But the quicker we decide this sorta stuff the better, right?

Kumon: Yeah, we gotta account for all of our plans too.

Izumi: (Are the Summer troupe members waiting for Tenma-kun to get back home? Come to think of it, he mentioned he was filming at a remote location today.)

Kazunari: Director-chan, have you mayhaps heard anything from Tenten~?

Izumi: Nothing in particular, I’m afraid… I wonder if his shoot got delayed.

Kumon: I see~…

*door opens*

Misumi: AH! That sound!

Kumon: IT’S TENMA-SAN!!

*runs off*

Yuki: And they’re gone.

Muku: Ahaha. Let’s go greet him too.

Kazunari: Why don’tcha tag along with us, Director-chan ☆

Izumi: Fufu, sure.

-pause-

Misumi: Welcome home, Tenma!

Kumon: Tenma-san, welcome back!

Tenma: I’m back.

Muku: We’re relieved you got home safely.

Tenma: Right… Igawa drove me all the way back, but traffic on the way home was horrendous.

Yuki: At least send a message if you’re going to be late, will you?

Tenma: Well! …Sorry about that.

Kazunari: All good, all good. I bet Tenten was exhausted too!

Muku: I’m sure he fell asleep, right?

Tenma: …

Yuki: Bullseye, huh?

Izumi: You worked hard today, Tenma-kun.

Tenma: Yeah, thanks.

Kumon: Right, so! Sorry for bringing this up when you’re tired, but…

Misumi: What do you wanna do for your birthday?

Tenma: Huh? What’s this all of a sudden?

Muku: Misumi-san is really motivated since he’s your photographer.

Yuki: Remember? It’s for the birthday bromide set project. The sets are going to include pictures with the theme of “candid shots��.

Kazunari: It’s a super happy birthday project where the birthday boy will request what he wants to do. And while they’re celebrating together with the rest of their troupe members… One of the members will be in charge of taking candid pics of them!

Tenma: Now that you mention it… my birthday is coming up soon, huh?

Kumon: Say what! You forgot your own birthday!?

Muku: I suppose that's not too surprising since Tenma-kun's so busy every day.

Yuki: So, do you have anything you want to request?

Tenma: Ahh…

Misumi: Did you think of something, Tenma? Whatever you wanna do, we’ll do it for you!

Izumi: (Misumi-kun is really fired up and excited about this. He really feels like an older brother right now.)

Tenma: …No, let me think about it. I’m gonna bring my bags to my room now.

*walks away*

Kumon: Hmm, maybe we shouldn’t have sprung that on him out of the blue.

Yuki: That’s why I said we should’ve saved this for tomorrow.

Muku: But… it looked like Tenma-kun actually has something he wants to do.

Kazunari: I got those vibes too.

Kumon: You really think so?

Kazunari: Tenten told us to let him think about it, so let’s try asking him again tomorrow.

Misumi: Okay, sounds good~.

Izumi: (All of them had things they wanted to ask about Tenma-kun’s birthday, but I bet they were really just worried about him coming home so late.)

Yuki: What are you smiling about?

Izumi: Oh, nothing. Don’t mind me.

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[ask-aunt-spoon]

Hey there, squidkids~! It's sure been awhile, huh?

It's been a WILD few years, but now that things have settled down again, I'm super thrilled to report that Ask Aunt Spoon is back!

Hope to see you all again in the asks, and remember to stay fresh~!

A Note from Teapot: Hey, folks - sorry for the long hiatus. It has definitely been a long few years since Splatoon 3's initial release, and I've had the pleasure of enjoying most of it even through some rough times. There have been a lot of ups and downs on my end, and I'm sure that rings true for a lot of you folks as well.

To start, I'd like to thank everyone for sticking around as long as you all have, and whether you're an old, loyal follower or new to the blog, please know that all of you are the reason why I continue AAS!. I really, truly enjoy running this blog, and even through the long hiatus I've wanted to continue and revive it, even if I had no real motivation or desire to physically draw replies.

Admittedly, I was extremely daunted by how involved some of the replies got, as extended OC cast exponentially increased the scope of both the asks and subsequent replies. This led to some long and often times complex planning and paneling that I very quickly ran out of steam trying to finish, eventually culminating in just not finishing anything at all.

Additionally, I was also unsure how to navigate the continued universe of Splatoon 3 while it was still actively updating in case I accidentally contradicted something new, so I inadvertently ended up just waiting until live content updates were over.

