#anyone who even remotely comes for me because of this WILL get blocked

[kagscore]

𝜗𝜚 playing games with the boys

feat. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin note. this is self indulgent because i wanna play league with nagi i fear ૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა i hope you enjoy ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩.𖥔 ݁ ˖ playing rocket league with 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 looks like . . .

the two of you sitting in his bedroom, you curled up in his lap as you hold the controller. he holds your hands with his, moving the controller and pressing the buttons for you so you can get a grasp of the movements you need to know. slowly but surely, he lets you take full control and quietly cheers for you as you score goals and block them in his favorite game—car soccer. he's almost brimming with excitement at the idea of teaching you all sorts of tricks—flip resets, [insert other terminology]—anything so that eventually the two of you can play duos together and dominate the game. shows you how to decorate your car, the types of cars you can get and laughing when you ask if you could just drive a vw beetle instead. gets himself a second remote to play on his xbox when he thinks you’re finally starting to get the game and trying to cheer you up when you lose your first game duo’d together.

“you sure you wanna keep playing? i know it isn’t the easiest thing in the world…” “i think it’s so cute you wanna get good at this game baby, of course we can play when you come over again.”

⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩.𖥔 ݁ ˖ playing league of legends with 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 looks like . . .

nagi absolutely tossing you in headfirst into aram, knowing that you won’t get kills or assists and will die a lot but absolutely sweating his balls off so that he can still carry you to a win. you ask a lot of questions about who you’re playing, who you’re playing against, your abilities and ultimates and just generally what to do and him answering every single question you ask with patience and a soft explanation. sometimes you do questionable things in game, but he just laughs and says it’s okay. congratulates when you finally figure out who you want to main, celebrates when you get your first kill, and even buys you that skin you want as a gift for taking the time to play a game with him and spend time with him. always rerolls his character in aram, trying to find someone you like and getting a bit teary eyed when you recognize his favorite character to play once.

“it’s your favorite character, babe, swap me for them.” “i know you’re new, but please stop dying to tower. i’ll even take us out for dinner, i’m begging.”

⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩.𖥔 ݁ ˖ playing valorant with 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍 looks like . . .

rin trying his hardest every game you play together to be the top frag to impress you subtly, and him avenging you every time you die because how could he let his person die without killing the person that killed you? drops you his gun skins and even switches them when you guys wait in queue to skins you prefer—if he doesn’t have the skin you like, he always gives it to you when he finds and kills the person with it in a game. goes into deathmatches to one v. one you to try and help you learn the mechanics of the game and the shooting. if anyone is rude to you in a game, he’s immediately cursing and hexing their family and generational lineage in his head/in chat. he doesn’t like talking in game, but will if it means defending you against everyone else being mean because you’re bottom fragging. buys you your first skin after you get your first kill and periodically logging into your account to buy you more and surprise you sometimes.

“you should try a duelist if you want to get more kills, my love.” “now we just need to get you an ace, and we can do something special.”

[toasty-melons]

Thinking about Coworker!Abby so hard rn that it’s making my brain hurt.

Coworker!Abby who’s so sweet to you that it takes everyone else by surprise because of her usual stoic nature.

Coworker!Abby who flirts with you so hard that you start smiling before she can even start talking now.

Coworker!Abby who protects you against mean customers because she knows you’ll cry if someone yells at you.

Coworker!Abby who doesn’t let you carry anything even remotely heavy. (Her big strong arms flexing when she lifts the box of supplies off the ground.)

Coworker!Abby who asks for your number for “work purposes” but always texts you throughout the day, especially if it’s yours or her day off.

Your face is dimly lit by your phone in the dark supply closet, which you’re totally not hiding in right now to avoid work. The grin on your face widens as your phone buzzes with a new message from your blonde headed coworker Abby.

‘get your ass out here’ you can’t help the giggle that spews out of your mouth as you open the message so that it’ll show as read. You expect her to text again with a ‘answer me dammit’ but instead your met with the closet door swinging open. Her large frame blocking most of the light, but some still peers through around her, lighting up the room. Your grin only grows as you throw your hands up, feigning innocent.

“Don’t laugh, you’re in some serious trouble pretty girl.” Pretty girl. Every time she calls you that your stomach always erupts with butterflies. Her voice is hushed as if she doesn’t want anyone to hear her or catch you.

“Don’t be such a goody-goody and come join me. We’re slow anyways it’s not like anyone will care.” She hesitates at your words. She clearly wants to join you but she’s torn between you and her work.

You know that you won when she rolls her eyes and closes the door behind her, shutting out all the light and the room going dark again. She takes a few steps over to you and sits down beside you on the makeshift seat of boxes. The room is small so her side is pressed up against yours, and it makes your heart speed up. She’s so close you can smell her cologne, it’s strong in way that it’s all you can notice but it’s not overbearing.

“So what do you do in here?” Her voice is quiet, clearly she’s still a bit apprehensive about hiding during her shift. So you unlock your phone, the screen now lighting up both your faces as you open Tik Tok. You hear her groan and mumble ‘oh my god,’ under her breath.

“What?” You look over at her wide eyed and slightly offended.

“This is what you do in here? This is so boring.” You scoff at her and pout.

“Well what do YOU want to do then?” You watch as her mouth open and then closes. She shifts slightly and leans over, her elbows resting on her knees. Looking away while shrugging.

“I don’t know.. we could.. talk?” She picks at her finger nails as her voice gets smaller. A little smile and a blush creep onto your face, thankfully hidden by the dark room.

“Okay.” Your voice is quiet like hers, somehow making the room feel even smaller than before. She peers over at you through her eyelashes and it makes your heart skip a beat at how pretty she looks. You tear your eyes away first, too flustered to maintain eye contact.

“Did you know that when you do your hair like that it makes you look really pretty.” You’re caught off guard at this. This isn’t something unusual for her to say but maybe because of the small room and how close she is, it feels more intimate than usual. You feel your whole body flush and heat up, looking over at her you’re met with Abby’s face so close to yours. Your breath hitches and she grins. She leans in ever so slightly, your lips almost touching.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” You feel her breath against your lips and it makes your heart skip a beat. It takes a moment before you can respond to her.

“Don’t. Please.” She grins even wider and you can’t help the little smile making its way onto your face again.

“Well.. since you asked so nicely.” Her lips are on yours not even a second after the words leave her mouth. Her hands find their way to your body, one cupping your neck and the other rubbing slow, soothing circles against your side.

The kiss is sweet and gentle at first, but when you breath into her mouth shakily she can’t help but deepen the kiss. She licks your bottom lip and you’re more than willing to let her in. Her tongue pressed against yours makes you whine slightly, your hands coming up and cupping her face, pulling her away from you.

Her eyes are heavy and you’re trying to catch your breath. You stroke the apple of her cheeks your thumbs and giggle. She smiles as you place a sweet peck against her cheek.

“As much as I would like this to be considered talking, we’re still on the clock.” She nods and swallows thickly, her hands and yours slowly removing themselves from each other.

“I’m sorry..” Your eyes widen at her sudden apology and your hands fly up and wave widely in front of you with concern.

“No no no, that’s not what I meant, I liked the kiss, I mean I like you. I-.. i’m just not really a.. kiss before dating kind of girl. But.. I really do like you Abby.” For a moment you’re met with silence, causing a split second of regret to slip into your bones.

“So.. can I take you on a date? Because I really like you too.” She has a slight grin on her face, one that oozes confidence but her voice says otherwise, a slight shyness to it.

“Yeah.. yeah I would really like that.”

[kimmyluvg]

A Scientist and A Profiler

A Criminal Minds AU

Summary: A case about the unsub using chemicals to kill his victims… How does he do it? Special Agent L/N seemed needing the help of her high school sweetheart for it.

“We have a case.” Nanami Ryusui, your team captain, said as all of you gather around into the meeting room to discuss about the latest case you have as Profilers. Your job is to figure out who the unknown subject or unsub is, track him down and arrest him. Now, you are one of the three women in the team and you certainly can shoot and fight with your bare hands… But in this case, it’s gonna be different.

“Minami, report.” Ryusui said as the girl cleared her throat before clicking the remote she holds to control the black screen in front of the team. “This is Fujiwara Shino, a 23 year old woman who is just fresh out of college. She was found in a dumpster of a bar, which is just a couple blocks away her apartment building.” Hokutozai Minami said as she describes the victim’s state before she was found by the bar owner. “Half of her face got melted down and her other half did not?” You asked as Minami opened her mouth, “It was most likely acid that melted her skin.” Minami replied. “Her apartment is a couple blocks away from the bar, which means that anyone could’ve saw her leaving.” One of the males in the team, Gen, said as the man beside you agreed, “Then most likely the bar has a security camera on the front entrance.” Kohaku, one of the girls said, as Ryusui nodded then sent out orders.

Your team isn’t going to be flying, like usual, because it is happening in your city and luckily, you know who did the autopsy. “Hey doc. What did you find sus about this vic?” You said as the doctor chuckles, “Really now Y/N, if I weren’t married… I would’ve flirted right back.” The doctor said as you chuckled, “Just testing you, Chrome.” You said as Chrome lead you and Nikki, who is your partner for today, to where the body is being examined and you jsut so happens to saw another one of your friends, “Oh, Chrome-san, Nikki-san, Y/N-chan.” The girl’s voice says, “Yuzuriha, finished the autopsy?” Nikki said as the girl nodded as she listed the things she has found in the victim’s body. “And there is something else..” Chrome said as he went to the body and opened it up again to show you and Nikki what he’s seeing. “Are her…?” “She’s almost completely melted inside..” You and Nikki commented as you turned to the two, “Is that even possible?” You asked as the two looked at each other, “It is not in ourn expertise on what made her body like that but…. Most likey, that your victim died from it.” Yuzuriha said as you and Nikki were baffled.

Nikki then proceeded to call to Ryusui about this as you examine the body more. “This case must be a first, right?” You asked the two as they nodded, “We really don’t know what causes this, Y/N…” Yuzuriha said as an idea came to your mind. ‘What if I call him about this…?’ You asked yourself but then doubted because he wouldn’t really have a real reason to be here… “I must be out of my mind..” You mumbled, “Hey, Chrome… Are you still in touch with…” You started as Chrome tilted his head to the side before getting the idea and nodded, “I still have his cell number. You’re thinking of calling him?” Chrome asked as he handed to you his phone and you dialed in the number, “It’s the only option we’ve got onto solving how this woman really died..” You said as you placed your phone on your ear, waiting for him to pick it up.

Click!

“Hello? Who is this interrupting my work?” His voice rang towards your ear, oh how you miss this. But it is not the time to feel very emotional because there’s a killer on the loose. “Senku… It’s me.” You said as a pause can be heard from the other line. Then he cleared his throat as he put down the glasses he is holding, “Y/N? How did you get this number?” Senku asked, right out of the ordinary, which is odd for you. “Chrome gave me your cell… But anyway, can you come over and examine something for me?” You asked as Senku asked what it is for, “My victim here has her organs almost melted and I need to know what caused it, fast.” You said as you heard footsteps on the other line, “Where?” He asked as you told him the location of the building. Soon, Senku came in and he looks much more handsome than when you were both in high school.

“Hey.” You just said as he gestured it back before Yuzuriha had to snap you both out of it, “Less emotion, more solving please.” Nikki said as you nodded to Nikki. “Senku, can you examine what casued this?” You asked as you pointed out the melted parts of the woman’s body.

