#are their better reasons to hate him? probably. but my big one is CREATING THAT STUPID ASS SUPERBOY TSHIRT AND JEANS LOOK! i hate that look

[batcavescolony]

Minding my own business, watching so tv. I put on some cake wars and who do I see? GEOFF FUCKING JOHNS MY COMIC BOOK NEMESIS!

[big-tiddy-bi]

Big brain time

So the joker has died and been brought back to life, right. So, what if all people who have been brought back are technically subjects of the ghost king. So what I’m saying Ghost king Danny and a legion of the finest ghost knights appear in the sky over Gotham to bring joker in to the ghost zone to stand trial. Also I think ghost have like written rights and I think vengeance is one because they are ghost and I think it sounds cool.

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Gothem may not be the most normal city, but a giant swirling mass in the sky oozing toxic green liquid was a first for most of citizens, but the Jason knew it well, well at least he knew what the liquid was. The pit raged within him, violent and unyielding.

The droplets of Lazarus pooled on the ground and on top of buildings creating puddles of glowing water. Jason as fast as he could put on his armor and helmet. The communicator was screaming in his ear as he ran to the top of his building to get a better vantage point of what was going on.

As if the situation could not get any weirder people started to crawl out of the water. People might not have been a good way to describe these things, but who cares about semantics wham the apocalypse seems to be right around the corner.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing” dick asked over the coms, “because I think I just saw a centaur made out of a centipede and a Samurai come out of a Lazarus pool the came from the sky”

Replacement answered first “ I have three midevil skeleton knights and the headless horseman, so probably yeah”

“For the first time I how that scarecrow spiked the water” Steph responded “because I think I just saw the dog things from the first ghost busters and I didn’t think Damian needs another pet demon”

Before Jason could reply a blue woman covered in scales climes out of one of a pool close to him. When her snake like eyes met his he froze. Her voice was calm but she spoke with a Weight  to it. “Put down your gun, young one and go inside, our king will be herein a moment”

For some reason he felt like he was included in the “our” . With all the courage he had gained from his years of training he asked “ what do you mean our king?”

As if on cue lightning started to clash as something giant started to descend from the sky, the center was vaguely human shaped and looked like it was made of ice in one arm a black sword, on the other a red ring that looked like it was imbedded into the icy flesh of the beings body  strand of red trailing up its arm where the veins should be a cap rapped around its shoulders like someone cut it from the fabric of the universe. A crown floated above its head. It’s face look like someone scribbled it out in post prediction, Wings surrounded it, completing the biblical angel look.

“ My name is phantom” it began to speak “king of the infinite realms, defeater of pariah dark, protector of the living dead.” Phantoms voice was loud and forceful but it didn’t hurt Jason’s ears like it should, but his chest felt tight, not with fear but like someone grabbed his heart and was squeezing it. “My people have been tormented enough by your legal system’s incompetents.”

Phantom as the thing was called lifted up its sword to point in the Direction of  arkham asylum, as Jason fell down to one knee, his body forcing him to bow his head to phantom. Neither Jason nor phantom controlled this movement, but the pit.

“ the dead are mine” phantom continued “your dead are mine, their anger and hate are mine. The children you let die are mine, and most importantly the minute the joker died he became mine”

Jason’s head snapped up, he hadn’t killed the joker, that bastard was alive in arkham, no one had killed the joker, Unless he was brought back, but no sane person would bring the joker back, unless, but Bruce wouldn’t.

“Batman you have stolen my subjects rights to justice and vengeance, you and the people of gothem have until sunrise to bring the joker to me or one of my men, if not we will take him by force. Do not disappoint me”

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Tell me if it sucks, also I can’t tell if this courts as a fanfic so…

[averyangrypossum]

Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce the

Flowerbroadcast AU!

Based on the two drawings I did of a fankid for the ship radiostatic.

The full-body one

And the one with both Vox and her

And now, I’m gonna tell you all about it and exactly who the fuck this little kid is.

Lotus is the daughter of Vox (as you can tell) and Alastor and is six years old. She was created shortly after Vox and Al broke up, oh yeah I should probably talk about their relationship status. Vox and Alastor, unlike in canon, weren’t only close friends but were dating at some point, mostly because Alastor wanted to manipulate Vox’s feelings to where he’d be more compilable but accidentally took it too far, and since Vox is a piss baby Alastor decided to entertain Vox for a while.

Was this relationship healthy?

NO!

Would Vox say these were the best years of his afterlife?

Yeah.

But anyways, in this au when Vox asks Alastor to “join his team” he was actually proposing and Alastor finally realized,

“Shit maybe this has gone out of hand” and breaks it off with Vox which leaves Vox heartbroken and with an incel breakdown. Now instead of trying to move the fuck on, he has our little darling Lotus, who he has trying to fill the hole that Alastor left.

So obviously having a child for that reason isn’t going to make you a good parent.

Lotus’ relationship with the Vees are as follows in the particular order.

1 Velvette: She does Lotus’s hair everyday and picks out outfits for her to post on her social media before Lotus immediately undos everything that Velvette does and just goes for pigtails and her nightgown. Velvette has wine aunt energy and is probably the only one of the Vees to know how to talk and get through to Lotus.

2 Valentino: Surprising I know, but Lotus doesn’t know what he does to his workers, she knows what he does for work but grew up with thinking that was just something normal since Valentino was never hush hush about his job around her much to Vox’s dismay. Valentino isn’t a big fan of children and doesn’t hang around her often, but sometimes he’ll draw along side her while bitching about a particular show she’s watching even though it’s literally made for kids.

3 Vox: Wow, how bad do you have to fuck up for a pimp who hardly spends time with her to be ranked higher than her own father?? Vox, despite making the conscious decision to have her, he isn’t around like at all. Hes a workaholic through and through, and mostly leaves her with nannies and Velvette. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love her. Au contraire he loves her with all his heart and soul. Will give her anything except quality time. He uses her more of an accessory than a child.

Now how exactly Lotus was made is up to you.

A robotic creation Vox made? Sure!

Some voodoo magic shit? Yeah!

Some weird magic thing where she kinda just poofed into existence? Why not!

Mpreg? I mean, do what you wanna do ig?

Cuz it really doesn’t matter!

This whole au starts with Lotus running away from the Vee tower to explore hell since she's basically Rapunzel. She gets lost and terrorized by sinners until our deer Alastor rescues her. Seeing his chance to promote the hotel he takes her there where she is offered to stay there by Charlie when Lotus complains about how bad her dad is. She graciously accepts because shes only six but is going through her “My dad hates me and I hate him” era. Which I mean…I would get that impression too if I didn’t see my dad that much.

Wait my dad lives across the country…don't talk to me rn I’m busy dyeing my hair black and becoming emo 🖤

But anyways she stays there while Vox is loosing his fucking mind, and becoming more mentally unstable.

Meanwhile! She's having the time of her life with the hotel's residents and a new father figure who treats her well and pays attention to her! Alastor! Now Al doesn’t know she is his kid, but that doesn't stop him from being a better dad than Vox out of spite!

Anyways, thats all I have, for now! Stay tuned my friends~

[midnight---hollow]

Ok i need to yap for a second

I love how well written and thought out the ipc is in honkai star rail. I feel in general we dont always get the best discussions about capitalism and giant corps because said giant corps are usually sponsoring or are creating them most of the time so there is usually bias. I just saw some of the boothill story lore leaks and im not gonna talk about them here cus leaks but it gave me real big appreciation for how the ipc is handled.

Im personally a real big fan of complicated situations in my fictional stories. Ever since mob psycho ive gained a new lens of trying to find sympathy and reason for any situation, keeping my own opinions and preferences while still understanding the other side. I feel star rail has done a great job at show casing the many sides of the ipc even if i for one really dont like the ipc and its my least favorite organization

(I feel i should also say this is an opinion piece and im not informed enough on the real life issues as i would like to be. I just want to yap my opinion out and express why i find joy in this and maybe even come back later with more research to make another post but with references and proof to explain why besides what i remember and like. If i do get anything wrong then please inform me cus i would like to learn more about this and plan to)

|Spoilers for basically all the ipc related things in hsr|

I started out hating them cus i just dont like capitalist corps and they just rubbed me the wrong way. When the arum alley event happen i was originally pissed at it because even though it was confirming my beliefs of “big corp bad” it felt cheap and like almost every other story told by a big corp trying to tell us big corps are bad. Yknow the “look at this obviously in the wrong guy dont be like him, look at him get his comeuppances in the end and ignore how we actually are alot more complicated and worse than this super evil and obvious example”

arum alley then did something i didnt expect. It gave nuance to the story. It started out with that obvious example yes but the next one wasnt that obvious, the next part of the event talked about how some workers feel they wont be able to sustain their lives as independent workers and feel they need to work for the big corps for a safe job and it started getting into the logistics of big corp vs independent business. Yeah we where fighting them but there where reasons and concerns and fears to be given. It wasnt just big corp bad it was “yeah big corp bad but here is why and here is also how its good” and it brings up the questions on what can be done so we dont need to rely on big corp

Topaz and her whole arc is another situation i find interesting. Topaz is a character i dont care to much about to be honest but i think she plays a good role in this whole ipc debacle. To me she feels like she represents someone who used the system because they needed to and made it work and flourished in the system. Her planet was basically unlivable and she lived in a capitalist waste that failed. In comes the ipc and they are almost what her world was but better for they offer to help and save them. All they need to do is sign their lives away to join the ipc and they did and their planet flourished because of it. Topaz herself was able to rise the ranks into being a cornerstone. I think her story shows both the light and dark of the ipc because they saved her planet but they only did it because it benefited them, if they didnt sign their lives away it is very likely topaz and everyone on her planet would have suffocated from the toxins and died. They had no choice but to join the system and its stated in game that topaz’s planet is one of the few that where able to be saved.

