#for some reason tumblr totally WRECKED this post

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

@kimberleyjean ok, you asked for this, its cursed and I'm sorry.

So first off I'm NOT going to try to explain what Supernatural is. Its a garbage fire, and I am unfortunate enough to be one of the feral, touch-starved gays to live in said garbage fire. Its the best show ever but all of its accidental, its the worst show ever in terms of anything that was done on purpose, etc etc. You're on tumblr you know the drill

Anyway, before GOs2's "Final Fifteen", the ONLY connections between GO and SPN were:

A demon in spn is named Crowley, in an homage to GO Crowley. They are alike, but they are NOT the same character and I don't think it can be argued that they're the same person in different forms (bc with demons that would be possible). They are however both Scottish, greasy and have a deep disrespect for authority. I do HAVE a theory/hc connecting the two Crowleys but that's another post for another day. Weirdly, SPN!Crowley (who I'm going to call Fergus from here on out, bc even though nobody in spn or the fandom calls him that, it is his canonical first name) has very little to do with anything I'm about to say. Just fyi, he exists.

Secondly, The Hillywood show did a Supernatural parody back in 2014-ish. I will link it below if you're curious, but again not much in this video is ACTUALLY RELEVANT to what I'm about to say (however, Fergus is there. He's the Scottish guy)

However, the specific arcs of Supernatural that SURROUND the season/topic this parody is centered on (Mark of Cain arc, ~s9-10) are where the coincidences get weird, and ok now I do have to talk about Supernatural a bit.

mmmfffff. Okay so the Metatron is a greasy, annoying, manipulative, power-hungry bastard who lies every time he speaks, wants full rule over Heaven and will control anyone and wreck anything he can to get there....

...and I'm talking about the version of the Metatron from Supernatural. LONG tldr, Dean (buzz cut, older brother, guy who's in love with an angel, the guy who says the news headlines in the Destiel meme) takes this thing/curse/whole other mess called the "Mark of Cain" to kill this kinda super-powerful arch-demon called Abaddon (more on her later), and blah blah blah Supernatural Happens For A Bit, and due to the Mark's curse making Dean act like a total psycho (and also, its implied, slowly turning him into a demon) they try to get help from the Metatron, who had been locked up after... well.

-when God was no longer contacting heaven, Metatron ran away from Heaven and hid on earth because he thought that the angels would use the Word of God (which the Metatron holds) "wrong" or something

-later, took advantage of strife & power vacuums in Heaven to manipulate Cas (angel, deeply autistic, the guy who says "I love you" in the destiel meme, in love with Dean) into doing a spell that CAUSED ALL OF THE ANGELS IN HEAVEN TO FALL, for no reason other than the Metatron is an actual pissbaby.

anyway, Metatron claims he can help Dean, that was a lie (shocking, I know), Metatron pulls some bs including basically stealing Cas' life-force (a second time. the first time was when he was ALREADY fucking w Cas as mentioned above) and runs off back to heaven... along with Gadreel, who he has manipulated/convinced to help him take power in Heaven.

who's Gadreel?

well. he's the angel who let the Serpent (or in this canon, just Lucifer) into the Garden of Eden, and he was cast into Hell to be tortured forever or something as punishment. However, after Metatron's earlier all-the-angels-falling scheme, Gadreel (for reasons I'm not too sure of tbh) took the name/identity of a VERY highly-regarded and powerful angel named Ezekiel, who died of his injuries during the fall

^this last part is a detail I try hard not to think about. this is because the names and roles are JUST similar enough to GO's Ineffable Husbands for the implications make me very, very sad.

Anyway, Gadreel had been around spn canon before, posing as Ezekiel, possessing Sam blah blah blah shit happened

Anyway this is a whole lot of words to say that the season/s of SPN that The Hillywood Show was parodying were the seasons where the Metatron was a main villain, and attempted/temporarily succeeded in taking power in Heaven BY MANIPULATING THE GUY WHO LET THE DEVIL INTO THE GARDEN OF EDEN

and then The Hillywood Show (who tbh I almost feel bad for lmao like BRUH) got signed to produce the parody/teaser/release date announcement for GOs2. Where the Metatron...

yeah.

yeahhhhhh

I would have LOVED to see the Hillywood Show team's live and immediate reaction to the Final Fifteen because I can't even imagine what must have been going through their heads.

ah yes. the FUCKING Metatron

oh also in spn, the Metatron (its complicated but basically)severely/fatally wounds Cas, and straight-up KILLS Dean, but Dean resurrects as a demon (for a few eps at least), meaning that Metatron DID technically try, and almost succeeded in, killing both members of an angel/demon gay couple, if only bc timing lined up so that Metatron was an antagonist in the arcs where Dean was turning into a demon.

so yeah

anyway I mentioned we'd get back to Abaddon so here's those major spoilers I mentioned. I'm fairly sure these are real spoilers and not theories, since my source is wikipedia

that's the whole article, there's not much else on her on wiki (though I should really do more research on Muriel). I think I heard Neil say somewhere that he created Muriel because "he wanted an angel character, from Heaven, who was 'just nice'" but idk if anything specific has ever been said about her name.

anyway that's why the Metatron gave Muriel that book "The Crow Road" in the Final 15, why he likes her so much, and why he's having her stay on earth

"The Crow Road" is a book about the nature of Death, and Metatron is, for lack of a better/less problematic word, grooming Muriel for the role of angel of Death in the apocalypse (Abaddon being a VERY prominent figure in revelations, for those who weren't aware)

...so on top of all the other Supernatural/Hillywood-Specific coincidences, sure, let's have Abaddon too.

uhhhhh

yeah

[lonelyroommp3]

opinions on every Marina album

the family jewels: near perfect album. sonically interesting, lyrically biting, thematically and emotionally hits like a truck, i will say hand on heart that i'm biased because it's a tracklist built from the ground up for the desperately ambitious and desperately sad girlies (and those whose taste in fictional characters aligns with that... the family jewels carries my all marina tbosas fanmix) but i don't care. my personal favourite marina album and imo her strongest in general

electra heart: completely understand why it had tumblr in a chokehold, brilliantly done as a concept album in terms of visual and sonic cohesion throughout. doesn't have the same emotional impact as tfj to me but that's largely because my problems are tfj problems and not electra heart problems. my biggest problem with it as a finished product is that so many of its best songs (how to be a heartbreaker. radioactive. buy the stars. sex yeah. EVOL...) are relegated to bonus tracks. if i was curating that tracklist i'd honestly ditch some of the tracks that get a little bit samey in the back half of the album (valley of the dolls... living dead....) and let the excellent bonus tracks get the spotlight instead. if this had been released in 2024 i'd call it a marketing tactic to get stans to collect all the variants and get electra heart to #1 but sadly it was 2012 so i just have to assume questionable album curation decisions

froot: drop "gold" and "can't pin me down" and it's an excellent album. not quite up there with her first two as an overall product but contains some of my all time favourite marina tracks (blue is an absolute ALL TIME great marina song for me. also gotta shout out my main man "forget" which got me THROUGH baby's first major mental health spiral back when it came out and i was a fresh faced 18 year old wrecking my friendships through rejection sensitive dysphoria). plus froot of the month is one of my favourite rollout tactics ever. only time i've not complained about excessive pre-album release singles

love + fear: if this was an album by any other pop girlie i'd be totally fine with it. the songs are not bad. but it just lacks everything that makes a marina album for me. just not weird enough! for example: i think "orange trees" is a cute summer bop, almost put it on my summer playlist for this year, but every time i remember it's a marina song i just feel almost disappointed like girl you're better than this. you're weirder than this. come on. whereas if this was - and i'm sorry in advance bc this sounds far more backhanded than it actually is - say, a bebe rexha track. a pre-hyperpop camila cabello track, perhaps. i'd think yeah this is a great pop song. it's just disappointing from an artist i associate with more left field choices and for that reason i just can't get behind it. the one exception is "baby" which is really more of a clean bandit song anyway, which i think is why i can forgive its lack of personality. specifically the luca schreiner remix is a longstanding member of my "feeling hot before a night out" playlist

ancient dreams in a modern land: in some songs she is literally right back to family jewels form. venus fly trap - up there with my all time favourite marina songs. fucking obsessed with it. i think the title track is great too, enjoy "goodbye" as a more froot-style track, "i love you but i love me more" as a kind of post-electra heart cut. i even enjoy a bit of man's world from time to time mainly for the strawberry soda lyric which immediately made me sit up and go "okay, gender" upon my first listen. however in other places... absolute fucking lyrical stinkers. i would love to call this a good album but i just cannot even begin to forgive the existence of purge the poison

[eunchancorner]

Hi! I have a suggestion when you have time/if you want to do it.

So you posted a few asks from crossover-enthusiast about Dexter (in doll form) getting wrecked to pieces by the spooky kids. Would you consider doing a fic about that?

Feel free to ignore this if it's not your thing.

Couldn’t resist, take it, Tumblr!

