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hallucinateonpaperspines · 4 months

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hi! This is an idea I had for a while but I'd like to give it to you cause I think it's up your ally. There's this movie called Lucy from 2014 it's basic plot is that this women Lucy accidentaly has a drug realease in her body(they put a bag of drugs inside her to smugle abroad) that starts to unlock her brains capacity that causes her to gain huge amounts of knowlage and abilities. When she reaches 100% she sport of becomes a higher dimensional being. The idea is that something like this happens to an OC but instead of it being cause by drugs maybe by energon + electricity, or some accident and that the changed is a bit slower.

The cons and bots having to deal with a human who is smarter and inching closer to omnipotence :3

I like your brain. <3

So sorry it took me so long to finally finish this and post it. I did actually end up watching that movie while writing this and dang it was interesting to watch. I enjoyed the weirdness immensely.

I've cross-posted this short story on both Tumblr and my AO3 account feel free to check that out here if you have an account and maybe leave a comment (feels weird to ask, but it means so much as a writer)

WARNINGS for; Violence, slow descent into insanity, depression, existential crisis, Energon consumption by any means necessary, fourth wall break, my first Dead Dove!

Sometimes, the most sinister revelations, start with a simple act of stupidity.

M.E.C.H. was rooted in pockets all over the globe. Some descended deep into the depths of the criminal underground and black markets, others perched on the edge of shadows, collecting payments from patrons who hid behind the glare of the light. Cash moved quickly, bills changing almost as much as locations and projects.

Here, in a broken-down old building, isolated and forgotten, in the far corners of a shipyard that hadn’t seen any business in more than a decade, an agent oversaw the last pieces of such a change.

It was the quiet, the abandoned, the wasted scraps of a world that had grown complacent and was so valuable to their organization. Sites like these, people like this, that was where M.E.C.H. had poured their foundations. In the treasure, the complacent had mistaken for trash.

Yet, that seemed to be changing.

M.E.C.H.’s numbers had been steadily declining for a few years now, concerning not in the numbers of deserters, but an ever-present statistical line that refused to straighten out. People were antsy and wanted action. Soldier’s bloodlust and scientists unused to the fickle lifestyle on the run. Silas had finally yielded and given the people the action they wanted. Their leader had finally revealed their presence to a government gone soft.

The line of deserters had ended. But the pitfall of deaths had not gone unnoticed.

It was the way of war. Pawns falling to support their queen, to guide their king. In this they had a purpose, their names would be remembered as the brave souls to usher in a new era, to pull this nation ahead of the new world order.

Maintaining supremacy was not for the faint-hearted. Nor for the spineless.

Agent 13 was a prize pawn. A soldier that obeyed, who fulfilled the mission objective at all costs, and, who truly believed, this was all for the best.

The warehouse was almost empty now. Located in a more derelict area of Long Beach, California, this site wasn’t particularly important. It served mostly as a shipping location or assembly zone for some of the more hazardous technical gear. Now that the labs had been deconstructed and the personnel evacuated, the gaping interior seemed almost pitiful. It was only Agent 13 present at the moment, here to personally collect one last piece of merchandise before joining the egress and making the four-hour-long trip to a new base in Nevada. There, they’d personally join Silas and aid in Project: Chimera.

It was not Agent 13’s business to question the wisdom of pooling all resources and personnel into a single location. Just as it was not his right to judge the immediate halt of all other projects as wasteful, or a concerning hint of the rumored obsession that had been whispered through masked mouths.

It was not Agent 13’s place at all.

His place was here, loading the cheap wooden crate into the back of the olive green sports car.

Another budget decision that wasn’t 13’s place to judge.

Driving with practiced ease speeds not too slow but not too fast, Agent 13 kept low. Head forward and body tense as the white light of Project: Chiron seeped through the cracks between panels and reached out into the dark.

Objective collected, it wasn’t until the return journey the mission went wrong.

It was dark on the desert road, with moon and stars hidden by the night’s clouds, and headlights straining to puncture the desolate inky blackness.

Agent 13 heard the engine first.

A purr that rattled into a roar as a sports car, crimson enough its paint could have matched freshly spilled blood, pulled alongside the M.E.C.H. vehicle. Agent 13 felt his seat vibrate as the engine let out another blast and the foreign vehicle edged forward and back. Egging him on, an invitation clear.

He slowed down the car.

Distracting as the sports car was, risking gathering the attention of a highway patrol would be infinitely worse. Especially, when carrying experimental property, discontinued or not.

The crimson driver did not seem to receive the message. Following close for a few more miles, the driver continued to blast his engine and swerve. Rather pathetically desperate for a race, if this continued, Agent 13 might need to pull them both over. A quick paint job and the vehicle would be acceptable for Silas’s preferences and coyotes were always opportunistic for an extra body of meat.

Hand tightening on the wheel, the gun heavy in its holster on his hip, Agent 13 prepared to make his move when a third pair of headlights appeared.

Hands loosened as the witness drove closer, and the crimson driver straightened up their act. Eyes moving to a side mirror, Agent 13 watched as the hummer seemed to stall before falling back. Crimson driver following suit.

Agent 13 gripped the wheel, eyes deviating back to the road as the rubber in his gloves squeaked against the car’s plastic.

The Hummer and Crimson reappeared again, sliding up slowly, one on each side, tires straight and engines silent.

Agent 13 floored it.

Pinching maneuver failed, the hostile vehicles raced forward. Crimson swerved into the green vehicle’s side as the Hummer hammered against the bumper. In the flash of headlights against the review mirror, Agent 13 could make out the blue paint job of the Hummer just before it surged forward and the back window cracked into a fractured spiderweb of glass.

Surprise makes one sloppy, and Agent 13 did not expect a murder attempt from civilian drivers on this lonely stretch of road.

He did not have time to react as Crimson rammed and the door folded with a crunch and the car landed with a thud.

Pushed into a ditch, the driver’s side door blocked by a bolder, Agent 13 reached for his weapon, instincts ready to make good on his decades of training and lifetime of killing.

No human approached the dented and cracked door, and as the M.E.C.H. agent looked out the hole where his window used to be, a masked face met, for the first time, the object of Silas’s obsessions.

Metal titans stood over the wreckage, and 13 had nary a moment to take in the glorious sight before a charging whirl entered his senses and his world was engulfed by blue. On instinct, he turned to shield the mission objective, and as weaponized energy burnt through metal, plastic, and wood, the stolen and reconstructed relic made contact with cauterized flesh.

Agent 13 could not open his mouth to scream, and he could not choose to keep his mind closed.

---

A single-opticed Breakdown and seething Knockout left the sight of their impulsive fun without the slightest idea of what they’d done.

---

13 came too with his feet on the ground and the sun at his back. Smoke cloyed his nose, and he didn’t know from which burning it was. The aliens or the dream?

The dream.