Meanwhile, while you and Senku continue to figure out something, Yuzuriha and Nikki got into some talking. “Who is that?” Nikki preferred to the man known as Ishigami Senku, “That’s Senku. One of our good friends and a specialist for chemistry and science in general. And Y/N’s ex.” Yuzuriha said as the two girls gossiped while you and Senku did your thing. “Really… So they still like each other but still separated because of college?” Nikki said. Meanwhile, you heard their conversation and sighed before you saw Senku nodding. “You know what caused this?” You asked as Senku turned to you and Chrome, who happens to be behind you. “It’s most likely caused by Sodium Hydroxide mixed with water.” Senku answered as you recognized the term, “Lye? The one used for deadl animals?” You said as Nikki approached you, telling you that it’s time to go back to headquarters. “Alright, go to the car.” You said as she nodded and left. “Thank you, Senku. I think we may have found a major piece to this puzzle.” You said as Senku just said that you just needed help. “I’ll be in touch..” You said as you kissed his cheek and left. Leaving the poor green haired scientist, speechless and flustered.

“So, you two gonna date again?”

“Shut up, Chrome.”

[twinuchiha]

Okay. Those who know me know that I’m not the type of person that likes to make serious posts. But this situation has been on my radar since Wednesday, and has turned into borderline harassment.

This is a warning to be wary of the Naruto anon rpers.

This is not a call to attack anyone. This is not a call to harass anyone. This is a warning. Trigger Warning: Harrasment, Death threats, SA threats, Stalking and Abuse will be mentioned under the cut. If you can not handle these topics, feel free to not click read more. However, it would be appreciated if you relogged this post to spread awareness.

Some people may already be aware that I used to interact with this group, and be on friendly terms with Sasukeanon, but not anymore. I have blocked most of them, and they may have already blocked me as well by now. Honestly? I'm just disappointed. So around January 30th, someone sent a hate post to Hidan anon mentioning a few of their fellow blogs. Understandable, they mentioned Kisame anon to ask them what was going on, as they have also recently been getting hate.

They're trying to figure out who this possibly could be, but then out of nowhere, Orochimaru's anon says this:

To which??? Okay, some people just type similar to each other? I've seen it happen. Anyway, when Kisame tries to explain that they've had problems with people in the past and listing off who it could have been, Sasuke comes in with this:

How they came to this conclusion, I don't know. But they then suddenly start going on a tirade and start making threats.

This took me off guard. I knew Sasuke could be harsh in some of their posts, which made me uncomfortable, but this was the first time I've seen them jump to death threats. This is no way to talk to someone. Especially when you have no evidence against. And don't have any evidence, because all you have done is claim things, never show proof, and then harass Kisame further (along with your friends) when they were trying to prove their innocence to everyone. Even in posts that had nothing to do with any of you!

(Note that Sasuke's mod was handling Hidan's blog at the time of this)

You keep saying that Kisame has been sending death threats and SA threats yet show no proof to back up your claims when someone confronts you on it. Instead, insult them. And type in all caps to try and be intimidating.

These were in response to cherrypiesakurokun's posts on the matter, as like me they have also been talking to Kisame about what has been happening. The top one was after the Naruto anon blog added them in a callout and basically implied they were a death threats/SA threat defender. All because what? They tried to be supportive and wanted everyone to make up? I agree that they probably shouldn't have jumped in, but that's not fair.

The blog you claim that is Kisame's main isn't even her main. This is her main. She linked me her Reddit account to prove this.

Do these blogs look remotely the same??? The threats you claim were sent by Kisame to herself hold critical information that held her real name and where she lives. Why would someone do to themselves, risk doxing themselves? It doesn't make any sense. She's sent me proof of that as well, but I will not be showing them here because that is private information. Kisame told me that she gave you her discord, you could have asked her what was going on. But you never did. You just jumped to conclusions.

When I asked Kisame about the threats that were being, her conclusion was that it was from her stalker ex boyfriend, who's she's been gathering evidence of for doing the same behaviour. She's informed me that she's currently trying to get a restraining order. I've been given permission to show these screenshots.

Congratulations on harassing a victim of stalking and abuse. But if that wasn't vile enough, the night Kisame's mother was taken to the hospital, and they explained they'd be offline because of it, Sasuke, still using Hidan's blog, said this:

This was vile. Fucking vile, and was the straw that broke the camels back for me. I blocked as many of the blogs I could. Like I said, I'm disappointed. Sad, even. Sasuke was one of the first blogs who'd interacted with me, and i thought they were nice. It seemed like I was wrong though. As I mentioned before, this isn't an attack. This is simply to warn others about the kind of people they will be interacting with should they come across the anon group.

[b3achysurfer]

SBG POST!! (hxh moots please ignore this 😓)

** disclaimer: DO NOT SEND HATE TO ANYONE!!!! whether or not they agree with what I’m going to say, please don’t send hate to them. if anything I say comes off as harsh/rude, just know that’s not my intention.

deadass wasn’t gonna say anything because I genuinely don’t care, but some of my friends/supporters are getting hate and it’s starting to annoy me. also my name got dragged in so it’s free game now 😛 **

posting this on my main for reach, but my side blog for sbg is @b3achysurfur !!

Someone sent me a post that was talking about how the fandom thinks it’s okay to hate Logan for being a nerd but not anyone else for the tropes they’re based on. They also said that people have been “getting defensive about their right to hate a charater”. The person probably has me blocked and won’t see this but idrc bc they were talking about me (to some extent).

no one is getting defensive about their “right to hate a character”. from what I’ve seen (and posted) it was just people pointing out how silly it is to say “oh you can’t hate this character 😡”. that’s literally it lmao. that’s not being “defensive”, it’s just pointing out how stupid you guys sound. also, it applies to you too? you can hate/like whoever you want.

“i'd be stabbed 27 times and set on fire for saying anything remotely bad about aiden but logan gets away scot free bc he's a ‘nerd’ and ppl simply dislike him bc of his trope? the double standards are just odd, that's what i'm addressing.” Scot-free? No I didn’t “get away scot free”. I got sent death threats, sm1 attempted to dox me, my dms were full of hate, and there was post after post of people saying things about me (some of which came from people you associate yourself with op). It just looks like I “got away scot-free” because I’m not a little bitch and can deal with backlash for my opinions.

you guys created this environment where everyone has to like everything! everyone has to feel the same way about everything! and a lot of you have this mob mentality and just follow the crowd instead of having you’re own opinions. There is no “double standard”. You guys hate on anyone and everyone for their personal opinions.

“what's the difference between them and everyone else? i'm "allowed to hate" these characters, but if i posted my opinion on someone like aiden, who is a mostly beloved character by the fandom, i'd get Rattled.” Nothing! There’s no difference! Only problem is none of you have the balls to express your opinions out loud. Not that I blame you tho, from my experience the fandom is very agressive when you disagree with them. And by the way, I was never “allowed to hate” Logan. Can’t even count how many people made posts saying, “dni if you hate Logan/any of the main cast” lol. Which also confuses me op. You can’t really complain about it when you’re apart of the problem, no?

“and anyways i'm talking abt the fact that people are defending beachy for their opinions, the majority of us dislike them but it's still insane the difference” I know people hate me, idrc ab that. but the fact that you complained about not being able to dislike any of the main charaters than added that you (as well as most of sbg tumblr) don’t like me bc of my opinion is so hypocritical. Do you not hear yourself?? Also people defend me because you guys get nasty quick. most of my posts are JOKES. yes I hate Logan, but I’m not being serious when I write things about him. Not to mention most the people who defend me now were at my thoart when we first started interacting.

Having different opinions on characters and vocalizing it is very important to fandom growth. You guys need to understand this. If you force everyone is like a charater then not only does it make the fandom boring to interact with it but it also creates drama. AKA THE WHOLE “LOWAR”. SHI WOULDVE NEVER HAPPENED IF I WAS ALLOWED TO DISLIKE LOGAN LMAO??? Not to mention, it allows you to see different perspectives and versions of the same charater just through someone else’s eyes. That’s why our fanon versions of charaters are just copy and paste of the canon versions. Because you guys never give anyone space to be creative. As soon as you don’t agree with it, you all jump on the person and make it a problem. It’s annoying.

If you don’t want to be attacked for your opinions on a charater then stop attacking others for their opinions. Obviously this problem won’t be fixed immediately but it’s one person at a time yk? Just know if you hate a character, you should expect at least a bit of backlash and debate. Shi I still argue with people and it’s been like 3 months. Just remember to be open minded, respectful, and have fun!!

“Hating” on a charater doesn’t have to be negative/drama. it’s you guys that make it into that. Relax a bit and have a little more fun. Or don’t, it’s ya life 🤷‍♀️

—- btw if you ever have a problem with me, talk to me about it or stfu. Stop attacking my friends/supporters. you can dm me, tag me in a post, send me an ask, comment, reblog, idc. I’ll respond (on my sbg side blog). Or just block and ignore me. Thanks 😛

[all-the-things-2020]

Late Night Talking

A Dieter Bravo x OFC fic

Notes: Title comes from the Harry Styles song. I heard it on the radio one day and the line “Now you’re in my life, I can’t get you off my mind” just screamed Dieter to me.

My Dieter is (mostly) sober and trying to put his life and career back together after hitting the bottom during the filming of Cliff Beasts 6. He is still a menace but he’s working on it. There will be comedy, angst, fluff and possibly some smut (not sure how explicit my narrator will get).

Narrator is an original female character loosely based on myself. She is around Dieter’s age, not thin, and introverted. He turns her life upside down and she’s not quite prepared for it.

Tagging @rhoorl because her Dieter in “Working Title” inspired me to start this fic!

Chapter One below the cut

I met him in a bookshop, of all places. Not exactly the environment you’d expect, but sometimes fate works in mysterious ways. Bookshops are one of the few places I frequented where it’s even remotely possible to meet a man. I’ve never liked bars or clubs; too noisy, too many creeps trying to be charming and getting too hands. As an introvert, I prefer quieter surroundings, like bookshops, museums, and botanical gardens. Not exactly hot spots for single guys, but I wasn’t trying to meet anyone. I was always open to whatever might happen, though.

I was in The Last Bookstore in downtown L.A. It was the first day of my summer break and I’d challenged myself to get out of my box a little and do things I’d never done before. I’d taken the train into the city, which I’d never done by myself. Of course, once I got into L.A., I ended up in my preferred habitat, surrounded by books.

I had spotted a book on my to-be-read list on the top shelf. Being petite (the polite way of saying I was short), I couldn’t quite reach it. I was debating whether the shelves were structurally sound enough for me to try standing on the bottom shelf to reach it when I heard a low, warm voice behind me say, “Let me.”

An arm reached up, easily plucking the book off the shelf and handing it to me. “Good choice,” the voice said. “That’s one of my favorites.”

I knew that voice. Turning to see the man who stood next to me, my suspicions were confirmed. It was Dieter Bravo. He was wearing a baggy gray t-shirt, a well-worn pair of jeans and some god-awful Crocs that had seen better days. His hair looked like he’d forgotten to comb it that morning and his scruffy beard and mustache could use a trim. But he was wearing glasses and his deep brown eyes were looking directly into mine, so that was all I saw.