Lers Skid and Pump, Lee Dexter (Happy Fella doll)

Warning: cussing

Word count: 1093

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If Dexter had to note one thing about the kids he was stuck with, it’d be that they seemed to be obsessed with tickles.

Nearly every day that he was stuck in the house with them, they’d tickle him half to death, every time making him scared he’d blow his cover. Somehow, the kids never seemed to realize that a doll that not only laughed when being tickled, but also protested, curled up or even tried to push them away, wasn’t a normal doll. But luckily, the kids seemed to be far too dense to realize that.

But, weirdly enough, being subjected to near-daily tickles seemed to make his needs less… intense. Like it was distracting his mind, or like his need for blood was being partially satiated by the playful activity. Which, in a way, made it nice.

And also way easier to say that was why he enjoyed it, and totally not because he enjoyed getting any form of affection.

Tonight, however, he hadn’t been subjected to tickles once. Normally he wouldn’t be worried, except for the fact that he’d overheard Skid and Lila mentioning that Pump would be staying over for the night. Which meant Skid must’ve just been waiting to team up with his best friend to tickle him.

“Pump!” He heard the hyper ravenette call to his friend as he sat on Skid’s bed, pretending to be just an ordinary doll like normal.

“Skid! Hiii!”

“Let’s go play with our happy fella!”

Oh no.

“Have fun, you two,” he heard Lila call to the two bois as they excitedly ran up the stairs, “Dinner will be ready soon, so don’t start a game that’ll last too long, ok?”

“Ok, Mom!” the little ravenette called as he and his friend reached his room.

“What game should we play with the happy fella?” the brunette asked as the two hopped onto the bed.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. We could color, or read him a story, or have a little party!”

“A party for what?”

“Uhm… I dunno, it was an idea.”

“Hmmm… Oh, I know what we can do!”

The fluffball leaned over to whisper in his friend’s ear, but it didn’t take hearing him for Dexter to know what he was suggesting, especially if the way Skid’s eyes lit up was any indication.

“Oooo, good idea!” the ravenette said happily as he grabbed the ‘doll’s’ arm, pulling him close.

“Yeah! Let’s tickle our favorite fella!” Pump practically chirped, confirming his fears.

Of course, Dexter had to drop the doll facade, not that it fazed the two boys, they seemed to accept this as normal.

“Hey hey, no kids, c’mon, you don’t wanna tickle me! Don’t you wanna play some other game?” he tried to reason with the two.

“Uh, but why would we do that?” Pump asked.

“Yeah, other games don’t make you laugh, and we like your laugh, right Pump?” Skid argued.

“Yeah, yeah we do!”

That threw Dexter for a loop.

They like my laugh? Like, my laugh, and not just tickling me? He’d never heard that before, and now he’d just been told so by a couple of random kids. Hell, he didn’t even like his own laugh.

“I… uhm… really?” he didn’t know what else to say. What do you say when two kids tell you they like to tickle you for your laugh? Thanks? He found it way too hard to believe.

“Yeah, of course! Your laugh makes you our happy fella!” Skid hugged Dex close to his chest.

“Plus it’s full of snorts!” Pump added, “It’s really cool!”

“Waitttt, are you trying to distract us?” the little ravenette suddenly accused the doll.

“Wait, no I- I just asked a question, you distracted yourselves!” he reminded them, but they seemed to be having none of it.

“I think he was trying to distract us!” Pump piped up.

“That’s it, no more Mister Nice Skid!”

Dexter let out the most embarrassing, high-pitched squeal followed by a snort when he attempted to protest, the result of Skid squeezing his sides, which a single hand could completely encompass thanks to the former’s now tiny size and lack of bones or internal anatomy. What made it ten times worse, however, was that instead of ever hurting when squeezed too hard, it just tickled more.

This was quickly worsened when Pump decided to attack his belly as well, Dex’s tiny legs attempting to curl up and stop him, but thanks to the doll’s design, it was just as fruitless as ever.

“NAHAHOHOHO! YOUHU snort LIHIHITTLE SHIHIHITS!”

“Hey! Don’t call us mean names!” Skid scolded him.

“And don’t say curse words, you’ll get us in trouble!” Pump added.

“OHOHO FUHU- NOHO NOHO- snort -HOT THEHEHEHERE!!” he tried to defy them, his efforts quickly cut short by Skid digging into his underarms. He couldn’t even tell which spot was worse anymore, they all tickled like hell.

“Hey, Skid, do you think that dolls can feel raspberries?” the brunette suddenly asked his friend, catching the attention of said ‘doll’ between them.

“Hmmm, I dunno. Test it!”

“NOHOHO! WEHE snort CAHAHAN! DOHON’T TEHE- snort -HEST IHIHIHIT!!” Dexter tried to interject, but they didn’t seem to listen, Pump going ahead with his ‘test’.

That test, of course, being blowing the biggest raspberry he could manage on the tiniest’s belly, eliciting some near-silent laughter from him.

However, just after, the tickles stopped completely, and before he knew it he was cozily between two other plushies, giggling his stuffing-filled heart out. He was lucky he didn’t have lungs or tear ducts anymore, meaning no tears to have to wipe away or air to try to replace with deep breaths. He just snuggled up to his inanimate roommates and focused on trying to stop the embarrassing giggles and snorts flowing from his mouth.

“Full of snorts, just like I said!” Pump commented on his laughter with a little grin.

“Yeah! Good job, taking all those tickles, Happy fella!” Skid cheered.

“Shuhuhush… snort” Dexter complained, shoving his face into the side of a red bunny plush as though he was trying to hide his smile.

Skid opened his mouth to make another comment before they all heard Lila call for dinner.

“Yayy, dinner!” the kids chorused as they hopped off the little ravenette’s bed, giggling enthusiastically. Dex peeked over and watched them run out, his giggles finally calming down. He practically melted into the plushies and felt himself falling asleep, something he was only made aware he could do after a tickling like this.

Yep, just another day.

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Hey y’all it’s National Tk Day so I’m gonna try to finish my second fic too :>

[limeade-l3sbian]

in regards to your social media and privacy reblog, i wanted to add my experience. i grew up on social media. it really started getting big when i was around 10-ish years old, so from then on, everyone shared their thoughts and feelings on facebook and gave pictures into their lives and intimacy on ig. obviously as time has moved, which sites are big has changed but it was the popular thing to do already then. i wasn’t one for sharing more than perhaps a selfie back then. then as i grew older i started using twitter and that’s when i was introduced to sharing literally every thought ppl have. whereas on facebook people seemed a bit more filtered, perhaps bc it’s potentially something family sees, on twitter ppl are completely unfiltered at times. it was cool for teenage me. but through the years, as i tried to partake in it, i just admit for some reason my anxiety really grew. i had a harder time keeping friendships online, i started being scared of saying anything, i started being paranoid. and none of this was bc i had experienced bad stuff due to this but i had seen it happen to many people around me enough times that it set enough of an example. social media was really a hassle for me for years. i used it bc it was expected but i was an anxious wreck. i would be overly paranoid constantly bc i felt like i had to constantly share myself to what was essentially complete strangers, even if i “knew” them. reality is i didn’t really KNOW them.

i’ve now completely stopped using social media with public accounts. i have a tumblr to browse. i have a twitter to browse. but i never write anything publicly. and it’s made me feel so much less exposed. so much better. i rest within myself now in a new way. i totally recommend everyone to just drop being active on social media. i’m not saying to delete apps or whatever bc nowadays so much happens online that u lose a huge chunk of current event if u aren’t online in some capacity(though it’s completely doable if u have a rich social life irl). but having stopped feeling the need to post and partake in this constant.. what felt like facade? is so nice. freeing

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[astyrra]

suggestion for improving tumblr

tl;dr: allow users to add “tags” to their blog as a whole, then make those searchable, so it’s easier to find people to follow who post/reblog about what you’re interested in

so, tumblr corporate wants to get new users/get occasional tumblr users to make an account and use it. as far as im concerned, that’s fine, as long as they don’t wreck the things existing tumblr users like about tumblr.

because all other social media is algorithmic garbage, it seems like a lot of new users join, don’t understand that they have to find people to follow themselves and/or don’t know where to start looking for people to follow, so they leave.

this is my proposed solution to that. basically, as well as having a url, icon, header image, etc, users can also add “tags” to their blog, describing what they post about. adding tags would be completely optional, and what they contain would be entirely written by blog owners with no algorithms involved.

either include in current search or make a new search for just this (and also just like. have a functional search lol). for new users have a thing pointing out that this exists and they should use it to find people to follow

this would also be useful for older users in that like. when i get into a new fandom i want to follow people who post about it frequently, but current search only shows me original posts about it - i also want to follow people who reblog a lot even if they don’t make original content

potential issues/solutions:

scammers and spammers: make it so u can’t add “tags” to ur blog until it reaches a certain age, or has a certain number of posts, or something, so they cant just create 100000 blogs at once and “tag” them all

people “tag” literally anything theyve ever been interested in even if they never really post about it: limit it to like, 5 “tags” total. possibly still some issues with people who forget to update theirs over time but id prefer that to algorithmic bullshit

people deliberately tagging themselves to trick others into following them for malicious reasons (eg someone who posts racist shit tags themselves as BLM or something bc they wanna hurt people): bannable offense. also tumblr fix moderation pls

[jugheadthejones]

I posted 106 times in 2022

That's 86 more posts than 2021!