Collapsing on his knees, the Agent heaved. He couldn’t bother to remove the mask that suffocated him, the mixture of rubber and kevlar that rubbed against his skin and pressed down his nose. He could barely open his mouth, empty air and strangled muffles escaping into the acrid scenery.

The Dream.

There was the vague awareness of shaking, limbs no longer the instruments of precision they had been, and hands clenching. Sensation did not exist inside the suit, so there was nothing to feel but his own body’s insufficiency. Insufficient to get up, to move, to do anything but freeze underneath a desert sun, incapable of getting a breath, and eyes that could barely make out the environment through the cracked lenses of overpriced goggles.

Not that it mattered. His mind was still focused on the Dream.

Aliens, war, children, M.E.C.H. They’d been there. Events playing out, circumstances beyond him, a stinge of incidents interconnected and inevitable.

Something had happened when he made contact with Project: Chiron.

He remembered the pain, he remembered the end. Being dissolved in the heat of an alien weapon. Seats melting, seatbelt incinerated, wood cracking and flacking into ashen pieces beneath flesh that were cooking alive. He remembered it all happened so quickly and yet… so, so very slow.

Hand falling through the container.

White light meeting blue.

Project: Chiron came into contact with the residue from the weapon an instant before 13 made contact with it.

And then…

The Dream.

Cliffjumper had died. Megatron experimented on the body with Dark Energon. He’d produced a zombie. He’d then scrapped the specimen and gone on to produce several armies worth. One on Earth. The rest on Cybertron.

Cybertron.

A space bridge. Transporting the army to Earth, only for the Autobots and children to ruin it all. Megatron was bombed with his own wormhole and left for dead. Starscream took over. Starscream tried to lead. But Megatron came back. Megatron beat the Seeker within an inch of his life for an attempt to kill Prime.

It went on and on. Always following the aliens, Autobots, and Decepticons. Battles, antics at the base, episodes of adventures.

There was the blue Hummer, Breakdown. Silas’s escaped project.

Airachnid. Silas’s temporary ally who’d offered her kind.

Starscream. Who’d offered information and lost an organ.

There was a moment when the Earth shuddered and stormed. The ground cracked open and Dark Energon spewed from volcanos like a geyser. Unicron.

Amnesia for the Prime. The Autobots got him back, but not before relic locations were revealed.

Breakdown killed by Airachnid. M.E.C.H. coming to make use of the pieces. Project: Chimera fulfilled.

The Japanese girl called it Nemesis Prime.

And then…. Silas lost.

Silas.

Silas was trapped. Silas, crushed beneath his obsession and masterpiece. Silas, lying comatose on a stolen hospital bed. Silas who they all failed.

And the Surgeon.

More relics, more battles, but that didn’t matter because the Surgeon saved Silas. It was unorthodox, it was unethical, but when had M.E.C.H. been preoccupied with morals? When the end was security and peace reinforced by power, weren’t a few dubious decisions worth it? How was it any different than a skin graft, or an organ donation?

Wasn’t it less wasteful to use the whole body?

13 could still see it in his mind. The moment the corpse shuddered with new life. The blue, the energon, activated systems so carefully patched together and repurposed. Metal face twitching, alien eyes, reunited and reattached, opening as a foreign mouth curved into a familiar confident smile.

“What have you done?”

Silas reborn.

“I’m one of them.”

Failures fixed.

“The perfect meld of man and machine. Exquisite.”

What was he doing?

“Thank you all for your dedication and a lifetime of service.”

Why were-?

“But I now seem more suited to keep the exclusive company of titans.”

The cannon fired. Weaponized blasts of energon as the world burned and men became kindling for their savior’s ambition.

Agent 13 watched Silas offer himself to the Decepticons. Offering the last scrap of M.E.C.H.’s years of work as if it had always been solely his. Watched as more people burned. As the Autobots came. As the Autobots won.

13 watched the Crimson Driver drag a pleading Silas away. A man who’d they’d held as a tactical genius, incapable of seeing the Titans shared none of his twisted admiration.

Even 13 could appreciate the irony of Knockout avenging his desecrated partner, and unknowingly, avenging the hundreds of men who’d died hours before.

The Dream didn’t end. It went on and on. More relics. Invasion. A metal dragon. And the Autobots kept winning.

Silas trapped as an experiment, still pleading for help from his own victims. Then trapped in the reanimated body of his host, set free by an action of self-preservation from a false-ally. Tearfully thanking her for ending his life. Airachnid barely sparing a shred of acknowledgment. M.E.C.H. was well and truly dead.

Cybertron restored. Unicron vanquished again. Life returned with a Prime’s sacrifice. And then…

Nothing.

An end of The Dream.

Silas was alive and whole. M.E.C.H. had never partnered with an alien.

But the dream was true.

It just hadn’t happened yet.

---

Something was wrong with 13.

“Easy as pie,” He was told, “in and out, done and dusted, before the feds know to even look.”

They could not afford Project: Chiron to go unaccounted for, useless as it was. It had proven a failure. The scavenged artifact with a similar metal and design as the alien Transformers, had yielded less information than the trouble to process it was worth. But then, 13 wasn’t an inventor or a scientist, he didn’t see the possibilities lurking within hidden technology. As a soldier, Agent 13 saw bulky tech that had been stripped down into unidentifiable pieces.

And now it was gone.

The project was gone, with 13 alone in the wilderness. An Agent seeing visions of the future, head pounding and mouth dry, with a feeling of emptiness that seemed to echo and grow with every minute that passed.

He wanted to dream again.

He needed to see it again.

There was something so distinctly horrifying, so profoundly euphoric about existing outside of yourself. Of being nothing more than a viewer. Of feeling untethered, unbound, separate from the disasters that loomed large.

13 wanted to be separate again.

But he kept walking. Because walking was all he could do.

---

Mind still spinning, The Dream turning and weaving through every thought, 13’s feet changed direction in a slow and subtle drift. A buzz filled the air, and the emptiness cried out.

Suddenly, 13 was no longer slow.

On his knees again the man dug into the Earth. Sand and dirt crept into the groves and crevices of the suit, finding their way through tears and sticking to half-melted edges. 13 paid no mind as blisters popped and burns were rubbed raw. He couldn’t feel it, nerves damaged as they were. He felt only the treasure hidden beneath the sands, 13 moved only for it.

Somehow, he knew the only reason his heart still beat was so that he could hold it close.

The energon was exposed. It might have been hours of digging, it might have been minutes, but it didn’t matter, it was there.

And the emptiness craved.

Hand outstretched, 13 made contact with the rock.

His eyes rolled back and he dreamed once more. Blue light turned to white as Project: Chiron fulfilled its objective and its unwitting host basked in the consequences.

---

The dreams were fading. 13 was starving. And the emptiness howled for more.

He’d dug his way through half the desert, fingers rubbed raw for shards that disappeared as soon as they settled into his palm. He’d gotten such pleasure, such relief from those first few absorptions. The Dream continued, in more and more detail, as his mind began to acclimate to the visions, and the information hidden within seemed more inevitable, more permanent. More real.