“Thanks,” I managed to say, hoping I wasn’t blushing or anything ridiculous like that.

“No worries,” he said with a smile. He indicated the small stack of books in my hands with his chin. “You’ve got good taste.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks,” I said. Real smooth, doofus, I told myself. I tried to start over. “I read a ton of YA for work, so I’m trying to read more ���grown-up’ stuff during the summer.”

He leaned against the bookshelf, his broad shoulders blocking the aisle. “YA?,” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Young Adult,” I explained. “I work in a high school library. A lot of it is really good, but after nine or ten months of dystopian love triangles and hot werewolves and teenagers with weird diseases falling in love, I find myself craving something more substantial.”

He smiled again. “I can imagine,” he said. “So, a librarian, huh? Oh, I’m Dieter, by the way.” He held out his hand and I shook it. It was huge and warm and made my knees melt.

“Um, yeah, I know,” I stammered. “I recognized you. I’m, ha, a big fan of your work.” I felt like a complete idiot as I stumbled over my words. “I’m Emily.”

“Well, Emily, this might be a dumb question, considering your line of work, but do you come here often?” He chuckled as he seemed to realize how cliched his questions was.

“Actually, this is my first time here,” I said. “I’ve always wanted to visit this shop, I never got around to it. I live out in the boondocks, so I don’t get into L.A. very often.”

“It’s great,” he said. “I don’t get here very often, though. Always too busy, it seems.”

We chatted for a bit, about the books we were buying, and favorites we’d both read (and made a few recommendations to each other when we mentioned titles the other hadn’t read). Then the conversation turned back to bookshops.

“I usually end up at Barnes & Noble,” I admitted. “There’s a good indie bookseller in Riverside, but it’s kind of small. My absolute favorite bookshop is Vroman’s in Pasadena. I don’t get there as often as I’d like, though.”

“Vroman’s,” he said, wrinkling his forehead. “I think I’ve heard of it but I’ve never been there.”

“Oh, you should go!” I said. I loved talking about my favorite bookshop and started rattling on. “They have all kinds of great stuff besides books. Plus a wine bar.”

“Whoa, books and booze? Sign me up.” He smiled that radiant smile I’d seen in a million photos, the one that always made me feel funny inside.

“Then you should definitely go.”

“Is that an invitation?”

I was stunned, but managed to speak without stumbling too much over the words. “Sure, why not?” Holy crap, he’s flirting with me!

Dieter pulled out his phone. “Let’s see,” he said, scrolling through the phone. “Um, I’m free Friday evening. I have a meeting at two, but I should be out of there by four at the latest. It’s in Burbank, I can probably make it to Pasadena by five, if that works for you?”

My tongue felt like it was swollen to twice its normal size. Was he actually asking me out? Or had I accidentally asked him? “Um, yeah,” I stammered. “Friday’s good, yeah.”

“Okay, then.” He tapped away at his phone and then slipped it back into his pocket. “It’s a date. Friday, five o’clock, Vroman’s.” He winked and now I knew I was blushing like a fool. He glanced at his wristwatch. “I have a meeting with my agent in an hour, so I’d better go pay for these and get going.” He pulled his phone back out and opened up the Contacts app. “Here,” he said, handing the phone to me. “Put in your number.”

I did and handed the phone back to him. He put it back in his pocket (oh, how I tried not to look too closely at that pocket, afraid he’d think I was checking out his crotch), then held out his hand again, wiggling his fingers. “Your phone?”

“Oh, yeah.” I pulled my own phone out of my purse and handed it to him. He opened my Contacts app and typed in his name and number. As he handed it back to me, our fingers brushed against each other and he smiled.

“See you Friday.” He turned and walked away, heading for the cash registers on the ground floor. I stood in the aisle for several minutes, staring at my phone. I had a date with Dieter fucking Bravo, and he’d given me his phone number.

I waited until he’d left the store, then went to the register myself. “Hey, you just missed Dieter Bravo,” the clerk said. “I got his autograph.”

I got his phone number, I wanted to say, but I didn’t. The kid behind the counter was thrilled to have had an encounter with a celebrity; he didn’t need me rubbing his nose in my good fortune. That didn’t keep me from texting my best friend Sam once I was back on the train headed for the IE. We’d been friends in elementary school before her family moved back East the summer before junior high. We’d kept in touch over the years, first by letters and now by text and Facebook.

<Went to downtown L.A. today. You’ll never guess who I ran into>

&lt;somebody I know?>

<Dieter Bravo>

&lt;Get out! Where were you?>

<The Last Bookstore, really cool shop.>

&lt;Were you cool about it? Please tell me you were cool about it>

<As cool as I could be, lol. Must have done okay. We have a date Friday night>

Sam replied with a string of emojis and punctuation marks. &lt;Don’t fuck with me, Em. It’s not funny>

<Totally serious. I have his phone number and everything.>

I clicked over to my Contacts and stared at the screen. The name “DB❤️” stared back at me. It was real.

<I want details!>

I sketched out the encounter for her.

&lt;You’re living in a rom com, I swear. But be careful. Heard he’s a bit of a wild child. Make him wear a condom. You don’t know where he’s been>

<Shut up. I’m not going to sleep with him on the first date. Eww.>

&lt;I know, you’re Miss Sensible Shoes. LOL>

It was joke between us that Sam had grown up to love wearing stiletto heels and clubbing while I preferred flats and quiet evenings. We always said it was a good thing we lived so far apart or we’d never have remained friends. And yet Sam was the one who was married with three kids and a job in finance, while I was still unattached and basically living paycheck to paycheck.

<I’ll tell you all about the date, I promise. Luv u>

I put away my phone and stared out the window, watching the backyards and alleys of Southern California flash by. What a world, where I woke up in my tiny condo thinking the highlight of my day would be a new book and lunch at Olvera Strett, and now I had a date with a famous actor. Only in L.A. I mused. It really is La La Land.

[petitesmafia]

Genuinely what did Dazai do? Out of even anime characters in general, what is so bad and evil about him? In the same anime he’s from there’s a pedophile, why doesn’t he cause such visceral hatred from people? Most Dazai haters like characters like Light or Sasuke, are you telling me Dazai is worse than a genocidal maniac or a Dictator with a god complex? More specifically, his main competitor, Chuuya, why is he considered so kind and good just because he’s not “manipulative”? Why is Chuuya’s evil actions either ignored or justified constantly 24/7 but we have to be reminded of Dazai’s everytime? Why is there such hypocrisy? Why are all Dazai ships so hated? Why do people ship Soukoku or any other Dazai ship if they hate Dazai and think he shouldn’t be with anyone romantically? Why do you even think that way? Dazai also deserves love, what did he do so evil that even a pedophile and a misogynist gets so much more sympathy from him? What exactly did Dazai do to this fandom?

Why does Dazai only need to be in love with Chuuya in soukoku and not the other way around? Why do the shippers only enjoy this ship when it’s one sided and Dazai is constantly suffering? Why do Skk shippers not want Chuuya to like Dazai back? How is it exactly that Chuuya is the one who deserves better, when it’s Dazai who keeps saying Chuuya is a human but is told his own humanity is a “joke” by this same person Dazai is kind to? Why do shippers defend this? Apparently both Skk are not perfect people, so when it’s Dazai is accepted he did Chuuya wrong which is I don’t know what exactly, but when it’s Chuuya doing shitty things to Dazai, it’s not an issue, it needs to justified somehow? Why do Dazai “stans” like this people or this ship so much if they “love” Dazai, why are all Dazai “stans” even okay with this? Why do you stan him then? Why do you say you “love” Dazai if you think Chuuya is cooler?? Why can’t you just go and stan him?? What did Dazai do to skk shippers? What is so cool about Chuuya when he’s criminal who still actively harms people?

imagine how successful you'd be if you showed this level of tenacity in academics and life instead of being on my ass for liking Chuuya

genuinely why are you constantly sending me shit still when i haven't even done anything to you or said anything hateful about Dazai. it has been almost 4 YEARS. why are you still in this one-sided beef with Chuuya and with me. why do you feel the need to harass and send people death threats simply bc they like Chuuya more. why do you claim to dislike Chuuya and Chuuya stans yet you come searching for my account all the time and doing the absolute fucking most to circumvent my blocking. why is it so difficult for you to grasp that just bc some people like Chuuya more, it does not mean they hate or even dislike Dazai. why is it so hard for you to take a step back and realize that not everything is meant to be "anti-Dazai" just bc you have interpreted it as such. you have harassed people over obvious jokes, you have harassed people when they haven't even mentioned Dazai bc you always feel the need to insert him into the narrative and then attack the person. i could mention Chuuya and the Flags and here you come with 10 messages telling me i should kill myself and slit my wrists bc the Flags are "flop Buraiha". why are you making it seem like it's about you defending Dazai when reality is it's about you not liking Chuuya. why do you not spend your time talking about Dazai on your own account rather than searching up Chuuya on the daily and making 5 million burners on every social media platform possible to attack people for posts that aren't even remotely harmful or related to Dazai. do you actually give a fuck about Dazai, or do you just hate to see Chuuya get loved by the fandom?

majority of the people you have deemed "Dazai haters" (which, frankly, you have deluded yourself into thinking is everyone besides you) don't even hate Dazai. they'll make one harmless joke or a random post and suddenly they'll be branded by you as a "Dazai anti", bc you do not know how to consume media in a healthy way, and you feel the need to project and make your problem everyone else's. there are plenty of people who have spoken in Dazai's defense of his change after leaving port mafia, about his fight in the light, yet you don't see that bc you are too busy searching up Chuuya and getting mad at Chuuya stans for talking about Chuuya. you seek out certain content that you know you don't like, then nitpick and generalize the fandom as a whole when it is your problem to deal with. don't even come here with that bitchass whining about certain people not "loving" Dazai bc the minute someone you don't like says something about Dazai, even if it's positive, you'll be there telling them to shut up and not speak on him. i have already been through your questions with you in the past so there's no point in going over them again, considering all you'll do is spam me with insults and threats bc you have no actual intentions of having a civil conversation. byeee

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Wildefire AU: Out of Sight

cw: adult language, implied violence, implied starvation, bruises, the prison industrial complex lol

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Sarah swore she'd had a plan when she stepped through the doors to the prison, but it had all gone to shit pretty quickly. 

Hugo had helped her fabricate an identity as a journalist, fake ID and online credentials and everything, and posed as the director of a web-newspaper to get her an interview with a low-level criminal at the Fielding Detention Center.

She was really there for Uriah.

Alexei had been the one who'd found the CEO—former CEO—shut up in one of the dingy cells. He'd broken into Fielding to try and collect information from a different inmate, but happened upon Fox instead.

"He's… he's just in some cell?"

"Should count himself lucky he's not in the Tower. Bastard's got enough enemies."

"Maybe we can use him."

Lex's expression had become unreadable when she'd said that, but Sarah could hear the way his heart sped up, the slight hitch in his breath.

She didn't want to work with that asshole either, but their resources were few and far between when it came to anything that could stand against Corp, and someone who'd once held power—someone who'd been betrayed by the rest of the city's leaders—could be a huge asset. Even if that someone was Uriah Fox.

If she could just talk to him, maybe he'd give her something they could use. As unpleasant as the man was, everything Sarah had heard about him told her he was petty as hell. He'd probably jump at the chance to strike back.

To Alexei's credit, he didn't try and convince her otherwise when she told him her plan.

