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[nameless-anon-again]

Seriously?

[dividers]

Well, well. Finally getting this stupid thing set up.. Greetings. Hi. Yes, it's the one and only who is still salty about being copied..

Nameless. I'll be throwing around some visits around here.

OOC: alright, lets get this started.

First, p3d0s, z00s, MAPs, DNI. Any nsfw asks will be deleted, flirting is allowed, but nothing sexual.

a ship.. ..may come into play :)

nameless anon was originally created to 'red text anon redtextanon' as they say it, but is now an actual character that some of you may have seen, hell, it may have even targeted your blog before!

it specifically targets dandy's world and blocktales blogs, though might branch out if it gets the idea to.. :)

it defaults to it/they, but on some occasions it'll use he or she.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Which CE!babe is most likely to use concerts as a way to be a total creep and perv? Pressing up on unsuspecting women because “Sorry, it’s so packed in here!”

Meanwhile he’s packing something else for you 🍆

I know you expect me to choose someone like Curtis or even Colin, but I’m always down to make this man more pathetic than he already is, so here we go. 

Lost in the Crowd 

Warnings: noncon touching, age gap (reader in early 20s). I write dark fics so buckle up!

As always, please reblog and comment! It's appreciated.

“He didn’t text?” You shield your eyes as you look up at Andy from the porch swing. 

“Guess he forgot,” he sighs, his hands instinctively going to his hips. He’s always doing that. “Still, would’ve been nice to know. I could’ve sold the ticket.” He sucks his teeth and squints as he peers around. “Too bad because I really want to go.” 

“Yeah, I guess they needed the extra help,” you sit up and close the novel in your hand. You’ve given up on finish that paragraph. 

“This was all your dad’s idea,” he huffs. 

“I mean, you can still go,” you shrug. “I’ve been to a few shows on my own.” 

“Hm, yeah but it’s one of those outdoor festivals. Bit... intimidating.” 

You could laugh. Someone like Andy Barber thinking anything is intimidating is cute. You would say that he’s intimidating on his own. He’s not even your dad and yet you feel like you need to earn his approval. 

“Well, anyone else you know who might bite?” You ask. 

“Five minutes before I head out, probably not,” he clucks. “Oh well, I’ll eat the loss.” He turns on his heel and stops short. He pauses and turns back to you. “Um, unless... you don’t look very busy.” 

You look at the novel then at him. You guess you aren’t... But do you really wanna go to a festival packed with that demographic? Well, it’s a free ticket, that’s a pretty good deal. And yet, it’s with Andy. You’re surprised he even listens to music. He doesn’t radiate fun. 

“I’ll go if you buy me a drink. Those places always overcharge,” you barter. 

“Deal,” he accepts triumphantly. He checks his watch, “we can be late if you need time.” 

“Nah, I’ll just find some better shoes and my purse,” you get off the swing with the novel under your arm. “Be right back.” 

You go inside and grab your belt bag and switch out your slides for some sneaker with little embroidered flowers on them. You come out and lock the door. You stop and take your phone out. 

“I’ll let me dad know just in case,” you say. 

“Sure, I’ll wait in the car,” he replies. 

You stand on the porch and key into your dad. ‘Snagged your ticket to the concert. I’ll see you later.’ You send and tuck away your phone. It’s best you keep it hidden. Andy tends to make those little comments; what’s so interesting? I see you smile more at that thing than me. Those old man gripes. 

You get into the passenger seat and buckle up. The engines already humming as his impatient taps in fingertips. He stills his hands and grips the steering wheel. He shifts and backs out onto the street. You’re not super excited but who knows, you might be pleasantly surprised. 

🎤

“You probably won’t know these guys,” Andy says as he hands you a tall plastic cup of beer. “They were big when I was your age.” 

“Hey, I love classic rock. Did you see The Stones?” 

“I’m not that old,” he sniffs. “But I did go to one of their retirement tours.” 

“Of course you did,” you gulp down the hoppy beer and make a face. 

“They had vodka soda,” he suggests. 

“Nah, it’s fine. Beers better in the heat.” You walk along the grass and find a spot where you won’t be jostled by those looking for refreshments. You stand on your toes and peek up at the stage. “And I’ve heard of them. My dad loves to blast them on road trips.” 

“Hm, right,” he snorts. “I get it, I’m old.” 

You shrug and smirk. The sound check begins and the crowd grows restless. You find yourself nearly done the beer as you mindlessly watch the techs at work. 

“Another beer before it starts?” He offers. 

You look at him, “you not having any?” 

“Designated driver,” he says and offers to take your empty. 

“Alright, thanks, but uh, it’s not--” 

“It’s cool. I dragged you here,” he takes the cup and hurries off. 

You sway as you’re left on your own. Your eyes wander and meet another pair. A girl with sandy brown hair with bleached highlights smiles at you. 

“Like your hat,” you say as you’re caught gawking. 

“Oh, thanks! I made it.” 

“What? You made that?” You check out the straw weave. 

“Oh, sure, they have workshops downtown.” She grins, “you from around here?” 

“Yeah, unfortunately,” you kid. 

“You alone?” She wonders. 

“No, I’m here with er... a friend,” you explain. 

“Ah, cool, well, this is Lucas,” she points to the man in a sleeveless flannel next to her, “Wyla,” she points to the girl sipping on a sparkling cooler drink, “I’m Morgan.” 

You give your name, “nice to meet you. You like these guys?” 

She looks at the stage and makes a face, “we came for the opener early today but we don’t wanna go home yet,” she says. 

“Ah, makes sense,” you accept. 

“Hey,” Andy startles you as he steps up beside you, nudging you with his knuckles as he holds a fresh beer. 

“Oh, thanks, Andy,” you take it. 

“Making friends?” He asks. 

You look at Morgan and she side eyes him. She might be confused why he looks your dad’s age but definitely not like he’s your dad. Maybe a stepdad or uncle. You see the verdict in her eyes; you’re lame. 

“Well, enjoy the show,” she says and turns back around. 

“She’s friendly,” Andy comments. 

“Uh yeah,” you agree, “I guess.” 

You sip the beer and the first drum beat hits. The band builds to their first song and get into their set. You bounce to the vaguely familiar rhythm. The crowd starts to close in, pressing tighter and tighter as they seek out a better vantage. 

You find yourself swept up and you stumble just a little. You’re caught by your hip and glance back as Andy gives a strained smile. “Don’t wanna get separated,” he hollers. 

You nod and face the stage again. Honestly, that would be a nightmare. There’s a lot more people here than you expect. 

You move out of an oblivious fan’s way and end up in front of Andy. His hand is still on your hip. You’re overly aware of his touch but don’t think much of it. The lead singer welcomes the crowd and starts the second song; their biggest hit. Even you know it. 

You get into it, bobbing without thinking. As you do, Andy’s other hand settles on your other hip. You wriggle, hoping he’ll let go. He doesn’t. 

The heat builds around you with the crowd. Andy steps closer. You can’t focus on the music or the stage. The air is stolid as you’re penned in from all sides. 

He’s right against you. You still yourself as you feel yourself brush against his front. He keeps moving. What is he doing? 

You squirm as he grinds his pelvis into you. You nearly drop your beer, instead squeezing the plastic cup so it dents. You slosh some over the lip and he loops his arms around you. You gasp and grab his wrist. 

“Andy!” You shout, mortified. 

He holds you against him, rocking you with him as the rigidness in his jeans pokes you. You yipe slap his arm. He’s too strong. What the hell? 

“It’s okay, baby,” he speaks right behind your ear so you can hear him. “I won’t tell dad.” 

[werehounded]

OH I FORGOT THIS TIL NOW BUT

I want some GOOD OMENS longfic/smutfic recs.

Give me your recs over 50k words. Series are fine which also come to 50k or more. I'm not too pedantic so a little under is fine too, but I'm looking for novella+ vibes :>

I know a lot of the older fan faves and have read them, so newer fics would be fab. Complete longfics only, please!

I'm ALSO seeking smutty fic recs for the Good Omens fandom too. One shots or longfic, anything goes. I have very few squicks. I'll try anything once and kinky fic generally is a favourite of mine.

Again, recent favs most appreciated!