The hollowness went away with the energon. That small gap between the blue and white, when his vision blurred and spine contracted, when 13 felt so far removed from the pain of hunger and the doom of knowing. Moments that became shorter with each new shard, moments where the soldier had sneaked past the gates and into paradise itself.

He didn’t like being without a shard. The shards feed the Dream, and the Dream finishes the shards. Without the shards there was no Dream, there was no moment in between. There was just 13.

Something was wrong with 13.

It hurt to be alone. It hurt to be awake, hollow, aching with something more itching just beyond his grasp, just beyond an ever-thinning veil of awareness and reality. 13 wanted to rip through that veil with his teeth.

---

Something was wrong with 13.

How many days had it been? How many hours since he’d last found a shard? Since he’d last been free?

Skin burned underneath the suit, and his vision wavered beneath his mask. The glaring haze of the desert, sand, and dirt is torn up as if a giant had raked the ground, faded, and became unfocused. Something white and black was winding through the peripheries of vision, Sounds, and blue-lettered words, names that didn’t belong to anyone inside.

Inside.

Something was wrong with 13. But who was he to judge? Who was anyone?

One more shard, one more Dream. Just one more, please.

Something was wrong with 13, and the Dreams -just made it worse- made it better.

Just one more shard. Just one more step. One more…

And then he can start again.

---

There are no shards, nothing left buried beneath sand or hidden away inside cliffs. 13 has scavenged and scavenged and taken and now there is nothing left for him to take. Nothing left for him to offer.

It’s the project, the relic, the stolen technology he almost died to save, and the tech that’s taken his sacrifice and twisted it into something more.

He can feel it. Lose pieces, liquid metal, something alien slithering inside him. Coolness pressing against bones, tight rings squeezing muscle, particles drifting past barriers and seeping through fluid till it reaches grey matter and turns it silver.

He is not the tool. The tool is not him. But neither are what they should have been.

Something is wrong, and it isn’t 13.

He’s never felt so right, so hollow, so whole, so unnecessary.

Perhaps it's the energon, slipping past his rubbery mask, staining his hands even if he knows it will disappear by the next scene. The world doesn’t disappear in favor of The Dream, but 13 knows it all by heart now. He knows many things now.

The vehicon that he sits by for instance. Frame still, energon pooling out of dents and slices from an Autobot raid, an empty frame. Burying his face in the lacerated abdomen of the creature, 13 knows that this creature was an empty frame long before it died. No name, no story, no identity, no purpose other than to stand in the background or die.

For now, he’s too pleased with the relief the energon brings to consider any more than that. But the high doesn’t last long.

Soon 13 is craving again. Soon 13 is searching again.

This time it's for a reason just as much as a high.

---

Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is joy. A simple child-like understanding, a purity in the fragile and fading pursuits of life, but so, so easily broken.

13 can feel his mind cracking like broken glass, and no matter how he tries, he can’t fit the pieces back together without them decaying back into sand.

It was all a lie, it was all fake, it meant nothing.

The Dream never goes away, the voices never fade, and the euphoria never comes. It plays and it plays and it plays over and over and over again. The timeline, the plotline, the beginning, and the end, because it is the end isn’t it?

A fade to black and it all starts over again.

Again and again and again.

Nothing exists outside the plot. Everything exists for the plot.

Does he?

---

Energon does nothing now. The Hollowness craves and it can’t be filled. The mind sees and it can’t understand. It doesn't want to understand.

But they do. And it changes nothing.

Nothing.

What is it to live in a world where that is what you are? The agent meant nothing. What were they? A nameless suit with a mask, a body to fill the background. Did they have a name? Had they ever? They never pulled up the mask, they never removed the suit. Would there even be a body hidden beneath, or empty air, flesh unrendered and unneeded?

No. No, because they weren’t worth that much. Only vague gashes and sensations are created from expectations, only ideas, and concepts for what should be. Perhaps a haunted suit if they even had a spirit capable of such a thing.

But fiction does not have a soul. It only borrows from what its maker provides.

That's what this all is, fiction. A fabrication. A falsehood. A lie.

They all existed to serve the plot, the vision of a maker to the entertainment of an audience. Value was in the story, worth was in a role. Silas was an important character, the Surgeon was the only one who came close but not even he was granted a name, a history, or a motive. They were nothing.

Nothing.

Even then it was all for the aliens, for the Transformers. It was their story, their tale, and M.E.C.H. was nothing more than a prop. A subplot. A distraction. A filler.

Did the betrayal even matter then? Bodies burning, conscientious abandoned as men played god, but they had never been men in the first place. Never been human. Never had a choice.

It was a program, graphics constructed within a screen, puppets playing to directions, and voices inserted that weren’t even their own.

Did anything even matter anymore?

It was fake, false, it was… a TV show.

All that death, everything they’d given up, everything they’d sacrificed and bleed dry. Treason, murder, betraying nation and family alike because they’d believed they’d bring about humanity’s salvation. Heroes of a new age. The bringers of a new century of progress, of power.

They were nothing but empty vessels. Body counts. Puppets are not worth gifting a flimsy story or half-assed voice.

Nothing.

Just one more step. One more shard. One more sip. Just one more piece of energon and maybe, they could forget. Maybe they could be Agent 13 again.

Maybe they could dream and finally wake up.

---

Choking back the energon, the graphic’s form seized as their mind flexed and burned. The world was too small, too tight. The effects of the apparatus amplified beyond what should have been possible. The unstable tangle of energy was pooling, coagulating, forming a positive feedback that just kept building, and building, and building upon itself. What was an identity to a concept? What was a name to an idea? This world existed for the Titans, for the story. Its ending was set, but M.E.C.H. wouldn’t even last that long. Death lingered by, but could it claim things that had never been alive?

Why was 13 so different? No apparatus, no relic like this was shown in the plotlines. It was all nuclear engines, aliens, vivisections, organs, a broken body in a metal corpse, and fire. Burning flesh, melting flames, screams, and cooked meat.

The suits all looked the same. No identity. No individual. No reality… no Agent 13.

Oh. They don’t belong in this world at all, do they?

No. They’re different.

You made them.

You.

And he’s alive here. A fake world, a voiceless, formless world. It’s changing. Heartbeating with every glance of a foreign eye, for shifting with every new mind.

He doesn’t belong there.

Send him back.

Send me back.

I don’t want to know these things.

I’m not supposed to know these things.

No.

That’s not true.

You created me to know.

You created me to drive me mad.