That being said, the blog going forward will continue as always, though I will try to better learn my limits and decrease the scope of replies as much as possible. I've moved from SAI to CSP, which has helped smooth out my workflow, and overall I feel more confident in my ability to draw quickly. The extended cast page will remain up for now, but I'll probably either pare it down or remove it completely at some point just for brevity's sake. After all, this is a Callie blog. However, if you have a tangential interest in the OC portion, feel free to shoot me a message or ask about it, and I'll direct you elsewhere.

There will be some updates made to the FAQ, as well.

As for old asks, I will probably end up just purging most of them just for a fresh start. Sorry if I missed your ask - but, if you really want it answered, feel free to ask it again!

Planned cast updates and appearances: - Marie (Knife Mom) will continue to stay, for obvious reasons - Cap'n 3 (Sunny) and Neo Agent 3 (Bee) may cameo, depending - Team Agent 4 will likely not return - Agent 8 (Toko) may cameo; her brothers will likely not - The Elites will still cameo depending on circumstance - Off the Hook may cameo depending on circumstance - Deep Cut may cameo now, depending on circumstance - Acht (dedf1sh) unlikely to cameo, sorry; not a calf1sh blog </3

TL;DR - Sorry for the long hiatus; Ask Aunt Spoon is back! I've moved to CSP, will be cutting down the cast, clearing old asks, and starting fresh. Please continue sending asks, as always!

Cheers, --Teapot

[judesmoonbeauty]

The Robin’s Unaware of Ultimate Evil Behind The Scenes: Jude Jazza Chapter 1

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do not post my translations elsewhere. Thank you, for you support! ☾.

It was extremely quiet that day.

I hadn’t heard the voice I normally do, and it wasn’t until sunset I noticed something was off.

(Come to think of it, I ain’t seen her today.)

Just as I noticed and started to consider the voice’s absent owner, Ellis opened his mouth like he was calling out my thoughts.

Ellis: Kate went out today.

Jude: Ha?

Ellis: Was I wrong? It seemed like you were looking for someone, so that’s why I thought that.

(Creep, ya misunderstood.)

(I ain’t lookin’ for her.)

Not bothering to respond, I pick up my pace when Ellis started talking about I didn’t ask about.

Ellis: It's a party she’s been looking forward to for a while.

Ellis: It was planned by a baroness who rose from the working class, and said that even working people need to have fun.

Ellis: I think she was invited by someone from her previous workplace, and she thought she’d give it a try.

Jude: Yer well informed.

Ellis: I just saw her off.

Jude: Oh, yeah.

Ellis: I said hello for Jude too.

Jude: Do whatever ya want.

As I walked faster to get back to my room —

???: Ah, you two!

I turned around to find pink hair in front of me, and sensing trouble I scowled.

Ellis: Liam, what’s wrong.

Liam: I was asked to deliver a message for you to go to the office when you returned.

Jude: It’s just to get another mission from her Majesty the Queen, innit?

Liam: I think so, but it seems like Kate might be involved.

Jude: ….Hah?

When I furrow my brow at the spun name, Liam quickly shakes his head.

Liam: Don’t worry it doesn’t seem like she was attacked or involved in any kind of incident.

Ellis: Okay, thanks Liam.

I quicken my pace as I glance at him leaving with a wave of his hand.

Ellis: I wonder what he means by it’s related to Kate.

Without even responding to Ellis’ words, I threw open the office door,

Victor: Welcome back, that was quick.

Jude: Whaddaya smilin’ for ol’ man.

Victor: Nothing, you just came much sooner than expected.

Victor: I just thought it was because of Kate’s name being mentioned.

Jude: I’m leavin’.

Victor: Wait, wait, it’s actually about a mission!

Victor seemed impatient with me as I mentally clicked my tongue, and turned to leave.

(Ya ain’t one to be in a hurry though.)

Ellis: So, what’s it about it?

Victor: Her Majesty the Queen has heard of a drug deals happening,

Victor: You’re ordered to go to the scene and secure the main culprit.

Apparently, a certain aristocrat living in London is supplying drugs to the working class.

The instant I learned about the venue, the atmosphere changed.

Victor: The site is at the party Kate’s attending.

Jude: …..What’s that idiot doin’.

Victor: It seems safe to say that the Baroness who’s hosting the party is the one running the drugs.

(I thought it was just some street party.)

She hosts parties for non-aristocratic working people.

Although she was formerly of the working class, I was puzzled as to why she did something that wouldn’t make money —

(So that princess joined without knowin’ nothin’.)

(‘Though you’ve seen so many people’s evil intentions with Crown, ya didn’t even question it.)

Victor: Infiltrate the party, arrest the drug dealers, and capture the baroness.