That’s probably what i like most about the playable ipc characters, it reminds us that these big corps arent just mustache twirling bad guys, it reminds us there are people there just trying to keep going and some of them are genuinely trying to do right and think what they are doing is right. Again topaz for example, she genuinely believes what she was doing was for the good of belabog. She saw a planet so similar to her own and i think she did what she thought was right and tried to help them (i dont think what she did was right but i can see where she comes from in thinking its right) i also think its showing that when she learned their was a way out for belabog that allowed them to not give their lives away to the ipc she gave in and stopped trying to convince them. She risked her own job security to allow them that right and because she didnt force an entire planet of innocent people who just got out of a horrible situation to sign their souls away (including the children mind you) she got demoted. Im not saying that she deserves a pat on the back for doing the bare minimum esp after she tried killing us, she is a rich, a conerstone, owns an exotic pet that she throws into battle and design her gun after, is a high member of said capitalist big corps, im just saying this is a very nuanced and interesting situation that i like to think about because there are so many thoughts and arguments

The whole belabog vs ipc thing was interesting in general for me because i think it was just such a good concept to bring forth the conversation of the goods and bads of big corps. Technically the ipc does have the right to want their century old debt repaid (ignoring the fact we later learned the robots where never used i think idk the end was confusing ngl) yet also at the same time we as people have a hard time siding with them when belabog didnt even know they where in debt because they where so isolated because of the stellaron and they just got out of the stellaron crisis and are trying to make their world habitable and yknow survive. We cant blame them for being unable to pay a humongous debt when these where the same people who stood in awe as march shower them a photo of their planet that she took while on the express. It creates a situation where yeah technically the giant corp has a right to take that money because its theirs but its still feels so cruel to make them have to cough it up right now with only a few days time. Belabog is basically forced to sign that deal because there is no way they could have payed that off they where doomed the moment topaz set foot on the planet. I remember talking to each of the people in belabog and getting their opinions on the matter and constantly having to rethink my stance because there where so many good points for why they should and so many for why they shouldnt. I can go on and on about this but this bit is already to long.

Aventurine!!! Aventurine aventurine oh where to start. Unlike topaz i actually like aventurine alot he is just such a well written character but we arent here to talk about how amazing him and the games writing is we are here to talk about the capitalist cooperation he is a cog in. Aventurine in a sense has a similar story to topaz but its more cruel and less happy. The ipc didnt save him, the ipc what going to arrest him and its thanks to his luck and a deal with the devil (or in this case a bet with a snake) that he was able to become aventurine.

I havent seen the writen stuff for him in his characters story because i dont have him but i will say from what i saw during the main story, something i question alot is what the ipc did during the avgin genocide. This might be a small tangent but the avgins said they had the support of the ipc. What happened that caused for the entire avgin civilization to be wiped out when they had the help of people with better weapons and armor and equipment. Apart of me is nihilistic enough to think the ipc didnt really care for saving the avgins and might have used the katakans attack as a way to know out the two groups that where causing them the most trouble but at the moment i dont know if theres anything supporting this theory so its just a crack theory

Aventurines spot in penacony is again interesting. Penacony is a prison planet of the ipc, that was taken over and turned into a party paradise thanks to the hamrony, family, and a stellaron. Aventurines goal was supposed to be to put penacony back in the ipcs control and to be honest i cant tell if thats his plan or not because of how crazy and confusing the story was (i loved it) but that being said it is another example how how grey ipc is. It isnt just a big bad corp there are people with lives and in avens case, people trying to gain their freedom with any risks necessary. I also think again the ipcs role in penacony is like belabog, very interesting, just for different reasons.

Penacony is based off America and in this case im assuming the ipc is their Britain. I feel like if you ask most people they would say that the ipc is the only group in penacony they hope fails (minus aventurine again i feel everyone wants aven to succeed even if we want ipc to fall) but i think the family being as grey as they are (basically a cult and also a representation of newer day amarica and its “its us or them” mentality in a way. I can make another yap ses about that lmao) adds an air of mystery and confusion on who we want to succeed since they are on two very different sides of the board so if one wins the other loses. It makes it feel like a fight of two big corps against each other and not really knowing who to support. Do you want to support the capitalist or the cult, pick your poison. We need the rest of penacony for me to go more in-depth on my opinion of ipc here and to rant but i can say its already making me question and argue both sides with what we have seen so far

That was fun for me. I havent ranted on tumblr in a long long time but hsr has been my recent hyperfixation and again boothill makes me crazy. While writing this is made me start to think about how much i wanted to talk about the hidden story of immigration i feel penacony is aso trying to tell. I think penacony is handling so many deep and interesting topics and im very excited for the next update. This has made me hyped to talk about the immigration stuff but i want to do reaserch and gain a proper strong stance besides “thats just my opinion.” I think this is an interesting topic and yapping about it made me want to do more reaserch on the topics of capitalism and big corps cus i hate them but i also think its important to know about it and understand there is more to the issue than just stingy old white rich people. I havent even gotten to jade yet. When we learn more about her imma have some words prob

Srry this was long but anyways cant wait till boothill comes out so i can get him and his light cone

[jksprincess10]

A small loan || Pedro Pascal x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Pedro found your secret kink. 

TW: Age gap, unprotected sex, mask kink, dom!pedro

I feel like this isn’t as good as I imagined but I needed to get this out of my brain

You two had an agreement. He would leave for months for filming and came back eventually to his New York apartment, where you stayed for free. He gave you everything, in return, you were discreet and you took care of his home. You liked this freedom, liked being alone. As an introvert, you could stay in your-his office all day and write your silly little romance novels and give some writing lessons on the side to have some pocket money. You would spend nights exploring his bookshelves and imagine his voice reading aloud.

You liked this independence, yes, but a part of you always waited for him to come back. Of course, you would facetime at least once a week. More if you could. But you were young and he didn’t want the media on his ass for dating a younger woman, although he wasn’t as creepy as Leonardo Dicaprio. No, you were far into your twenties. Still, he didn’t want anyone to know, except close friends, and you were his little secret.

Your best friend knew, of course, she was the reason you two met.

It was Jessie’s book launching party. You two went to university together and you followed your dreams, always supporting each other and being honest with each other.

You hated those stupid parties and meeting new people, having to make small talk, but you went to encourage her. Jessie was showing you around to everyone like a cute puppy and eventually, you two stopped in front of Pedro. His face was familiar, but you didn’t know from where.

“Pedro, this is my best friend.”

He leaned in to leave polite kisses on your cheeks and you felt his beard scratching your cheeks.

“Nice to meet you.” His voice was soft, inviting.

“L-Likewise.” You responded, destabilized by his beauty.

“Y/N, you probably know him from The Mandalorian…”

“Oh.” That’s all you could say. This stupid show that inspired some smutty stories you wrote about mask kinks. You didn’t know it was him – hell, they never showed his face and you weren’t a big enough fan to dig deeper. But he was handsome. “Didn’t recognize you without the mask.”, you justified awkwardly.

And Jessie left you there to see other friends. You looked probably dumbfounded, but he laughed and it made your shoulders relax, leaving the tension and the awkwardness behind.

“You’re right, I look so much better with the mask on.” He sipped on his wine and you did the same. You felt his soft brown eyes analyzing your body in that light purple dress. You liked the attention he gave you.

“That’s not what I meant at all, you’re very handsome… I just didn’t expect to see you at a romance novel launch party.”

“I have my secrets. So, are you also a writer?”

You engaged in small talk that was, for once, comfortable.

Eventually, that night, you don’t know how, but you ended up in his hotel room, moaning his name as he was exploring your body.

You hung out more and more when he was in town, not only for sex, but for dates, until you came to this little agreement between you two. It was simple and complicated at the same time. You two had a life on the side, but you knew you loved each other, but-but-but no one could know. So many buts. So, you would watch him from afar, on various screens, until he came back to you in this cocoon you two created.

“Almost home. Got a surprise for you, sweetheart.”

You smiled at your phone and saved one last time your draft, before texting back:

“Excited to see what kind of surprise you got for me.”

Since he was – well, older, you had to teach him the rules of texting. Some days, he would just forget that texts existed and would call instead.

Soon enough, you heard the lock of the door turning. You moved from the couch and jumped in his arms. He groaned slightly, surprised, wrapping his arms tightly around you. Then, he pressed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Missed you.”

You got up on your toes to leave a kiss on his lips. “Missed you two, sweet girl.”, he whispered against your plush mouth.

You gave him some time to breathe and take care of his luggage, until you saw a bag that looked heavy. You tried lifting it up, it felt like… metal?

“Pedro, what’s that?” You were always to say his name the right way, the “r” rolling on your tongue.

He took the bag from you before you could see what was inside.

“Your surprise. And it’s not ready yet.”

Your mouth formed an adorable pout, but he didn’t flinch.

“Promise, you’ll get it soon. I just need take a shower first, I smell like… airplanes.”

“That makes no fucking sense.” You laughed.

“I know. But shush.”

“Can’t I come in the shower with you?”

He seemed tempted, you hadn’t touched in months and his body ached for you. But he said no, before disappearing in the bathroom and taking the mysterious bag with him. You waited on the couch, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. It was taking a long time, longer than usual, you thought. But you were patient because he asked. You were his good girl waiting to get praised by him for waiting.

After thirty minutes, the bathroom door opened, and you heard his steps – heavier than usual – coming to you. You lifted your chin to see him in full Mandalorian armor, helmet masking his curls and all.