𝐀⃥⃒̸𝐫⃥⃒̸𝐞⃥⃒̸ 𝐲⃥⃒̸𝐨⃥⃒̸𝐮⃥⃒̸ 𝐝⃥⃒̸𝐨⃥⃒̸𝐧⃥⃒̸𝐞⃥⃒̸ 𝐰⃥⃒̸𝐢⃥⃒̸𝐭⃥⃒̸𝐡⃥⃒̸ 𝐦⃥⃒̸𝐞⃥⃒̸ 𝐲⃥⃒̸𝐞⃥⃒̸𝐭⃥⃒̸?⃥⃒̸

#transformers prime #tfp #aligned continuity #original character #original male charecter #Agent 13 (oc)#cross posted on ao3

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chaosnightmare · 2 years

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heyyyy i had a post gain some traction a while ago where i listed some good advice for newbies on tumblr, but some of the information in that post is now either outdated or no longer helpful. here's a better, more accurate version.

advice for tumblr newbies (2.0)

so as i said before, deleting your post will not stop it from getting reblogs. tumblr reblogs work by saving a new version, a "snapshot" of your post, frozen in time, immune to any changes to its content you may make. as such, so long as a reblog of your post exists out there, simply deleting it will not solve the issue if you want people to stop reblogging. HOWEVER, since my last post there was a monumental new feature added to tumblr that allows you to disable reblogs universally across all existing versions of your post. this setting is called "Reblog Control", and can be changed even after a post has already been made. this is now no longer an issue.

deleting your blog or posts may cause oddities to occur on existing reblogs, such as empty OP, empty notes, and so on. if you notice these in the wild, that's what happened.

tumblr does have an algorithm, but its barely functional. you'll mostly have to curate your experience on here by yourself. follow blogs you want to see, block people you dislike, reblog posts you enjoy, and you'll find a community you like in no time.

reblogs are really the only way to boost attention for work somebody else has done. if you're not recieving any more attention on a post even though it has tons of likes, it's because you'd need reblogs for that. there is a new feature, called Blaze, where you can pay money to have your post shown to a certain amount of random users. this is never a good idea and nobody ever likes it

that last part is because tumblr is actually broken up into smaller subcommunities, who, due to the nature of the site, can stay extremely isolated from eachother. blazing a post will force people from outside your circle to see it, which can lead anywhere from confusion to hostility. on the other hand, this means that you'll rarely have to interact with people outside of your bubble.

posts don't generally become too old to reblog. if you see a post and hear it's from a long time ago, it's probably still okay to interact with. where this becomes iffy is when you start going though one specific person's old posts repeatedly, which isn't always appreciated. if you aren't sure, check the date.

tags are a very important tool for blog organization. they often work better than the content search function, and can help your original posts gain traction. if you aren't sure how to use tags on a post, take a look at other people's blogs and take note of how they use them for ideas. they do however serve another purpose, and that's to avoid adding a reblog comment.

reblog comments are where you add directly on to a post with something extra. generally, you should only do this if you're really certain that you're adding something of value to a post, or if the original post is one of your own. doing this if you don't have anything important to say is considered rude in most contexts. the workaround for this is simple: say whatever you wanted to say in the tags. character limits on tags are actually quite large, so you can add most anything you want to say. this ensures that what you want to say about the post shows up on YOUR blog, but won't necessarily transfer over to other reblogs, and it isn't considered an inept thing to do.

change your icon/pfp. change it. this website has lots of spam bot users (again, poor moderation) and while some of them do have icons, not changing yours is the easiest way to be mistaken for a bot. just change it to anything you want, but otherwise you run the risk of being reported for spam or blocked. if you're feeling up to it, tumblr gives you plenty of other blog customization options as well, such as headers and fonts and color schemes. if you're on desktop, you can even completely alter how the website looks when somebody visits your blog, but thats better to do when you already know your way around a bit.

xkit is your best friend if you're on desktop

#twitter

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tea-and-panthers · 1 year

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just a quick post. i was reading a few article on how to identify bot accounts and discover that i may be miss identified as a bot/spam account since i’m new and dont know much about this wild west of a platform.

so I am here to help assist other newcomers with a summary of my research, keeping in mind I’ve only been here for a day so if someone more experienced is giving out advice theirs is probably better.

1. bot/spam accounts generally have a default icon and background. (fixed this up first thing i did after making the account was add an icon and i just uploaded a background)

Recommend course of action: add an Icon and background as soon as possible. and maybe play around with you theme a bit.

2.username looks inappropriate or spam like. (this isn’t a problem for me since i didn’t do this because why would I)

Recommend course of action: just don’t, if you may have made this mistake, best to change it.

3. a blog is sending messages that are asking if you want content that is potentially nsfw, example ‘do you want pictures of n***d women on your phone’

Recommend course of action: report and block. i speak from experience, i got one of these messages and didn’t even finish reading it before blocking and reporting. also don’t send this type of message to people wether or not they think you are a bot that would make anyone uncomfortable and explicit content is against community guidelines.

4. apparently like strings on accounts and large amounts of reblogging are suspicious.

so say you go to someone account and read like there art or something and you like everything there. apparently 10 or more likes on one account within a short time period is considered a like string.

this is one I found myself guilty of, so what happened was I found the account of someone who made a series of tutorials on how to draw kobolds that I had found in pinterest so I followed the and i wanted like all the tutorials (there where 10) but i decided that liking just the tutorials seemed suspicious so i liked some art in between (it’s good art.) i now see that liking just the tutorials would have not been as suspicious. to that person, sorry for the spam likes, I have learned my lesson.

Reblogging, so something like 40 or more rebloggs in a day with little context, than nothing for a few days looks suspicious.

Recommend course of action:

like strings; of you come across an account you really like just like 3 or 4 posts and follow. you will get another chance to like more.

Reblogging; i don’t see this one being much of a problem if you just casually use tumblr. I myself have spent some time (but not all my time) on tumblr and Liked around 250 posts over 24 hours but have only reblogged 12 (which is probably still a lot) but i have also added something with the reblog such as a comment along with the normal tags people usually only put (i feel bad reblogging without contributing something). the only way i think you would reach a number like 40+ is if you are on all day with nothing else to do and are reblogging every third post you see (not that i’m judging, apparently reblogging helps more that likes.) or you are reblogging reblogs in response to them on a post that went viral. if you are adding to those i don’t really think that would be suspicious. And try not to reblog too many posts from one blog in a short amount of time that seems very spammy

REPOSTING IS NOT THE SAME AS REBLOGGING

reblogging, if you like the reblog it likes the original post. this is helping in most cases from what i’ve read. (just try not to over do it.)

reposting is copying the image or text (some cases both) and uploading it on your own, often done without permission form or crediting the original author. this is not helpful, if you have permission form the original author and you credit them, that should be ok.

yet again, i am also new and may be mistaken about some of the stuff here. this is based on personal experience and research i’ve done.

hope this helps others new users to this wild west. I intend on posting my art soon i just need to get it all together first, that i can upload a few pieces at a time.

If you are an experienced user who has any corrections of stuff to add I’m sure new users like myself would love the help.