Sneak in, have a chat, get lost before anyone important knows I'm there.

"Do what you want. As long as I don't have to look at him, I don't care."

She'd agreed at the time, but now, selfish as it was, Sarah almost wished she'd asked Lex to come with her. If things went south, it would be nice to have someone whose powers were good in a fight.

"Zhang is Chinese."

"Good morning," she said brightly to the guard at receptions. "I'm Andrea Zhang, with Skyline Weekly?"

She'd complained to Hugo about that one.

"It's the only profile on here that even remotely matches you. No one's gonna know."

"What if the guy who lets me in is Chinese?"

"Yeah, right."

Yeah. Right. He was white. Maybe in his thirties, with close-cropped brown hair. He regarded her with a bored expression, flipping through some papers on the desk.

"Zhang… Zhang… ah, here." He nodded to the door behind him. "That way. I'll buzz you in."

That easy, huh? Sarah figured she'd at least have to have one of those through-the-glass phone calls like on TV, but here she was, going into the prison proper without so much as an escort.

Certainly simplified matters.

Lex had already given her a general direction to look for Fox. She walked past the reinforced doors leading to the common area, cafeteria, and yard, all connected by this one long hall to give the guards easier access. Sarah peeked through the doors' embedded windows as she went, scanning the scattered groups of prisoners for any sign of Uriah. 

She wasn't all that shocked when she didn't see him. If he was here, it was because the rest of the Corp bigwigs wanted to forget him. Out of sight, out of mind.

She pressed on down the winding corridor, past more doors leading to cell blocks and supply closets and… was that the fucking room with the chairs and the bulletproof glass and the phones? They did have one, but the lazy-ass guard would rather send a journalist in alone than do the work to keep a civilian safe.

She shouldn't have expected anything less from the prison system in this city. With that level of neglect shown to citizens, how badly were they treating the inmates? Sarah had to push aside her disgust.  She had a mission. Even beyond the task of meeting Uriah, she needed to take down Corp. Once the city was free from their grasp, she could worry about the state of the prisons.

The further she went, the emptier it seemed to get. She was passing single cells now. The one she peeked into was practically featureless. A grate in the floor probably served as the bathroom, but other than that, there wasn't even a mattress. And there were a ton of similar doors.

Fucking hell, did they put every prisoner in solitary? It was completely inhumane— nope. No. Later.

Sarah closed her eyes, sharpening her hearing. Listening for movement, for heartbeats, would be quicker than checking every single door.

Of course, she picked up the usual annoyances. The sharp buzz of the fluorescent lights above her, the roar of the AC unit, even the slight hum of electricity traveling the building's inner wires. But somewhere in the muddle of sound, she could hear it.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

A heartbeat. Just one, so that was either a really great sign or a really bad one. She kept her eyes closed, running a hand along the wall to keep from running into anything, and followed the sound.

It grew louder and louder, until she had to re-dull her hearing to avoid being deafened by it. This was it. Fox was on the other side of this door.

And shit, there was only a single, small window in the door, high enough that she'd have to stand on her toes to peer in. And while she'd be able to hear him, he probably couldn't hear her. Did that mean she'd need to open the door? What if he tried something? Surely the asshole was desperate enough to—

Her thoughts were cut short as her ears picked up a small gasp inside. No, not a gasp, a wince.

Well that was almost to be expected. Someone like Fox was bound to incite a lot of brawls with his smarmy, self-important attitude.

But when she stood on her toes to get a look inside, she sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth.

Lex had told her Uriah was here. She'd never thought to ask what state Uriah was in.

The blond man was curled up in the furthest corner of the tiny cell, thin arms wrapped around his bare chest, head tucked against his knees. A good chunk of his hair was matted with dried blood, and his skin was covered in purpling bruises. She couldn't see his face, but she could still pick out the bruises lining his jaw, color trickling in towards his mouth. Something inside her twinged, and Sarah decided she'd allow it. She didn't have to like Fox, but right now, it was pretty easy to pity him. Poor guy'd had the rug ripped out from under him, only to find a flight of stairs at his back.

She sharpened her hearing again, kneeling to get eye level with the doorknob. It was locked, as she'd expected, but good hearing was for more than just eavesdropping, and careful listening paired with a bobby pin made for quick work of the lock. She could hear Uriah's heart rate suddenly speed up as she turned the handle, and immediately softened her ears against it.

He lifted his head as she pushed the door open and stepped inside, pulling it closed if only to escape notice. His eyes were wide—well, one eye was wide, the other was practically swollen shut—and his face was gaunt and bloodied.

Sarah let out a breath. "Uh. Hi."

"S-Spyglass?"

"Ah, so you do remember me." She crossed her arms, then remembered she wanted to get him to cooperate, not scare him, and uncrossed them. "It's nice to know you at least knew who I was when you sent an assassin after me."

Uriah raised a shaking arm, as if to shield his face. "Please— I'm sorry, I—I know sorry doesn't m-mean anything, but please, please don't hurt me—"

Shit, that had probably sounded vaguely threatening. "No, no. I'm… I'm not here for revenge or whatever." She sighed. "I… actually had a few questions for you."

"I'll tell you anything you want, I'll comply, please don't—"

"I'm not trying to hurt you," Sarah cut in. Had she sounded threatening again? Was it possible to not sound threatening to the poor guy right now? She tried again.

"I have some information I really need. I won't hurt you if you can't answer my questions, okay? They're just questions."

She waited for Fox to nod. He never took his eyes off her.

"First, do you know of any fail-safes in place for the Hero CEOs? Backup plans that let Corp get away scott-free if we do manage to pin something big on them?" Like how they used you as a scapegoat? She didn't say that part out loud. If that wound wasn't still fresh, it was constantly being re-opened in this environment.

Uriah nodded, but didn't actually say anything. She tried to keep her voice soft as she prompted,

"Like what?"

"I… I don't know, I… I can't remember. E-everything I had, everything good, was on my personal network."

"Network?" Sarah raised an eyebrow.

"Computer. A—a specific computer."

She sighed. "Which I don't imagine you currently have on you."

"I'm sorry—"

"Stop." Sarah pinched the bridge of her nose. "Do you know where this specific computer is?"

"Still at Titanium. In a—a vault."

"That I presume you know how to access?"

He nodded.

"Tell me." It would be a fucking doozy of a mission, but that computer could be a gold mine. Secrets, conspiracy, fail-safes… Corp's dirty laundry. If they could break in, maybe Hugo could hack the network.

"There's a code."

"Of course."

"A-and a fingerprint scanner."

"Of. Course." Fucking of course. Because there had to be something there special enough that Uriah Fox would just have to be brought along. It was entirely possible he was making that part up in a bid to get free. If Lex were here, he'd suggest just cutting off a finger, and she'd be hard-pressed to ignore the idea.

But despite her annoyance, despite knowing the truth of Uriah Fox, that he was a power-hungry, horrible man who was willing to send assassins after literal children to keep his reputation, she felt kind of queasy at the thought of hurting the trembling thing he'd become.

She… she needed time. She needed a new plan. The info about the computer was great, but she doubted Fox would be able to offer much more in this state. 

As she opened the door, peeking outside, Uriah piped up behind her.

"Where..?"

"I need to think. Thanks for the answers." She stepped out—

"Wait! Please… please, take me with you."

Her stomach sank, laden with equal parts dismay and pity. Yeah, his situation sucked, but the idea of keeping him around, of bringing him back to the team… no thank you. If the fingerprint bit was true, they'd find a way to synthesize it, and they shouldn't need Fox to get into the laptop.

"Sarah, please—"

"Using my name won't help." She did look back then, and wished she hadn't. Fox was on his hands and knees, looking up at her with teary, pleading eyes.

"You're a hero. Y-you save people."

Real heroes save everyone. Hadn't she told Lex that? Did it make her a hypocrite then, to want to turn her back on the person responsible for so much of her misery? Who'd killed her old team leader, who'd tortured one of her friends for a year?

Maybe it did. But it still felt justified.

"I was a hero," she said. "You made me a rogue."

She pulled the door closed behind her, dulling her hearing to lessen the sharpness of Uriah's pleas, and began to briskly walk back down the hallway.

With the uninspiring security, she probably could've walked right out the front doors without signing out, but Sarah stopped by the desk again anyway.

"Zhang," the guard mumbled. "Done so soon?"

"I got what I needed," Sarah offered, clutching the pen a little too long after signing her name in the visitor log. "I… heard a rumor while I was inside."

"A rumor?"

She set the pen down. "Yeah. Supposedly Uriah Fox is in here somewhere." What was she saying? Was she about to threaten the guard into treating Fox better?

"Is that what you heard?"

"It's what I heard. Though I didn't see any sign of him, so I don't know how true it is."

His eyes darted to the pen at her fingertips. "Off the record?"

Sarah nodded. "Off the record."

The guard leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, Fox is here, all right."

She feigned surprise. "Really? What did he do? I heard it was something about embezzlement?"

"Something like that," the guard agreed.

"Where is he?" Sarah ventured. "Like I said, I didn't see him."

"He's been in solitary for a while now," the guard replied.

A while. How long was a while? How long had it been since he'd been thrown out? Two months? Three?

"What did he do?"

"Existed." The guard chuckled. "They put a man like that---who's spent his entire life stepping on other people---in a cell block filled to the brim with men who've been screwed over by him and others like him. What'd you think would happen?" He thumbed through the stack of papers on his desk idly. "The first few weeks, it was all we could do to keep him alive. It's a miracle he's still kicking, honestly." He leaned in, conspiratorially. "Between you and me, there's at least two guards on staff who have beef with the guy, and I know they've been paying him visits."

Sarah grit her teeth, trying to make it sound casual when she replied, "And you aren't stopping them?"

"Why would I? It's Fox."

It's Fox.

That was her logic, too. Why would I? It's Fox.

Why would I?

Because real heroes save everyone. And whether Uriah likes it or not, I'm still a hero.

She forced a smile, rolling the pen back to the guard. "Well, have a great day," she said, not waiting for him to reply before turning on her heel and marching out the doors.

Whether she liked it or not, she'd be back. And Fox would be leaving with her.

She'd be back.

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@whumpacabra @enteredin2eternity @kixngiggles @whumpsday @kiichu @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @shywhumpauthor @distinctlywhumpthing , @bloodinkandashes , @fleur-alise , @whumpy-daydreams

and @whumpwillow @turn-the-tables-on-them this one's for you guys lol

[mr-ribbit]

Really hit a sore spot calling your long posts long I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️. Txttletale is the bigot. She's admitted to saying racist stuff before, there's screenshots. That's partially why I don't like the bitch, she's an asshole, I don't care if she's trans. Then when someone says anything remotely negative about her it's all "SHE'S TRANS! DON'T SAY A SINGLE BAD THING ABOUT HER BECAUSE SHE'S TRANS!" and then block your ears when it's pointed out how irrelevant that is for several reasons. So I guess I'm now forced to assume everyone still following/interacting with her after this turn a blind eye to racism when it's against certains groups or when it's coming from a popular person they like. No matter how lightly or harshly someone criticizes her (or someone in her circle), the fucking mob comes out screeching about transmisogyny. Get a new shield.