“Oh.” Your chin dropped to your neck, and you tightened your thighs together.

“They let me… keep it since I asked. A small loan, since they’re making a new armor for season 3.”

His voice sounded deeper as it resonated against the metal.

“Pedro, don’t tell me you found my silly and dirty story-” You panicked.

He approached slowly. He looked taller, scarier. And the naughtiest part of you loved it. His gloved hand lifted your chin, fabric soft against your skin. You were faced with a visor, and you couldn’t see his soft, warm eyes. You were already breathless, and he was barely touching you.

“I did. It gave me a few ideas. So, the helmet stays on, unless you close your eyes. For now, I don’t trust you to keep them closed. Understood?” His voice was deep, dark. The same stupid voice he used in the show. Asshole.

“Yes, sir.”

You swore you could see him grinning behind the glass.

“Come with me.”

You nodded and did as he said, following him to the bedroom, although your legs felt weak. He sat on the side of the bed, still looking tall and menacing in this stupid stupid suit. His hands pressed your shoulders, and you went down on your knees in front of him.

“You will let me fuck your mouth.”

You nodded and you watched him as he undid the bottom of this stupid costume. A gloved hand grabbed the back of your head and pushed you towards his already half-hard member. You opened your mouth as he guided himself past the barrier of your soft lips. You swallowed against his length, sucking in your cheeks. His hips moved, slowly at first, but softness didn’t last too long.

“Good girl.” He praised in a low voice.

You felt yourself getting ridiculously wet as he hips thrusted into your mouth, fucking it harshly, using you as a vessel for his pleasure. You moaned against his skin and concentrated so you wouldn’t choke as the corner of your eyes filled with tears.

“Aw, I thought you could take more than that.” He cooed.

His cock slipped from your mouth, leaving you empty, his hand held you by the throat so you would get up. You knew, even though Pedro was “gone” for the sake of this little play session, he still cared about you and knew your limits.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Take a break. We have plenty of time to play.” He said as he trapped your hips between his strong thighs.

His fingers hooked the elastic of your shorts, before pulling them down. You felt already exposed under the dark gaze you imagined he had. You liked not knowing, not being able to read his face. Fingers covered in leather teased the hidden parts of you through the thin fabric, already soaking wet. You sucked in a breath.

“You’re such a pervert, aren’t you? You’re getting off on the kinkiest stuff.”

“I am, sir. B-But please…”

You grinded against his hand, wanting your lover to commit fully. A sound came out of his mouth that sounded like a low laugh, that didn’t sound like him.

“You’re pathetic.”

Slowly, his fingers came up to your mouth. You bit through the fabric to take the gloves off, freeing strong, manly hands. Once free, his fingers found their way back to your panties, he pulled them to the side, before slipping two fingers against your swollen and wet lips. You let out a pathetic moan as he worked his fingers slowly through your folds. Your legs were already shaking, and if he wasn’t holding the small of your back with his palm, you would be falling. His thumb found your clit and teased it, circling around it, as he inserted a finger in you.

“F-Fuck… C-Can I…”

He let out a small “shush” as he kept working on teasing you, inserting another finger. He fucked you with two fingers, curling them, as his thumb kept caressing that sweet spot on your anatomy. That’s all it took to send you over the edge, and you tried to stay up as he guided you through your orgasm. It pitiful how fast you came, but you were so hungry for him.  

“Good girl.” He praised. “Now, you want to try again?”

You nodded before dropping to your knees and you took all of him in. This time, he didn’t thrust in your mouth, and he let you go at your own rhythm, even though he seemed impatient. He occasionally let out slow groans as you bobbed your head up and down, coating his member with your sweet saliva. You went faster as you heard his pleased sounds and when he was done playing, he stopped you, pulling your hair.

“Better.”

You looked so good on his knees for him, makeup already fucked. He could’ve cum already, but he wanted to last longer for you.

“Aren’t you hot in all of this?” You asked, fingers caressing the armor on his chest.

The helmet nodded.

“You can take it off, y’know?”

Slowly, you helped him getting him out of the costume, revealing tan, golden skin and patches of curly hair here and there. Your fingers hooked the bottom of the helmet, but he shook his head.

“Not yet.”

You pouted, even though you were the one who fantasized about this in the first place. You just… really missed his face, that you hadn’t seen in person for months. His strong hands pulled you on top of him as his back touched the mattress. You leaned in, kissing the defined line of his neck and sucking on the skin. You wanted him to know he was yours. You wanted everyone else to know so bad.  Suddenly, his hand smacked your ass cheek. You let out a little cry of surprise.

“Bad girl. No hickeys.”

So, you found something else to negotiate about.

“I’ll keep my eyes closed and you can fuck me from behind.”

He groaned, letting out a swear word. The simple thought was so hot to him.

“Fine.” He sighed.

You sat beside him on the bed and put your hands over your eyes as he took off the helmet and carefully put it aside. He was so sweaty under it, dark curls wet with sweat and his forehead glistening. He manoeuvred your small body so you would lay on your belly, face burrowed in the  soft pillows.

His hands positioned on your ass, he entered your walls, already strong and rough. You bit into the pillow as he thrusted in and out of you, fast and hard. You tried to be silent, but soon enough, you were screaming as he hit that spot inside of you. Your walls tightened around him and without a warning, you felt warm liquid shooting in you.

He turned you around to face him as you kept your eyes closed. You felt him gently cleaning you up.

“You can look, sweet girl.”

You opened your eyes and smiled as you saw his face. His curls were going in every direction possible; his face was shiny with sweat and god this stupid smile was placed on his lips. You pulled him closer to give him a long kiss, delicate fingers grabbing the back of his neck.

“Was it better than your story?” He asked teasingly.

“Frankly, yes. And I’ll write more of it.”

His laugh filled the room.

“Can’t wait to read it, love.”

[sumaneun-stars]

okay based on my last request here I'm just going to say something that's been in my head since I discovered enhypen

this is literally my comfort scenario

I always end up thinking about a very cold winter day, but what makes it all the more vivid (in my opinion) is the scenery in the room

for example the description of the temperature, the duvets, the lighting (I have a weakness for warm lights), the television on in the background but the main thing... the person with Jay, like declarations of love, a simple deep conversation... I DON'T KNOW, just his presence in itself would be perfect

I don't know if that made sense in any way, it's still something deep that I can't explain

If you want to create something with this (which in this case is very cliché but I like it 😭😭😭) feel free, I just think there should be a context (which I never stopped to think about)

Anyway, Ily 💖💖💖

Winter hangs in there — pjs.

It wasn't surprising. Another failed attempt at socialising, and another comment on your insecurities which they meant as a joke. ‘Haha, it was so funny I could cry’ you wanted to snap back, but chose the better of it. Rage turned into another cup of grief in the ocean of sadness in your head.

But no matter how much you wanted to cry and let your misery turn into salty droplets, it just never happened. With no one but yourself, you just swallowed it in and moved on. False. They gradually got collected for months and months and formed that depressing sea.

As you stepped outside, a cold wind bit at your cheeks. The air was freezing, and each breath created a mist in front of you. Wrapped up in a single jacket, you walked ahead, feeling the chill seeping through your clothes. At least the cold always hung in there with you. Also him. Maybe. So far.

You entered the building, and impatient as you were, you took the stairs. Standing in front of his door, you took your phone out to text him.

Y/n: “Password?”

Jay: “Gunter's birthday”

The warmth of Jay's home embraced you like a blanket as you walked in. You entered his room with a knock, and found him on the corner of his bed, glasses on as he typed rapidly on his laptop.

“Jay!” You whined. Despite how upset you were, you always felt playful with him. You took off your jacket as you dropped yourself on his bed.

“Back from school?” 

“Mhm”

He chuckled.

“Just imagine actually going to school”

“Hey!”

“What?”

“You're lucky”

“Why?”

“I'd rather constantly be working and having body aches like a middle aged uncle than go to that prison of a school” you said in pout.

“Aw, there there” he caressed your hair. He noticed your silence as you stared blankly into nothing. Minutes passed by, until your state was too concerning for him. “Something wrong?” 

You didn't know just two words could form tears in your eyes. You realised it wasn't your inability to cry, but the fact that no one cared to ask. No one wanted to listen to your cries. You sniffled, and he immediately understood, keeping his laptop aside as he sat you up.

“Hey hey, what happened?” The warmth of his hands met your cold skin as goosebumps rose around your entire body. You forgot about earlier in the day once you looked into his worried eyes. His face glowed in the perfect places, the low lights highlighting him like he was an angel. Now you sobbed for a different reason. You sobbed for everything, but nothing at all. You sobbed because Jay was just… perfect.

Because he treats you like a younger sister. A brat who constantly annoys him and whom he needs to tolerate. And who, considering his previous girlfriends, probably does not like younger girls.

You leaned your forehead on his chest, and he didn't hesitate to wrap his warm arms around you, patting your back. Such a big brother thing to do for a depressed younger sister. You hated it, which made your cries even worse. What a mess. You were crying in the arms of the reason for it.

“Hm?”

You shook your head. “Just school stuff”

“I understand if you don't wanna tell me” he said, before bringing you into a hug once more. Like an angel, he hummed softly into your ear as he drew circles at the back of your neck. If only life could be as beautiful as it was when he was next to you. His fingers were gentle and calming, and his body was like a blanket. You raised your head up.

“Jay?”

“Hm?”

“I need to get something out of my chest…”

“You can tell me, y/n, I won't judge” he smiled softly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I love you”

The words slipped out of your mouth without thinking after his action, until you realised and your eyes widened.