22 posts created (21%)

84 posts reblogged (79%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@grumpytrans

@jugheadthejones

@autisticandroids

@sneez

@messmonte

I tagged 87 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#words - 22 posts

#dreamling - 18 posts

#gay shit - 7 posts

#photography - 7 posts

#sandman - 4 posts

#art - 3 posts

#fic rec - 3 posts

#dream/shakespeare - 3 posts

#romo - 3 posts

#steddie - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#(i see him just getting over the smaaaaaaall moral issue just as dustin and mike roll up starting the issues anew but massively tented now)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

i NEED messy jealousy screw dream/shakespeare!!!! i cannot believe!!! dream dips on his date after hearing about his happy marriage to go “””make a deal””” with some lively little dreamy twink PLEASE!! and hob def knowing. def making dream make up for it

25 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

#4

i go back in forth on my headcanons about whether hobs not dying status is enough to clear him of the ‘no mortalsxEndless’ rules but ive starting reading the dreaming (2018) and yknow if dream can fuck his great-great-grandniece he can fuck hob.

38 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#3

not to perpetuate eddie munsons reputation as a satanist BUT what if one day he accidentally summoned a sex demon. and for some reason it took the form of steve harrington.

+for some reason dustin (&mike?) show up at his trailer (dnd stuff?) and hes gotta try and explain why theres a horned up steve harrington double in his bedroom when theh swear they just left him at family video not an hour ago?

47 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

#2

i want. dream and hob to have an actual conversation about nada. but i dont. bc i feel like hob, even with his own sour history, would see that as just too fucking much man

but also i DO bc hob would punch him, as he deserves

51 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

anyways. hob having sex w dream in the dreaming while lying in bed with his current girlfriend in the waking. shes hearin him moanin abt dream, which is weird but whatever wet dreams be wet dreams. shell wake him up for another round or just let it be cos shes wiped out this isnt about that tho

hob maybe still doesnt know/understand that dream Dream is real Dream while Dream thinks theyre in a fully understood relationship (theyve been doing this for awhile now, after meeting back up in the waking after his imprisonment)(hes still Very Bad at openly explaining things to his mortal lovers), hob just also has relationships in waking since theyre Casual TM (dreams a little afraid of commitment rn) (and Dream can’t physically fuck Be With a mortal in the waking)

Edit: no actually this is a bout weird somno and hob being just totally wrecked by the dueling sensations of his girlfriend in the waking trying to wake him up by feeling him up to go for another round, and Dream using all hos might actually a considerably small amount of his might (but yknow, emotionally all of his might) to keep hob fucking him in the dreaming. the weird relationship status is a secondary concern

59 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

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[grimfangsmaw]

Possible Return?

Hey, guys. I know I've pretty much been...well, not here for the past several years. After the tumblr exodus, I kind of just stopped using it. Now Twitter seems to be ambling its way towards total destruction. So I'm trying to find some other places to roost. And as I never deleted my account, I thought perhaps I could post at least my sfw pieces here. Would there be any interest? I know there's pretty much no engagement from me lol, and probably about half my followers are porn bots. But, ya know. Just wondered if anyone was still out there and wanted to see things from me. I'm trying to re-center and get back to who I used to be before life ground me into the dirt. So I want to draw more for myself, but I want to show you guys all the same. And that's been a big wrench in the works for me. Somewhere along the way, I started drawing only for the purpose of showing other people my work. And I think that started to become a detriment to my artistic growth and creativity.

So I'm trying to think about what I want first. What I want most. And share it with you. Instead of the other way around. Trying to draw for the purpose of being seen has kind of ruined my life on the artistic side. The pressure to produce became far too much for me and it wrecked the goals I set for myself in almost irreparable ways. I'm not the best at an online presence to begin with. So to face every day thinking that I can't be "seen" unless I'm producing things people want to see? Combined with mental health issues that I've now been diagnosed for, it's made me realize that I'm in this hole I dug for myself. And getting out is really hard now. But I'm going to try. Kind of been missing the tumblr vibe lately. Especially given the way most social media is now. Truncating my thoughts to only 250 words isn't good for me, either. And Twitter has become such a cesspool of hate and negativity that I think I need to get away from it. Part of the reason I even joined Twitter and other social media was to follow artists. To look at the amazing things creatives do and feel just a little bit part of something. So I think I'd like to try coming back here. Set some goals for myself, but not be too hard on myself if it doesn't work out. If that sounds cool, it'd be great to hear from anyone who might still follow me. If not, I'll still give it a shot. Thanks to anyone who's followed me on my tiny accounts all these years.

I also have a Bluesky account now, if anyone wants to follow me there!

[princesscolumbia]

Almost forgot to post this!

So more writing has been done, and we're getting closer and closer to the next chapter of Fission being published. That means you get here on Tumblr, Chapter 1 (yesterday was the prologue, I was drunk, sue me), wherein our heroes meet each other...then promptly leave.

It's way more monumental than it sounds, promise!

Ranma was having one of his usual bad days. One of these days, he mused, I'll learn to keep my big mouth SHUT!

The mostly calm thought process he was now enjoying wasn't really due to any relaxing environment or position. Running pel-mel across rooftops while avoiding spatula shuriken, spiked gymnastics clubs, and the occasional Amazon arrow isn't exactly relaxing. The casual demeanor to his thought process was simply due to repetition; he'd done this same thing, or similar, far too many times to have to even worry about where to put his feet, let alone focus on the situation.

This gave him ample opportunity to examine how he came to have two of his fiancée’s and The Black Rose after him with rather deadly weaponry. Tensions had been rather strained at lunch, after all. Kodachi tended to do that all by herself, then add Ukyo, who was already a bit irritated at Akane's latest attempt at cooking (an okonomiyaki that was, naturally, a total wreck), then Shampoo dropped in. Add the fact that all four of them had brought food for Ranma to eat, throw in a pinch of jealousy, stir...

Tape! he thought, I'll just use tape over my mouth, keep a role in my pocket, like that gaijin guy on TV, wasisname, Muh-gai-vur!

Suggesting that they all just get a room wasn't the smartest thing he could have said. He, of course, meant that they should take their argument where the Average Civilian wouldn't be pestered by massively overpowered martial arts. The Fiancée Front had taken it to mean that he wanted them to treat them all in a “manly” fashion (as his mother would say) and the implication was that he wanted them all at the same time. He had, of course, not realized that this was the conclusion they had come to, so he wouldn't have known that suggesting that the “go do it without him” would have sparked the response it did.

That is to say, like a match being lit at the tip of a gas pump nozzle.

Usagi didn't often visit Nerima.

This was less due to the fact that she didn't really care one way or another whether she went there, and more a bit of rare (for her) common sense.

There were rumors that the Nerima ward had strange goings-on. Energy-vampire teachers, rooftop leaping superhumans, the occasional monster or demon. Most people would wave off these rumors and go anyway. Considering that Usagi was one of the active participants in the same types of rumors regarding Juuban ward, she paid damned close attention to said rumors and steered clear of the area by the simple expedient that if she didn't see it happening, she didn't have to get involved. Simple logic, but it kept her life simple.

Well, as simple as her life can get what with being Sailor Moon and all.

In fact, the only reason she was in the area at all was because Mamoru, or Mamo-chan as she liked to call him, had needed to pick up something from a college friend of his in the area. She had accompanied him in the hopes of sneaking an ice cream date in, something he was hinting at thinking of already, when he got a call on his cell phone from another college friend, this one a student at Nekomikoka U. They needed some help with getting some friends out of a tight spot. She had heard her boyfriend expressing disbelief and incredulity, spouting surprised phrases such as, “Billboard?” and, “Where did they get a JET engine from?” and the clincher, “She flashed WHAT at them!”

After being on the phone for more than five minutes, he sighed, “Usa-chan, can you hang out for a bit here? Some friends of mine need a ride, and there won't be enough room for you and I DEFINITELY don't want to...inflict some of these characters on you.”

Giving him a tight hug, she thoroughly confused Mamoru's friend Kai, who had been eavesdropping. “I saved the world several times now, I'll be OK 'till you get back.”

“I had to wait two lifetimes to be with you, it just seems like forever when we're apart.”

Kai didn't know whether to barf at the WAFFyness of it or call the psych unit.

In the end, Kai hadn't called the psych unit, and Usagi eventually decided to browse the small shops that lined a nearby street. The contents of the shops boggled her mind sometimes, and she wondered who in their right mind would enchant something so simple as a toy fishing rod, something any kid might want to buy, with a very powerful love spell not once but MASS PRODUCE said toy fishing rod and have them sold like cheap tourist trinkets. And they were genuine magic, too. Her Ginzuishou had reacted slightly when she approached them. She had considered calling the cops, but who would believe her?