Victor: That’s the mission given you this time.

Ellis: Shall we kill those involved?

Ellis asked with an unchanged expression as usual,

Victor: I’ll leave it up to you guys.

And as usual, Victor leaves it up to us —

Victor: AH, BUT THERE’S ONE PROBLEM!

There isn’t.

Jude: Don’t speak so loud all the sudden, yer so noisy.

Victor: I’m sorry, I just wanted to say one thing.

Victor: I want you to carry this out without Kate finding out.

(Yer sayin’ somethin’ I don’t get again.)

Victor: Kate was really looking forward to today’s party.

Victor: You know that too, right Ellis?

Ellis: Yeah, she seemed happier than usual.

Victor: She always works so hard, but I want her to forget about work for today.

Victor: So, the plan is for you to work behind the scenes to complete the mission and protect Kate!

I clicked my tongue at Victor who clapped his hands excitedly which lured Ellis in to clap too.

Jude: I understand the mission, but why should we protect the princess.

Victor: What if she’s forced to take drugs….! You’d be worried right?

Ellis: I don’t want that to happen because I want Kate to be happy.

Victor: That’s right, isn’t it? So, we have to protect her!

And then as usual, the signal was given to start the mission, ignoring my opinion.

Victor: Now then, loyalty to your evil.

Along with a click of my tongue.

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EVERYONE SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT!!

Check this out this is the greatest entertainment in history

So, here's how it started:

This anon sent me an ask telling me my good friend @annotated-catastrophe was homophobic and racist, and that I should block her. You can see how I responded, wanting proof. This is the next ask I get:

These are some pretty bold claims you know! I asked for proof in DMs, and, excitingly enough, they came into my DMs with a burner account!!

I don't have many screenshots for this next parts, but me and @/redracecars start talking. They're still making a ton of really bold claims, saying Catastrophe is homophobic and "doesn't care about mental illnesses" but this really isn't enough to alter my opinion, kids, never believe someone you don't know just off of their word, even someone you do know shouldn't be trusted just off their word, that's why I asked dear redracecars to provide me evidence! A screenshot of a conversation, it's all I needed really, I even told them I would post the screenshot to show all my friends, and I'm sticking true to my word! I hope you see this from your main redracecar, I'm keeping my word.

Here's what they sent me after about 30 (?) minutes of waiting.

Annotated Catastrophe, under the side blog "Blueracecars" (where have we heard that name before??? 🤔🤔🤔) sent a ton of messages to our poor Redracecars.

One issue though, these were sent TODAY October 24th, 2024. AND WAIT- GASP - THESE MESSAGES WERE SENT AFTER I RECIEVED THE SECOND OF THE TWO ASKS??? SAY WHAT?? HAS ANNOTATED CATASTROPHE FINALLY MASTERED TIME TRAVEL?? ARE WE DOOMED WITH THE DREADED ANNOTATED CATASTROPHE AS OUR IMMORTAL TIME LORD??

Oh, wait,

Redracecars? Buddy? Did you not see that your messages with Blueracecars were timed to today, after when you first sent me an ask? Are you.... GASP??? A FAKER??? NO IT COULDNT BE!! REDRACECARS HOW COULD YOU!!! *Sobs and faints like a Victorian*

Hold on, hold on, let me see what blue race cars has on their blog, knowing Annotated catastrophe as I do she'll definitely have a lot of writing posts on this side blog... Huh... Wait

THESE ARE THE ONLY TWO POSTS ON THE BLOG? ANNOTATED CATASTROPHE WOULD NEVER! AND WAIT- SHE'D NEVER TALK WITH CURSE WORDS, SHE HATES SWEARING!! Redracecars you didn't even do a good job of disguising yourself! This is awful buddy, real embarrassing too, it really is .... It really sucks though because I started to realize what you were doing, trying to make a transgender person believe that one of their friends is a terf, trying to convince me she's racist, homophobic, transphobic.... Buddy are YOU a transphobe?? You blocked me before I could ask this but, Why are you so dead set on convincing me, a trans man, that my friend secretly hates me?? That's incredibly mean of you. The only thing in your heart, redracecars (or should I say purpleracecars since your red AND blue?) is malice. You only want to make people unhappy, is it because you're unhappy buddy? I'm sorry if that's the case but leave other people out of it, go touch grass, or better yet, go talk to a therapist about whatever you got going on. Your behavior IS NOT NORMAL!!!

And rest assured I'm sending this to my mutuals so they all know that there's some troll running about and trying to hurt people, because that's what you're doing, you're hurting people and I just KNOW you live for it. Go get a better life bro.