“I- I mean- yeah- no! I don't- but I do… I do. It's something- something I held in for so long and you don't really need to reply because I just wanted to let you know because… no I don't love you! I do, but I don't want- I mean, what I'm saying is- I understand if you don't wanna talk to me anym-”

“Say that again”

Your mouth opened and closed in confusion, a red tint now clearly visible on your cheeks.

“Wha-”

“Say it again” he looked at you with longing eyes, like he was begging you to.

“I- I love you…”

“Hm?” a slight smile formed on his face.

“I am in love with you, Park Jongseong”

His hands swiftly travelled to the back of your head and he brought your face closer to his. With your noses brushing against each other, his exhales came out like a soft wave of warmth. His eyes landed on yours, your lips just centimetres away.

“May I?” he asked, his voice low.

“Please”

[splatooshy]

i have a confession

i don’t actually like damon salvatore (the vampire diaries)

there. i said it.

it’s true — his character had no development outside of loving a girl (who he is completely incompatible with) and everything interesting about him was ruined by delena or the plot in an attempt to make him ‘redeemable’.

after s3 (and even during s2&3) he was totally out of character. (the whole show, actually. was he ever in character??) he didn’t make any sense, and julie only ever utilised him as the ‘reformed bad guy’, and went about it in the worst possible ways.

“but you’re always writing and posting about damon??” you ask.

and that’s the thing.

MY damon salvatore is one invented in my head.

MY damon salvatore is a slutty little italian who was considered ‘evil’ and ‘wicked’ long before he turned - for reasons that never really made sense to him. every new ‘big bad’ that comes around - damon’s probably slept with them. or their sibling/s. or both.

MY damon salvatore doesn’t want to be considered ‘good’, because he refuses to live up to the expectations of people who want to fix him, change him, turn him into something he’s not, and doesn’t even want to be. he could never quite fit the mould, no matter how hard he tried, and eventually, he created his own.

MY damon salvatore doesn’t consider ‘stefan is so much better than you’ to be the massive insult it’s intended to be. he knows stefan’s better. he made sure of it. really, it’s a compliment to his parenting skills.

MY damon salvatore has been torn down since long before he’d ever begun to rise. he’s not fussed when told he’s a monster, he’s evil, he deserves to rot in hell because he’s not worth the effort — because none of that’s new to him. nobody hates damon salvatore more than he hates himself. he shouldn’t have to broadcast that. — he went through transition only a month after he deserted the army. all of that trauma - the shell-shock, the horrors - was heightened. and yet, he learned control, and tried to make a life for himself and katherine.

he’s a monster for killing people, and feeding, when some of which deserved it? funny, because he’s still considered to be a hero for fighting on the wrong side of a war he never believed in.

naturally, he has to be a self-serving psychopath with no redeeming qualities, because he refuses to bow down and roll over for the lives of humans. why should he? all they’ve ever done is shoot him down. he’s seen the atrocities man is capable of. knew it years before he turned. humans can be just as monstrous - if not worse! - as vampires, but their lives are automatically worth more, because they’re human.

MY damon salvatore loves being a vampire. it gives him a purpose; options he never would have had, strength, speed, power. he can live.

MY damon salvatore does not exist during tvd canon. maybe at times, during flashbacks or whatever, but he is NOT the kind of guy to give up everything just for a girl… again.

sometimes when i read things and it’s damon/delena bashing i have to sit there for a moment before i remember that MY damon salvatore is even more fictional than YOUR damon salvatore

xoxo, splatooshy.

[ganondoodle]

so, i have thought more about what we now know about botw2 and honestly, setting aside the smaller things i am not a fan of (like the building aspect) my biggest gripes about it are the plot looking like its gonna be very generic, especially regarding ganondorf, while i hoped it would perhaps finally give us a little more interesting take instead good vs evil; and the oh so mysterious figure you see in in the trailer very likely to be hylia, since shes mentioned constantly in the first game (among other things like her design being pretty much a carbon copy of zelda for the most boring reasons imaginable)

and no its not just bc of my stupid little fanworks (that i do bc i love the franchise, as much as i am critical of it, it comes from being very passionate about it, hence me working my fan lore around the canon so it doesnt disturb it much, its more meant to expand it on parts i think are a little lacking without me trying to sound superior, literally just as an act of love (and a little spite ill admit that) to add something to it)- BUT bc i have little hope they would do anything more than just going full blown "this monstrous beast is pure inherently evil, and this is the pure inherently good white little girl goddess whos just protecting her god given perfect and unshakable good tm monarchy" with no little to no nuance (theres also alot more to be critical of the general structure and implications like racism, orientalism, nationalism, that while i can see alot of wrong or questionable things in the games i lack the eloquence to talk about in its full range) yes i am personally biased bc i just .. hate that kind of story/worldbuilding structure, but i dont think im the only one who would think of it as boring and .. disappointing?

i dont need ganondorf to be redeemed, i dont need him to be the good himbo bf that some people think all ganondorf stans want, i just want him to be more than to shout "i will conquor this kingdom bc i am evil and want it" and send a horde of monsters after you, at the very least id want the game to just aknowledge that there must be a reason for it, why it turned out like this

the zelda series and its world has so much potential, which is probably a reason for its popularity in fanworks, but also keeps not using it, no i dont expect a company like nintendo to deliver on all my hopes, of course not, im not that delusional, but the further i think and learn about this universe and concepts they created i find myself asking "why" more and more where the games never elaborate, never question

i like a clear structure, i like when your choices dont have a big or any impact on the story bc i want to live the story, not worry about every decision like i already do every second of my life IRL, i want to partake in a movie, in a theater piece i can influence the pace of but not change the outcome, yet i feel kind of ... ignored? let down? asking why and how, how do they know this is right and this is wrong, how do they keep enacting this seeing it never works out, keep saying defeat this evil, but evil yet returns stronger than before over and over, how do they never ask "is this the right way?", they say "we need to kill it more next time"

i know they are fictional little characters made up to sell a game, with a convevient plot point to ever repeat the same structure, but it cant be wrong to say "i love this world, i want to see and know more, i want to see it grow and change, break the cycle and be better, show me characters not puppets"

theres very surely nuances and ideas i am sorely missing bc i lack the knowledge of japanese as a language, culture, and mythology, but i dont think it invalidates all that i feel for it ..

.. right?

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

you are so right about sanzu/takuya. i wanna hear all about them! what are your hcs? I'm so curious!

First of all, thanks for this question anon, it make me so happy to know someone else like them! 💜

In case some one is curious where this comes from, here is my HaruTaku fic!

Okay, for properly answering this I think that I also need to go first with my Sanzu hc for that specific timeline, because for me is related in why they make sense! (and bc I love talking about my lil gremlin, ngl)

Sanzu headcanons for Bad Toman Takemichi TL:

Okay, obv he did wharever he could for being close to Mikey, that goes without saying. But there is two big differences with Bonten.

He's not the second in command, so he has to kinda obey Kisaki (what he hates, always giving that silent hater looks 😎). But since he never showed that "good guys toman type of morals", Kisaki allows him to be one of the fews that still sees Mikey, bc he's not going to influence him or stuff like that, Sanzu is totally fine with the darkness (he isn't bc it triggers him tl0 memories but his denial is strong xD) So his job here is mostly watching over Mikey and ofc, getting rid of traitors! No way Kisaki didn't use that once he realizes, Sanzu devotiton is too easy to control and too useful for his own good 🥲

In the other side, this means is less confident about himself than what we saw in Bonten. He's still unhinged but he's not that loud about it, he doesn't have the selfsteem boost of being his king's right hand. So in a way, he's more insecure about himself and the mission he does, since he has less control about what happens to Mikey. Also, Sanzu is a weirdo, so like happened in early Toman he doesn't properly fit with the rest, besides job related thing he doesn`t have friends there (we could count Mucho if in this timeline Izana was never on the picture, but even with that Sanzu doesn't easyly trust people). It took him more time to stop wearing his mask here and it was probably more gradual!

And what we know about Takuya?

Not much, just that he's a sweet person and a good friend. He probably followed the rest of the Mizo gang (specially Takemichi) and got caught in Toman's violence.

He wears a choker in this timeline and had and aming glow-up including some sick tattoos. Pretty boy with sumi vibes!

This is where my hc starts, there is something about Takuya that screams addiction to me. I don't know how to explain it, maybe is his dull eyes, maybe his body language, but Takuya is coping with drugs (mostly downers bc he just wants to disappear for a few hours... Takuya is a softy 🥲)

Finally... HaruTaku headcanons!

One thing about addicts is that we have a radar, we know when someone else is an addict (similar to gaydar but more selfdestructive). So Sanzu probably started noticing the subtle changes in Takuya and he was intrigue about it. Specially coming from someone that was always surrounded by people he dispised. They never really interacted before, but Sanzu started paying more attention to Takuya, noticing more things about him, like how Takuya was actually shy and sweet behind that quiet appearence. And yeah, maybe a part of him felt indentified with that, he could understand having to act quiet to hide yourself better than anyone. For some reason, Sanzu started thinking that maybe they have more in common that it seems at first sight, and we all know he can be a little bit obsessive, so...

At some point, Sanzu aproached to Takuya. He probably created a situation when it could feel almost natural, I personally picture him waiting until Takuya is having some drinks alone (no way he's gonna talk with the other idiots if he can avoid it) and sitting next to him, paying the next round.

Takuya was probably intimidated, with reasons. But at the same time, he was drunk and high and Sanzu is pretty, so damn pretty! So he couldn't and wouldn't resist, it was easy for him to feel flatered by Sanzu's awkward way of flirting (c'mon, he doesn't have social skills, we all know that). And Sanzu? He just told to himself that he was curious, nothing more. Just one night for satisfying his curiosity, that was all. For understanding why on earth he felt that weird attraction towards Takuya.