The author would like to point out at this time that the Nerima division of the Tokyo PD had a VERY experienced Magic Control Unit and would have shut down the shop for inspections if she had simply left an anonymous post-it with the words, “There's magic at this store” and the address on the police station's front door. Usagi can be forgiven for not knowing this, as she is, as has been mentioned, somewhat inexperienced in the ways of Nerima.

She had just about reached the end of the street when her communicator bleeped at her.

Major fads in electronics was not something that Usagi paid a whole lot of attention to, especially given that her “night job” afforded her access to technology at least 500 years more advanced than the top-of-the line equipment used by the top universities in Japan, the United States, or anywhere else on Earth. (There was, of course, Washuu's lab, but as Washuu kept that in a subspace pocket who's door was on Earth, that didn't qualify) Pagers, then later cell phones had made it considerably easier to explain away the occasional chirps and dings that came out of the pocket she kept her Senshi communicator in, as a result, nobody looked at her fishy when she ducked in a walkway between two buildings that was, perhaps, nine feet wide to dig out her communicator.

She popped it open, “Moon here!”

“Moon! We have a priority one emergency!” said the tiny face of Sailor Mercury from the small round screen on the communicator, “Three youma are attacking civilians in a mall, no energy drain, just an attack!”

As Usagi grimaced she heard a tiny, “Venus Love-me Chain!” in the background followed by an explosion. Mercury flinched forward, shielding her eyes from falling debris.

“Where are you!” said Usagi urgently.

“It's the new mall about four blocks from school, do you know the one?”

Usagi nodded and said, “Yes!” just in case the nod didn't translate too well through the tiny screens.

“I've already called in the Outers, but we could use your final attacks!”

“I'll be there as soon as I can, but I'm a district away,” said Usagi, slipping into her rarely seen Princess persona, “Get the civilians out of there, take the youma out if you can, and keep the combat contained!”

“Understood, Mercury out!” the screen went black as the link was cut.

Looking around, Usagi decided that this was as good a place as any to transform if she went further back between the buildings.

Digging out her Ginzuishou, she clutched her purse close and said, “Moon Prism Power Make-up!” The sound of her voice completely covering the sound of a pipe being snapped by a spatula shuriken.

Ranma frowned as he realized what section of town they were in. It was a smaller shopping district, not nearly as big or flashy as the Ginza, but a place for a great many innocent bystanders to be. Where innocent bystanders were, Ranma knew from experience, there was often a good chance that said bystanders could get hurt. He risked a glance back to see if his “admirers” had cooled off any. That errant glance was enough for him to miss a pebble that had rolled into his path since the last time he had taken this particular route, causing him to reflexively buckle his knee to keep the weight off the rock.

This had two consequences, one of which he would discover in approximately twenty seconds, but the immediate consequence was that it forced him into a tumbling roll and he went right off the rooftop he was on. Given that he regularly executed drops and falls, even unplanned, from far greater heights than a three story building, it was no panic for him.

This was about the time he realized what the second consequence would be.

Usagi's body went slightly limp as her form raised into the air, her regular day wear dissolving in a burst of light as ribbons swirled around her. She felt a bit of water hit her as she slowly spun, but didn't worry about it as she had been in the midst of raging infernos during transformations and nothing untoward had happened. Ami had once theorized they could transformed in nearly any environment they could draw enough breath for the activation phrase, but nobody particularly wanted to test that theory.

Ranma, ever the expert martial artist, looked down and instantly processed the area where he would be landing.

He saw Ukyo's spatula shuriken embedded in a wall, no doubt only there because it had missed his head when he dropped due to the pebble.

He saw the water coming out of a pipe, noted that it was most likely cold water, and spraying out right where he would land. Aw, man! the thought registered briefly, Can't I just stay a guy for ONE full day?

He also saw what looked like a girl, floating, bathed in light and ribbons and not a whole lot else, exactly where he was going to hit the ground.

“HEY, LOOKOUT!” he shouted.

Usagi's eyes snapped open in the midst of her transformation to see a person headed through the air straight for her. Her eyes went wide...

When Ranma changed from a boy to a girl or vise versa, he rarely felt anything other than the water and the temperature thereof. In fact, he sometimes didn't even notice that if he was daydreaming or distracted.

This time, however, it felt like he had bit down on aluminum foil, hard, then stuck his finger in a light socket.

Usagi normally didn't really register what happened when she transformed. There was always the gentle caress of magic, the surge of power, and, of course, the slightly breezy feeling one gets when nearly naked.

This time something else happened. There was a sensation not unlike being completely doused in water that was then hit with an electric charge.

The outside observer (that would be you, gentle reader) would at this point expect something silly to happen like often does in these kinds of stories. Ranma-chan wearing Sailor Moon's outfit while Sailor Moon would be wearing Ranma's usual cloths, for example.

That is not what happened.

The outside observer, instead of aforementioned silly happening, saw the physically impossible as Ranma passed right through the transforming Usagi.

Both Ranma-chan and Sailor Moon collapsed to their knees, muscles unlocking slowly and the shock of the unusual change wearing off. Breathing heavily, they simultaneously turned around and said, “Are you alright?”

They blinked at each other. “Uh...” grunted Ranma, dispelling the brief thought that maybe some sort of weird magic mirror clone type thing was going on as Sailor Moon didn't mimic her.

They remained locked in that tableau for only a moment longer as the battle cries of Ranma's suitors echoed down into the alley from the rooftops above. They weren't quite there yet, but would be in seconds. Ranma-chan knew she had just seconds to hide and didn't want to use the Umi-sen-ken in front of a stranger. “Er, I gotta go...” she said.

Sailor Moon blinked, remembering that she had to be somewhere, like, now if she wanted to save lives. “Rrrright, me too!”

Had either of them been more learned in the ways of physics or magic, they might have known that what they just did was impossible and dangerous and they should be checked out by the authorities on either subject immediately. (That being Ami, a.k.a. Sailor Mercury, and Cologne, a.k.a. Really Old Goul)

Instead, they respectively leaped off in different directions, doing their best to hide their transit, one from pursuers, one from the general public.

Of course, given that either of them dealt with the impossible and dangerous on a regular basis, they might not have cared anyway.

[phoenixmosheh]

Do you want to play a game?

If you are at least 18 years or older...you have the option of switching on your "mature" tumblr settings. If you do not turn on these settings you may miss some of the exposures of people who are praying you don't turn on your mature settings.

How do I know?

This blogs been reported several times prompting them to flag some blog post as mature. Which is why this blog post exist. Oh and I have no followers ...use your brain.

RULES: No cheating & No copying. OK? We care about your safety until you give us a reason not to.

(This is a slap in the face screenshot for the people who are being led astray by a bitter pastor and his cult leaders masquerading themselves as ushers who will try to send their congregation to this blog and point out little bits and pieces from this blog in order to convince them how I am a hypocrite and man user like his niece who is a witch, who I'd also the reason I have to be shackled and chained to these narcisstic men I stay with and don't have sex with. Its not my fault these men have this biblical desire to provide for me with no strings attached

I put in my two week notice Pastor. Did you?

Researching the whole story on your own is imperative to not being misled by Satan people. Stop being lazy. God Bless.

King Elias finds his real wife playing Homemaker to a random guy due to his ex-wifes black magic

The Talk - OHhhhh... now that you find out your ex-wifes a witch doing spells so you have no free will and her private parts are totaled like my car which she also tried to copy you want to talk?

https://youtu.be/My2FRPA3Gf8 - Wrecking Ball - Miley Cyrus

God trying to explain to Elias' real wife through a movie what heavy spellwork over someone's mind can do to a person (and to forgive him)

https://youtu.be/hJGnpjPfUUI - It's Payback Time - Tarot (aka Spiritual CIA/FBI Readings)

God watching Elias' wife take out her laptop halfway through this movie as she starts researching something on the internet

God: What are you doing?

Elias' Wife: I'm going to order a hazmat suit so I can safely K.O his ex-wife, so that I won't need a tetanus shot after.

https://youtu.be/cJc7xWJbwJw - Press - Cardi B (a song for you polygamous, blabber mouth, uneducated, fake mask wearing, money hungry, dont know who the daddy is, side chicks)

True Story:

While I was on tour in these homeless women shelters (prison). I kept asking God "why do these women keep thinking they can bully and jump me?" Is it my size? Do I look like a child? Am I being too nice? Many delusional Goliath's found out real quick, I don't care if they tower over me or under me...they better pick and choose how they want me to treat them. Make sure you pass that on to your sister (Stephania). The last person that told me they were going to knock me out flat on the floor, ended up flat outside a homeless shelter. Pull up if you want to...I can be classy or hood you pick? (and I don't need anyone to hold me back, come find out if you want to, those veneers in your mouth will be smiling at you on concrete, if they havent already started falling out). So if you are coming, you better hurry up and catch me while I'm pregnant and throwing up... otherwise (sips tea).