I'm looking to populate my Kindle with some fics because I can't afford to buy the books on it as much as I'd like to, (I get a lot of books second hand,) and it's just sitting unused so I may as well use it for fic :>

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Soundtrack to Disaster

Chapter III: I Carry You Around

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song(s) for this chapter: roam the room by citizen, drunk ii by mannequin pussy

a/n: i forgot how hard it was to get a new story going, but we’re movin!! please enjoy this lil chapter while i work on the new one :p also! thank you guys for 200 followers that’s kinda crazy for me on this site. 🥳🎉❤️

summary: you need some help recalling the events of last night

chapter tags: drinking/drug (weed) use, description of throwing up (reader), swearing, reader has a lot of nicknames (to avoid using y/n), slight angst, big game of telephone. | fic tags: Angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | This fic is rated 18+ MDNI

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-

“Hey,” Robin pokes you, still snoring constantly next to her on the air mattress. “Hey, wake up! I’m starving!” she shakes you lightly, and you groan. “C’mon, Benny’s is never packed this late. I’m buyin’.” Your eyes flutter open at the mention of her treating you.

“Okay, okay. I’m awake.”

“Oh, good. I was beginning to think the last vodka sprite killed you.”

“It probably should’ve.” You squint, attempting not to let too much light in before you know the status of your hangover. You blink a few times, focusing solely on not sitting up too quickly. “Alright, I think we’re in the clear. Bacon sounds so good right now.”

“Is she up?” Steve calls from the kitchen, over the clatter of bottles being thrown into the recycling bin.

“Yeah, I’ve tempted her with free food.” Robin giggles, following your lead of slowly exiting the blow up bed. “Will the Insufferable Bard be joining us on the breakfast quest?” You regret the words after they leave your lips.

“Is the evil queen asking little ole me to tag along?” Eddie practically skips into the living room, way too chipper for your hungover brain to handle. Steve has the balls to snicker. “I’d be absolutely delighted to accompany you to dine for breakfast, Highness.” He curtsies for emphasis.

“Never mind, actually. I just remembered I’m needed somewhere that, um, not here.”

Eddie tsks at you. “Ah, no take backs. Shall I get your coat?”

-

Fluffy diner pancakes and greasy bacon can and do save you. You moan as you shove a bite full of syrup and pancake into your mouth, met with similar responses as your friends devour their food. You can feel Eddie staring at you from across the booth.

“So, did I sleep through all of the cleaning?” You ask after swallowing. “I promise that wasn’t the intention.”

Steve shakes his head, sipping his coffee. “Actually, you did most of it last night. You don’t remember?”

You squint, as if trying to see the blurry memories in front of you. You remember playing beer pong, and then losing beer pong. You remember bits and pieces of conversations with Robin and Steve. You remember Chrissy running out of Steve’s bedroom. Then nothing. “Huh. Guess not.” Usually you only black out when you’re angry, but you can’t remember anything viscerally upsetting happening to you. Not consciously.

Steve shrugs. “Weird. Nah, we let you sleep. It was hard enough getting you into bed.”

You feel your cheeks burn. “Sorry, Steve. Guess I can’t hold my liquor.”

“Nah, I didn’t do anything. Eddie pretty much took care of you.”

Your blood freezes in your veins, draining quickly from your face. “What?”

Steve places his mug down, and Robin throws her arms in the air in defeat and disappointment. “What? What did I say?”

“Seriously, dingus?”

Eddie’s gone silent, silverware long abandoned on his plate. “You promised you weren’t gonna bring that up.” The words are muffled behind his hand.

“I did?”

Robin slaps her palm to her forehead.

“What the hell is going on?” You look from Steve to a red cheeked Eddie.

He sighs. “Sorry, princess. Guess your knight in shining armor’s an ogre.”

You’re gaping. Not a single part of this makes sense to you. You and Eddie haven’t been that close in years. “Aren’t you already Chrissy’s ogre though?”

Eddie’s eyes narrow, irritated as he shoves a bite of toast into his mouth. “That’s none of your business.”

You raise your hands in surrender. “Okay, shit. Didn’t know you were so sensitive about it.”

“I think I’m lost here.” Steve interrupts, leaning over Robin to reach for the syrup.

“Can we move on, please? I don’t feel like talking about this.”

The response is an awkward silence.

“Thank you.” Eddie says, mouth full of bread. You surrender, for now. You make it a point in your head to find out more. It’s only fair, you reason, I was there too.

—

“Chris, you home?” You call your brother as you enter your apartment. Guitars are blaring from the back of your house, loud enough that he wouldn’t be able to hear you. You wander down the hall, checking the empty bathroom and kitchen on your way. “Chris?”

“Hey, Bug!” Chris calls from the spare-bedroom-turned-studio, turning his stereo down. “C’mere a sec, need your opinion on something.” You follow the sound of his voice into the room, taking in the sight in front of you. Chris has sprawled himself out on the floor, a skateboard deck dismantled in front of him. “Can I ask you something?” You lean against the doorframe, observing your brother.

“You just did.”

You scoff. “Can you remember anything from last night?”

Your question stops his movement. “Uh, maybe. Which part?”

“It’s spotty after midnight. What happened to me?”

Chris turns to face you, and you move to sit in the office chair across from him. “Well. You still can’t handle your liquor.”

“Oh, c’mon. I had, like, three drinks.”

“Yeah, and you got your ass beat in beer pong. I know you hate it, but beer still has alcohol in it.”

“Oh, shut up. Tell me what happened!”

“Okay, but you can’t get mad.”

“I will not be making any promises.”

-

Last night (as told by Chris)

You stumble into the kitchen, on your way for yet another refill, but you’re stopped short by the solid torso dawned in old leather, reeking of weed. “Man, roadblock.” You Look up to find Eddie looking down at you, eyes curious, joint in hand standing next to your brother, blocking the cooler. “Move aside, dweebs.”

“Hey, Bug. You okay?”

“Hm?” You try to focus on Chris’s face, squinting hard, as if you’re looking directly at the sun. “Yeah, ‘m cool. It’s bright in here.” The lights aren’t even on.

“No, she’s not.” Eddie’s eyes are fully trained on you, concern written plainly on his face. The kid likes to party, but he knows his limits. You, unfortunately, cannot say the same. You rest against the sticky counter, but immediately retract at the sensation, breathing shallowly through your nose. Eddie can see the panic in your eyes when they linger in space for a second too long.

“She’s gonna puke. Move, I got her.” Eddie sprints to your aid, leading you down the hall by the waist, draping your arm over his shoulder, and into the bathroom. “Eddie, ‘m fine.” You slur, completely unconvincing. The bathroom is empty, thankfully. The party’s been over for a while, but you’d slammed quite a few without hesitation tonight, and Eddie thinks, perhaps, he had something to do with it.

“Hey, I got you, c’mere.” Eddie holds your hair back as you crouch in front of the toilet, the only thought going through his head being “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”, while he reaches with his free hand to wet a washcloth. When his back is turned, you let it rip, and he rushes back to your side, placing the cool cloth against your clammy forehead. “Feel better?”

Your face screws tightly in concentration. “Gettin’ there.” You string the words together, like you’re too afraid to open your mouth any wider. “Thanks, Ed.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s not like we’re friends.” You flinch after you say it.

“Maybe not, but I know too-drunk-to-stand when I see it. Wasn’t gonna let you try to find your own way here.”

“Or you’re secretly in love with me.” You tease, voice strained.

“Okay, now you’re talkin’ crazy. C’mon sweets, it’s bedtime.” He dodges your comment, eager to get out of there.

“Nooo,” You whine, and Eddie smiles dopily at you. “I’m not tired!”

“Doesn’t matter. You stay out here, you’re destined to give yourself alcohol poisoning. C’mon, we can go set up your bed downstairs.”

“You tryna suggest something, Munson?” You tease, wobbly as he helps you stand up.

“What would I be suggesting?” You shrug. You must not have a clue what you’re saying right now. “Did your brother tell you something?”

“What? No, I’m kidding, Eddie. We don’t like each other, remember?”

“No, you don’t like me.”

Your resolve seems to slip, but only a little. “I have my reasons.”

Eddie nods. “Yeah, I know.” He stands up, and offers his hand out for you. You grab it, using it to pull your weight up from the ground. “Okay, prince charming. Whisk me to bed.”

“As you wish, princess.” He helps you get back downstairs, and into the already prepared air mattress. “Your throne awaits.”

You giggle as he guides you down, staying parallel to your body in case you lose your balance. You make it unscathed though, and he brings the blanket up to your chin. “Here,” He pulls an unopened water bottle from his back pocket. “Lemme get you a bucket or something, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait,” You reach out and grab his hand. He looks at your face, the way your eyes are already half closed like your eyelids weigh a ton. “Can you take them off?”

“Excuse me?” He chokes.

“My boots. They’re hard to take off.” You point to your feet, sticking out of the blanket and clad in heavy leather.

“Oh, yeah. ‘Course.” He clears his throat nervously, busying his hands with the buckles of your shoes. By the time he slides the second one off, your head has hit the pillow, and you’re snoring peacefully.

—

Present day

You feel your stomach drop, much akin to the way it must have felt last night. “That did not happen.”