OBVIOUSLY IT WASN'T ONE NIGHT! 🔥

Mix two pretty boys that are craving for love and affection and a lot of drugs? Recipy for disaster and unhealthy relationship, yey!

The fact Takuya is a submissive person who is numbed by the drugs most of the time and Sanzu has a lot of pent-up agression and is usually high of a mix that includes more estimulants than what Takuya is doing, only leads to unsafe sex where no-one is controlling shit or in the proper state of mind to be aware of how dangerous is what they are doing. What means a lot of next day regrets! 🎉 (extra: Sanzu has a kink with Takuya's neck and is obsessed with the choker, he calls him "pretty neck" on bed. Takuya weakness is Sanzu in high-heels, specially if they are red, I'm not projecting at all on that one, nopes 👀).

Besides sex, there is more to say about their dynamic, don't worry!

Takuya is the type to be sweet and caring, he hides that side of himself inside of Toman but still shows it in his personal life. It wasn't easy for him to feel relaxed around Sanzu and he was afraid of showing his kindness and being mock by the other. But for me Takuya is also an observing person, so I think it didn't took him a long time to realized how wounded is Sanzu, how he actually hates being in his own mind more than anything, how much he craves love, aproval, affection. So he started showing more of his loving side, having small gestures towards the other, always in private. Physical displays of affection in general, but also waking him with coffee, paying attention to his needs or his routine, making sure he felt comfortable even when they slept in Takuya's apartment (that now is always extremely clean only for Sanzu)

And Sanzu? He was melting with all of this. Well, to be fair at the beginning he was baffled, unsure or what to do or how react to someone showing him affection and kindnes, specially since Takuya didn't seem to be expecting anything in return. But once he finally understood it was fine to let Takuya spoil him and treat him like he actually deserved love... Then he was melting. Wakui said Sanzu is the most needy/clingy, so he started to be the one asking (demanding) for affection, wanting to be pampered, resting his head on Takuya's lap and enjoying how he plays with his hair (that's a privilege, he's really protective of his glorious pink hair! It's totally baji's fault)

Do they love each other? Well, that's complicated. Their relationship is not exactly public and they never talked about what it is, always pretending is something casual. It's easier like that (no it's not but they are bad at feelings). Takuya is aware that he's falling more for Sanzu every day, but he's terrified of the other reaction if he actually says the three words, so he hides it. Or tries to, because he pours this love in every small gesture, specially during their lazy mornings, when between the hangover and the guilt Sanzu acts a lot softer, wanting to give Takuya all the after-care he's able to dom

And Sanzu... Well, he wouldn't say he loves loves Takuya (because Mikey exists 😮‍💨), but he admits to himself that he deeply cares about the other. That there is more than atraction, that he enjoys their time together. Affection? A less obsessive love than what he feels for Mikey? He isn't sure and he can't deal with it, so he settles with caring.

Of course, we also need to talk about Mikey's ghost! Sanzu knows Takuya is not Mikey, is not that he's projecting him on the other all the time, it's just... He yearns for Mikey, he can't help it. So, sometimes, Takuya's blond locks make him feel that longing and he can't stop himself to imagine for a few seconds (delusional HaruMai in every timeline, hell yeah!🔥). In counted ocasions, when he's really high and out of himself, he says Mikey's name during sex and pretends to not remember the next morning because he feels too ashamed of it. He remembers more than he wishes, but he feels like shit and can't talk about that, he can't avoid feeling guilty, thinking that Takuya deserves better, deserves somone that is not using him as a replacement. Takuya understanding only adds more fuel to his guilt.

In that ocasions he tends to act distant for a few days, trying to dettach himself, to pretend he doesn't miss Takuya's affection. Until reality comes crushing down on him again and he ends up looking for Takuya, knocking at his door in the middle of the night.

Takuya felt hurt the first few times this cycle happened, but he didn't had the courage to actually confront Sanzu about it. Until one of that nights he saw how broken was Sanzu, he saw a little bit of the pain that the other usually hides from the rest of the world. It was the first Sanzu cried infront of him and the first time he called him "Haruchiyo", earning a surprised look and a weak smile 🥹

Since then, when Sanzu acts like that Takuya gives him space, understanding is not about him, that the other is fighting with his personal demonds.

And... That's it for now because I need to stop myself at some point or this will end up being longer than a fic. Maybe I will add more things in the future! 🙈

And hey, now that I look at it, they are not that terrible for each other if it wasn't for the amount of drugs and the dangerous sex. But hey, there is also love and sweetness and Sanzu needs that, so... Not that bad? 👀

I almost forgot! @lucifugousart is the amazing artist that did a Takuya fanart and is cooking something even better!

(feel free to add your own hc too, Andre! HaruTaku is a collaborative ship 😌)

[itspkuwu]

EEnE characters ranked (MY OPINION)

Let’s cut right to the chase, because I really wanna put this out there.

Lee Kanker is in last place. She gets lower than F tier. Where Marie and May had moments where they seemed to genuinely care about each other, Lee just sits there, manipulates, and spreads cruelty. And as for the times where Marie and May were fighting/being mean etc? Well, I have a theory. Remember in Big Picture Show where we see that Lee has a third eye? You know who else has a third eye for no good reason…?

DEMONS. LEE IS AN ACTUAL DEMONIC MENACE WHO BRAINWASHES HER SISTERS JUST TO MAKE OTHERS FEEL MISERABLE. AND EVEN THEN SHE MISTREATS HER “MINIONS” TOO.

And remember when Nazz kissed Double D and Eddy on the cheek? Compare that to how they react to the Kanker’s kisses. How big those lips are… that specific shade of red… the way the Ed boys become horrified every single time…

THE LIP STICK IS CREATED BY LEE AND HAS DARK MAGIC INSIDE OF IT. THATS MY THEORY. IM STICKING TO IT. SCREW YOU LEE.

Everybody in the “lol why” tier it’s just an object that isn’t Plank or I haven’t seen those episodes yet. So I can’t really give my thoughts yet.

Rolf’s animals get their own tier. They have an amazing caretaker :3

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH DORK DORK DORK DORK ITS KEVIN DJDJUDUFHDBRJRIRID.

He’s just a jerk lol. AND NO I DO NOT SHIP HIM WITH ANYBODY. NOT NAZZ. NOT DOUBLE D. ESPECIALLY NOT DOUBLE D. NOBODY.

except his bike.

Eddy’s brother (whose name is apparently Tarry??) is also a jerk. But he makes a pretty cool antagonist. And he just makes me like Eddy even more.

also i feel like he would be a tumblr sexy man

Mildred blinks at you :D

Plank is an immortal God who will one day rule the world. This is my canon.

I REALLY wish we could have seen more of what happened to Jonny post Big Picture Show. Him being “The Gourd” and having a villain arc just sounds super fun. Other than that he’s just a weird kid. I like him.

Don’t let Jimmy fool y’all. He’s a lil maniac. He probably gets it from Sarah. And it’s always a shocker to me given how much he acts so innocent and harmless. He’s a pretty neat anti hero.

I KNOW I SHOULD HATE SARAH. But I feel like there’s more to her than meets the eye. I honestly think her parents taught her the hate her big brother. If they weren’t around, she probably wouldn’t been to mean to him. Making me feel extremely sympathetic for both of them. And at least she looks after Jimmy, giving her redeeming qualities.

To be honest this show needs a character like Nazz. Everything has to be balanced out with someone who isn’t constantly out to get something, being mean, or acting like a weirdo. But yes, she does have her moments, which are rightfully deserved. Plus, I just really like her chill and hippie way of going about.

Marie Kanker and May Kanker are being ranked together. The potential they have to be redeemed is through the roof. They deserve so much better. If Lee wasn’t around to mess with their heads, I think they would be truly happy. Marie could spend her days jamming out and living on the edge, while May is cute and ditzy and a voice of reason at times. Plus both of their hairstyles are really eye candy for me.

The Ed boys are also being ranked together. What else can I say that hasn’t been said already? The way these three bounce off of each other is extremely enjoyable and definitely gets good laughs out of me. I know they have their moments where they aren’t so friendly, but you don’t always have to get along with someone for you to still love them. And when the gentle giant goof, the soft hearted nerd, and the selfish man with a heart of gold do get along, it’s sweeter than jawbreakers :)

AND NOW WE HAVE ARRIVED AT THE TRUE GOD. THE LIGHT IN DARK TIMES. THE DIAMOND WITHIN THE DIRT. THE ONLY BOY ON THE SHOW WITH A GOOD HAIRCUT.

ROLF. THE SON OF A SHEPHERD.

Rolf is hands down one of if not the best side character in animation history. He’s a goober for one thing. But a goober that’s gets us to take him seriously. You do not mess with this man. His pride is enough to break you leg. And yet, he still manages to be one of the nicest characters in the show. He’s so friendly and upbeat! And when he isn’t… his dark side is also a fun time.

And another thing, he’s a fish out of water. Which also allows the viewer to feel sympathetic for him. Like in Wish You Were Ed. Seeing Rolf cry is something you’d never think you’d see, but when you do, it makes you feel a somber emotion you had no idea existed. It’s amazing.

yeah, Rolf is amazing.

Also I asked my sister if she wanted to dance to That’s My Horse at her wedding and she said no. What a loser right?

So uh, that’s my list. Hope you enjoyed.

Go hug a chicken.

[luminouswriter]

Some #Chenford thoughts.

↪I want all the good things for Tim & Lucy—as Chenford but also as individuals. That being said, I don't want them to rush. I want them to be the one couple that the show dives deeper into and let's unfold naturally. I don't want by the end of the season for Tim to propose and Lucy be pregnant by episode one of S6.