Moving on:

Sorry about that...How unprofessional of me! Are you familiar with The Matrix Movies? (if not, fortunately for you, Google knows everything, look it up and study its main characters)...

Neos name means "New". His wife is Trinity (God in three persons) When you put both names together it is code for "The New Trinity. God in three persons. Gods spirit (One Spirit) is made up of masculine and feminine counterparts which house this one spirit (Gods spirit). The two (1 masculine counterpart and 1 feminine counterpart) will be made one (married/joined together.) In a human body, these counterparts are called Melchizedek. What God has put together, let no man seperate not even a bitter stalker std carrying ex-wife. Sorry Stephania.

Sparknotes gets it

"Even Neo's Matrix name, Thomas Anderson, suggests a parallel with Christ. “Anderson” literally means “son of man,” a phrase used to describe Christ in the Gospels. “Thomas” suggests the New Testament figure of the disciple Thomas who won't believe in Christ's resurrection until he sees proof with his own eyes"

God hid The story of the Melchizedek in your human psyche (mind) so that you would retell their stories (prophecy) in your entertainment i.e books, movies, music...etc. Too many people have had their hands on your bibles to keep all hidden knowledge in these books..but "they" still have not figured out how to fully control, touch, transfer and change your minds. So God hid fragments of the truth (story) in the minds of believers and non-believers.

(So yes, a lot of the music and movies we chose to use are old school, because lets just be real, very few of you are authentic due to trend following and slave curriculums, they even make you draw the same in art class.

But thank you for your cooperation, we needed someone to tell The True Story of Our Bible over and over again..so that we could put your fragmented bits and pieces in order for the blind and hard of hearing upon our (The Melchizedek) awakening 😇 ...now thats team work! (Whats that dear ? You like stories about us but not who the stories are actually about... nobody cares sore loser). The Bible did say we would be hated amongst men...hmmm I wonder why? Thanks God.

Disclaimer:

Please do not go around attacking religious people, churchgoers or people that believe in something different than you. Allow them to have the free will to study and come to the same conclusion as you. If they never come to that conclusion, it really isn't any of your business and you should just continue to live your life. However ... if someone attacks you, you have every right to defend yourself.

Warning:

Do not copy our work, you can share it, you can ignore it. BUT do not pretend you came up with these theories or our ideas. Everyone has a brain, if you know your brain did not come up with these ideas and you think because you have a big following or congregation that you can masquerade as the creator of said idea. We will watch you like a sad reality TV show, just like we watched Elias' ex-wife , her family of masonics disguised as pastorial humanitarians and his greedy ungrateful family lose everything, after 3 years of thinking they were getting away with it. All while watching you look like complete fools as you lose your little following and misguided congregation because they find out you are a liar. We don't care if you support, follow, sneeze, wheeze, unfollow, pinch your nose when we walk past, racial slurs blah blah blah...just don't copy and share without giving us credit. Great talk.

You're Welcome

Timestamp 7/27/23 ( omg..I think I'm finally done...that took like what 4 months to shut down?) Rusty. 🌬)

https://youtu.be/lsDMWvDDGpY - Backin it up 👆

Elias' Wife: Pssst Elias (slips Elias a note) ♥

https://youtu.be/dlEdFJpQ8-c

God: whoa hey, hey whoa whoa you freaky amateurs

https://youtu.be/hMs8RKGZ7kM

Elias & His Wife: Yes, but but but but then... you promised 😢 😭

https://youtu.be/DIpQ4AZSAf8

God: Yeah. Yeah.

https://youtu.be/Go8nTmfrQd8

[sunsetsinhoenn]

exec proton battles cute trainer over and over again and every time he loses to her mayhaps his views on pokemon changes because of her and how much she cares for her pokemon (he wants her to love and care abt him like how she loves Nd cares for her pokemon 😎😎) pleas make it cute

I don’t think I really nailed the cuteness that well… since Proton is not a good guy lol, but I tried! this ended up being super hard to write since im not used to writing characters like his and I still wanted to make him realistic when it comes to ‘romance’ P:he ended up acting like a teenager, since this fic really only covers the pre-relationship stage I guess. ANYWAYS …. enjoy (*・∀-)☆

Proton _ “annoyance”

The first two or three times the two of you battled, there was only a few specific, stray thoughts running through his head. He lost every single battle he had against you, so of course one thought would be ‘why the hell were you so tough?!’ and another would be how he could possibly get rid of you without anyone knowing about it. He didn’t really want to resort to violence, but you really liked to show up at the worst possible time to battle him and ruin his day/mission.

He really just… never wanted to see you again.

The other two last thoughts that would run through his head were ‘I really don’t want the others to find out.’ and ’UGH, go away.’. Every time you two were finished with your battles, you would release all your pokémon from their balls, glaring at him, daring him to try anything while they were out, and you would begin assessing them, making sure they were fine after such a tough battle. You would pet them gently and smile, and as Proton slinked away he’d mumble under his breath about how annoying you were since he’d be so aggravated by you and your obnoxious affection for your pokéfriends.

The fourth time the two of you had “battled”, he had found you instead of the other way around.While you were innocently wandering around Ecruteak City, he had spotted you a distance away. It was exciting to him, finally being able to get an edge on you when you had proven time and time again to be the stronger trainer. With your back turned he released his golbat and, being true to his cruel reputation, ordered it to fly off and attack you.

There wasn’t much you could have done to dodge the attack,since golbat was such a fast pokémon to begin with, but by the time it flew back to Proton, you only ended up knocked down to the ground, unscathed. If it weren’t for your own pokémon releasing itself from one of the balls on your belt, you probably would’ve been more badly hurt, all thanks to that evil Rocket executive.

To retaliate, your pokémon ended up attacking Proton as well, and after calling it back, his golbat was injured and he had a large bruise forming on his face.

“I- Are you okay?” You had yelled, and before he could answer, he noticed that you were just tending to your protector and not him and boy was he angry.

“Are you kidding?! I’m the one that gets hurt and you ask that thing if it’s okay?!” Although your demeanor could be seen as… cute and lively, which Proton would unwillingly admit to, you were not lively as well as not at all happy.

“Are you kidding? Why would I ask if you were okay?!”

“I- Becau-“

“Go away, Proton!Neither of us are fighting today!” With that, he had turned his tail and ran,leaving you behind, angry beyond words. Usually he would’ve gotten a kick out of seeing you so mad, in a way that he had never gotten you to be before. He was a villain, working for an evil organization, and yet he had silently gotten away, leaving no sarcastic quip behind. The only things running through his mind were all about you, and why he hadn’t been thrilled at what had transpired (without the humongous bruise of course) and why he hadn’t taken full advantage of making sure you would never be a nuisance in his life again.

He couldn’t figure out the answers to all of his sudden questions.

He couldn’t figure it out when you battled him a fifth time,when the fire he had seen you surrounded by before could still be seen blazing in your eyes, letting him know that you were, in fact, still supremely pissed with him. He was given a clue to his questions when you gave one of your tiniest pokémon a kiss on the forehead for a good job, when he noticed he was jealous, of all things.

He couldn’t completely figure it out the sixth time, when you lamented about how many times you had to teach him a lesson, and he remarked about how it was going to be a lot harder to cram any information into his head. You had laughed and called him out for pretty much insulting himself, and your pokémon had laughed too.

“Gee, your camaraderie is… absolutely charming.” Was one of the few sarcastic comments he had made that day towards you.

Fast forward to the present, and he’s mulling in his thoughts when he can, still technically lost about his feelings for you, but it was more like he was refusing to find his way.

“Executive Proton, sir! The pokémon have been rounded up.”

“Great,” he gestures for the grunt to lead him to the area and they begin walking. “We’re making good time. How many have you caught?”

The grunt, obviously delighted that he was chatting with the cool Executive Proton, began talking animatedly.

“We’ve caught at least thirty, sir! We got a lot today,and a lot of them were ones we collected from trainers, so they might even be rare and strong. Those’ll net in a lot of cash.”

“You better not be lying.” Was all he had to say to get the grunt to clam up and walk faster to the location,and when the two of them got there, he could see many pokéballs, with a few even being dusk or heal balls. Obviously, ones caught by trainers. 

He thought of you for a moment,and vaguely wondered if you were going to show up anytime soon, as annoying as it would be.

You would storm in, tell him that what he was doing was wrong, and he would tell you it was none of your business.Then, he would lose and continue with his job the next day, still not sorry for whatever he was doing. 

In a random scuffle between two grunts, he watched as one of them tripped over and ended up hitting one of the pokéballs, releasing a sentret that immediately began trying to get away. Noticing that his underlings had not made a move to capture it and were only standing around dumbfounded, he spoke.

“I don’t know what you’re waiting for. Capture it!”

Watching a mess that could only be caused by the most idiotic of rocket grunts, he sighed and just let the scene unfold, only slightly amused by how they couldn’t get the poor sentret back into its cage, so to speak. He could list many things better than watching a few idiots run around in a forest field.

His mood quickly changed to anger when one of the grunts threw a rock at the sentret, hitting its mark on the head.