Chris shrugs, like it’s nothing. “Maybe I got some details wrong. After he got you to bed he was freaking out. I don’t get why you have such an issue with the guy.” He shrugs, turning back to his board.

You furrow your brow at him. “Are you being serious?” He whips his head back to you, confused. “Remember? He got you put in prison?!”

He stares back at you, blank faced. “What are you talking about?”

“He ratted you out, Chris! Testified against you! Snitched! I know I blacked out last night, but c'mon! You were in the room when it happened!”

“Oh, my god.”

“What?!” You’re beside yourself, absolutely at a loss. “Chris, don’t tell me you forgive him for that.”

“Beebs, my beautiful, innocent, cherub of a little sister. You have no idea what you’re talking about right now.” Somewhere in the distance, Chris’s phone is ringing, and your vision goes white.

“What does that even mean?!” Chris ignores you, picking up his cell. “Chris!”

“Yo,” You can’t hear the voice on the other line. “Hey, man. Relax. No, she’s good. Alive, thanks to you probably. Kinda pissed, though.” He looks to where you’re silently seething at your brother. “No, I didn’t say shit! I just filled in some blanks from last night.” You can hear Eddie on the other line, voice frantic, but you can’t make out what he’s saying. “Okay. No, I won’t. But you have to.” Long pause. “Yeah, you do. I thought she knew!” He waits. “I don’t care! She has every right to, actually! I would be pissed, too! Figure it out, dude.” He hangs up and looks back to you. “Eddie has some explaining to do.”

—

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🎀! art — ୨୧ Art that I put a little more effort into, or art I’m more proud of!

🎀! fic — ୨୧ My writing! I only really write about my Oc x Canon ships, and I don't take requests.

🎀! yap — ୨୧ Literally me just yapping ... rambling... lollygagging ... Sometimes not even about TWST, mainly just me getting my thoughts out of my head but it varies on what i talk about lol (includes my yap sessions about my ocs but they aren’t exactly fics??)

OC tags .ᐟ

🎀🕊️! kyra — ୨୧ My main OC based on the Disney Princess Stereotype!

🎀🦈! floyra — ୨୧ Floyd x Kyra, my main ship for this blog!

🎀! fankids — ୨୧ …self explanatory. the fankids of my oc x canon ships…

‧₊ ౨ৎ 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 .ᐟ

— ୨୧ Mairimashita! Iruma Kun!

— ୨୧ Obey me! Shall We Date?

— ୨୧ Pokemon !!!

— ୨୧ Epic: The Musical

— ୨୧ Journey To The West

— ୨୧ Mythology in general

Theres probably more that I don’t remember atm…

‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔

‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔

last updated: April 28, 2025 — ᨳິ Angel

[nightdustfallen]

Finally made a ref sheet lol if any of ya'll needed a bit more of a full view to draw em here it is, as well as the accurate non-shadowed colors By the way, you can use the tag "nightly.art" to see all of my art if you dont want to dig thru all of the other art (of lovely and talented people) that i regularly reblog

Which i suppose also segways into an introductory pinned post? perhaps

Well im Nightdust!! my main fursona is this guy above me, he is called Nightdust Fallen, he is a breed of a husky and a wolf, making him extremely fluffy and puffy! The reason for his name is by the fact that (in my head canon or lore) he came from a bunch of fallen space star dust, hence why he likes space so much and staring at the stars, he also has some sort of ice magic i havent fully fleshed out yet, one thing i can say tho is that when he sneezes, he does it softly and he puffs out small ice snowflakes and can freeze things he touches he is also supposed to wear glasses like me but i suck at drawing those and forgot to include them here anyway so

He is very shy, doesnt talk much but is very protective of his very close friends and would do anything to protect them and make sure they're safe, he is a femboy (of course), enjoys listening to calm relaxing music and high octane electronic music at times, is a gamer, likes cuddling up in bed and i think that's it

It also doubles up as a self description of myself so yeah lol Still tho feel free to send me an ask if you have any questions or anything, with that said onwards to more personal stuff

I enjoy drawing obviously, but i also enjoy cooking stuff and origami, i play a lot of roblox usually to pass time but a game i really got into is "Voices of the Void" i really recommend but it's not for everyone, i like the game's concept and how detailed the space is there. For some reason, a lot of the time i am cold, my hands, feet, nose and limbs overall are very cold which is why i thought about giving my oc some ice magic thing. I am taken, in a relationship with my cutie bunny bf, and my sexuality is bisexual. As said before i do not talk much since im not the social type and usually freeze up or dont know what to say, hence why sometimes i take a long time to respond to something or my response is "dry" or not full of much emotion since i dont really know what to say or feel like im annoying if i talk too much. If you read thru all of that and get here then reply with the word bean so i know you're a true one hehe. I also often wait for others to start the conversation rather than me starting since i again, feel like i would bother the other person or like i could distract them if they are doing something

Anyways i believe that is pretty much it, thank for reading all of this if you did, and i probably didnt mention lots of details i should have but they arent coming to my mind right now

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

Hi!

I kill anti vaxxers on sight

I do not answer donation asks and do not reblog most donation posts. For my mental health. Seriously.

dino nuggies

Nicholases: Anthony Mikey

Nicks: ant; glow

Gender: wobbly (transmasc enby)

Pronouns: ey/vey/zey/they/he any just get silly

Orient.: aro/ace

Status: queerplatonic whore

Age: minor ig

Pronouns Page

Blinkies

Languages: English (native), Spanish (decent), Romanian (bad)

Brain Stuff: OCD, psychosis, bipolar disorder, and suchlike

Physical Stuff: hyper-mobile Ehlers Danlos Spectrum Disorder; postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome; migraines

DMs?: I’m awkward and may not answer at all. If I don’t say anything after like, two days just assume I either forgot or was just uncomfortable but didn’t want to say anything. Feel free to try again if u want with something else I might reply then. I’m an unpredictable feral rat about DMs sometimes. Idk. Don’t assume I hate you.

Tone tags?: yes

Asks: anything nonsexual and not asking me for money I will not respond to those

Flirting/compliments?: non romantic and nonsexual

Swearing: I swear so much I don’t always register the use of the word fuck and my phone has autocorrected ‘duck’ to ‘fuck’ before.

Previously pinned post: horses

My overly active ao3: ant_is_in_an_anthill

My neglected art blog: @ants-awesome-art-blog (also present here tagged as ‘ant art go brr’)

My danger days fic specifically: endangered gays fic (yes! That’s me!! I’m that guy!! Yippee!!)

Side blogs:

@cherri-cola-soda & @broken-acid-in-the-morning-light & @moth-moon-the-whore & @dead-spider-in-the-sun & @crazy-yellow-bitch (kjrp)

Things I talk about pretty consistently:

- danger days

- Myself

- My danger days fic

Blog tags and more abt me under the cut

Things I talk about sporadically:

- Dracula

- The Historian

- The end Cretaceous Extinction Event

- Star Wars

- TMA & TMAGP

- Languages

- Bears in trees

- Other assorted music artists

- My intense craving for a Mikey Way 2012 fender bass guitar

Tags (I’m still sorting my blog so it’s sporadic and more will be added)

Chaoticbuggybitchboy - literally anything I said words on

Some blogs I interact with semi regularly have their urls tagged

Malevolent ant - me thinking about malevolent whenever I remember to listen to it (sunny I’m so sorry)

Complaining - me. Complaining. About anything and everything

I have a couple levels of vent tags there’s mild vent and cw vent

Infodumping in the tags again - what it sounds like

Ant activated - things relating to world events and general activism stuff

Making up words - for when I’m making up words again

Me when he /p - me posting about a boy I like. I’m sorry. Not stopping.

Ayudame - when I need help but in Spanish

Wtnv rambles - welcome to Nightvale, where I ramble.

Ant the space cadet - Star Wars talk

Showing and telling :] - yeah

My posts that hit it off - ones that took off in some way

My hit bit posts - the two(!!!!) posts bears in trees official reblogged

Marigold corpse fic - a different thing I wrote, also up on ao3 :]

Ant makes polls - get this I make polls

Danger days tags:

Danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys - umbrella tag for all danger days content (yes I chose the longest possible tag)

Endangered gays fic - my massive fic series and anything at all related to it (including when I ramble in the tags so remember to check there if ur interested)

Loosers au - “like a cigarette”

Danger days - general danger days; not associated with my fic

Danger days art - art

Ddttlotfk - album stuff talking about the songs rather than the lore

Cosmere tags for my own sanity:

Ant in the cosmere

Ant on scadrial

Ant in the final empire

Ant in the roughs

Ant on roshar

[luca-is-a-pengu]

Hi, I am Luca. But you can call me anything you want. I go by he/him.