That's all I can be bothered to say. I'm tired. Maybe you don't routinely die on the sword for her whenever someone brings up her shittiness, but a lot of people do.

again, it's not a sore spot just because I responded to the thing you said. like yeah my posts tend to be long, maybe because I had a lot to say maybe because I ramble. im not mad about it, I just thought it was worth pointing out, particularly when you were telling me to fuck off and mocking me for "caring about people's feelings". did you want me to just like... ignore your ask? do you imagine everything I'm saying is being screamed through tears or something? for context on the following post: I am chilling typing it on my phone and making a stir fry.

you say you don't care that she's trans, but it's literally half of your message. you might not care that she's trans but it's being brought up because of how it feels to be on the receiving end of this type of pattern when transmisogyny is so prevalent and uses the same tactics. it's not being used as a shield, it's being brought up because it is something she is experiencing. if you personally don't think your vitriol towards her (and me, another person you do not know but feel comfortable being kind of mean to) is related to gender, then great. but it's still mean and other people who *do* behave this way because they know she's trans have been saying the same things. so it is possible that her, my, or others' responses are not actually about your extremely specific grievances, but the large amount of grievances being received from multiple places

the reason she's admitted to saying racist stuff before is because she has acknowledged that it was racist and apologized for it, admitted she disagrees with the sentiment now, and illustrated why her post was wrong so that others who had agreed with it would understand. im not gonna speak much on this part because it's not my place to decide what racist stuff is ok to forgive and what isnt and I don't think anyone wants to hear that for me, but I do think that if you think she is a bigot, you should block her account and ignore her posts. i don't really see why you would only bring it up here to shame me, an unrelated person, for defending someone against bullying. it doesn't seem very respectful to the actual people hurt by that post.

also again I'd like to point out that parts of your message here intentionally paint me, her, and more importantly all other people that care about transmisogyny as "a screeching mob". this is the kind of stuff that makes it look like you do actually disrespect trans women / allies. it's the same thing a lot of bigots do when they want to depict someone as irrational, crazy, or otherwise not worth hearing out. even if you disagree with me, her, or others on this, I'd much prefer if you just talked about it rather than tell me I'm screeching and rambling and shielding and doing all of these things that make me out to be less of a person than you. this isn't an accusation, I'm just trying to explain how you're coming off so you can understand why people might still think you're being mean to trans women.

again going back to my post, my main point is the same as yours here: maybe some people here *aren't* attacking certain people just because they're trans. but they're still being really mean and targeting single individuals in a way that is upsetting to me, and feels unfair and immature. and what trans women ARE trying to say is that, intentional or not, it sucks how often it happens to them as a group, and they'd like to be given a chance to explain how that feels more often without being told they're whining, screeching, aggressive "bitches"

also like i am not "dying on a sword" for her, she is my friend who I know is not a horrible person, and so i thought it might be okay to speak up on the matter because I think people are being mean to my friend. sometimes people can talk about things without it being a sword death

[tenebriism]

GETTING TO KNOW YOU.

respond to the following prompts out of character. then, tag others that you'd like to get to know a little bit better!

ROLEPLAYER NAME: Christina / Tina

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: She/her!

MUSE NAME: // gently gestures towards Muse List.

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: It depends on the day. If I'm at work (which I am most of the week), I can't easily access Discord since it's blocked on the work computers and using our phones is grounds for suspension. So, as long as folks can be PATIENT and not spam me, Discord is the preferred medium. Otherwise, Tumblr IMs are okay, too!

EXPERIENCE: I've been writing pretty much all my life, but on Tumblr, I'd say I've been here... almost 10 years, if I've not already reached a decade?

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: I adore fluff mainly. Too much angst makes things feel forced, and I don't like writing strictly negativity or tense situations. It's just not realistic, no matter how tragic a character's life/backstory is. I love fluffy interactions, I love writing domestic moments, and I love writing big developments. Moments that kind of... shift the dynamic and the world we're building together.

PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS:

People who are always negative, or who take things so personally to the point it becomes ridiculous. Vague posting, constant complaining, whining, etc... it gets to be too much sometimes, especially if it's untagged. We're here to write and to bond and vibe; how people manage to add melodramatics and high school drama to this, too, is beyond my realm of understanding.

Making big ship/dynamic decisions without asking me first. There's a difference between something being a surprise (like a marriage proposal), and just flat out moving forward with a big plot point without coming to me to see if I'm okay with it, because my muse(s) very well might not be, and I won't hesitate to state this (it kills the motivation, honestly). Roleplaying involves two, sometimes more people; this isn't a fanfiction, so all parties involved should be considered. Some of my muses don't want children, some of my muses aren't okay with sex, etc, etc. Communication, folks. It's not that hard, and most of the time, I'll be okay with it! Just ask first.

Constantly making blogs for muses and then abandoning said blogs, or remaking blogs multiple times a year. It's okay to want a fresh start from time to time, or to want to pick up a new muse, but I'm not about to keep switching up my tags because you need a new URL every 3 months, and I'm not gonna keep following if I notice you have a graveyard of abandoned blogs.

PLOTS OR MEMES: I'm not the BEST at plotting, especially if it's someone I've not been writing with for a long time, so honestly, memes are a bit easier for me to work off of. It gives me something to work with right from the start, and we can build from there and mold it as we go.

LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: It depends on my motivation. I tend to take a very long time with my lengthier threads, so I like to balance it out with shorter threads, here and there, just to keep the muse flowing.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Motivation tends to hit while I'm at work, annoyingly enough, but typically, late at night works best for me. It's when I'm most active, since I literally stay up all night, lmfao.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: Some of them, yes. Others? Not even remotely close.

tagged by: @serabellyms ;; Thanks, hun! tagging: @hyaciiintho, @ironbloodcd , @box-of-characters , @seeasunset , @r3ys-malt3s3 , @mystiic , @inyvat , and anyone else this may interest!

[britcision]

this is not in regards to any laws being introduced and i say this as a queer person who was a victim of csa - do you earnestly believe websites putting their foot down when it comes to child pornography and content fetishizing horrifying abuse like rape and incest will lead to "censorship" of innocent queer content? do you believe that with your entire chest? do you not see how you are inherently correlating fetishization of abuse with content of gay people existing? and mind you, i am not talking about content that merely explores these themes, but if you jump to try and include exploration of the effects of abuse in graphic detail with content pedophiles make to get off at the thought of a child being molested and then share so other pedophiles can do the same, what does that say about you? why do you feel the need to mock victims and make straw man arguments no adult actually makes about fiction, and then thusly you are targeting the poorly formed opinions of children who are clearly hurt and terrified to mock them for not fully understanding how to properly articulate what they wish to express? do you not see how none of this helps anyone. you are probably a victim yourself, i know, don't get me wrong. i am just trying to make a point. even if you don't understand, or look within yourself, it doesn't really matter to me. i'm gonna block you and move on because i have better things to do than try to genuinely convince a person with their ao3 username in bio about how they have malformed opinions over the internet lmao.

Because the people who are pushing this law to “protect children” are literally the same ones who are getting gay books banned from schools and getting teachers fired for talking about their home lives should they dare to be queer

Because back when FOSTA/SESTA was passed with almost identical hype about “protecting children”, the only thing that happened was porn bans and queer content being deleted or buried. Including images of two men/women holding hands

Because studies have been done for decades, and these kinds of laws have never, ever, made anyone even remotely more safe; all they do is make tagging a legal liability for companies, meaning you cannot meaningfully filter out fan content that might trigger you

Because putting the onus on internet providers or hosts does not catch, slow, or even hinder the people actually abusing children - it just means that anyone who wants a queer content creator removed can just spam report all their work as csa

Because I actually care about children, and have done the research rather than just believing every single cry I hear of “for the children” - the tagline of every racist and queerphobic piece of legislation since before anyone alive today was born

Because pointing out that “queer content is all pedophilia” is an argument these people will immediately use to destroy queer content is not corroborating that opinion; it’s basic pattern recognition, and pretending that it is anything else is a suppression tactic to stop people from calling out that bullshit

If you actually care about children and want them to be safe, stop knee jerk reacting and start actually thinking. The data’s all a Google away, the studies have been done, and anyone who was even remotely engaged when SESTA/FOSTA passed should have noticed just what that legislation actually did

We have seen these kinds of bills before. We saw what happened immediately after. Criminologists around the world have studied the results: children are not safer. And I care more about that than buzzwords and temper tantrums online

But go off about “poorly formed opinions” defending the exact same game plan that happened literally a decade ago like no one has ever heard of history. Makes you look real noble, totally disguises your judgemental hissy fit as Brave Justice Warrior

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🦉 Being Fukurodani's Manager 🦉

Manager with ADHD

Fukurodani x GN reader

Warnings: Swearing

AN: This is part 2 of an Anon request!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

Hear me out for a sec ✋️

You are so good for Bokuto

It's like when you take a dog to the dog park and they get all their energy out

That's what you do for Bokuto

Having ADHD has its perks YN

It can be difficult to function in chaotic places but thankfully, you are completely use to that 😀

When you were first asked to be a manager, it was Akaashi who approached you

He knew you had ADHD because you've been vocal about your struggles

If anyone knows struggles, it's Akaashi 😬

Seriously, he might not have ADHD but dealing with Bokuto just might be worse

I adore that loveable himbo to death but tell me Bokuto wouldn't wear on someone

That's where YN comes in!

Your energy, chaoticness and sometimes lack of self control is a huge benefit to Fukurodani

I mean, they already have two other managers

So like the rest of the team is handled

As for you 👀 well you are specifically there for one Kotaro Bokuto

When Akaashi gets tired, you take over

Bokuto is pretty good at hitting most sets so even if you aren't great, he will make do

You aren't really the greatest at planning but hey, neither is Bokuto 🤗

So when he wants to stay a little later to spike more, you are more than willing to accommodate

The other managers set timers for you to help you stay on task 💅

You aren't the greatest at taking notes, so you main objective is anything physical

Ball retrieval ✔️

Blocking help ✔️

Tossing up balls ✔️

Running after Bokuto ✔️ ✔️

It's nice that your energy matches Bokutos for practice purposes

But not so much for Tournament purposes

I'm on a Nationald kick lately so here we are

🙌🏻Tokyo Nationals🙌🏻

It's almost time for your first match but of course, you have to go to the bathroom

I mean there's just something about using the bathroom in a giant stadium full of trees that resonates with me 🤗

Anyways, you tell your fellow managers you will be tight back

Unbeknownst to you, someone follows you 👀

So when you emerge from the bathroom, you find yourself in a remote part of the stadium

But you also find yourself with Bokuto

Because why not 😄

Seriously ita those bathrooms with the double doors that like lead to different hallways

Those are brutal 😫

"Hey Yn"- Bokuto 🤸‍♂️

"Bokuto what are you doing here?"- you

"I followed you incase you needed help"- Bokuto 😊

"I was going to the bathroom Bo, not running a marathon"- You

"Ok!! Well let's get back-" Bokuto, turning his head in every direction

"Ummm YN- I think we maybe lost"- Bokuto, definitely lost

"Crap"- you, also most definitely lost

Meanwhile 👀

"Ok, it's almost time to line up- wait ✋️ where are Bokuto and YN?" - Coach

Akaashi's eyes practically buldge out of his head 😳

"You cannot be serious right now"- Konoha

"YN went to the bathroom"- Yukie says

"Alone? With Bokuto?"- Washio

"Well shit- time to send out the search parties"- Saruki

Back with YN and Bokuto...