#new user guide #new user #welcome to tumblr #how not tho be mistaken for a bot #tumblr tips #annoying bots #spam bots #stupid bots #for new users #for new people

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sidonidoneeey · 3 years

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a really nice anon requested a gif sharpening tutorial (referring to this gifset) and I’m only too happy to oblige! First off, I’d like to credit this tutorial for the base sharpen settings and PiXimperfect on YouTube for this sharpening tutorial and action - I can’t explain the principles as well as he does, so please do watch the video! For more gifsets from me, see my sideblog here.

You’ll need:

Any version of Photoshop with Timeline - I’m using CC 2018 (I’m currently exploring the version without timeline, send me an ask if you’re interested and I can update you).

Basic giffing knowledge. I currently use the load files into stack method, but most gifmakers I know use the video timeline method. Here’s a good giffing tutorial by @marysberry and another good giffing and coloring tutorial by @bestmistake.

As an aside, the best thing I’ve discovered through this is that you can make gifs out of higher-end 480p quality gifs. See this set from a bootl*g I got online. They won’t be as amazing as 4k or 1080p gifs, but they’re great for stuff where you really cannot get the best quality. This point clarifies that you do not need a 2160p or memory-heavy 1080p video in order to use this sharpening method.

Difficulty: ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ if doing manually, ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ if using the actions. This works best with portrait shots, i.e. a gif focusing on about one to three people as this sharpening tool really benefits the outline of the subjects more than anything else.

The rest of the tutorial is (very screenshot heavy and) under the cut!

[1] Making your GIF (ft. Jonathan Bailey)

Make your gif through whatever method gets you to the video timeline. Just your usual - and if you have a regular sharpening that works relatively fine, you can use it here and skip [2]. Here’s what your layers tab, timeline tab, and working GIF may look like without any other edits:

[2] OPTIONAL: Smart Sharpen your GIF

For those who don’t have a regular sharpening... routine, this is how I do my basic sharpening. I will be using two different sharpens in this portion. Click on ‘Filter’ and find Sharpen. Hover your mouse on it and look for Smart Sharpen (shown below):

Click on it, and the window below should open. The first one I use is 500%, 0.3px, and Remove Gaussian Blur, but feel free to experiment as you wish:

the second smart sharpen I use is 10%, 10px, and Remove Gaussian Blur. Again, feel free to experiment. The ending GIF should be shown with the label “Smart Sharpen x2″ towards the end of this tutorial:

[3] Use what I call the “Vivid Sharpen” to further sharpen your GIFS

Normally you’d stop at [2] and be ready to post or do whatever else with your GIF. I do this extra sharpen because not all GIFs look great when posted here (particularly those downloaded off YT, bilibili, dailymotion, what have you, or bootl*gs as mentioned above). I got a relatively nice-looking video, but this will still help make the gif look sharper.

First off, duplicate your GIF layer twice. I use the Right Click on Layer and Click Duplicate Layer method because it works best for my timeline, but a good old Ctrl+J on Windows (Cmd+J on Mac if I’m not mistaken) should work. Just make sure all three layers are aligned like so:

Turn off the visibility of the uppermost layer (mpv-shot0090.png copy 2 here; see below) Click on the second layer (mpv-shot0090.png copy in this case) and change its blending mode to Overlay. This is what the layer should look like:

Now turn the topmost layer (mpv-shot0090.png copy 2) back on. Invert the layer by clicking Ctrl+I (that’s I, not L). This is what it should look like:

Now change the blending mode of this layer to Vivid Light. See results below:

Now click on Filter > Blur > Gaussian Blur above. A window opens asking for the pixel amount. I usually enter in 3.0px but again, feel free to experiment. The GIF may now look overly sharpened, like so:

Group together the topmost layer and the layer just below that. This is important. I usually just highlight both layers and click on the folder icon at the bottom right corner. Once both layers are grouped together, set the group’s blending mode to overlay. This will remove the yellow spots you see above.

This is the last step for this version of sharpening. Set the opacity level of your sharpening group to what you think looks good. For 1080p source videos, I usually go for between 30-40% (I’m using 40% in the one below) opacity, but feel free to adjust according to what you like! For the 480p gifset I linked above, I used around 70%, give or take.

Here are the different results based on the sharpenings I did!

The only thing this last gif would require, in my opinion, is some coloring brighten everything up, but other than that, Jonny Bailey looks pretty crisp! This marks the end of a very long tutorial, which only takes a few seconds using the two sources I credited above (smart sharpens and vivid sharpening). Do let me know if you have other gif-related questions; send them either to me or @vaganov, my edits sideblog. Thank you!

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sentinelpri · 3 years

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Intervention, Baby

Unlike many of his Autobot counterparts, Prowl adored organics- especially the ones on earth, whether that be the plants, animals, or humans.

His favorite, though? You. You by far.

After arriving on earth, Prowl had become obsessed with people watching, usually taking long strolls around the city or going to public parks to watch how humans lived their daily lives. Something about the human species by itself was captivating, but when he’d seen you for the first time, (e/c) eyes and (h/l) (h/c) hair shining under the bright sun as you walked into the local flower shop, he had been completely and utterly enthralled. He’d known that he was supposed to avoid interactions with humans that weren’t necessary according to Prime, but he hadn’t been able to help himself that day. So, he’d gone into the flower shop and sparked a conversation with you to figure out exactly what it was that had him so interested; what it was about you that was so different than the other humans he watched.

You had just moved to Detroit from your hometown for a new job, which explained why he hadn’t seen you before that, and as he’d talked to you that day, he became more and more intrigued. You’d started renting a house nearby, with your very own flower garden, which you showed him that day. He hadn’t been able to tell you much at the time about Cybertron for security reasons, but what he did tell you about himself, you listened to intently. You were a great listener, with kind eyes and a bright smile that made his spark stop at times.

Prowl had been a cautious bot. Whatever caution he had maintained since being on earth had flown out the window with you, though, as he fell quickly, often sneaking away from the Autobots to spend time with you at your house or visit you at your job. A strong friendship was quickly formed, and with how much he was gone, his teammates quickly became suspicious.

It started with questions, the others asking where he was all the time and why he was suddenly so interested in stopping by flower and gardening shops whenever they were out. Naturally, Optimus was the first to figure it out, asking if he’d met someone and then leaving the subject alone when Prowl avoided the subject. However, Bumblebee was the next to catch on, and he had no sense of personal boundaries, so he dragged Bulkhead along to follow him to your house. While it wasn’t the best first impression, that was how you met Bumblebee and Bulkhead, and eventually Optimus and Ratchet as well- since the secret was out in the open now and no one seemed to disapprove of you, Prowl had started bringing you around the Autobot base.