I am 22 years old and currently in uni studying some sort of design (idk if I should post my niche bachelor program name).

Feel free to send me asks and dms

masterlist

Check in the searchbar of my profile for tags:

#polls to see if there is currently a poll to pick what drawing is up next

#this is not an artblog to see art, but the masterlist is more reliable since i sometimes forget to use the tag

#penguin asks to see if i replied to your ask of if its still pending

#wip to see what I am up to

Stuff I use:

Picture refs: usually pinterest (always shown in the first reblog

Character design (Batfam): Batman Wayne Family Adventures by @/princecanary

Program: Adobe Fresco (it always crashes, but has an autosave and it's free. not the worst program but at least better than microsoft paint)

Brush: Classic Comics Brush (I think its preinstalled under Inks). In old pics: Kyle's Manga - Basic Rough

Tablet: Samsung Book 3 360 15,6" & S-Pen

Also I am open for critism, pls hit me with it (just don't say "it sux" but rather tell me why it sucks and what about it should be better) and opinions. I am very curious about everything.

Music I listen to while drawing (not included are some of my weirder choices)

Things you will likely find me reposting (so be warned):

Batman

Spiderman

Deadpool

Top Gun

Naruto

Sk8 The Infinity

Percy Jackson

Hellaverse

Haikyuu

Lord of the Rings

Stray Kids

The Apothecary diaries

propably more, but i forgot

[fcrgottn]

I have rewritten my rules for sake of clarification

Rules under read more please like to let me know you read them

• Please don't god-mod or metagame. It's not fun for anyone if your muse somehow knows details about my muse they're not supposed to, or if you write what my muse is doing. It is fine however if you mention a small action that would make sense in continuation of something my muse did in a previous reply.

• I am mutuals only, although I am not very selective. This rule is only to help me keep track of who I roleplay with, as it's easier to remember people's url if I can see them in my followed tab .If you’re interested in interacting, feel free to follow me and I’ll check your blog. If your roleplay blog is a sideblog please have it written somewhere or give me a heads up, as I don't want personals following me and might block you if I don't know you have a sideblog

• If I follow you, I'll generally wait around one or two weeks  if you're active, or more if you're low activity, to see if you follow me back. When it's not the case,most of the time i simply unfollow.

• If you follow me and have not been followed back after a month, you are free to send me an ask about it. Chances are I simply forgot.

• My activity here is very sporadic. There will be times where I post everyday, and others where I may not post anything for weeks. Please be patient. I am physically and mentally disabled, and while I don't have a job, I don't always have the energy or motivation to write.  A lot of the times I have brain fog that makes it difficult to concentrate. I also struggle with memory issues.

• English is not my first language.  I have been fluent in it for years, but there are still moments where even simple mistakes evade me. You are welcome to kindly point these out to me. Please just don't be rude about it.

• There will not be smut on this blog,as this is not a topic I'm comfortable writing. However, this blog contains and mentions other heavy topics like violence, suicidal thoughts and idealization, death, and attempted murder. They will be tagged accordingly. If I ever forget a tag, please do let me know.

• If I say or do something you're uncomfortable with, please let me know. I want everyone here to have a good time.

• Reblog memes from the source. Unless the source is deactivated, reblog from the original poster and not my blog. I am not a meme source.

• I have never and will never use AI to write my replies. If you use AI to write your replies you are not welcome on my blog.

• I am uncomfortable with drama and callouts, please don't send me any. By this I do not mean that I think all of them are useless, but I get very stressed over them, and so they make me genuinely sick.

• I format with small text. If you need me to use regular text, let me know. If you need image descriptions for my icons or art,let me know.

• Please don’t use irl face claims in your threads with me. It makes me uncomfortable. For those with liveaction muses : if you have an alternative animated faceclaim, and you use this one in our interactions, I have no issue interacting. On that note, please tag your threads that have irl face claims

• I will tell you if I want to stop a thread and I’d be thankful if you did the same, as it stops me from having to guess and worry.

• When continuing a thread from an ask, don’t reblog the ask. Make a new post and tag me in it.

• Please ask me before turning an ask into a thread.

• I will not write more than 3 threads with one person at once. One liners threads and crack threads do not count.

• You do not need to match my writing. As long as there's something I can go from, it's okay. I am also okay with iconless threads

• I do not care much for graphics. While I do like have something for myself, it's not something I require from anyone.

• All art on this blog is mine unless stated otherwise. My icons come from the show itself and have been edited by myself.

Shipping

• Spinel is aroflux asexual  so shipping will be sparse, but is still welcome. I will only ship her with characters that are 18+

• This goes without saying but every ship is a separate verse. I will not write cheating on this blog

Tagging

• If you need anything tagged, let me know and i will tag it. If I ever forget, don't hesitate to remind me.

• I tag trigger warnings with tw:trigger

Fandoms I will not interact with

• South Park, real people fanfiction fandoms, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Harry Potter

• Exceptions might be made for multimuses who don't have only muses from these fandoms. In those cases I will simply just not interact with muses from that fandom.

[gatheredfates]

What's this? Two updates in a weekend? Yes, and I regret nothing. I'm going to try and do bigger updates where I can, but I also don't like waiting to promote resources where I feel like they can be useful and utilised. Because of that, here is update round two. ��

I forgot to mention this last post, but I'm trying to get a headcount going with Dawntrail's release! I probably did it a bit too early, to be fair, but I'm insane like that. If you're looking for people to follow, I highly recommend replying to that thread because I'll reblog any that come my way.

With that said, however, as of today (07/07), the following resources have been added to Sea's Community Compendium for XIV Creatives.

FREE COMPANY / COMMUNITY FOCUSED / EVENT SPACES

Final Fantasy XIV Roleplay (Tumblr Community) — A Tumblr community focusing on XIV roleplay! Share your LFRP posts, partake in the polls, prompts and whatever else FFXIV-Related RP stuff you can think of.

LORE

Dawntrail Pronunciation Guide — Ignorance begets strife, understanding begets fellowship. A guide on how to pronounce the various locals, concepts, societies and other content in Tural. Will contain spoilers for the expansion. Created by @pimpylala on Twitter. Constantly being updated as they play through the expansion.

SEAFLOOR

We're a Tumblr Community now! For people unfamiliar with the concept of Communities, I encourage you to check out the tumblr post by staff made about them here. However, copy/pasting what I have written in the Compendium, the Community functions as so:

SEAFLOOR (A FFXIV Community) is a Tumblr community whose duel-purpose focuses on my projects — the Compendium, question drives and screenshot events — whilst also reblogging member created works, resources (including events, commissions and looking for content/roleplay/free company posts), affirmations and other xiv-related content. If you are interested in supporting my projects without the social aspect of a Discord, I highly encourage you to join the Community. Everything hosted on the Discord will be cross-posted there; you will not miss out on anything. As Communities are still in beta, members need to be manually invited. If you would like to join, please like the tumblr post here. Once Communities are out of beta, I will remove this section to better reflect its true public status.

I'm hoping the Community will function as a member-curated dash, resource hub and visual diary for my projects and member created works. There are no hard feelings if you want to leave the Discord and only join the Community. Please do what makes you comfortable!

Want to submit? You can either fill out the google form here or send me an ask with the relevant information!

Is my space suitable for the Compendium? Most of the time, yes! Below the read more is some more information/stipulations. Again, all the below information is accessible on the document! 🦈

Below are the following things I do not accept on the Compendium:

Personal/Single-Character LFC ads.

Content intended for or can be used for bullying, harassment and OOC gossip. E.g. ‘Secrets’ blogs, receipts, callout posts, etc. This does not include in-character tabloid blogs used to generate RP.

Communities that do not have an RP/writing element (large-scale exempt).

Anything I find personally distasteful or goes against the spirit of this project.

Common-sense rule applies.

FAQ.

I want to put my community on the compendium but we have an application process. Is this okay?

Yes! Just note somewhere in your application that's a requirement. The only thing that is mandatory for the Compendium is that you must be open to new members or have a public-facing/accessible facet. There's no point advertising a community if no one can join it in some way!

I want to put my community on the compendium but I only have x number of members —

Also totally okay! People don't start with large communities. Activity is a must but, whether your server has two or two thousand members, if you're looking for new people to join, I'd love to help you find people.

I want to put my community on the compendium but I worry its too niche?

Okay, and? If your Eorzean Fishing Alliance has four members but you roleplay every second weekend, I still want to know about it.

What resources/communities can I add if I'm not the owner of them?