“Hey! I said capture it, not torture it!”

“Hearing that come out of your mouth makes me think it is possible for you to change!” Was what he heard you say before your pokémon flew past him and started to engage in a battle between the grunts hounding the sentret. It wasn’t long before you ran past him as well, releasing your other pokémon to try and take on all the grunts at once, protecting the pokémon stuck in their balls while you were at it.

He had a job to do… he had a boss to try and bring back, and yet he couldn’t really make a move to try and stop you from beating down his subordinates and wrecking his entire mission, again. In fact, he really didn’t want to. The proton before he met you would’ve been okay with the sentret getting hurt. He would’ve been mad that you were here. He wouldn’t feel the tiniest bit of relief when he realized that you would win and bring back the stolen pokémon to their owners.

He gritted his teeth. He wanted his old self back.

“Retreat! Get out of here, and I’ll take care of things!” Was all he could say before all the grunts turned to him and then took off, their pokémon running with them. They wouldn’t question the fact that they’ve seen him lose against you before.

…Silence was all that stood between you and him, eyes locked while you both stood in a field surrounded by pokéballs littered all over the floor, and your team, who were all standing in defense, ready to attack whenever they got the word to.

“They stole one of mine. Are you going to stop me from getting her back?”

He huffed and shook his head, visibly displeased.

“No. Go and grab it and the others since I’m sure that’s what you’ll do.”

“You know me so well.”

You made no move yet, as you continued to look at each other.

“Y’know…” His expression turned even more sour as you started to talk. “I don’t get why you do any of this, but you can… quit anytime.”

You gestured your hand towards the balls on the floor and you let yourself grow concerned over the man in front of you, if only slightly.

“I’ll be here for you when you do. You don’t have to live a life of crime. I could be the… friend to help get you out of it.” There was another awkward pause as he glanced between you and the scene around him.Everything about him said that he would never agree to be with you at all or even change in the slightest, but you were still taking a chance on him. He spoke, his voice harsh.

“Of course, you don’t get why I’m doing this. You don’t know me at all, but I bet in that little mind of yours, you like to think you do.”You flinched at his words. “I’m not a good guy. I’ve done things that I’m sure would make you upset. You think I’d want to be with you?”

You took a step back, surprised for some reason at his words. You knew he wasn’t good, but deep in his heart, you thought…

“Did you think you were getting into my head? Did you think you were changing me?” He took a step forward, towards you. “I didn’t like you from the start. I’d hate to admit that you got me to see your side of things.It would be the toughest words to ever come out of my mouth.”

He groans suddenly, turning around to cover his face in his hands.

“I’m sorry,alright?! I know what I’m doing isn’t good, and yeah, sure, I’m beginning to think I shouldn’t be doing what I’m doing, but I’m not good!” Proton removes his hands and turns his head around, looking at you, his face red in what you think is anger,but would like to hope is also embarrassment. “I hate that you’re making me question what I’ve been doing my entire life, when we’ve only battled before. I wish you’d leave me alone!”

He moves to start running away, back to where his grunts are and to report to the other executives, but you call out to him and catch up.Gripping his wrist, you tug hard and get him to stop with you.

Quickly, you give him a kiss on the cheek, and he can feel your smile on him. He looks at you in shock, only to see you smirk.

“I’ll see you next time.”

And with that, you run back to take care of the scene the rockets caused, leaving him. He wants to yell back that he won’t, but he’s had enough with acting like an idiotic teenager for one day.

‘You’re such an annoyance.’ is one thought that he has running through his head. The other is ‘It’d be nice to get another kiss.’ before he shoves it away and starts running again.

[dragonsorceress22]

Fic Auction for Charity!

Alright y’all! The time has come! Now through Sunday, August 28th 11:59PM (Central Daylight Time) YOU have the power to guide my hand and decide which of my many, many, (many) kaishin WIPs will take priority and ascend to the top of my list!

This is part of a charity event run by @ficwritersforreproductiverights !

How??

Well, I’m an accountant. So we’re gonna use money. Every dollar donated to any reputable charity anywhere in the world that is fighting to support and protect reproductive rights will be 1 vote. (More details below the cut.)

Show me the options!

Vampire!Shinichi

Gay drama! Kaito’s deeply closeted and dealing with some internalized homophobia and it’s ruining his and Shinichi’s relationship. Can love conquer all?

Porn! Starts out with a sexy dream and a bit of voyeurism, ends with actual sexy times~

Other porn! Involving blindfolds and a bit of roleplay

I’d be happy with any one-shot fluffy get-together fic if it means you’ll have something new to post faster~❤

Detective Conan Movie Cut Scenes: Private Eyes' Requiem

Look, DS, I just want you to focus on the the next installment of the Fall into Flying universe!

(More details on each of these below the cut.)

Remember, our goal here is to raise as much as we can to support and protect reproductive healthcare for all!

The world’s gone mad. Let’s write our way out. ✍

Tell me more about how voting works?

There is a $1 minimum as $1 = 1 vote (If donation is in a different currency I'll go with the closest reasonable equivalent.)

First, pick a charity. If you already have some that you like, that’s great! If not, try this helpful list!

Next, make a donation and take a screenshot of your confirmation that shows which charity you donated to and the amount donated.

Send that screenshot to me either on tumblr, on discord (DragonSorceress22#9937), or by dropping it in this google doc here – whatever you find easiest. (Please be sure to black out or exclude any sensitive personal info in your screenshot! Safety first!)

Along with your screenshot, tell me which option number(s) you want to support:

For example, if you really really really, want vampire!Shinichi to win, and you made a $10 donation to Charity A, you can send me your screenshot and say “all 10 of my votes are for Option 1!”

Or what if you can’t decide which is better: porn 3 or porn 4? You could split your donation total and say, “5 votes for Option 3 and 5 votes for Option 4!”

Or any variation thereupon

There is a $1 minimum but there is no maximum! If you want to come in absolutely wreck the system by making it rain because you’ve just GOT to have that Gay Drama™ in your life, you can do that! If you want to give a little to a lot of different charities, or go all in on one charity you really love, it’s all good!

Say more words about these fic options… 👀

Vampire!Shinichi. Working title: Different Means. This fic would also feature magicalblood!Kaito (he’s basically vampire catnip in this scenario, let’s be real) and would be rated E for sexy times as well as for violence. (Whump? You better believe it.) The idea belongs to @kiwilart and their friend, but I got real obsessed with it and they said it would be okay if I wrote my take on it : ) This would be a little bit of a longer fic. Probably with chapters instead of a one-shot.

Gay drama! Working title: runner. Kaito’s deeply closeted and dealing with some internalized homophobia and it’s ruining his and Shinichi’s relationship. Can love conquer all? Well this one’s got a happy ending, so yeah, I guess it can lol It will be rated either E or M for sexy times – not sure yet. I’m guessing this will be a one-shot.

Porn! Working title: It Was Only Just a Dream. Starts out with Shinichi having a sexy dream and Kaito having a bit of voyeurism. Ends with actual sexy times~ Rated E. No plot. One-shot.

Other porn! Working title: Rival Fantasy. Involving blindfolded Shinichi, a bit of bondage, and a bit of roleplay as sort of pre-relationship thief and detective (instead of the practically married couple they already are in this fic). Rated E. No plot. One-shot.

Any one-shot fluffy get-together fic. I’ve got a fluffy get-together G-rated one-shot that I could probably crank out pretty quickly if it’s what the good people want :) Working title: In My Dreams from the song of the same title by Ruth B.

Detective Conan Movie Cut Scenes: The Private Eyes' Requiem. Has it been two and a half years since I posted one of these? Yes. But that doesn’t mean I’m not still working on it. But now you have the power to say, “No more waiting! Give us Kaito’s perspective on the hostages in a theme park and detectives wearing bombs movie!”

Look, DS, I just want you to focus on the the next installment of the Fall into Flying universe! I’ve been working on Blackout for probably three years now, and I’m still only halfway through the eighth chapter. The pandemic messed me up for a while, but if the people decree, I will get my butt back on track and focus in on this mighty beast of a story! This one comes with the bonus factor of tumblr teaser posts every time I complete a chapter! The first seven are already posted ;)

Some general notes:

You are only voting for which of these WIPs I bump up to priority status. If your favorite doesn’t win, that does not mean I’ll never write it, but it could mean you’ll be waiting a much longer time to see it finished.

You may well see me posting items that are not the winner of this auction before the winning fic from this auction. That could be due to the fact that I owe specific people specific fics from other charity auctions, or as part of a commission exchange, or because I tripped and fell on my keyboard and oops I finished this other fic and what am I gonna do, not feed you guys? Please be patient with me.

And that’s it! If you have any questions at all, please feel free to reach out to me with an ask or an at here on tumblr, or a DM or an at over on discord (DragonSorceress22#9937) – whatever you prefer.