The rest was history, but the more Prowl developed his relationship with you, the more fearful he became for the future. He was a wise and emotionally mature bot, he figured, but he didn’t know how to handle his feelings for you. He had fallen in love. He was cybertronian, you were human, and it wouldn’t be fair to you to initiate anything- not that he thought you returned the feelings anyways. No, you were too pure and sweet, kind and beautiful, fragile and soft. He feared hurting you most of the time. He feared falling deeper. He feared starting something he couldn’t finish and leaving you hurt in the end, but each day he spent with you only made it worse.

Why did he love you? Why couldn’t he have fallen for another Autobot? Why a human? The thoughts plagued his processor constantly, but when you reached over to grab one of his digits and pull him along to show him something in your garden or smiled up at him, he couldn’t help it. You were so soft and delicate, but you still treated him like you would anyone else. You weren’t scared of him, you always offered a listening ear when he needed it, and you opened up to him in return.

Warm, bright, radiant- Prowl felt like you were all of the things that he wasn’t, and as he returned to base and walked into the main room, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Spending time with you seemed exhausting nowadays. He always left with a troubled processor and an uneasy feeling. Was it right to keep seeing you when he knew it wouldn’t go anywhere? Would his unresolved feelings get in the way of your friendship? What was he to do at this point? As much as he’d tried to simply make the feelings go away, he couldn’t; couldn’t develop an interest in anyone else, couldn’t think of anything he didn’t like about you to kill his attraction, couldn’t will it away. Nothing worked, so he drowned himself in it, and while he would have loved to sulk for a little bit, his attention was captured by his team.

He’d walked into... Something, though he wasn’t quite sure what that something was yet. His entire team was crowded onto the living room couch, silent, staring up at him. Seeing them all in one room at the same time was rare when they weren’t sharing energon or working against the Decepticons, but seeing them all in one room and quiet? Something was wrong.

“Where did you just come from, Prowl?” Bumblebee, who was sitting in the middle of the couch with Bulkhead to his right, crossed his arms as he asked the oddly accusatory question and leaned forward.

“(y/n)’s, why?” Prowl answered. He was so uneasy that he found himself shifting his weight from one pede to the other and averting his gaze. While he wasn’t normally avoidant like that, when it came to you, he couldn’t help how nervous he got.

“Don’t worry about it, but-” Bulkhead started, letting out a nervous chuckle.

The atmosphere was tense and awkward. Optimus Prime, next to Bulkhead on the edge of the couch, wouldn’t even look at him. Meanwhile, Ratchet, who was on the other side of Bumblebee, appeared to be growing increasingly agitated with each second that passed.

“What is the meaning of this?” Prowl finally demanded, which made Bumblebee stand up and point right at him with a huge grin.

“Intervention, baby!” The yellow bot cheered.

“Intervention? I’m not abusing substances if that’s what you’re-”

“No, no, that’s not what we’re getting at, you bucket of bolts!” Ratchet groaned and face-palmed. “We’re here to talk about you and (y/n)!”

There were two ways this could go, and Prowl wasn’t sure which one he hated more.

One, his team could be concerned about him spending so much time with a human who had nothing to do with their cause. It was a valid concern and he knew it- spending so much time with you put you in at risk of getting involved with the Decepticons like Sari, and unlike Sari, you had no key or Cyber-organic powers to protect you. You were simply human, and it wasn’t fair to you to put you in danger the way he was. But he was selfish.

Two, his team could be concerned about his feelings for you. Whether for the aforementioned reasons or because they had to watch the two of you interact all the time, he wasn’t sure, but it would make sense. He certainly hadn’t expected them to call an intervention over either issue, though, so all he could do was stand there.

They were staring at him.

It was... Embarrassing, to say the least.

“I don’t see why this would be considered even remotely appropriate- And Optimus, Ratchet,” Prowl glared at the two older bots, knowing damn well that they knew better than to do this to him. “I expect it from these two, but you? I thought you were more mature than this, but I see I was mistaken.”

“Don’t come at us with your maturity spiel when you can’t even mech up enough to tell (y/n) your true feelings,” Ratchet spat.

“Ratchet, you could have phrased that with a bit more tact, but I do believe you are correct,” Optimus agreed with a small nod and offered a smile, glancing at Ratchet and then at Prowl. “While we don’t have the right to dictate what you do, Prowl, it’s become obvious to everybot what’s going on, and... We all support you. You should be honest with (y/n) and tell her the truth. Love is something that should be appreciated and cherished, not hidden away.”

“Yeah! Plus, it hurts to watch you two dance around each other when it’s so obvious what’s going on,” Bumblebee argued. “She likes you back-”

“No, she doesn’t, and even if she did, how would this work?” Prowl raised his voice without meaning to, and the moment he heard how loud his volume was, he paused to take a deep breath and reflect. His team had good intentions, they wanted him to be happy and enjoy a relationship for once, but he was so scared. Why couldn’t they leave him alone? With a sigh, he spoke again, not daring to look at any of his friends. “I’m Cybertronian and she’s organic, and we could have to go back to Cybertron any day now- or, even worse, the Decepticons could kill us. Would it not be selfish of me to confess my feelings for her, start a relationship, and then leave or die? Assuming that she wants anything to do with me, that is.”

“Listen, I get where you’re coming from, but you’ve heard the saying here on earth that it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, haven’t you? (y/n) would be more upset if you left or died without telling her the truth than she would be if you told her beforehand. No matter what happens in the end, at least she’d have some closure that way, because she does love you too,” Bulkhead insisted.

“No, she doesn’t,” Prowl mumbled, not having any other defense. Did he think you loved him like that? No, but did he have definite proof that you didn’t? Also no, so he was left without a solid defense, but too stubborn to concede to his friends’ (valid) points. “You’re wrong.”

“Yeah she does, dude, you’re just wrong,” Bumblebee walked over to him and put a servo on his shoulder, meeting his optics, uncharacteristically intense- borderline angry. “How can you even know if you haven’t talked to her about it?”

“How can you know?” Prowl defended and jabbed a digit into the younger bot’s chest plate. The two continued to stare each other down for a few moments before Bee finally sighed and looked away.

“Because I’ve talked to her about it.”

“...Oh. I see,” The black and gold bot took a step back and fidgeted with his servos. He had never expected for you to confide in Bumblebee about such a matter, but then again... Aside from Prowl himself, Bumblebee was your best friend and always had been since he’d started bringing you around. The two of you were similar; innocent, kindred souls with similar interests. Unlike Prowl, the yellow bot brought out your more energetic, fun side, making you laugh constantly, but... He hadn’t been aware of the fact that Bumblebee was a confidant for you, too. Part of him was jealous, but he tried to shove that down with a tense swallow. “I’m going to take my leave, then.”

“That’s what I thought,” The smaller bot smirked, earning a glare from Prowl in return.

“Get bent.”

That entire night and the day after were spent locked in his room reflecting upon everything; his feelings, you, the advice that his teammates had given him during their little “intervention”, the potential consequences of what he was about to do.