Mutual consent is extremely important to me, so anything that isn't a large-scale community OR a publicly accessible resource must be endorsed by the owner/admin/moderators in order to be added to the compendium. I operate under the assumption that a resource posted to a public space (tumblr, googledocs, youtube, etc) is open to all. A large-scale community is one with a significant member count or openly advertises itself as being accessible to everyone for whatever purpose it serves. If in doubt, please get in touch with me. I'm happy to contact your community owners for you!

How active does a community need to be?

If you find a community has not been active in about two/three months, send me a message and I'll take a look at it. Communities have ebbs and flows, especially event spaces that may take hiatuses depending on member interest/life events. I'm not strict in my implementation provided a space isn't dead. If a link or anything is broken, absolutely contact me about that.

I have [insert a question not stated here]?

No drama! Send me an ask or use the #Compendium channel in my Discord!

[khajiit-reads]

Hi! Me again, I know this might be a little bit of a silly or redundant ask but I was hoping for insight/kinda a follow up question, if that's okay? I sent an ask in about wacky spirit hearing and followed the advice suggested, but my spirit hearing is still manifesting as external and I was just wondering if I could have some advice on why and what to do? Thank you! SJ she/her ✨🐺

(other ask)

Oh! I forgot to mention that you can choose the divination lol or maybe your charm set if that's available? ✨🐺 thank you

___

Well met, internet traveler! As much as I'd love to use the charm set for this reading, I can't see it working out as well for actually answering your question, but if you still want a charm reading, please feel free to return for a general charm reading into the queue.

The tool I'll be using today is Witching Hour Oracle (Samir, xe) by Lorriane Anderson and Olivia Burki.

Let's see here... we have Feeding Crows, Dance, and Cast the Circle.

Feeding Crows is the card of transformation. It's indicating that things are simply changing for you. It could be stating that this new way of hearing is simply the natural progression of skills.

Dance is freedom: It's rapture and euphoria, as well. It also speaks of self-expression. In this case, I believe it's mostly asking you to be free and accept the new way things are instead of anything else.

Cast the Circle however, I think is where some advice and clarity on why this is happening comes in. The action of casting a circle can control our abilities, keep them in-line instead of always acting and going off.

You might find benefit in using magic to try and change your skill back to internal hearing if you don't want to hear externally.

As well, Cast the Circle, to me, can be about skills and their progression - As casting a circle can make things more powerful and progressed if utilized well. This looks back onto Feeding Crows.

Overall, this might very well just be a progression that was meant to come instead of anything else. I've heard of it happening before - Peoples clair- skills begin internally before becoming external skills. Not always, but sometimes that's the progression!

Let yourself accept and be free with this new change. Regardless of what it is, it's important to accept the situation and circumstances you're in.

As a gentle notice, when it comes to externally hearing or seeing spirits, I always warn to check and make sure you're not experiencing psychosis. While I believe you absolutely can externally see/hear spirits, there is still the concern for it. But that's up to your own discernment.

— ☆ —

Thank you so much for your patience with me performing this reading.

Reviews are helpful, but optional. You can send them in this posts replies, my ask box, or in a reblog of this post. Feel free to reblog this post with your thoughts in general, or without a review.

If you feel particularly satisfied with my work, you may leave a tip in my Ko-Fi. You can also see my commissions there if you'd like to order a paid spread.

It also helps to reblog my guidelines post.

Please do not reblog this post if you are not the querent. If there’s something within the post you want, you may ask, and depending on the request, I might fulfill it! Thank you!

I hope you, and all readers, have a wonderful day!

[peppy-jester]

~ Indie rp and ask blog for Fizzrolli from Helluva Boss. Selective, Mutuals only! Read the rules before following, thank you. Mun is +35 year old fossil, so no minors!

AFFILIATED WITH @rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team @blitzbuckz @themosthatedbeingg @houseofasmodeus / @sinfuldxgenerates @queenbeeibee@hellpride / @originalmigraine / @greedonya @beautifulxdangerous //will be adding here more people who wants to be affiliated

Rules And About Mun // Promo

Mammon blog @unhinged-greed // former sideblog @unhinged-greed-a Barbie Wire sideblog @wired-for-trouble

~~Rules for mobile users under the cut~~

1. No godmodding or Powerplay. I don't give you permission to make decisions for my muse without consulting me first. You can move him around if needed to that’s all fine~

2. This blog is an Independent, Selective and Mutuals only blog. I may not follow everyone because I want to keep my dash clean, been unfollowing people who don’t use their roleplay blog only for OOC posting or reblogging unrelated stuff.

3. Minors, personals and rule breakers will be soft or hard blogged. I will not rp or interact with minor muns for my own safety. Personals are welcome to send in character related asks etc, but I won’t be roleplaying with you either.

4. Multimuse, Multifandom and OC friendly. Not okay with roleplaying minor OC characters either. Please have some sort of information page of your character. Multifandom/crossover roleplays are welcome but there are some fandoms I don’t want anything to do with.

5. Headcanon based. Canon exists in this blog. But how I rp as Fizz is bit more headcanon based. He has his childish side showing up quite often, this is because he have been working ever since he was little kid. His parents are dead so he hasn’t been able to be like a ‘normal child’ so now it’s showing up.

6. Duplicate Muses. Are ok only if they are part of multimuse blog. I get very anxious when I see a duplicate muse on my dash, minus a few of my friends who I share Fizz and Mammon with. 

7. NSFW. Horny demons, what can I say. Fizz has his moments. All the NSFW themes will be tagged as such.

8. Triggering themes. Such violent and more dark themed rp’s will be tagged as “tw; blood” or “tw; injury”. If I ever miss a trigger warning, please message me. I don’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable.

9. Shipping. Yes! This blog is multiship! But I only ship with chemistry and would like to know the other mun before anything happens between our boys. Yes, boys. Fizz is not straight. Never feel pressured to ship with me. I’m fine for example Fizz and Ozzie only being business partners. Also not all the ships need to be healthy or actual romantic ships. The main ships for me are OzzFizz, BlitzFizz, StrikerFizz that I like. Wanna ship? Throw me with IM, let’s see what happens~

10. Safe Zone. This blog is as Drama Free as possible! I have zero tolerance of drama, not gonna spread it. Anons will be blocked and blogs will be blocked forever. 

11. Replies. My replies vary from a few lines to several paragraphs depending how my muse works for me at the time. I always try to end my reply so my partners have something to work with. Icons will be used unless stated otherwise in tags. Icons used in replies are from the show that rightfully belongs to Vivziepop.

12. Never rush. I happen to have a life…. ‘life’ away from the computer. Have a full time job so it’s impossible for me to be around on a daily basis. At times work takes a lot from my energy. I reply on things I have muse for. Roleplay partners who I talk to behind the scenes go most likely first. Timezone is not on my side so the dash is usually most active at 1 am to 7 am my time. Be patient with me. But there may be a slight chance I missed your reply or forgot to reply to it, you can always remind me. Me and my dyslectic ADHD ass tend to forget things.

13. Discord. Open for mutuals. It’s mostly for planning stuff, talking whatever you want. Maybe do some roleplaying there~

14. Following tag #PeppyJester

[ashsostrange]

it’s stand on business o’clock, cz i know y’all sick gw*les & p*nkflower shippers + delulu gwen stans ain’t try to run my girl bree (@breeandhermunches) off her blog… you got me all the way fucked up and ima tag this in ALL the categories. you can’t do anything about it 🤣 if you’re upset, then scroll ho. if you know i’m not talking about you, then have a great day! 🫶 if the shoe fits, then wear it.

i’m getting disrespectful. ima return the energy you hoes dished out n you better take it like some mf champs. y’all wanted to fuck around so now you gotta hear my mouth and find out. read it ‘n weep. clearing you bitches gives me life.

such a shame we’re back here, but y’all are mad, mad miserable. like, i’ve never seen a fandom so chronically online. are you even trying to mask the fact that you rarely step outside anymore…? 😬

let me making it so very clear why i’m making this post in the first place, bc y’all seem to struggle with my main concerns never clicking in your heads.

y’all have the time to sit in somebody’s inbox and complain about their hatred towards fictional ships, meanwhile the people y’all complain about stay on their pages and mind their business? 🤨 those people being US. ion recall none of us going directly to YOUR pages to hate on punkflower and gwiles. if we hate, it’s on our pages. i don’t go looking for a mf fight, that’s mad childish. y’all were riding bree’s dick like crazy. at this point, her hate for gwiles must keep y’all up at night. talk to a therapist about that. it’s not healthy. i’m gna address ALL the bs y’all be on.

so now that you know why i’m posting this, let me set few things straight for y’all.