I want to experience them dating. The cute and fluffy stuff, the stolen glances at work, the slight barely there touches, I want to watch them freak out when the other is in danger, I want to watch them get to know each other even better on their couches and beds and laugh and open up about all the ugly stuff that they know each others hearts completely. I want them to grow into their "You know you're my best friend right?" Era. I want the angst and growing pains until they settle into their own.

I want what makes Tim —Tim and what makes Lucy—Lucy to be brought into the writing to make their relationship more complex.

For example with Tim Bradford—if you deeply get his character and see things from his perspective and not your own then you get why he is the way he is. He is the most layered character and it's all got to do with his past.

He is a grump and smug and sarcastic and I think they have all been coping mechanisms with his whole past being abused then the army that he won't talk about then the Academy and Isabel.

He won't say it—but he has abandonment issues, it's why he keeps people at a distance. I think Lucy breached that barrier pretty quickly and easily it's why Tim tried by all means to keep things "professional". It's why he didn't want her to talk too much about personal stuff and why he calls her Chen and even with we see how easily he folds when it comes to her. " Air Conditioning makes you weak." Lucy gets hurt "How about I fix that air conditioning." And this was early on when he was still a big grump.

Tim fell for Lucy first, it's easy to see and this didn't happen this season. We've established that Tim is a great guy who cares about people. We saw how he stood up for Jackson or how we've had it mentioned in passing that he's helped Nolan out but I don't think if either those two or even another female Rookie like Barnes had wanted to go into UC that Tim would have acted the way he did when Lucy got interested in UC. He probably didn't even understand why he felt like that but Lucy and UC scared him shitless. Here is this woman that he has unexplainable feelings for taking the same path his wife took and later abandoned him & their marriage for.

Tim is terrified of loosing Lucy—we've seen that play out and not just losing her as in dying or getting addicted to like drugs but if you've paid attention then you've noticed after he asked her to go to UC school and she misunderstood why he told her that and this distance was created between them then you did notice he is scared of losing her in his life as—a friend or whatever. The sneaked in glances and facial expressions showed how much he hated that they weren't close anymore.

His issues are the reason why he didn't leave Ashley when she said she didn't want to have kids or marriage (I don't even remember) he cared about her and maybe loved her to some degree but it wasn't something so profound that he was seeing forever with her 💁🏾‍♀️. The way she left him hurt him but he wasn't madly in love with her, Ashley was safe while Lucy—for Tim is danger. She collapses his walls without even doing much and that needs to be played into their relationship. That love that he didn't think he could find again—even deeper this time, that fear of losing in more ways that one and the fear that she so easily sees past his defences and he can't protect himself.

Lucy is such a complex character too. (And I love that they are doing something a little more with her this season but they need to dig deeper. We need more of her for the seasons to come.) She deserves more, especially with her family storyline wise.

I think Lucy's biggest plotline is that she needed support, one that her own family didn't give her. And to prove to herself and others that she belonged. Tim gave her that. Even with all his rough edges he pushed Lucy and gave her the net under the ledge that she deserved. But even with that—i think her insecurities kicked in when Tim asked her to go to UC, she felt rejected esp knowing that they were about to cross a line. Her need to prove herself and her not being able to see herself the way others see her can be such a great incorporation in their relationship.

Chenford has the potential to be one of the best ships because both characters are not written to be perfect (acting like a character doesn't have faults and is this perfect person who deserves to only be treated with kid gloves does a disservice to them) and are so intricate and lovable. The obstacles at work alone makes their ship more interesting and then you add their personal lives? They could be so great and we need the show to follow through.

[ghouly-boiiiii]

My Name Is Cooper

Chapter 2 The Ethics of Flower Flavored Candy

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Lucy x Cooper Howard / The Ghoul

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Humor, Banter, Femdom

In this chapter...

Finally, she wore herself out and fell to her knees. “I-I don’t understand!” She cried as The Ghoul approached her. “None of this makes sense! The vaults… the vaults were created to save humanity, not… not destroy it!” She gasped as she choked back sobs. “I… I came out here… to find my dad… He was… he was kidnapped by raiders! My mom… she died of starvation when I was a kid…” Her face contorted as tears streamed down her cheeks. “This… this can’t be real!!”

The Ghoul stood over her while she sat there heaving for breath, grinding his teeth a bit in contemplation. He looked up at the vault, then back down at her, then took one of his guns by the barrel - a semi-automatic pistol he only really used for backup when needed - and offered it to her. “Here.”

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,502

SPOILER WARNING: Contains all the spoilers

No trigger warnings except eventual sexy time with a zombie man.

Hours had gone by. It was hot. Lucy was hungry, thirsty, exhausted, but she didn’t really care. The feeling of numbness, of surreal, had not worn off. But strangely enough, seemed to be eased by the presence of the one thing she thought would make it all so much worse…

The Ghoul… 

For all accounts and purposes, she should hate him. He took her captive, banged her up and tried to sell her for parts. This creature… had been so cruel to her. Not to mention, he was rude and sarcastic and downright unpleasant at times, but… strangely… there was something... oddly warm about his presence as well. Something almost… familiar. Like she’d known him before... But she knew that was impossible. Maybe he reminded her of someone, she thought. But she just couldn’t put her finger on who that could be. 

On the other hand, maybe it was just the heat. Or dehydration. Or maybe just the fact that she didn’t want to be alone. Maybe it was because she felt a little safer with someone who had experience in this wasteland. Maybe her head was just in a weird spot after everything that’d happened, or... maybe she was just losing her mind. But for some reason... she found a strange comfort in being around him… and it made absolutely no sense.

As they went along, she found it odd that he just kept talking, despite the fact that he claimed he "preferred the peace and quiet". He still refused to answer any of her questions, but went on to tell her wild stories about jobs and hunts he’s done, monologues about traditions or practices from the old world, and strange philosophical meanderings about the ethics of... “flower flavored candy”.

There was some of it she really didn’t quite understand. Maybe because he was… probably a little crazy, she thought. Or because he was  talking about things that were way before her time, and that her history lessons never mentioned. But it really started to dawn on her just how long this man had been out here… wondering these dystopian wastelands. He’d been alive for longer than she could possibly even imagine. The fact that he was around even before the bombs fell... an event that defined the entire way of the world as she knew it... It was such an alien concept to her. A world where the whole surface was like a vault. No... better than a vault. Where people were safe and happy and free. Where the world was clean, healthy and alive instead of everything being dead or mutated or full of radiation... All the wonderful things he must have seen… and… all the horrible things he must have seen... All the pain he must have gone through… All the people he must have lost... and yet… he talked about it all like it was no big deal. With an unwavering sense of humor to boot. 

It was so… strange. He was a complete conundrum to her. A mystery. A puzzle. She soon found herself wanting to know more and more about him. And since he wouldn’t be straight with her, she also found herself listening diligently to find whatever clues she could decipher… 

At least… it was a good distraction from… all the other awful things she could be thinking about...

That is… until they happened upon something that would bring it all flooding back.

“Well… would you look at that...” The Ghoul said, pointing out a familiar looking structure ahead of them. “Home sweet home. Eh, Vaulty?”

The vault dweller blinked as she looked up at the ruined remains of what appeared to be an abandoned vault. The massive vault door was left ajar, broken and leaning into the wall. The large number in front was no longer decipherable, as it had been scratched off and painted over with graffiti. The entire structure had been defaced, with things like ‘FUCK THE VAULTS!’ and ‘DOWN WITH VAULT-TEC!’ written in large red letters. 

“Well, now… Whaddaya think happened here?” The Ghoul said as he casually strode up to the opening, his eyes scanning the place as Dogmeat sniffed around eagerly.

Protruding out of the ground nearby was the greater half of a billboard that once promoted the vaults, with Vault Boy’s cartoony face grinning cheekily at her, each of his eyes crossed out with the same reddish paint… or maybe it was blood. The original words on the board, ‘Prepare for the future!’ were barely visible, but she knew these kinds of images so well, she didn’t need to see them clearly to know what it said. 

It was too much... She couldn’t take it anymore… She’d had enough.

“AAAGHH!!!” 

The Ghoul jumped a bit when something slammed into the large metal wall in front of him, startled by the unexpected projectile. 

“GHAAGH!!!”

Then another hit, a little lower this time and further away from him. His chin jutted out in slight annoyance as he calmly turned to look at Lucy, who was crying and throwing whatever she could grab. Rocks, bones, hunks of metal… “Motherfucker!!!” She screamed, “Piece of shit!! Motherfucking son of a bitch!!!”

“Huhnn…” The Ghoul murmured as he tilted his head slightly, then felt it wise to get the hell out of the way. He walked back up to her - in a curve so he wasn’t in the line of fire - and watched as she scrambled for bigger and bigger objects until she was trying to pick up things she could hardly lift, throwing them two feet in front of her, then kicking them violently all while screaming like a mad woman. 

Finally, she wore herself out and fell to her knees. “I-I don’t understand!” She cried as The Ghoul approached her. “None of this makes sense! The vaults… the vaults were created to save humanity, not… not destroy it!” She gasped as she choked back sobs. “I… I came out here… to find my dad… He was… he was kidnapped by raiders! My mom… she died of starvation when I was a kid…” Her face contorted as tears streamed down her cheeks. “This… this can’t be real!!”

The Ghoul stood over her while she sat there heaving for breath, grinding his teeth a bit in contemplation. He looked up at the vault, then back down at her, then took one of his guns by the barrel - a semi-automatic pistol he only really used for backup when needed - and offered it to her. “Here.”