"Bokuto get off the floor, we will be fine"- You

"WEVE BEEN LOST FOR HOURS YN WHAT IF WE MISS THE MATCH?"- Bokuto literally dying on the floor

Pls you are pulling him by his ankle 🤣

"Bokuto we've been gone not even 10 minutes! Will you please get up!"- you

You don't even have time to worry about your ADHD with Bokuto around 😆

It's almost like Bokuto is a magic cure all for aliments because his emo modes trump all

Suddenly your phone rings

"Akaashi, please come help me. Bokuto is laying the floor and I can't move him"- you

"Is he ok?"- Akaashi

"He's Bokuto"- You

"Noted. Send me your location. Be there in a but"- Akaashi

Back with Akaashi

"Maybe we should shout something to find them faster"- Saru

"Ok but what"- Komi

"I got it! HEY HEY-" konoha, stopping to listen

"HEY"- a distant voice

"That was actually a good idea"- Washio

Akaashi and the gang pull up to see Bokuto sprawled on the floor and you just done

"Akaashi is that you! I thought I'd never see you again! Have you grown?"- Bokuto

"Next time I go to the bathroom, I'm bringing someone else"- You, palming your face 🤦‍♀️

"I mean, you and Bokuto are basically walking disasters so that's probably a good idea"- Konoha

Glare at him YN he deserves it 😑

Back in the gym, the game heats up

This is where you shine YN

Your ability to celebrate and get hyped up is beyond compare 🤸‍♀️

Bokuto is in top form and your celebrating is only helping!

Akaashi is so thankful for you 😍

[ladykardasi]

I posted in a reblog about transfems.

I did so in an offensive way. Again, like last time, not realizing I was being offensive. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be. I was trying to be supportive. It obviously did NOT come across that way. Again. I'm sorry.

Transgendered people. I'm begging you to try to understand this from my perspective.

I was raised in a lower middle class home in Sweden. I think I was 15 or 16 before I knew there was something called homosexuality.

It took about another ten years before I knew about transgendered people.

I've never, ever looked down on or thought anything wrong about either gay, lesbian, bi, transgender or any other gender assignation. What makes someone happy is fine with me as long as it's not hurting anyone else.

I'm a curious person and thus have tried to interact with transgendered persons. I am very interested in the human condition in all its forms.

HOWEVER I am living in a remote village. Maybe 100 households or so. I'm also ill which means I am home most of the time. I don't leave the house often because of illness.

That means that most of my social interactions are online. I have very few close friends, and the queerest person I know is me. And the queerest thing about me is that I read slash.

Yeah, not the best way to understand the intricacies of being trans. I do want to understand though, and I do want to interact, but twice now I have done so in a hurtful way without even realizing it until I was blocked by people I've considered friends online.

Not close friends but friends nonetheless. I hurt those people without meaning to.

I was trying to be inclusive and sympathetic when I realized this discussion I was in was a transgender issue, but by then it was too late and... Open mouth, insert both feet.

I'm sorry that I am clueless about being transgender. I'm sorry that I hurt people with my ignorance.

There's only so much you can learn online about something like this. It's like trying to understand what it's like to be Japanese by reading about it. You may understand some things on a superficial level, and you might even sympathize, but unless you have someone in your life to talk to about it, who is actually experiencing it, it's difficult to really get it. To understand what it's like. In my zeal to try to sympathize, I came across as doing the exact opposite of what I meant to do.

For that I'm sorry, and it really saddens me that I lost someone I consider a friend.

If anyone would like to point me to Snape-centric stories dealing with this issue in an informative, well written and believable way, please point me to them.

If you know of other resources that might be helpful, point me to those as well.

I do not, and cannot understand what it's like on a visceral level what it's like to be mistreated, abused, discriminated and shunned by society, family and friends alike for being gay or transgender. I don't think that's possible.

I have other issues that are difficult in my life, but they don't compare.

[suekreandtheidiots]

Lunch Gossip Circle

Location // Characters: Aberdeen // Hallie and Lance

October 2004 - The gang discusses Hallie's new hairstyle during lunch and Lance is less than thrilled about the subject.

Status/Notes: unfinished/Just a wee snippet about the teenage gang, because they amuse me. xD

***

Pointless debates, needless conversations about things that had no actual impact on anything or anyone - Lance Abbott did not at all feel like having any of those today.

Yet here he was, in the school's dining hall, surrounded by his friends who had picked a particularly irritating subject to discuss. Lance tried his best to block most of it out and just concentrate on the stale food in front of him, but it was easier said than done.

"I'm just sayin' it looks weird, alright? Nothin' more." Fozzy shrugged and proceeded to pour a rather disturbing amount of gravy over his mashed potatoes, earning himself a disgusted look from Cal next to him. "YOU look weird." Cal said, wrinkling his nose and yanking the gravy pot out of his friend's hand before he could use it all up. Fozzy just snickered. "Pf, tell me something' new. Hallie has never looked weird so far, though, and… I don't know? I just don't get why she would deliberately choose to look like… like, uh-" "A deranged pink raccoon?" Diana blurted out, and Lance could tell that she was not even trying to keep her tone remotely friendly.

He shot her a harsh look from the side but Diana didn't even flinch and instead just flashed him one of her saccharine smiles, which usually had every bit of potential to instantly incapacitate his brain function, but now it really just rubbed him the wrong way. Fozzy however cackled loudly at Diana's remark, causing some of the other students in the dining hall to turn their heads. "Good one, Di. Good one. She's a keeper, Abbott." he laughed, pointing at Diana with his thumb while shoving a fork full of mashed potatoes into his mouth with the other.

Lance did not find his girlfriend's line all that funny. Granted, he had not quite made up his own mind about Hallie's new look just yet. He was not exactly a fan but there were sure some people who looked worse; he could name quite a few without even thinking. And while Lance was usually not at all above poking some fun at his friends either, there was something he did not quite like about the way the others talked about Hallie behind her back today.

"Gravy." he merely mumbled into Cal's direction, who passed the pot over to him. Lance looked into it - it was indeed almost empty. "Thanks." he sighed, grabbed his dessert spoon and scratched out the last drops. His heart sunk a little at the sight of his lunch - this had to be the poorest mashed-potatoes-gravy-ratio in school lunch history, but Lance figured he would have to live with it. "Did you hear that, Lancie? I'm a keeper." Diana chirped, slightly nudging him with her elbow. "Why is it always others who have to tell you?" "Cause sometimes I can hardly believe my own luck." Lance said dryly and put the pot away, and although he was convinced that his sarcasm was impossible to ignore, Diana seemed to be happy with his sentiment, as she now leaned into him a little and rested her hand on the inside of his thigh. "What's up with you?" Lance heard Cal ask, after a while of them all eating their lunch in silence. He looked up a few moments later, realizing that everyone had turned their heads to stare at him. Cal was obviously talking to him. "Huh? Me? Nothing." he answered. "You're all getting on my nerves today, but apart from that, I'm good." "You're really being weird today." Fozzy backed Cal up. "Is it about Hallie?" "It's not." "Come on, Abbott, you have to admit, that look of hers is strange." "I don't know." Cal barged in. "I kinda like it? It's unique!" "Pf, unique. I mean, what's even going on with her eyes? Who told her it's a good idea to make herself look like a-" "Deranged raccoon!" Diana insisted. "Seriously, she looks shite and I wouldn't want to be caught dead looking like that, you know?" Lance rolled his eyes. "No one asks you to imitate the look, so if anyone ever caught you dead, you should be fine, thank fuck." he snarled, knowing that he was being unnecessarily rude now, but Diana didn't exactly flaunt her nicest side today either. "What the- if you wanna be crabbit, let it out on someone else?! Like you don't find it weird. You said so yourself this morning?!" "I said I almost didn't recognise her when she opened the door!" Lance corrected her. "Same thing?!" Diana snapped back, made a disgruntled face and let go of him, not without not-quite-accidentally bumping into his upper arm with her elbow. "I'm gonna go and get some air." "God, Di. Sorry I'm not too crazy about joining today's school dinner gossip circle. I mean, there's other stuff we should be thinking about!" he called after his girlfriend but she just marched out of the dining hall with furious steps, no longer paying attention to him. "And what would that be?" Cal leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow. "That other stuff we should be thinkin' about?" "The chemistry group project, for example? So far I'm the only one - as usual - who has put in any effort." "Relax, Abbott, that one's due next week and we'll all do our part." Fozzy said, eating another fork full of mashed potatoes. "Di's right, you're crabbit. Stop that." "You know what? Don't even bother." Lance snarled. "I'd rather get an A on that fuckin' project so I'm most likely going to do it all by myself… also, as usual." "He's so modest." Tim now chuckled, and Lance realised that he had been awfully quiet all the time.

[sanrielle]

First chapter now available on AO3 and FFN! Scroll down for a teaser...

Art by Nadiu!

Prologue

Year 200 AG

City lights sparkling in the night hid all evidence of the starry sky above, giving it a gray cast for the lone figure that stood on a hill overlooking the scene—a man in black, invisible to anyone who might be nearby.

He glanced over at the domed, golden building on the edge of the city, then at the statue of Avatar Aang. He felt nothing. There was only the mission. His brothers and sisters would be surrounding the city now, as well as the island in the middle of the bay.

Slowly the sky began to change as if the new dawn had come early. Dark gray gave way to burnt orange—a warm glow that made the energy surge inside him. Blood running hot. Euphoria.

They had said it would feel like this, but he found that words and expectations were not even remotely close to the real thing. And that feeling only grew stronger with every passing moment while the sky burned brighter and brighter. Soon a ball of fire appeared on the horizon. Pulling. Beckoning.

Beep beep beep beep

He reached over to the small device on his wrist and pushed a button to end the faintly irritating noise that pulled him out of his reverie. It was time. 

All was silent for a few seconds, then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and focused all of his chi into his light chakra. It required intense concentration and a deep understanding of the world around him. A connection unlike any other.

He could feel his brothers and sisters in a ring around the city in the moments before the almost overwhelming energy erupted from his forehead in a blinding stream. It hurt. It hurt so much and felt so good. Relief and pain; they meant the same to him. Even through closed eyes, he could see the flash.

For exactly two seconds, the world was enveloped in total silence. He opened his eyes to see an expanding cloud of dust and debris and then—

BOOOOOOM

The shockwave reached his overlook unexpectedly and the ground vanished beneath his feet. Tumbling head over heels into oblivion, every sense overloaded. His breath was violently forced from his lungs as he reconnected with stone and earth. Bones crunched and shattered. It took a minute for the pain to register while he blinked in the dust, gasping.

A purple-golden light met his blurred gaze, like a bruise on fire. It was horrific—the shape of fear and hatred and desperation. He closed his eyes to block it out, and then he died.

Fourteen Years Later

Well, today was terrible. I can’t believe my parents are making me do these sessions and write in this stupid journal. So far it hasn’t helped at all. I’ve decided I’m just going to stop telling them about Yin. In a few weeks, I’ll tell them I’ve grown out of ‘that stuff’ and don’t need to do this anymore.

Mom and Dad were both working all day so I was on Lia duty and she was such a pain in the butt!! More than usual because she’s been cutting a new tooth. Spirits, I’m so sick of cleaning her up and cleaning up after her, especially now that she’s earthbending and making a mess of everything! Ugh, I never want any babies!! Ever!!