“don’t use the ship tag to hate! 🤬🤬” the day you copyright and trademark the tag, present me with an official “tumblr etiquette” rule book or, show me proof that you own tumblr is the day i’ll stop. ima do wtv i want whenever i want, please get that thru ya hollow ass heads. y’all aren’t entitled to anything. not respect, not no damn “common courtesy,” ESPECIALLY not over dysfunctional ships/fictional characters 🤣 i don’t owe you SHIT.

some of were y’all tryna go back and forth with me at the grown ass age of TWENTY. over GWILES. a sixteen yr old vs a twenty yr old, see your life 😂😂 it’s truly alarming. go get employed. if you alr are, then call your manager and pick up some more shifts bc you clearly ain’t doing enough. if college graduation rates begin to decline, i know exactly who to come to. everything’s going up and even tho you should be standing on some mf business so you can afford the cost of living, you’re arguing with teenagers online instead. a lot of you have too much free time.

“you posted this publicly under the tag, you can’t expect people not to want to argue” yes i can! block me and scroll. we don’t have to argue. i don’t remember starting an argument? i was never on your pages. i only reblog shit when it appears on my dash. like i said, i’m not searching far n wide for no damn fight. 🤷‍♀️ nobody told y’all to bitch, whine, and reblog mine or bree’s shit. your issue is that you have no self control. you don’t know when to hold yourself tf back, so you feel obligated to reply. god forbid someone has a differing opinion. my post was never even about the flaws in miles and gwen’s relationship. i was talking about how it is disappointing to see miles’ story be reduced to a love story. unfortunately, y’all forgot to put your glasses on beforehand and read “i hate gwiles.” yes, i hate gwiles!!! but that was not the point of my post. y’all are either illiterate or trying to let off some serious steam. i’m not having any of it. maybe y’all are upset i called you delusional, but you’ve effortlessly proven my point.

this is the internet. you have the tools to avoid seeing what me n bree hv to say, so why are you throwing a tantrum like a goddamn child instead of utilizing them?? you’re not special. the world doesn’t revolve around you and what you want. people are dying n you’re worried about a hate post under a ship tag?? mind you, that was the one and only “hate post” i’ve EVER put under that fuckass tag 😭 bree will make one post about gwiles, and y’all are the ones who’ll drag it out, then call her “obsessed.”we’re doomed bc y’all are doomed.

the white mfs complaining ab the term “snow bunny”… jesus 🤦‍♀️ ts didn’t even mean what you think it meant in the first place. it was originally used to refer to female skiers. some of y’all swear up, down, n all around that being “racist” to white people is the same as racism towards black people, and it’s not. let’s use “snow bunny” and the n-word as examples:

snow bunny had an alternative use before it was used to refer to white people. there’s no significant history behind it at all, unless you count tiktok as history. the n word has always been the n word. it’s always been derogatory, and anyone will a brain would know it’s mad history behind the word. it roots in deep hatred. people continue to use this word to belittle those who are black, or use it lightly around their friends nd behind closed doors as if it’s a common cuss word. y’all’s experiences with “racism” are nowhere near comparable to the experiences black people have BEEN facing and will be facing for fucking ever. white people have and always will be seen as the superior race, therefore, you face minimal to no “racism” outside of the internet, and i’d do anything to be able to say that. don’t even @ me talking about “🥹🥹 that doesn’t make racism against white people oka—“ i don’t care. at all. drink some water. you’ll be fine.

“you guys hate women!!!” “y’all hate gwen bc she’s white!!” like, you sound so fkn dumb nd all i can do is sit and stare at you.

me nd bree are black girls. people from EVERY race and EVERY ethnicity hate black people and EVERYONE hates black girls. hell, not even black men like us. why on god’s green mf earth would we ever want sb else to feel that way??

yk what y’all need to do? y’all need to quit whining and accept the fact that bree doesn’t like gwen because of what she did to miles. it’s as simple as that. stop trying to complicate things bc you so desperately want to deem her and other people who hate gwen “racists” or “misogynists.” no. i fw gwen heavy, nd me and bree are able to coexist bc neither of us are fucking delusional and regularly touch grass 🤷‍♀️ same thing with all my other mutuals.

meanwhile, you hoes get your panties in a twist when sb calls gwen a snow bunny as if she’s a sentient being who’s going to cry over ts, like, no. your feelings are hurt? take a fucking walk! nobody has to like her.

and punkflower, oh my god 😐 i’ve never been homophobic and i never will be. i’m literally queer. i’m not about that friendly fire before y’all try and call me homophobic. my thing is, if hobie was originally supposed to be a nineteen year old, n now his age is unconfirmed, why in the hell would we go and age him down to sixteen?? all y’all wna do is ship that man with miles or write smut about him. some of y’all wanna do both!! you change his age when it’s convenient to you. if you don’t see an issue with that, then i can’t help you. you’re weird. until i hear otherwise from one of the directors, he’s 19.

ghostflower or gwiles 🙃 the reason y y’all are sobbing or wtv. i thought y’all were exaggerating when you said gwiles was your religion, but it’s looking like i was very incorrect. real talk, ion like that fuckass ship. i don’t have to and neither does anybody else. just like you lames do with gwen, you dig deep in your ass for every problematic reason possible. “you have a racial bias!!!” “you hate interracial relationships!!” the fuck?? 😭 do you cunts read what you write before you post it?? “they’re more obsessed with gwiles than we are” “they must be in love with ghostflower & gwen”

…huh? covid really set some of y’all back tremendously because it seems a concerning amount of you lack critical thinking skills. in reality, just like hating gwen, the reason we dislike gwen and miles together is SO very simple. it all boils down to the fact that gwen did miles dirt. and i’ve made a separate post, i’ve talked about why they would never work imo. when i present y’all with my logical reasoning, you dgaf! so the only thing you can do now is shut the hell up, unclench, and cope. since you wna get in your feelings bout it, fuck gwiles, n fuck you too.

y’all even got some of your own people agreeing w me, props to y’all btw 👏 it’s never you i’m talking about.

i hate that y’all made it this deep bc it didn’t need to be. this is a fucking movie. none of this is real, yet you continue to harass me and bree like we murdered your immediate + extended family + the family dog that had cancer. i find myself hoping that one day y’all will realize how dumb you sound, but then i remember some of you niggas are already grown, so it’s looking quite improbable.

and also, don’t b up in my reblogs chattin’ it up about shit i’ve explicitly stated that idc about. i won’t repeat myself because you can’t read. if this post hasn’t shown you i don’t give even half of a fuck about you or your feelings regarding ANYTHING at this point in time, then i don’t really know what will 🤷‍♀️

if i made you mad, go ahead nd suck it up fa me. we won’t be going toe to toe and debating on MY blog because you’ll be actively wasting your own time, as i am not willing to hear anyone out. it’s been that way from the start and it won’t change. if you send an anon message or any type of inbox w some bs then it’ll sit there until the end of time or be swiftly deleted. if you reblog this post trying to invalidate anything i just addressed, i won’t even give you the time of day, bc i said everything that needed to said. i was very articulate and extremely clear. know that i can’t and won’t be swayed in the slightest. we’d just go back and forth until you decide to shut your mouth or block me. so block me now. ian the one.

if you don’t get it, then you don’t fucking get it, but what y’all aren’t gna do is treat people the way y’all were treating bree just because she hates two ships + gwen stacy. you complain about how the fandom sucks like you’re not the same people who make being in fandoms in unenjoyable.

you usually have to go to a therapist and pay for reality checks. luckily for y’all, i gave you one for free! you needed to be humbled and i happily did the humbling. lil piece of advice: stop trying to force people to gaf if they clearly do not. block and move on with your life. you gon get tired one day. leave me, bree, n anyone else you bother tf alone. spend your energy trying to change people’s minds on REAL ISSUES that actually matter, not fucking spider-man.

whew, ANYWAY… i hope i never have to speak bout this again. act right in the near future n i won’t have to “invade your tags” with long paragraphs in which i set you fools straight, thank yewww! 🫶

god bless!! 💗

[house-on-sand]

hi, this is a long time coming but! it's the official pinned post time woo! *everyone cheered* anyways! i'm levi, this is my blog where i post about and reblog whatever i want as the whim takes me. idk if you can tell but i really like superheroes and comic books and that's probably how you ended up here (unless you came for the tokyo ghoul posting, at which point you're a real one and im so sorry that that interest has taken a backburner). other than comics and anime/manga, i talk about my brothers a lot i think. being their older brother/being an older brother is like a core facet of my personality in case you couldn't tell.

i'm kind of a hot mess so be prepared for that i guess.

feel free to send asks or messages, i'm always down for them, though i'm not always great at replying so! do not stress if i don't respond to something you've sent, i'm not purposely ignoring you or anything; i either don't have the energy or time to respond OR i saw it and forgot about it once i stopped looking at it. either way trust i am not intentionally ignoring you or being an asshole, i'm just like that sometimes.

okay. in closing, here's some things you should check out:

☢ damage (1994) ☢ figure you out by voilà ☢ invincible (comic) ☢ haunting you - badflower ☢ marble hornets: the entire series explained (video essay by sagan hawkes) ☢ freezer burn by t!lt ☢ the disturbing development of a haunted game... (basilisk games video analysis by sagan hawkes) ☢ give the people what they want by moon walker ☢ digital horror: the rebirth of creepypasta (video essay by sagan hawkes) ☢ house of leaves by mark z. danielewski ☢ psych ward chess champion by happyhappy

cool links: my carrd! comic book guide! comic posting tag! yapping tag! jason todd playlist!