LET’S GOOOOOO!!! :D

[max1461]

the thing about 4chan is like... ok, on the one hand, if you want some piece of data (as in: a name, a date, a photo of something, whatever) the are able to magically obtain it for you in a way no other website can. if you go to 4chan with a very clear picture of what you're there for, it can be an extremely useful resource. but it's also an environment that's totally hostile to discussion, because 4chan discourse operates under the principal of reverse-charity. everything you say will, without fail, be interpreted in the light most conducive to insulting you. [it should be mentioned that these insults do not work the same way they do on e.g. tumblr or twitter. here on twitblr, if you get anon hate, it's personal and they are out to wreck your damn life. on 4chan it's more "i'm gonna string together the six most offensive words i can come up with and then never think about you again". i guess that's a product of the anonymity.]

the advantage of tumblr, of course, is two-fold: 1) it's format is conducive to reasonably long form conversations, and 2) there is a great deal of ability to curate your experience. this means tumblr is capable of fostering fairly deep discussion if you use it right. but because it's so fragmented, it's not particularly great for obtaining information. if i post like "can anyone recommend a good book on the war in afghanistan" here on tumblr, i will probably not get much of a response. if i post "make take on the war in afghanistan is XYZ", i am likely to get a reasonable number of fairly complex and thought-out counter responses and counter-arguments (this is never the case on 4chan).

and then there's reddit, which imo is best suited to basically Q&A. i used to use reddit for like, memes and shit, but now i do all that kind of thing on tumblr. today my reddit account is almost solely an academic resource; like if i go to my front page and look at the first five posts there right now, they're from: r/math, r/linguistics, r/learnjapanese, r/askhistorians, r/askanthropology. basically, due to reddit's popularity, people who are seriously knowledgeable (both academics and hobbyists, etc.) tend to congregate on their associated subreddit. if you need a book recommendation or help finding a source on something or like, advice on how to start woodworking or whatever, reddit is definitely the best site.

twitter is useless and evil, burn it.

[wygolvillage]

DECIPHERING THE POETRY FROM THE "I CAN'T EXPLAIN MY POETRY OFTEN" MEME

^ the original

before i begin analyzing the individual Girls in the post, some general observations: there is a repeated throughline of docile or passive behavior, the closest to bucking the trend being animal bones. (the word choice of "crush under your jaw" i would argue implies some form of eventual submission though). in addition, the OP's url adds to the context: "pure-l*lita" is the most clear sign that this blog was once part of the romanticization/aesthetic subculture that formed around nabokov's book on tumblr in the early 2010s (for some reason). portraying the girls within the poem as passive, sweet, docile, tragic, etc. takes on a darker tone knowing this context, being reflective of this romanticization of victimhood that was common in aesthetic blogs of the time. (people bring this particular aesthetic subculture up in youtube videos about that era of tumblr a loooot which is why i am aware of it). you'll notice that these are the Types Of Girls, presented in an ordered list with some rigidness. what, then, does deviation from that look like? what is a girl who fights against these parameters, becomes something different? could the list be one that is commenting on the roles women are expected to fill within society? i personally think it's more likely to be totally played straight- not commentary, due to the history of the subculture in which the poem originated.

1. "syrup that tastes so sweet but leaves a stickiness that won't leave"- a girl who is sweet, but clingy. you love the taste of maple syrup, but it gets all over your hands and everything you touch and feels gross so you just want to wash your hands of it. "won't leave" could be taken literally- theyre very resistent to the idea of breaking things off with you- or more abstractly- theyve left their emotional mark on you with their obsessive (?) behavior.

2. "docile dandelions that blow away and leave you forever"- an idealistic childhood romance that ended. dandelion is a pretty strong word choice- they communicate a sort of idealistic innocence (just, uhh, don't think too hard about that in juxtaposition with the blog url 😬), being granters of silly wishes on return for spreading their seeds to the wind. they leave you too soon, though, as once you have wished, only the stem remains. this relationship with this girl was short, but a naive childhood romance that the narrator still missed. the finality of "leave you forever" implies a bit of anger over how things played out, or at least sadness. however, the spreading of dandelion seeds begins new life- this ending can be seen as another beginning

3. "animal bones that crush under your jaw"- by far the most esoteric metaphor, i think the use of bones and jaw and crush imply there is conflict between the narrator and the girl, as this is much more "hard" imagery compared to the gentle ooze of syrup or the sweet softness of a dandelion. my guess is that this is an unhealthy relationship, and it leaves the girl a wreck in the aftermath. maybe the narrator deeply regrets this- regrets crushing their animal bones in their own moment of violence.

4. "home"- uncomplicatedly, this is a girl who does not fall into the same vices as the previous three, and is thus the most ideal relationship. home implies comfort, though one could also make the leap to associations with housewife nonsense, considering the themes of passivity throughout the poem and the internet subculture of origin.

SO THERE YOU GO. not really anything groundbreaking, as these are pretty basic metaphors, but The Poetry Has Been Explained

[waywardstation]

Regarding Ingo and the Rift-- in-game dialogue does make it clear that he doesn't think he came from the rift, but what happened to lead to him being in Husui is unclear. He describes being found standing by the Pearl Clan, so does that mean he woke up standing in a place he didn't recognize, just to be found by a Pearl? Seems so.

There's also concept art from the art book showing Ingo being found washed ashore, presumably having been flung from a rift to the coast. I personally like this version of events, because it gives a reason for why both he and the Pearl Clan wouldn't find his sudden arrival to Husui and total memory loss too weird. It'd be very easy to assume that like many others, he was on a ship that wrecked as it tried to land on Husui, and he was the only survivor. His memory loss could be due to knocking his head during the sinking. The "he was just standing around" arrival leaves a lot more questions that you'd think he and the Pearl Clan would find concerning. The beach landing also has the benefit of mirroring Akari's arrival.

Why didn't anyone see Ingo fall? Well, in-game I always had the impression that Professor Laventon was the only one who managed to see you falling (or at least the one who connected the dots between "small thing in the sky we saw" and "girl I watched float onto the sands"), and everyone else in town took him at his word afterwards. If Akari can fall from the sky onto a beach right next to a village and have only one person see it happen because he was on the beach too, I wouldn't be surprised if Ingo could be missed if he landed on a beach/in a coastal area where only two people regularly live. If he was found in the Icelands, the same point stands--the Pearls in a small section of the area, and if Ingo fell, say, at night, there might not have been anyone awake save a guard or two to see it happen. There wouldn't be much to see at night, though, since his dark coat would blend in to the sky. So he could arrive without anyone realizing he came from the rift.

Anyway, there's some thoughts for you.

--cw

CW you’ve yet to send an ask that I don’t love haha

I personally really like your propositions of Ingo washing up on the coastlands/falling from the rift at night/in general just arriving when no one could see him!! They all make a lot of sense!

I think in the game Laventon wouldn’t have even see you if he didn’t chase after the Pokémon who ran for your location (“like they knew you’d be here” or something like that) and found you? Is that right? If so, I could see why Ingo’s first moments in Hisui be incredibly muddy. Your character doesn’t remember anything, and wake up to Pokémon and Laventon standing over them. Ingo is certainly the same way, of what he can remember (and I doubt he had someone as caring as Laventon around to help ground his thoughts and surroundings - our protag got so lucky!!! Of course he would have been found standing around in bafflement, as the game said)

The game does imply he was found standing, but I liked the idea that Pearl clan found him somewhere (in Until Then, Don’t Worry, I wrote Ingo’s recollection as him having been found in a snowbank after a bad snowstorm) but in fact I like your coastlands idea a lot more because of the parallels with Akari haha, I love my parallels!! And that shipwreck concept? SO GOOD I absolutely love that!!

I always appreciate you sharing your thoughts CW, they’re so good!!

(ALSO the draft of this post says that the image I put of your second ask was hidden for sensitive content??? Please I hope that’s not like that when I post this haha it’s literally an ASK tumblr!!!)

[selfships-in-spanish]

Well, since Tumblr decided to shadowban my post about the alphabet thing, I'm gonna try re-uploading it and see if this time it does go through the tags. This is honestly discouraging...

Sorry for the double post!

Bazillion kudos for my friend @tinmiss1939 who opened the smutty gates 👀

ALLIEEEEEEEEEEE!! ❤❤❤

I’m so glad to have you back here my friend ;v; But hell YEAH I’m glad you asked 👀 these two make me go horny on main, so here we go!

ERWIN:

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Erwin is experienced. This man knows what he is doing, and absolutely knows how to use those fingers and mouth. I bet when he was in the training corps he fooled around more than once. I mean, look at him: he’s tall, he’s big and totally makes people weak on the knees, so he totally grabbed someone’s attention and snuck out to find a spot where they wouldn’t be disturbed. He will never tell how many, though ;)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Erwin would lie if he said the size difference didn’t get him going absolutely wild. He likes the way his hands engulf whatever body part they lay on, and the sharp inhale he gets as a reaction when he squeezes. It awakens something deep in him that makes him abandon himself to his and their partner’s desires. He also cannot get enough of his partner’s cries and barely contained moans, knowing it’s because of him they are doing them. It goes straight to his pride, and Erwin can be a prideful man.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He doesn’t get loud very often, knowing the walls are thin and gossip spreads like wildfire, but Erwin does let out deep groans, probably a loud moan too when the sensation of his cock being squeezed is too much and it feels so good he cannot help it. He definitely growls when he’s had a rough day and needs to let out his frustrations, going for a more primal and raw lovemaking (and that’s how Eva wakes up covered in bite marks and strangles him for getting too carried away).