Lucy lifted her head and looked at the gun, then up at him. “...W-what?”

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned about the Wasteland… it’s that guns ain’t just good for survival … They’re an excellent tool for anger management …” He said in a half-joking tone. “If you got the extra bullets, I mean… And I got plenty.”

Lucy blinked, then stood back up and snatched the gun from him. She looked around for her target, took aim and began to fire with a furrowed brow and clenched teeth. She screamed one more time as she emptied the clip into the vault door, then Vault Boy’s cheerful face, and continued pulling the trigger several times after it was out. Then she dropped her hands and stood there, staring at her handiwork.

“...Feel better?” The Ghoul said with a smirk, tilting his head slightly.

“...Not even a little bit.” She growled, then shoved the gun back into his hands and started walking away. 

“Hey… hold up there, Tenderfoot. We ain’t leavin' yet.” He said as he put the pistol back in its holster. 

She stopped and turned back to him, glaring at him through the beating sun. “What do you mean not yet? I don’t want to stay here...”

“Could be somethin’ useful left down there.” The Ghoul reasoned. “Guns. Food. Maybe even some of that… fresh, cleeeaan water you like so much.” He snickered, drawing out the word ‘clean’ in a taunting manner.

She rolled her eyes. It seemed asking him for water once was something she was never going to live down, apparently. “I said… I told you I wasn’t stepping foot in one of these places ever again…”

“Well, it ain’t like we settin’ up shop or nothin’, sweetheart.” The experienced wastelander said as he pulled out his Winchester. “This here’s called scavengin’. And if you plannin’ on stayin’ up here, it’s something you gonna have to learn if you wanna survive. Now, come on.” 

With that, he started towards the open vault door with his weapon drawn, ready to shoot anything that might jump out at them. Dogmeat followed nearby, sniffing the ground and eyeing the darkness before them cautiously. 

The Ghoul peered into the vault as they got closer, tilting his head as he scanned the inside. “Lights are still on...” Dogmeat jumped in ahead of him, growling lowly as she picked up the skittering of radroaches. 

Lucy huffed a little, but reluctantly grabbed her own gun and started to follow behind.

To be continued...

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[sakurangelic]

Love Fool (1/?)

pairing: student!minho x student!gn!reader genre: enemies to lovers combined with school au summary: Lee Y/N is the new student of the MAXIDENT university. Though, it seems like Y/N gets in some trouble with the popular guy, Lee Minho, right in the first day. Do they grow to hate each other or... love each other? warnings: swearing, slight dirty jokes word count: 1.7k words a/n: my first mini-series!! because i'm absolutely obsessed with enemies to lovers au 1 | 2 | 3

It was your first day of university, and you were already late. Why so? 

Well, long story short, you were born here in South Korea but raised in America. You never found out why your mom moved from Korea when she had everything she wanted. But how could you complain when she was the reason you got here? You talked so much about how you wished you could study one day in Korea, and here you are now.

Maybe if the time zone differences hadn't created such a big gap and if you had arrived earlier in Korea, you would have gotten used to the time. One week wasn't enough, especially when you think of you settling down at your aunt's house till you got your school dorm. And even when you got your dorm, it wasn't that easy either. You had to pack your stuff again and carry it all to school. To your luck, your aunt lived not far from where you would study, so you could visit her from time to time.

But that wasn't important when you were running late on your first day, right? There was no denying MAXIDENT University was really popular, but it was still hard to get in. Despite that, you felt surprised to realise you almost got lost in the crowd. You just expected fewer people. To make yourself feel better, you reminded yourself that you weren't the only new student here, and other students probably felt the same as you do right now. They surely were able to get used to such a school and even make their name big...

"Watch where you're going next time!" you said in annoyance as you tried to fix your uniform after you bumped into a random student.

"Lee Y/N? Oh, you think you can tell me what to do? That's funny!". The student who just bumped into you scoffed and mocked you in a sarcastic tone.

Crossing your arms, you just looked up at the male you bumped into, frowning when making eye contact. "How do you even know my name? I've never met you before...", you paused for a moment as you realised you had no idea what his name was, but you quickly noticed the name tag and read it out loud, "Lee Minho".

"They should have put 'Lee Blind' on your name tag. Because you're clearly blind to not notice your own name tag." Minho eyed you from up and down, mumbling, "I'm surprised you saw mines in the first place." A cocky smirk formed on his lips as he went on, "But maybe I'm so popular that everyone knows me in this school!"

You cleared your throat. "Well, I don't know you, Lee Minho. I'm starting at this school today, and I'd rather not get to know you because of your horrible ass attitude".

A disgusted expression was visible on the male's face, raising an eyebrow. "Are you a freshman? A freshman like you wouldn't know someone like me, obviously. Unless you really have no friends or no social life! Have you ever thought about that?"

This man really seemed full of himself, and it pissed you off too much for the first day. "Well, for your information, I am a sophomore, and I don't need your nasty ass attitude to ruin my first day of sophomore year", you said, rolling your eyes.

"Oh really? I haven't seen you around. Perhaps you're that much of a loner."

You were losing brain cells each moment you spoke to him. Of course he hasn't; you literally just moved here a week before school started! Has he gone nuts? "I prefer to stay by myself because they don't give me attitude issues like yourself."

At this point, Minho started tapping his foot. He was obviously annoyed by the words. "Look, if you don't want to end up at the point where you hate your own life and wish you never existed, you can mind your own business and not fuck around with me! Dumbass". 

The last thing you needed, besides threats, was for him to blame you for the fact that he was on his phone and wasn't watching where he was going. "Maybe if you were just watching where you were going, this wouldn't have happened. Now, because of you, I'm a whole lot later to my class than I intended to be".

He shrugged.  "Doesn't seem like my problem! Maybe mind your own business and you wouldn't do these things to yourself, then blame others for your dumb shit."

You let out an exasperated sigh. "You got in my way, so don't try to blame me for your shit, because I didn't do anything wrong", you faked a sweet smile in the hopes Minho would finally get out of your way.

Tongue in cheek, he mumbled under his breath, "Stop acting so innocent, dumbass."

"It was sarcastic, but if you say so. I have to go before I'm even more late." You pushed Minho out of your way, annoyed at how your first day was already ruined by an annoying guy.

He just stood there and watched you leave, still mumbling under his breath and frowning. He could have continued the fight if he hadn't felt slightly bad. There was no way it would have been that, though, right? After all, it was the first year of being a sophomore for him too, and he didn't want to waste his energy on someone with such an attitude. That was a thought that was wandering around your mind and was the reason why you couldn't focus on class. You took a deep breath and started playing with your pen in the hopes it'd somehow get you back to reality. At least Minho isn't in this class, right? That's the same moment you hear the door opening and see no one else but Lee Minho walking into the class. How could he be so reckless? The teacher was scolding him, yet he just passed by without even making eye contact and made his way to his seat. You didn't bother to pay him any attention anymore... until he sat down next to you. It seemed like he didn't notice you either, until he also looked at the person on his right. "Since when do you sit here?" You ignored his words, not wanting to deal with the same scenario all over again Minho gave you a look of disbelief and quickly raised his hand. "Teacher! They don't sit here!" You were shocked and defended yourself. "You don't either sit here! Go back to your seat!" Minho turned at you with a frown and said, "I do sit here! But you don't!" "Says who? I don't see your name on this seat" "Neither do I see yours" "Whatever", you whispered in annoyance, as you got your things and moved to the very back. The male side-eyed you as he started to play with his pen. This class was boring as ever for him, while you were just doing your work silently. As you were trying to focus, a piece of paper suddenly hit you in the face. You quickly opened it and looked at it with confusion. ":P" And that's when you and Minho started writing back and forth to each other. "Why the fuck are you sending me a blep face?" "You don't even know who I am" "You're Lee Minho. I'm not a dumbass like you said >:(" "I never mentioned my name, so you have no idea who is writing this" "I can clearly see you're the one who's writing this" You watched as Minho read your last message. He slowly looked over his shoulder at you and stuck his tongue out, throwing the piece of paper back at you. "Put the tongue away, unless you're willing to use it for something else" A slight smirk grew on his lips as he handed you what he had written: "I am going to use it for something". You looked at him disgusted, writing him back, "Like what?"

"Guess" "Something dirty?" "Maybe" "Of course, boys like you are always looking to do dirty stuff" "Bold of you to assume I have ever done 'it' in my life" "You seem like someone who does 'it' with all the girls in this school" "Bold of you to assume I'm not single" "Your aura screamed single" "So did yours" "Well, I AM single" "I knew it from the start. That's why your prince charming didn't appear out of fucking nowhere" "Not everything is a fucking fairytale, for your information" "I know." "Then why did you ask why my prince charming didn't come and save me? I don't need saving." "Okay, so I can't even make jokes around you. Got it, humourless person".

You rolled your eyes, tongue in cheek, as you mumbled, "Wow, that Minho is so rude…". You quickly scrawled on the paper, "Whatever", before throwing it to the male.

"You did this to yourself. I tried joking around with you, and you took everything seriously. At least now I know you can't take jokes" "You weren't supposed to hear me". "Well, maybe because you were so loud that even someone from outside heard you".

You crumpled up the paper and glanced over at Minho. "Why are you so mean to me?"

He once again looked over his shoulder at you with a raised eyebrow and said, "I'm literally acting the nicest way I could with a stranger like you. This isn't even half of how mean I could be"

"Sure, whatever you say"

As the male was about to open his mouth, the teacher called out both of you. You and he slowly turn to the teacher, only to notice now that you guys were just a bit too loud and that you interrupted class.

"What?", Minho piped up.

"Detention", the teacher said with a firm voice.