[nescaveckwriter]

Moonflowers & Werewolves - Chapter 3 🐺🥰

A/N: Awww y'all, chapter Three is here. Yayaness, I had so much fun writing this, one, I hope y'all will love it as much as I do 🥰🐺

Side Note: Thank you, feels so empty🥹, but thank you for every like, comment, reblog even those adorable bugsies just reading, 🥰 it means the world to me.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, severe violence, action, fighting, slight swearing used, hospital scenes, fire.😱 Anything else let me know

"Derek, It's me Argent" he warned

"Dammit Chris" he roared

"We need to get you out of here, now" he demanded

"Yeah about that, I'd might need a little help" he sighed

As Chris glanced over at the werewolf, he saw multiple arrows all over his back. "Wolfsbane" he questioned

"Yeah, most probably" he whined

"I'll hold them back, you make a run for it" he suggested

"Hell no! Your not doing this alone" he replied

"I'm not, I brought some help" he smirked

"He forced me to come, and its not like I had any plans" he said sarcastically

Derek furrowed his brows "Peter?" 

"Yes, I've came to save the day once again" he mocked

Derek collapsed to the ground, letting the woman fall out of his arms, his face tired, expression shocked "Madison"

Throwing his hands up in the air "great now we have to save a human"

Growling at Peter "She didn't ask for this"

Looking down at the woman not making a sound, "is she even okay"

"Peter, do not! Of course I  protected her" he sneered, giving her a once over, she's unconscious, her heartbeat slowed, catching the whiff of blood, pure human blood, knowing it must come from her, searching for a open wound, "Noooo!" He let out a violent roar, "they've hit her too" glaring at the arrow that's pierced through her chest.

Chris looks over to a defeated looking Derek. "Go on, get her to the hospital now! Me and Peter will hold them down and away from you"

They exchange a concerned look, but then Derek, gathers his last bit of strength, as he gets up, and starts running out of the forest, straight towards the hospital. As far as he runs, with his free hand, he pulls out the arrows from his body, he keeps saying, underneath his breath "I'm so sorry Maddie"

Back into his human form, he runs through the ER doors, glancing over at the nurses station. Melissa sees, him holding the injured woman. ''Derek! Get in here'' gesturing towards an empty bed.

He gently places her on the hospital bed. Feeling weak himself he collapse down in the nearest chair. Grabbing Melissa's arm, ''I need Parrish'' he demanded

Puzzled she looked at him ''I will phone him right away''

His eyes are heavy, his voice painfully low ''Is she going to be okay''

Smiling ''Of course, I'll let a doctor see her immediately''

As Melissa walks out, she almost walks into Parrish, ''What?''

A half-smile on his thin lips, ''I had know Derek needs me''

''Oh yeah, I almost forgot, you get a sort like premonition of these things'' letting out a nervous chuckle, gesturing his in the room.

A determined look on his prominent face as he walks closer towards, the closed door. Already feeling his body heat up, he can honestly say, that with a lot of training him and Cerberus has a mutual understanding, he doesn't take over him so much anymore, he is still conscious enough, to know what his doing. 

''Derek'' his voice croaky

''Jordan, I need you too heat up man!'' his brows drew together, his face pain stricken 

''No, no way in hell Derek, its too much'' he warned

''Parrish you listen to me, if you don't burn this freaking wolfsbane out of me, my son will have to grow up with out his father'' his voice rough and low

''Fine! but we will need to move you first'' sliding his arm underneath Derek's side, helping him to a stance.

Derek looks over to were Madison lays, underneath his breath he whispers ''please be okay''. As they walk out Melissa and a doctor storms in, to help her, Melissa just gives him a assuring nod in the passing.

As Jordan takes Derek, down to the basement of the hospital, he starts to feel, the poison, getting closer, knowing if it reaches his heart, he'd be dead in a few seconds, ''Now, do it now'' he roared

Parrish, starts to heat up, wrapping his arms, around Derek, his whiskey brown eyes, now a yellow-orange, fire dancing in his pupils. 

As the fire engulfs Derek, he roars loudly, his eyes a electric blue, his fangs and claws are out as he can't help but to shift, under this amount of pain. With the flames dancing around there bodies, he can feel the poison burning away. With the last bit leaving his veins, Jordan, lets go of Derek, making him plummet to the ground. The hellhound who was just covered in flames, is now only covered in ash, the only visible sign of fire, is the orange red, rushing through his veins, defining the muscular build. 

He picks up a unconscious Derek, carries him towards a empty hospital bed. Letting Melissa know, where he is, he runs to help Argent and Peter. On his way calling his girlfriend, 

''Hey babe!'' her voice delighted

''Love, listen I'll explain later, but you need to go and check on Eli, be careful'' he warned

''On my way, you too'' she bolted towards Derek's house, entering through the door, catching a glimpse of three men, probably hunters, cornering Eli, his frightened face is one to much. 

''Hey idiots, why don't you pick on someone your own size'' she hissed

Laughing as they walk closer, weapons in hand, ''What are you going to do little girl?'' the giant man mocked.

Getting into a fighting stance, she throws her hands down, letting her short nails, turn into her claws, as she roared it revealed her fangs, her dark brown eyes, now ice blue. 

''Oh you must be the were coyote'' the man laughed

Without hesitating she rushed towards the giant man, digging her claws into his forearm, throwing him against the wall. The other two, runs towards her, a older looking man, slices her cheek with a silver knife, ''Argggh'' she groaned,   as the younger man, fires his gun, but the bullet misses her by centimeters, hitting a serene painting. Eli runs closer to help, his eyes a slight yellow, but no claws and no fangs. ''Stay back Eli'' she warned

As the three men gathers around her, and Eli, she starts to think of a plan, to overtake them all, not wanting Eli to get hurt she stands in front of him. She growls at them. The men agrees that they should capture the were coyote and the wannabe werewolf, they walk closer and closer, but then all of the sudden a voice makes them turn around. 

''Hello Sweetheart, daddy's here'' he mocked as he pounced on the larger man, ripping out some flesh, the man scream in agonizing pain, but Peter just knocks him out with a jab to the jaw.

Malia just rolls her eyes, sarcasm, evident ''Thanks for the help daddy dearest'' as she picks up the younger man and throws him into the kitchen, his body hitting the island, blood pulsing down the back of his head. Eli grabs a chair, smashing it over the older man's head. As the three stood there, glancing at there handiwork, Eli, looks at Peter and Malia, ''Where's my dad'' he asked

Before Peter could answer, Jordan crashes through the door, in his arms Chris Argent, his voice hoarse ''he's been shot, it's bad, we need to get him to the hospital'' they all hurried, jumping into the jeep, speeding up the street, towards the hospital. Then out of nowhere, a truck hits the side of the jeep, making it spin out of control and flipping it on its side.

Chapter Four Here :)

[cocrante]

Walking the Wire

[SOLANGELO FANFIC]

warning: it contains significant spoilers, please do not read it unless you have read the third book of "The Trials of Apollo". If you decide to proceed, I will not be held responsible.

summary: The dreams at Camp Half-Blood have vanished. Gentle nights embrace the campers in their hours of sleep, but just as the dreams have disappeared, so have the prophecies. For a mortal, this might not mean anything—nightmares suddenly gone, sweet nights wrapped them in the warmth of the sheets—but for a demigod, dreams are the bridge that connects them between the mortal and immortal worlds, an annoying bell that keeps them constantly on alert, and without those to disturb their nights, it was like losing their compass. But not everyone is without dreams, if "dream" this can be called, one is still allowed to travel in the dream world, perhaps out of pity and compassion of the Fates.

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[CHAPTER 6]

It was a dreamless night.

NICO WOKE UP AT DAWN, LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW TO SEE THE SUNRISE. Everything had become silent in that cabin. The air was crisp as before a storm, and Nico had the horrible feeling that it would come much sooner than expected. That was the worst night of all: as long as he dreamed them —as long as he saw them— then it meant that that demigod, that hero, was still alive and wherever he was, he was still fine. But now he no longer had this certainty.

With a sigh, he got up, going out a few minutes later to go to the mess hall.