I yelled at Mom and Dad when they got home because I’m just so fed up with it. I mean, it’s not like I want to starve to death and I know they have to work but…it’s just not fair. I didn’t ask to have a sister. And I made the mistake of complaining that I don’t ever have time to go into the swamp to practice my firebending. Oops…

Needless to say, Mom’s furious and I’ve been banished to my room. Now I’m sitting here with nothing to do but write in this dumb journal. I just want to get out of this town! Two and a half more years (if I can even stand it for that long). But Dad promised to give me some money to get started on my own if I stay until I’m eighteen. So…I guess I’ll wait. I know they don’t want to lose their babysitter but, hey, if I’m gone they won’t have to buy food for me anymore, right? (I eat a lot!!!)

I’ve got a plan, though: I’m going to find the Avatar! I know, I know, it sounds like a dumb plan, but wouldn’t it be cool? If Avatar Korra is still alive and just imprisoned, then all I have to do is find her and then she can help us escape from wherever she is. If she died years ago, then I need to look for the new Avatar. Together we can figure out what’s going on with this bender plague or whatever it is. And then we can lock up all the blue sages and everything will be good again.

I never told anyone this before but I kinda used to wish I was the Avatar. But Gran said once that the new Avatar would be an earthbender, and I’m a firebender like my grandad-who-shall-not-be-named (seriously—I don’t even know his name). I always thought it would be so cool to be powerful and important. But…I guess it would be really stressful to have to give speeches and stuff all the time. And solve everyone’s problems and deal with the blue sages.

So now I think it would be better to be the Avatar’s sidekick: all the adventure and excitement without the responsibility. Of course, I’ll never get to do any of that if I’m stuck in this awful town forever!!

Anyway, I guess I don’t have anything else to say. Yay, I killed a whole ten minutes writing this… Time to sit here and do nothing until bedtime.

My life stinks!

Saph underlined the final word with such fierceness that it cut through the page, then she shut the leatherbound book with a snap and tossed it down to the foot of her bed. With an annoyed huff, she flopped over onto her stomach and smashed her face into the pillow to let out a frustrated groan.

It wasn’t unusual for her to think of a certain person when she was upset. Now was one of those times.

I wish you were here, Gran. You always knew the right things to say. You told me being a teenager would be hard but I had no idea just how hard. Why’d you have to go and die when I needed you the most??

She let herself cry, lying there face down like a corpse. Gran had always said it was okay to cry, that the tears were good for her skin. ‘You’ll come out of it feeling better—and glowing, to boot,’ she’d say, wiping Saph’s cheeks with her thumb.

That had been almost four years ago, only six months before she’d passed away. It felt like yesterday. Thinking of her, Saph drifted off into a deep sleep.

“I’m gonna be the best firebender in the world!” A much younger version of Saph jumped between the vines while she shot little spurts of fire from her fists. The flames were quickly extinguished by the heavy, humid air. 

“I don’t doubt it,” the old woman said. “But remember—it has to be a secret.”

“I know, Gran.” She stopped and turned her face up, pouting. “I don’t like it.”

“Neither do I. It’s just the way it is.” Her wrinkled hand lifted into the air and sent a spiral of mud around Saph’s small body, eliciting a shrieking giggle. “Don’t worry, you’ll learn other ways to firebend that won’t get you into trouble.”

“Boring ways! I wanna fight!”

“Come, sit down. My old bones are hurting from trying to walk through this place.” They got settled on a particularly thick vine, side by side. “Who do you want to fight, hm?”

“The blue sages! I hate them! I want them to go away!”

“Well… If you really want to change the world one day, remember this: It’s not as fun as it appears to be. Being a hero comes with a heavy price.”

BAM BAM BAM

“Saph, get up! Now! You’re gonna be late!”

“I’m up, I’m up!”

But she wasn’t. At the moment, she was still face down on her pillow. Tired. Sweating. Tears lingered in her eyes from the dream.

I miss you, Gran.

A minute or so later, she reluctantly pushed herself upright and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth. A mighty yawn made her jaw crack and pop painfully.

The door flew open and banged against the wall, revealing her mother and the screaming toddler in her arms. A stranger would’ve assumed the still-youthful woman was Saph’s older sister, and the child her niece rather than her baby sister. All three had the same black hair and blue eyes.

“If you want breakfast, you better be out here in the next thirty seconds!”

“You could try knocking!” Saph shot back. 

“I did knock! Multiple times!”

“But you can’t just barge in! What if I’d been naked?!”

“The horror!” Mara said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and walked away.

Saph finally got up, grumbling wordless complaints under her breath, and went out to the kitchen. A steaming skillet of scrambled eggs caught her attention immediately and she hurried over to fill her plate, the argument forgotten.

“Not so much,” Mara said, her tone gentler now but holding a distinct weariness. She shifted Lia to her other hip and tried to placate her with a wooden toy. “Your father hasn’t eaten yet. There’s some bread to fill you up a little more.”

The only response to her words was an audible growl from Saph’s stomach while she dejectedly put a little bit back in the skillet. It was the same every day. She’d grown like a weed in the last year, surpassing her petite mother in height, and there was never quite enough food for her.

Her dad emerged while she ate, planting a quick kiss on the top of her head before serving his own plate. Like Mara, he was far too young to have a teenage daughter, but there they were—a weird little family.

Saph noticed a folded piece of paper sticking out of his pocket right before he sat down at the table.

“Is that a letter?” she asked around a mouthful of food, thinking of the other person she considered family and who was due for a visit. “Is it from Nani??”

“It sure is,” Jojin said, green eyes smiling. “She’s coming this week and plans to stay for at least a month.”

“Yes!” Saph was instantly filled with eager excitement and shoveled the food into her mouth as if that would somehow make Nani come sooner. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her mother frown. “Mom? What’s with the face?”

“Hm? …Oh, it’s nothing. I was just…thinking about my day. Trying to plan. Make sure you come straight home after your session because I have to work.”

“Hmph. If Lia tears up the floor again, it’s not my fault, okay?”

Mara was crouching to set her down and didn’t bother to turn around to respond. “I’ll fix it when I get home. Just make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.”

“And feed her and change her and entertain her and everything else…”

“We’re a family and we’ve all got to chip in,” Jojin said pointedly, though he softened it with a smile. “You don’t have to like it but you still gotta do it.”

Once her plate was empty—which was about ten seconds later—Saph was chivvied back into her room to get dressed. A small, dirty mirror sat atop her dresser and she looked into it with a sigh while she brushed her hair and hastily put it up. 

It wasn’t that she was ugly. Just…normal-looking. Her face still had the roundness of childhood and she was beginning to think it would always be that way.

She wanted to be beautiful. She wanted people to stop and look at her with awe and envy when she passed by. But most of all, she wanted to live in a world where such a thing wouldn’t be dangerous. Blending in was a blessing. She knew it well. And she hated it.

A few minutes later, she was practically shoved out the door.

‘You can’t miss any sessions,’ her mother had warned at the beginning of this tribulation, weeks ago. ‘It’s too expensive.’

Then why are you making me go in the first place?! Saph thought furiously for the umpteenth time as she walked through the muddy streets of Dao-Shu. The sprawling, ramshackle town on the edge of the swamp wasn’t exactly bustling, but there were enough people out and about to make her uncomfortable.

A blue sage with her signature tattooed forehead came around a corner and Saph flinched, giving her a wide berth. The inked third eye was eerily similar in color to her own blue eyes. It was deeply unsettling. But the woman paid her no mind and kept walking. 

Fortunately, Saph’s destination was the next house. She didn’t even need to knock; the door opened as soon as she approached the threshold.

“Good morning, Sapphire,” Yura said warmly as she stepped back to let her pass before closing the door. She had wild gray hair that was kinked into tight curls. Faint wrinkles on the corners of her eyes and around her mouth became more pronounced when she smiled. 

“It’s Saph.” How many times did she need to say it?

“Of course, my apologies. How are you today, Saph?”

“Okay.” She shrugged and awkwardly wrapped her arms around herself as if it would shield her from the upcoming conversation.

“Let’s sit down and have a cup of tea. And I know how much you liked those tea biscuits last time, so I made sure to make extra today!”

Honestly, the only reason Saph even put up with these sessions—however reluctantly—was for the snacks. Every little bit was appreciated.

“So,” Yura said once they were settled in the living room. It was a cozy space—small, but with a lived-in feel and enough decor to betray that it’s owner made a decent living. “How is your journaling going?”

Another shrug. She reached for a biscuit to dunk in her tea, which was far too hot to actually drink. “Okay, I guess.”

“And have you had any more dreams about Yin since we last talked?”

“Of course. I dream about her almost every night.” Saph paused with a pensive frown as an ache spread out through her chest. “Not last night, though. I– I dreamed about Gran, instead.”

“Mm. You must miss her.”

“I’m okay.” She wasn’t, but that was beside the point. It still felt so fresh some days, despite having been years.

“Do you want to talk about her?”

Saph considered the question. The last thing she wanted to do was get emotional and start crying, but… The only other option was to talk about Yin, which was the whole point of these sessions, yet not something she was eager to do, given the fact that—apparently—it was ‘unhealthy’ and ‘concerning’ for a teenager to have an ‘imaginary friend’.

She internally rolled her eyes at all the words used by the adults in her life, spoken in shadowy corners when they didn’t know they were being overheard. They would never understand.

When she didn’t answer, Yura said, “Why don’t we talk about Yin?” So predictable. “How about you tell me about your last dream about her?”

“It was the same as all the others. A large meadow with mountains all around. She was sitting in the grass and I sat across from her.” 

Saph tried hard to remain neutral. Simple descriptions only. It was so embarrassing, talking about Yin now that everyone was making a big deal about it. Before, she had happily gone on and on about her best friend—her only friend, really. All the silly little games had been met with support and enthusiasm because they kept her entertained. 

Not anymore. Now everyone just thought she was weird. 

“Have you ever seen her clearly?” Yura asked. “Or is she always hazy and vague when you dream of her?”

“Always the same. Like flames and smoke from a fire.” It was something that flowed from her mouth automatically, as often as she’d said it.

Yura looked at her silently for a few moments, a placid smile on her face. Saph really didn’t understand what the point of all this was. The woman had so far done nothing to make her feel better about anything in her life. She’d just asked questions, mostly.

“Fire…” she mused as if to herself. “I wonder if that’s significant. Subconsciously, I mean. You’re a firebender, after all. It’s no surprise that there might be a correlation in your mind.”

Whatever that means… “I guess.” 

“Do you think that the rumors these past several years of the sickness affecting benders might be connected in some way? Perhaps a latent worry manifesting? Some way for you to try and have some control over your life?”

At that, Saph scowled, not pleased by the implication that Yin was just a hallucination that she’d conjured. “No. Yin has always been there.”

Her stomach growled in the heavy silence that followed and she grabbed another handful of biscuits. She thought she caught a glimpse of something in Yura’s expression—a hint of consternation—before it was replaced once again by an amused smile.

“I bet you eat your parents out of house and home with an appetite like that,” she joked. 

“Yeah,” Saph agreed around a mouthful. “Dunno why they’re paying for this when they could’ve spent the money on food…”

The smile slipped once again and Yura fixed her with a penetrating gaze. “May I say something to you in confidence?”

“Okay…?”