"Wha—"

The teacher didn't hesitate to cut off the male and repeat the same thing with the same firm voice, "Detention. Both of you, Lee Minho and Lee Y/N"

"I did nothing! It was him who all started it", you said, offended that you would get punished because of the other one

"Detention, or I'll suspend both of you and double the homework".

Your teeth grinded, mumbling "Great start for the first day".

He got up and side-eyed you, mumbling back, "C'mon, I'm not going all by myself. You need to go too".

[gracecarstairss]

the last hours would be better without the gracelet

TW: assault mention in regards to Grace’s ability & her controlling James

This has been on my mind for a while and I wanted to try to articulate it into words. I will be discussing MY PERSONAL OPINION that the gracelet was a cheap ploy at relationship drama, written in a way that makes James and Cordelia’s relationship 100% redeemable.

I’ll be talking about The Midnight Heir, where it is mentioned that James has the bracelet on, but we are unaware of what it means. This was written long before TLH was written and many things have obviously changed, especially Grace and James’s characters and their dynamic. From TMH, without awareness of the bracelet, we are given an extremely different take of Grace that has been given in TLH.

Grace was pictured at first as innocent and tempting (gross) and then after Magnus is leaving the house, she threatens him with a blade after he asks her if she needs help to get away from Tatiana. Her attitude is very different from how she is in TLH, and Magnus comes to a conclusion that Grace kind of led James on a bit, that he declared his love for her, and then she cruelly rejects James.

Let’s talk about if the bracelet did not exist, and The Midnight Heir presumably had the energy that James and Grace originally had before the TLH story changes. If there was no bracelet, and James and Grace’s childhood “love story” was similar, except that James loves Grace FOR REAL, with the bracelet nonexistent. She only leads him on because of Tatiana making her, and to hurt him, she cruelly rejects him and he is heartbroken, acting out the way he does in TMH. This would presumably make him desperate enough to do anything she tells him to do, which is all manipulation to control him for Tatiana. Therefore, there is absolutely no assault, but Grace is not a good person still. I just personally think, and I think many others think this as well, that the assault aspect of Grace’s power has rendered her whole ability unnecessary and, in my opinion, should not have been included in the novel. There is a way to make her a manipulative, terrifying, and cunning enemy without assault, especially if the goal is to give Grace a redemption arc. This could have easily been done by just keeping Grace’s same energy from TMH but just WITHOUT THE BRACELET! (I absolutely hate the ploy of using assault to basically eliminate one of the people from a love triangle and narrow down who the endgame really will be.)

I strongly believe this would have been a MUCH, MUCH better story without the bracelet. However, there is a big reason that I think the bracelet was included. The love triangle would actually be REAL. There would be no way to justify James truly being in love with ONLY Cordelia for his whole life, he would have to truly love Grace, which obviously calls for a love triangle. We know that the Matthew x Cordelia x James love triangle is canon so I don’t know why Grace could not have been involved without the bracelet (and her power in general). I don’t know what it is about “Herondales only love once” but it’s bullshit and I hate it because it’s such an unhealthy ideology. Why not have James truly love Grace and then fall out of love with her and then fall in love with Cordelia? Why? Because Herondales can only love once? Therefore, the bracelet and Grace’s ability were created. It also would probably make the story sadder too because obviously James would be going back and forth between the two girls. I think it is so stupid that there had to be a plot device created in order to make sure James only has been in love with one person.

[smartycvnt]

Superbad

Pairing: Melinda May x Reader

Prompt: 15. "Some of us have actual super powers."

NR

WC: 756

"Y/n, what is your position?" Melinda asked you for what to be the fifteenth time since you started this stupid training session. SHEILD was very proud of its technology courtesy of Stark Industries, but you didn't see the point. May had signed off on this training module specifically for you whenever Pepper had offered to design a suit to better utilize and stabilize some of your powers. Melinda had agreed that you did need some stability in your still-developing ones, but apparently she thought this stupid training module would be better for you.

"Uh, past some husks and moving towards the big guy," you answered back. You knew now not to answer with snarky replies or else she'd send you right back to the beginning. May expected you to complete this simulated mission and made it very clear that you weren't leaving until you did so. This had to be your seventh attempt or so, and hopefully your last. You vaulted over a bit of cover you probably should have stopped to recuperate at, but it was too late. You were directly in view of the "big boss" as you had been calling him at first. May had given up on telling you what the hell it was actually supposed to be. Some battles she knew weren't worth going to war over with you, and that had been one of them.

"Y/n, don't you dare," May warned. It was too late because your mind was already made up. You created a small ball of energy and sent it right towards the monster. Almost immediately, everything around you started to fade out. The helmet you had been wearing was lifted off of your head, and May smacked the back of your head as she took it off. "I told you not to do that. This is so you can actually fight in battle. Not everything can be solved with a ball of energy. Especially not when we don't know what that actually does."

"If you would have signed off on any of the trips that had been offered for me, we'd know what I can do. I get that you like having me around, but you can't be so selfish. I'm not your personal superhero," you teased. Melinda glared at you as she set the helmet down on a table. \\"You need to learn basic combat skills before you start training with your powers," Melinda told you. "There is a protocol here for a reason, and you're not special enough to break it."

"I can't train with anybody here, and you won't send me off to train with anyone else. These people here, I could hurt very badly. I almost killed Fitz in the lab that one day. I need to get a handle on my powers," you told her. Melinda seemed surprised by how seriously you were taking this. "I know what they call me behind my back, and they don't even know what you've covered up for me. They don't understand what I can do, and they never will."

"Your powers don't make you evil. Those were accidents." You knew Melinda would defend you until it killed her, which you couldn't let happen. You hated working so closely with her when you didn't know how to keep a lid on your abilities. "Who would I even send you to train with?"

"Someone with something stronger than a gun. Some of us have actual super powers," you said. The words sounded bad as soon as they left your mouth. Melinda's face fell, but she quickly fixed it. You hated that sometimes she let the mask slip around you, and as soon as she did, you'd say or do something to fuck it all up. "I didn't mean it like that. I just, I don't want to hurt you. We just both know I wasn't meant to be a hero, that's all."

"If you want to go, I won't stop you," Melinda said. You nodded, knowing that was her way of telling you that she was done. It hurt, but you figured that it was better she was safe and far away from you. Valkyrie or someone else would find you somewhere to go where you couldn't hurt anybody. You weren't an Avenger, you weren't an agent of SHIELD, and you weren't going to be one of the galaxy's heroes. You were someone who probably never should have been resurrected after Thanos got rid of you. Earth was safer with you far away from it.

[zeldabecameaqueen]

hello qsmp enjoyers, here's my goodbye to a server that saved my days for a year now

i don't know what will happen with the qsmp in the future but i just can't put myself in it anymore

i feel disrespected by the choices Quackity's Studios made, as a french person, but also as someone who's been abused as a worker. I understand that the process may be long (every administrative stuff is hell) for the studio to solve the financial and hierarchical situation, and I believe Quackity did everything to solve the issue as fast as he could (it's a belief, at no point i'm saying this is the truth of course).

however, i do not agree with him being neglectful towards his own project, towards his own admins, towards the qsmp community, i do not agree with him being radio silent towards his employees/volunteers, not thanking them once they left, not communicating anything to them about their own future, i do not agree with him either being blind to their loudly expressed needs or purposely ignoring them, i do not agree with him telling everyone "stuff takes time" but also allowing new events to happen on the server, and i'm extremely disappointed in this whole situation, because it divides more than ever a community and a project that i, among a lot of other people, cherish since a year now, when simple mesures such as COMMUNICATION were ignored.

frankly i think that most of the people would have better understood and been patient if Quackity's Studios didn't keep on announcing new events like nothing was happening

the reason i'm not talking too much about the financial issue is that : 1. I believe finding a way to pay admins that are still in the qsmp is a priority to Quackity nowadays, along with firing those who mistreated the employees/volunteers ; 2. I believe they will find a solution regarding the incomes (merch actually being a means to pay the admins is one of them)

i'm writing this during qsmp awards, i know a lot of ccs will be there. i'm a little hurt and disappointed but at the same time, i know some of them have a personal relation to Quackity that we as viewers don't have, they have their reasons to trust Quackity, i just don't agree with them, but please, no hate towards them or to people who'll watch the future events

it's a goodbye even though no one knows me lmao (i spent hours and hours watching, filling the vods of timestamps, translating youtube clips, even drawing again since a long time, i filled in the qsmp fandoms, did presentation docs and put hours into spreadsheets of the ccs statistics), but know that being a part of this community was a life experience for me, in so many ways, i'm forever thankful for the people who made this project possible, i'll miss sharing my hyperfixation with you all

🎨 also, I saved a bunch of qsmp fanarts that I didn't want to rb because I didn't want to support in any way what was happening, i didn't want to make people feel like watching the streams was ok, instead, I wanted to let the most room for any info about the admins' situation

i realize now that it wasn't fair, their art comes from a place of love, and whatever their reason was to continue watching qsmp despite all that was happening is not my business. They did art, and good art, so i'll reblog the last qsmp fanarts and probably will continue to share some from time to time

🩵 big big thanks to the artists and the ccs for creating such an amazing universe, i hope you'll keep the spirit and maybe leave with good friends, and obviously i'm so proud of all the eggies (by that I mean their admins), who have spoken up and left a project despite their obvious love for it, thanks to Lea for starting all this, freeing admins from an unbearable situation they might have not even recognized as so at the time

i don't know if i'll be back, for now i need to step back, but if i see one day that the situation got all fixed and safe and that actual apologies were made, then maybe i'll come back to this unique qsmp (it'll certainly feel changed tho)