Even that morning, he found Will awake early, waiting for him at his table. He had prepared a tray with all the good things Nico liked. Nico thanked him with a smile, sitting down to eat, and finally managed to eat more after many mornings. Will was happy to see him like that, he looked much more rested, seemed more energetic than the other days, his appetite had even returned. Only his eyes were always the same: sunken, dull, thoughtful, they were the eyes of someone not looking at this world. Will was sure he was still searching for that person or somehow waiting for them. He couldn't imagine how horrible it must be not to know who the Fates were referring to.

"Have you had any more?" he asked, placing a hand on his, waking him from his reverie. Nico closed his eyes, letting those souls disappear from his gaze.

"No" he replied, playing with Will's fingers, unable to shake off that feeling that had been accompanying him for a while. He still thought about the dream he had had the night before, the pain in his arms, the tightness in his chest, the exhaustion in his body. He couldn't even remotely imagine what that demigod would have to feel when the time came. He didn't even want to think about it.

"Do you mind if I come with you to the infirmary?" he asked, lifting those tired eyes to Will's radiant ones.

"I'd be happy to" he smiled at him, and for a moment Nico felt warmth.

That morning there wasn't much activity in the infirmary, so Will could focus entirely on his boyfriend and listen to those worries that were slowly devouring him from within.

Often Will forgot how fragile that boy could be. Over time, he had become really good at masking his emotions until he self-destructed. Will had known Nico since he arrived at camp that year—they hadn't stopped to talk much, they couldn't even be called friends, but he remembered those rare times when they had spoken, and he had found Nico to be a truly interesting demigod.

During that time, Nico spent most of his days with the children of Hermes, assigned to the Hermes Cabin, and when he disappeared that night, and no one knew anything about him anymore, it saddened Will. He had just started to get to know him, and —as strange as it might seem— he was starting to like him. Then, during the war against the Titans, he saw him again. In those years, Nico had changed, he was no longer the child with a smile painted on his face that Will remembered: life with him must have been truly cruel. If one had enough courage to look at him, one could read it in his eyes.

Then that day, hidden among the trees, it was like finding a totally different person in front of him. Will more than ever wanted to know everything that had happened to him. He wanted to understand what had happened to that cheerful boy, who once ran with a smile on his face through the camp, who looked with wonder at everything around him. Will would do anything to see that smile again, even just once.

In the infirmary, away from the campers' prying eyes, Will let Nico tell him what he hadn't had the courage to tell him, and he found out that a strange and chilling sensation was running through his body, he couldn't explain it very well in words, much less describe what he really felt. "It's like with Bianca" he explained.

Nico didn't talk to anyone about his sister; even after all those years, he couldn't forget that pain. His features hardened, Will knew he was about to say something he had been holding inside for too long. "I feel the same sensation as back then. I felt it the night before she disappeared, at the time I didn't pay attention to it" he frowned, as if blaming himself for not understanding it sooner. "It's like my body is telling me that something is happening out there and soon someone I care about will die" he said, not beating around the bush. Will put a hand on his lips, shivering. Unintentionally, he cast a cold shadow over the room, Nico reproached himself for that too. "I'm sorry" Nico apologized, alarming him was certainly the last thing he wanted to do.

But Will shook his head. "No, it's okay" he replied. "I just want you to tell me everything that happens to you. I want to be able to help you, but to do that, I need you to tell me what's happening to you" he took both of Nico's hands, intertwining his fingers with his own. Nico blushed, happy that there was such a special person in his life. "Isn't that what any good boyfriend would do?" he asked ironically. Nico smiled again, for a moment it almost seemed like he could see that sweet smile of the past.

"I don't know, I've never had one before" he replied to the joke, wanting to play along.

"Then I'll be the best one" he declared as if it were a promise.

"Believe me, you already are" he looked at him for a moment before kissing him on the lips.

At lunch, they sat together with the other children of Apollo, listening to Kayla complain about the new demigods who had arrived at camp and their poor archery skills.

"I don't know how many times I've put my hands in my hair today" she sighed, skewering the roast with her fork.

Will laughed, telling her she just had to wait and improvements would come.

"And then remember that no one can be worse than our Jackson with a bow" Austin reminded her, managing to get a laugh out of Kayla as well. Throughout lunch, the kids talked about their lives outside of camp, remembering what awaited them once all this was finally over. They also asked Nico if he missed New Rome, knowing that his decision hadn't been an easy one.

"Sometimes I miss it" he replied. "I hoped to see Hazel again soon and the others too" the thought made him even sadder, wondering if he would be able to see his friends all together again.

Will squeezed his hand, reminding him that he would always be there in his life. At that gesture, the other campers also saw a slight smile appear on Nico's face.

At the end of lunch, the group of demigods scattered throughout the camp. Will asked Nico if they could also go to the arena that day, wanting him to show him again how he had managed to parry his attack the day before. Nico agreed, going together to the arena where he showed him slowly how he had done it. Will tried to copy him, stumbling over his own steps, but tried again several times until he got it right enough. Nico was quite satisfied with his slight improvement. Then they started sparring for real.

Nico parried all of Will's attacks, responding with slow strikes so that he could find time to block them. He wasn't as fluid as the day before, maybe Will was still thinking too much, so he reminded him to let his instincts guide him, to let himself be guided by his senses, and as soon as he reminded him, his movements improved. Will started attacking him again, but still getting blocked by the opponent's blade. The boy didn't want to give up, he would make him drop his guard that day.

The Hade's son was ready to parry Will's sword again when suddenly everything around him stopped. Nico had a strong jolt,he often had it when his gaze ended up in the realm of the dead. For years he had managed to control it, not allowing his eyes to linger on every deceased person who crossed Charon's door, ignoring those specters, ignoring their faces, but that time it was impossible for him. His pupils dilated, his eyelids stopped beating, his eyes were looking at another world. It was like being there, halfway between the realm of the living and that of the dead. He slowly lowered the sword, which suddenly felt heavier, until it slipped from his hands. Will stopped, looking at that frozen body in front of him. A cold shiver ran through him.

He ran to him, taking his hand, placing the other on his cheek. He shouted to the campers who were there training to go call Chiron. The shadows of the trees and the dummies swayed, as if crazed, as if they wanted to detach and escape from that place at all costs. The Hade's son was trembling with anger, and with it, the camp began to shake too. Tears fell from those expressionless eyes, only one word came from his lips:—"No" he screamed.

That was just one of his bad dreams, it had to be. Will looked at him with tears in his eyes, unable to do anything but look at him with fear, trying in any way to make him look back at him. The earth around them shook harder and harder, Will knew it would split soon. "Nico!" the boy shouted, holding his face with both hands. But Nico didn't hear him; his eyes couldn't look at anything but the shadow of that soul waiting for permission to board the boat and cross the river of souls.

"Please, look at me" Will pleaded, embracing him as if to protect him from whatever his eyes were seeing, and as if released from a spell, Nico blinked again. Darkness gave way to light.

He was back at camp, he was in Will's arms. Nico held onto his boyfriend, happy that he was there hugging him. Will flinched feeling Nico's hands on his back, the tremors slowly ceased.

"Nico" he whispered, stroking his hair. The boy didn't speak, he just cried with his face buried in Will's shirt. The sobs spread throughout the arena, Nico couldn't believe what he had seen, who he had seen. Chiron galloped to the arena, along with the demigods who had called him, ordering the group to step aside and leave them alone. Will looked at that group watching them from afar, puzzled, worried, but above all curious. He looked at Chiron, thanking him with his eyes, silently asking him to leave them alone for a moment. The centaur took away the campers, the two would join them when Nico felt better. As soon as the crowd dispersed, Nico's legs gave way, collapsing to the ground on his knees, and Will followed him. He held him tightly in his arms, unable to let him go.

After endless minutes of silence, broken only by tears and sobs, Nico said his name: "Jason" his voice broke.

He pulled away from the boy's body to look at him in those perfect blue eyes. "It's Jason" he repeated with a trembling voice, more tears streaked his face, collapsing again into his boyfriend's arms, who now looked expressionless ahead of him.

He immediately understood what he meant, all those nightmares, the Fates, the thread, it was all meant for him.

"I couldn't even say goodbye to him" he sobbed, holding onto his orange shirt soaked with tears. "I couldn't even do it with him" the words choked in his throat.

Will couldn't speak, he didn't know what was right to say or do. He continued to hold him in that embrace, giving him all the warmth he needed at that moment. Jason was surely the best friend Nico had ever had and after Bianca, he had been one of the few to obtain permission to enter his little strange world. They had known each other for a short time, Will knew, and yet for that short time, Nico saw in Jason's eyes the figure of a brother.

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