There was a brief hesitation before she continued. “Your parents didn’t pay for these sessions.”

Saph swallowed hard, surprised by the admission. “Who– Who did? Nani?”

“No, it wasn’t her. A different woman, tall with black hair. She didn’t tell me her name.”

That didn’t make any sense to Saph whatsoever. “Why are you telling me this?”

“I just wanted you to know that you don’t need to choose between food and talking to me. It’s all taken care of.”

“But why wouldn’t my parents have told me?”

“I’m sure they have their reasons. Perhaps they were simply embarrassed.”

The rest of the hour passed slowly, Saph trying her best to pretend that she was fine and didn’t really need to be doing this. 

Yura was apparently unconvinced. “See you next week,” she said cheerfully, once it was over.

“Yeah. See ya.”

Despite her mother’s command, Saph didn’t go straight home. She was hungry and knew it would be hours until lunchtime, so she headed to the marketplace to steal a meat pie. It wasn’t difficult; she was well-practiced and the blue sages didn’t pay much attention to crime. The only problem was that she had to be careful not to do it too often in the same place or the sellers would start to recognize her.

With her hands in her pockets as she casually strolled past the cart, Saph ‘tripped’ and swiped the nearest pie as she fell.

“Hey, watch it!” the owner yelled, steadying his cart as it rocked from the slight impact.

“Sorry!” She quickly stashed pie and got up to run off, hiding a smile at her stealthiness.

She didn’t even make it around the corner.

“Nice try!” a booming voice said as it reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Saph yelped as she was jerked backward. Her heart began to pound furiously, feeling herself get wrapped up in a thick, muscled arm while the man’s other hand began rifling through her pockets.

He was so strong and squeezing so tightly against her neck. Black specks began to appear in her vision and panic set in.

Gotta…get…away… Reason was lost to her. She couldn’t breathe. The only thing in her mind was escape, at any cost. She brought her hand up to his forearm and let the chi flow. The heat was already built up within her, adrenaline pumping. It was so easy, really. Without thought, she released the energy and he growled in pain. It was enough for him to loosen his grip and let her wriggle away.

Run. Run, Saph. Just run!

But something caught her ankle and she hit the ground hard. There was no temperance left—no caution whatsoever—and she blindly rolled to spew fire from her palms in a desperate attempt to get away.

The shriek of pain from the man was far louder than the last one, drawing unwanted attention. Boots crunched in the gravel and Saph—still trying to get her bearings and grasp what had happened—found herself being hauled to her feet.

A burlap sack was shoved over her head as someone wrenched her arms behind her and tied them with coarse rope.

“Let me go!” she screamed, struggling in vain to free herself. “I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry! Please, let me go!” It was no use, though: She was well and truly trussed. Pure fear began to overwhelm her and tears spilled from her eyes. Why did I do it?? Why did I firebend?? 

Through her sobs, she tried to ask where they were taking her, but nothing resembling actual words made it out of her mouth. They were half-carrying, half-dragging her away to an unknown location.

She’d heard the stories. Her captor was a blue sage, she was almost certain—maybe even the one in the street earlier. Using bending to fight almost always resulted in a swift punishment if one of them happened to witness such a display, but it was rumored that the young ones were occasionally apprehended for some mysterious purpose.

Some told tales of being taken to a jail cell, questioned, roughed up, then released. Others said they had friends and family members who mysteriously vanished. Almost none got away unscathed.

I might never see Mom and Dad again… Or Lia… Or Nani… 

Thoughts of Yin swirled around her head as she felt herself being loaded up into a cart full of straw. Whoever they were and whatever they wanted, no one could take Yin away from her. She was only a dream away.

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2) Getting Real Wings

A few days later, with Y/n's hobbit hole finished and all the basic farms for her food and grinding for other materials that they would need for their megabase, Y/n decided it was time to get a pair of wings. 

Wings weren't hard to get... usually. 

I mean, Y/n could always buy them if they really needed them but it always felt more personal when they got them themselves. Y/n had gotten used to the tiny wings on their back, they weren't much different from the wax and feathers that made their wings from the sixth season or the magic ones from the seventh season. Although it did feel weird not to be able to take off these wings for the night. 

Either way, Y/n had plans to get with Impulse to go endbusting for some elytra wings. 

Soon they will be able to fly and feel the rushing wind against their face and visit the farther people on the island. 

"Y/n?" Impulse's voice was muffled by Y/n's door and Y/n rushed to answer the door with a large smile. 

The man had eyes that sparkled like the night sky with messy brown hair, When He entered the one-room house Y/n swore he lit up the room just based on how excited he was.

"You ready to get some wings?" He asked and took Y/n's hands in his, gripping ever-so-gently like if he held them too tight Y/n could break

"Yep!" Y/n exclaimed "Let me grab a few stacks of blocks so we can bridge and we should be good to go!" 

And off the two went. 

"So You're getting wings for your shop?" Y/n asked as they carefully placed each block to stand on

The two had to respawn and then kill the enderdragon for an even remotely good chance at finding elytra wings. It was a little tedious but kinda fun. 

"Yep!" Impulse said, The man was crawling on the ground and clinging to the rockets he held in his hands "Its a great way to make diamonds from people who don't like going to the end!" 

"That's so Nice!" They exclaimed and reached a new end island "I think this place has a ship!" 

Y/n ran off and left Impulse behind, he watched her fade into the distance and into the stars, He had a gentle smile on his face as he got to the island and stood. 

Y/n and impulse had known each other since Y/n joined hermitcraft in late season six. It was during late season 7 when the two actively started talking and during those few months Impulse had grown a crush on her. Unfortunately, so does everyone else in Boatem (With the exception of Pearl who just met her) 

Grian and Y/n had that bond from Y/n rooming in Grian's oversized future-based pot that he called a megabase in season six, Mumbo loved to call Y/n for building advice and constantly had them at his side, and Scar who has that silver tongue that can woo anyone including Y/n who has come to Impulse embarrassed because of something Scar had said to them that made them melt. 

Impulse was an anchor for Y/n, He knows that and he's proud of it. How often can you say you are one of the sole confidants of your friend and crush? 

Unfortunately, when Impulse brings up crushes Y/n avoids the topic like the plague. 

But if they don't want to answer then oh well, He can't force it out of them and he would never do anything to make Y/n uncomfortable. Impulse walked towards the end city and noticed Y/n in the air with large white wings holding them up. Their laugh echoed through the void and Impulse felt his heart swell at Y/n looking so happy. 

"Impy!" Y/n called to impulse using Tango's nickname for him "I found the elytra!" 

"Great job Y/n!" Impulse called back and watched as they landed in front of him "Do you need any shulkers? I can grab some for us and you can grab me a pair of wings?" 

"Yeah! that works out, I need some more rockets though. I suck at conserving them." Y/n seemed to pout as they crossed their arms over their chest and Impulse gave them two stacks of rockets "You go find them, I'll gather some shulker shells. When you come back we can grab the other Elytra for my shop." 

"Got it!" Y/n grinned and set off into the stars 

Impulse watched as they left before rolling up makeshift sleeves and taking out his diamond sword and heading into the city

only to be immediately hit by a shulker bullet and began levitating 

"This is gonna take a while," Impulse gave a nervous laugh as he grabbed onto one of the city's towers "Great." 

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"And We're back!" Y/n said as they resurfaced from the end portal and woke up in their room only to see impulse wasn't by them and presumably in his base "And I have all his elytra wings, welp chat! Guess we're gonna see Impulses base!" 

The stars around Y/n's head sparkled brighter and Y/n laughed lightly at their excitement. They walked out of their own hobbit hole to see Grian planting a tall tree on top of Mumbo's base. Y/n only shook their head and ignored the pesky bird. 

"Impy!" Y/n called as she knocked on his door "I have your wings!" 

"Y/n?" Impulse asked as he opened the door "Thanks! These are much appreciated, I honestly kinda forgot about them!"

He laughed as he took the limp elytra from Y/n and put it in his inventory. The two shifted in his doorway silently before Impulse perked up. 

"Oh! Have you heard? Me and Grian made a skeleton farm, I can show you if you want?" He offered 

"Sure! I need some bones anyway. I have big plans this season!" Y/n said and spread their arms and wings out wide with a large smile on their face 

"Oh?" Impulse asked as he walked out to show Y/n where the farm was "Like what?" 

"I have plans to make a white cathedral floating in the sky. I'm going for a gothic-victorian era feel and with this new build height it can be appropriately off the ground!" Y/n explained and followed the male "I'm not particularly religious but the architecture for victorian era chapels is exactly what I was looking for! So many details and the spires and I get to play with some stained glass as well!" 

Y/n clasps their hands together in joy and seemed to... glow? 

"Woah- Y/n... You're glowing!" Impulse said and took a step back in shock 

"Oh yeah-" Y/n said and shook their head and body violently and the glow seemed to fade away "That happens. I freaked out when Grian pointed it out to me yesterday. So far it seems to just be when I feel strong feelings." 

"That's kinda cool!" Impulse said And too cute! 

"Is it?" Y/n asks "I Guess! I don't know what to think, to be honest. This has never happened." 

"That's right, something changes about you every season." Impulse remembered "Last year you were a witch? Since you were focused on medicine and the body?" 

"Yep! And Scar was a Wizard since he focused on mainly academia and the physics of the magic!" Y/n exclaimed "And season 6 I was just a pirate sailing the seven seas! At least until my boat crashed and I had to stay in Grian's place until he found me." 

"I remember that. Grian was freaking out when he found you asleep in an amazing-looking room and I was with him." Impulse prompted and got a laugh out of Y/n 

"Yeah!" They laughed and started down the staircase Impulse led them to "I felt so bad so once I moved out and got my life together I made him a gift!" 

"You literally bought out Tango's shop once he restocked," Impulse laughed "He complained to me for hours!"  

Their conversation echoed as they went lower and lower, notifying the skeletons that they were there and started moving forward. Impulse placed Y/n in front of the carved-out hole where Y/n could just hit the skeletons to get XP and bonemeal. 

As Y/n slashed her sword at the Skeletons, Impulse talked with her about his plans for his megabase and stuff. "Y'know, I just finished the sorting system before you got on today."

"Really Mr.Candyman?" Y/n asked and turn to look at him "What else did you work on?" 

"there's a bee farm under my base," Impulse said, "and I made a mob farm, I made a transport system to show off the boatem bases, plus I made the void hole for the Boatem Hole." 

"Neat," Y/n said before turning to slash at the skeleton with a powerful slice "You've been uber productive then huh?"

Impulse watched as their muscles contorted and rippled across their body as they hit the mob made of bones, their clothes shifted across their body perfectly and showed off their form perfectly. 

"Impulse?" Y/n asked and turned around while snapping him out of his stupor 

"Huh? Oh! yeah! I've been pretty busy lately." Impulse said and watched as Y/n sat down next to him, dirtying the white clothes "Are you sure you should be sitting on the dirty ground?" 

"I have plans to make a washateria for Hermits clothes. I also need to make myself some new clothes because I realized I didn't spawn with extra." Y/n said 

"Oh? Tell me if you need any extra, you can borrow some of my shirts." Impulse said, "They'll be a bit oversized but hey it's clothes." 

"I might take that up!" Y/n smiled and leaned their head On impulse's shoulder "But for right now I'm gonna focus on grinding and getting my megabase done!"

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