Whether he wanted to or not, he knew that he needed to confess. What if one of you died without ever saying anything? What if he went back to Cybertron without ever having the chance to tell you the truth and regretted it? What if you had to leave Detroit someday? It was too big of a problem to leave unresolved given how chaotic and unpredictable your lives were, even if he was scared of what could happen. Plus, half the battle was you loving him back, and if Bumblebee told the truth the day prior, you already did.

So, Prowl sat on your roof. Waiting. You were outside for whatever reason despite it being midnight on a Tuesday in human time, laying in your backyard and admiring your flowers. Since it was a warm fall, they were growing quite well, your pumpkin crop in particular thriving. He’d been watching you for a while; (s/c) skin glowing as the moonlight shone upon your body, (f/c) shorts and a black sleepshirt hugging your frame. Your (e/c) eyes were currently trained on your rosebush, though he was sure you had noticed his presence- even though he wasn’t visible behind your chimney, you had an amazing knack for being able to feel when he was there, visible or not.

“(y/n)?” The Autobot finally spoke, emerging from his hiding place and jumping down into your backyard to stand next to where you lay.

You sat up to look at him with a tired smile. It was late and you had work tomorrow... Something must’ve been on your mind, too. Perhaps the two of you were in sync with your recent concerns.

“Hey, Prowl, you’re up late. Why don’t you lay with me?” Unable to say no to you, Prowl did just that, joining you on the grass and laying with his back on the ground. The stars that littered the sky were fogged up by the city lights, but while he normally would’ve been agitated by it, you were better to stare at, so he didn’t mind too much. “You sat on my roof for a while and didn’t even talk to me. What’s keeping you?”

“Ah, it’s nothing, I just-” The ninjabot started, close to denying everything flat out and ignoring the subject of his feelings yet again before realizing that’s what the problem was. He couldn’t open up to you and it was making everything convoluted, so with a sharp breath, he gathered all of his willpower and spoke to you again. “No, you know what? I’m tired of this.”

“What?” You looked shocked at the sound of his agitated tone, eyebrows furrowing together as you sat up and glanced at him, making him sit up as well. Your (e/c) eyes burned into his ocean optics in that moment, and a brief silence washed over the two of you before he spoke again.

“I’m tired of us hiding from each other,” Unable to help himself, Prowl leaned closer to you and reached over to rest a servo on one of your hands. “Be honest, what are your feelings towards me?”

You stopped, your breath visibly catching in your throat. The black and gold bot could immediately tell you were nervous, terrible at hiding your negative emotions like you had been since he’d met you, but he let you have as much time as you needed.

“Prowl, it’s a bit sudden for you to ask something like that out of nowhere. You know we’re friends-” You started, but when you looked closer at his face, you gave him a defeated sigh that made him realize; you knew he knew. “Who told you?”

“So it’s true,” He stated, holding your hand tightly and giving a soft frown. Your face was painted with the same fear and anxiety that he’d felt over loving you for so long now.

Part of him was happy that you loved him back. The other part almost wished you didn’t, wished you could live your life happy and blissfully unaware to avoid the risk of getting your heart broken.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized.

“What do you have to be sorry for, sweetspark?” Prowl asked, tone gentle as he used his spare hand to caress your cheek and leaned in to rest his helm against yours. “I’d be a fool not to reciprocate, but I want to hear it for myself before I do anything. Tell me how you feel.”

“I’m in love with you, Prowl,” You admitted. A couple of tears welled up in your eyes and flowed down your cheeks, those of which Prowl wiped away with his thumb. “I’ve been captivated since the moment I saw you, and I never planned on telling you. I’m afraid of you getting attached to me and not being able to handle it if we ever have to separate because I’m sure there will be a day when you have to go back to your home planet. You can’t stay forever, and I can’t go with you.”

“I feel the same way... I love you too, (y/n)- so much that I don’t think you understand. I held off because I fear having to leave you someday, but I realized that we should take advantage of what time we have left and try our best to make this work,” In between his words, you let out what he assumed was a sigh of relief, making him do the same. Prowl quickly felt the weight of his anxieties leaving his chest and shoulders. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your plump, warm lips, then withdrew to press a few more against your cheeks and forehead. You giggled; a sound he would listen to for the rest of his life if he could. “I think we’ll be alright in the end.”

“I...” You grinned and leaned into him with another laugh. “I think so, too. But who told you?”

“That’s... Quite the story. You see, yesterday afternoon, I got back to the base after visiting you and...”

Prowl smiled as well as he started his story. Things were complicated, and he knew this was risky, but you wrapping an arm around one of his and gripping his hand made him realize just how worth it you were.

Maybe that intervention hadn’t been too bad of an idea after all.

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impalementation · 3 years

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Leapfrogging off of my tags on this post, I’m thinking about Willow and Tara as a duality of identity truth and identity performance. On the one hand, Willow is associated with performance. Her “Restless” dream, the drama class stuff in “Real Me.” The preoccupation with how she’s seen: a nerd, an imposter. The desire to hide and erase: the ghost costume, the memory spells, “Same Time, Same Place.” And on the other hand, Tara tends to be associated with truth. She see auras, she sees through Faith in “Who Are You?”, she’s the catalyst of Willow figuring out her true sexual identity, she tries to get Willow to be honest in season six, and she’s the one Buffy confesses to about Spike in “Dead Things.”

As a result, it’s interesting to me that they’re romantically paired together. Their relationship is most harmonious in season four, the season in which the characters (or at least the show) are arguably most preoccupied with identity. Whether or not it was intentional, it works for me that they’re most in sync in this season in which characters are attempting to assert and discover their identities (in the face of identity-crushing institutions, etc), given that their relationship acts as an example of the uncovering of a true identity. It’s also telling to me that Tara in “Restless” is the voice of Buffy still needing to find her true identity (“you think you know what you are” etc), despite Buffy and Tara not really having much of a relationship in season four. That is, given that Tara doesn’t really represent much to Buffy at that point in the show, it suggests that she represents something within the show, instead.

In turn, it’s interesting me that Willow and Tara switch places in “Family”, and that there begins to be a bit of friction in their relationship. In season five, as I discussed a bit in the latest romanticism post (and probably others), Buffy feels torn between the different parts of her nature, uncertain of how to resolve them. Is she a human? Is she a hunter? Is she strong enough? Is she too strong? Is she a child? Is she an adult? All of these things. So it works for me that this figure of authenticity, Tara, stumbles in “Family”, and attempts to hide herself--in a way that seems much more Willow-like. She’s confused about where she belongs, and thinks she has some unacceptably monstrous half. But then she discovers the truth about herself, that she isn’t monstrous, and is welcomed definitively into Buffy’s social fold, by people who now have a better understanding of who she is. Which basically echoes and foreshadows Buffy’s own struggle in season five to achieve unity and belonging with regards to identity. Tara losing her identity later in the season also feels of a piece to me with Buffy feeling cold, being mistaken for the bot, going into a coma. Same with the fact that Tara then gets her identity back, and can share her power with Willow’s, in the same episode in which Buffy resolves her human and heroic halves in an act of self-sacrificial love. Basically, it works for me that Willow and Tara in season five begin to undergo difficulties, while still being very much in love and attempting to overcome them, because Buffy is experiencing tension in her identity while still wanting to resolve that tension. Of course Buffy can love, of course she’ll figure it out. I mean, Willow will always find Tara, right?