But if for some reason he is, for example, out of the Scouts HQ because he was summoned in the capital, and he spends the night in an inn and has indulged in some good wine, he will be more chatty and loud. Be ready for that deep voice to wreck your entire body 👌

EVA:

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Eva loves it when Erwin pounds her on top of his office desk, down and dirty. The thrill and danger of knowing they can be caught turns her on so much. They have to be fast, get the clothes out of the way just enough and then it’s sweet bliss. She likes feeling the burn on her thighs from the desk and Erwin’s come leaking out of her, even if she knows she must do a detour and change. Worth it.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Eva likes facing Erwin, so the sheer, raw intimacy of straddling his legs and riding him? That’s a big yes for her. Eva loves sitting down on his lap in his office chair, and watch how he bites his lip trying to keep himself quiet when she slowly grinds herself down, feeling his intense gaze on her, devouring her body. His cock reaches deeper and when she leans back it’s pure ecstasy.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Seeing Erwin getting back from a mission, dirty and roughened up, turns her on like no other thing. Eva knows she shouldn’t, hell, she is dirty and roughened up too, and so damn tired and terrified still from facing the titans, not to mention those who sadly didn’t make it… But seeing Erwin like that, having adrenaline still pumping in her veins, makes her want to drag him into a more secluded corner and ravish him. She needs to get all the grief, hurt and frustration out of her, as well as feel alive after everything that happened outside the walls, and she knows Erwin needs it too.

But she guesses it’s the sight of such a handsome man as him that makes Eva’s lizard brain go brr.

This was fun to answer! :D

[scone-lover]

Happy Birthday to Holding Out For a Hero!!! ❤️

art by @subparselkie

I published the first chapter of my longest and most popular fic just about a year ago! And I bet you always wanted to see some shitty outlines. Right? Just giving the people what they want. My brain is chaos and now you all have to be subject to it. Strap in, boys. 😂 Everything’s below the cut!

Read Holding Out for a Hero on AO3

This fic was born because I saw a tumblr post about a hero and villain who are roommates and I just had to Snowbazzify it. I had so many random ideas in my brain, and I’d been engaging with fan content for the CO fandom for a few months now.

So I started off by opening a blank document and writing the Prologue, featuring Shep. I had a few basic facts in mind: Shepard’s a reporter, Simon’s a hero, Baz is a villain, Mage is an evil mayor. And that’s. Literally it. I made it up as I went along. I actually still do that with fics, even though I do try to outline in more detail now—I have to write a scene or two that’s been bouncing around in my head to get a feel for the story, then I can give it a direction.

The document is 337 pages on google docs, LOL. 

Here’s the first ever set of notes I had. I wrote this on March 29, 2020, directly after typing out the Prologue! 

Like I said, absolute chaos. The third Simon bullet point originally said something like “also I’m a superhero and only Penny knows,” then the following day I changed it to “but he’s so handsome? what do???” 

I didn’t publish the prologue until writing 5-6 additional chapters, but I think the only major change was going from Baz being “The Vampire” to just “Vampire.”

Chapter 1 was originally called “not a bloody avenger” before I decided to do the rhyming thing. I actually decided that because I wrote “counter spray and earl grey” down for chapter 2, unintentionally rhyming it, and then @ashspren-writes was like, “you should make them all rhyme”... so I did. 😂 For 25 more chapters.

I have a section labeled “quickie backgrounds” in which I finally sat down halfway through writing Chapter 2 (the blade/vamp fight) and said to myself, okay, maybe they should have backstories or something. Or like, reasons for being the hero and villain. Right, yeah, those would be good to make this into a coherent story. In the first version of that, Simon was a sports coach on the side, not a baker, and Baz was an English teacher. LOL. 

Once I had all that, I literally just wrote for four days. There’s a weird kind of magic to your first-ever fic for a fandom. All your ideas and thoughts and wishes for these characters comes to a head as you suddenly have an outlet for the first time. It’s why I think people’s first works are often their best or most creative or most profound. The first couple chapters took some time and a couple 1am epiphanies, but once I got into a rhythm it was quick going. I wrote a lot of it in a linear manner, but after writing the first Simon/Baz scene (watching the news together in the flat), I doubled back and added Simon going to Penny’s house after meeting the Mage so that I could work her in as a character earlier.

Fast forward to April 5, I had 5-ish chapters written? I thought this fic would have like... 10 total. And be less than 20k. Haha. Ha. I asked @ashspren-writes to beta read for me - I’d been bouncing ideas off her since the beginning - and then I started brainstorming titles. 

The list actually started with that second one. It took a whole 24 hours to decide on the final title. 😂 I thought it might be too cheesy. But hey, it worked out -- now I can’t open AO3 without the damn song getting stuck in my head. 

I worked a LOT with my friend @ashspren-writes on this fic - we were friends long before fandom, and she was the only person I knew at the time who had read CO and was involved in the fandom. I didn’t even have a tumblr at this point, I interacted mostly through Instagram and AO3!

On April 6, right before I posted, I realized that if I was going to actually put this on AO3 I should probably know where the story was going. So I made sure Chapters 1-6 were complete, then I wrote one bullet point per chapter up until 12 or so -- you can read those below.

Then I texted ashspren THIS mess:

Some silly notes:

Then I have a section that says “Why do they even have roommates?” because it was a few chapters in and I hadn’t justified richboy Baz and superhero Simon... living together. Cool cool cool

I also did this cool little writing experiment I want to share. Remember that line in Fangirl that’s like—“Once Cath wrote what she thought was a swordfight, and Wren turned it into a love scene.” (Or maybe it was the other way around? LOL.) Anyway, there’s swordfights in this, AND love scenes, so I wanted to do a play on that for two alternate ways Simon might figure it out.

I have a huge Deleted Section in which I wrote an alternate version of Simon and Baz finding out about their secret identities. I have one version where Baz figures it out first—it’s a very tropey yet angsty scene where Simon comes home totally wrecked from a fight, and Baz realizes as he’s helping with the wounds that he caused them. I actually like it a lot, but it ended up not quite fitting with the vibe of the fic (and I rather like them finding out through kissing better). :) I also had an idea where Simon figures it out because Vampire smells like cedar and bergamot, but it really just wasn’t interesting enough. 😂

Now onto... Outlines. 

I say that hesitantly because I think these are literally a disgrace to outlines everywhere. These are the baby ones I wrote on April 6 right before posting. Some are more detailed than others, clearly...

Gotta live up to my username somehow. 

We do love to see it. ​

I love this next one: 😂 CHAOS, SCONEY.

THEN, I wrote this as a very long text to ashspren, when I realized no sconey, this is not going to be under 20k words. LOL. 

And then I did A Dumb Thing and I put it on AO3, having absolutely NO CLUE WHERE THE STORY WAS GOING. 😂 

This is my favorite heading on the document.

Another one of my favorite notes in there.

This next part wasn’t even divided into chapters yet, it’s just a word vomit. I’m so sorry you have to read this mess.

Hahaha, once upon a time there was angst in this story. 😂 

And then I realized my true calling: bakery fluff.

Then and only then, I actually decided to divide into those things called Chapters. This is the point where I made the admission to mr scone (boyfriend, not husband lol, we just call him that) that I write gay fanfiction, whoops, and can he please help me because he’s a HUGE DC comics fan and knows everything. And of course, he was super chill about it, and he did. He really did. He’s the genius behind Egghead!!! And also the entire Mage-Humdrum-Supercomputer/Politics plot. I’m serious. I did none of that.

I can’t even say I’m trying anymore. “Flort”??? I AM LITERALLY NOT TRYING.

Why yes sconey, so very specific. 😂 

This is what qualifies as a “good” outline for me, that heading was just for my betas. Isn’t it fabulous to see that some of this actually made it in and I’m capable of planning in advance? 😂 

Get ready for the shock of your life, though -- I actually have a SUUUUPER detailed outline for the two finale chapters. Because, well, it’s the finale. Wrapping up loose ends does actually require planning, WHO KNEW. Also I’d been writing and posting for a couple months at this point and it had been several more weeks in quarantine so maybe I’d regained some sense of reality? It’s like two pages but still shittily written, so I’ll just share a couple tidibits.

That bullet point is extraordinarily cracky BUT actually, Baz shooting up from the cloud like an awesome fucking hot dramatic person was one of the very first scenes I envisioned for this fic :D 

I hope you enjoyed this glimpse into my writing brain! It’s a terrifying place. I love all of you that say Holding Out For a Hero is a well-crafted masterpiece, but respectfully, no ❤️ 

(Though I swear I AM super, super happy with how it turned out - it’s still my favorite thing I’ve ever written. Read it here!!!)