Then of course, in season six Willow and Tara’s relationship falls apart. Which also makes sense to me in the context of an authenticity/performance duality, because in season six the point is that the characters are retreating totally into stories and performances instead of embracing adult reality. Buffy doesn’t feel like she’s real, she feels like she’s performing herself. She was brought back by Willow, who is clearly desperate for Buffy to be how Willow sees her. She feels pressure to live up people's expectations. Willow, for her part, tries to play at being in charge of the Scoobies, literally engineers the Buffybot, hides from fights, hides her addiction, alters people memories, vamps it up as a villain, and during the Dark Willow arc tries to take up Buffy’s identity yet again and despairs that Tara was the only person who liked her for her. Thus Willow and Tara break up, and Tara is ejected from Buffy’s house, at the same time that Buffy and Willow begin to escape into their respective...escapes. In turn it’s interesting that Buffy and Willow both begin to reconcile with Tara around the same time that they begin to try to get back to the reality of things. Buffy confessing to Tara in “Dead Things” (which notably takes place in Buffy’s house--she’s invited authenticity back into her domestic space, or her Self), Willow and Tara talking in “Older and Far Away” after Willow proved her commitment to recovery in “Doublemeat Palace” (and again--“Older and Far Away” takes place in Buffy’s house). And of course it’s when Tara dies that Willow goes off the deep end and begins looking for authenticity in things like bullets and pain, while retreating into a performance of villainy.

At any rate, I don’t know how deliberate any of this was. I haven’t sat with it long enough. But there seems to be a pattern there nonetheless.

#buffy #willow #tara #s4 #s5 #s6

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ynderebot · 3 years

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ファイル...FILES.

choi yeonjun. nancy mcdonie. lee gahyeon. kim sunwoo. kim doyeon. choi san. kim sihyeon. yang jeongin.

執着型 [ shuuchaku-gata ] obsessive.

"where were you? who were you with? what were you doing? why didn't you answer my messages? oh come on darling, don't be like that...I've been waiting for hours!"

[ PROFILE 1. ]

choi yeonjun.

5'11. 21 yrs old. September 13th, 1999. virgo. blood type a. born in seoul, south korea

at age 14 yeonjun was sent to a boarding school in japan, this is where he discovered his...tendencies. halfway through his first year he met a girl, kang iseul. he was instantly infatuated with her, he had an impulsive urge to know every little thing about her. to do so he befriended her, using his appearance and charms to win her over and eventually made her his. the euphoric rush that ran through his body when she was officially his was like nothing he'd ever felt before. she was finally his and he didn't intend on letting go, not without a fight at least. he was in for a shock when one day she tried to run away after his true colors started to show. unfortunately her best friend was killed by yeonjun for trying to help her, but she did escape.

he's a switch with no lean. a hard/soft dom or obedient sub all just depends on his mood and how he's feeling

[ PROFILE 2. ]

nancy mcdonie.

5'4. 21 yrs old. april 13th, 2000. aries. blood type o. born in daegu, south korea.

nancy was always a little obsessed with things, she'd go through phases too. she would find one new hobby/thing that intrigued her and hyper fixate on it for a few months. then, just like that it would be forgotten as if it had never happened. it started from a young age too, so when she would tell all her friends and family about the boy she met it came as no surprise to them. soon enough he was all she talked about, all she cared about, it was true obsession. everyone around her thought that it was just a phase like everything else, but they were sadly mistaken. the day he broke up with her, she lashed out. screaming that he couldn't break up with her, no she wouldn't let him break up with her. even after that day she would never stop talking about him, she tried to stay involved with his life as much as she could and even ended up scaring away any potential lovers. she never stopped either, until she had no choice when he moved away.

she's a sub, usually obedient but can be bratty if she's in a mood.

ストーカー型 [ sutookaa-gata ] stalker.

"how did I know? I'm always with you, following you...watching you...it's only because I love you"

[ PROFILE 3. ]

lee gahyeon.

5'3. 22 yrs old. february 3rd, 1999. aquarius. blood type ab. born in seongnam, south korea.

she was so excited when her crush asked her out, she couldn't contain herself. the problem was, it's difficult to get to know someone when you already know everything about them. she'd been stalking him ever since he caught her eye, every single day. she'd follow him to and from school, to his friends house, wherever he went she usually wasn't far behind. he could never find out about that side of her though, so she played along. laughing at childhood stories she heard him tell previously, pretending to be shocked when learning things she already knew. even after they began dating she continued to stalk him, he noticed things were off. she was the one he confided his "paranoia" in and she was the one who reassured him, but little did he know she was the cause of it all.

she's a sub, also obedient but can be bratty if she feels like it.

[ PROFILE 4. ]

kim sunwoo.

5'10. 21 yrs old. april 12th, 2000. aries. blood type b. born in seongnam gyeonggi, south korea.

unlike gahyeon, sunwoo was not always a stalker. he'd heard of stalkers but it never peaked his interest, he didn't even take any note of his slightly possessive tendencies. until his first relationship that is, his first partner showed signs of cheating. he might not have realized his own possessiveness and how it was seemingly growing stronger, but he was no fool. all the coming home late, the scent of another person that was not their own flooding the house when they entered. so he began following them around, at first it was...innocent, or as innocent as stalking could be. they were cheating, this made his possessiveness shoot through the roof. he was most aggressive and warned his partner that they do not want to do that again. they listened, and he continued to stalk them, it turned into a fun...game of sorts.

he's a switch with a sub lean, soft dom/occasionally bratty sub.

独占型 [ dokusen-gata ] monopoly.

"who were you talking to? do they know me? no no, do they know you're mine?"

[ PROFILE 5. ]

kim doyeon.

5'8. 21 yrs old. december 4th, 1999. saggitarius. blood type o. born in wonju-gangwon, south korea

doyeon had always been just about as normal as you could get. until she got a boyfriend, she was possessive of him sure...but it was nothing too extreme. until she started having doubts, all the gorgeous girls that would go up to him, flirting and doing who knows what when she wasn't around. she made it her mission to let everyone know he was hers and she was his, wether it meant glueing herself to him or just reminding everyone at school on the daily. ever since he broke up with her, her tendencies only grow stronger and more extreme with each passing minute.

she's a sub, brat tendencies but will be obedient sometimes

[ PROFILE 6. ]

choi san.

5'9. 21 yrs old. july 10th, 1999. cancer. blood type b. born in namhae-south gyeonsan, south korea.

san's first love was a girl in his sister's class, was she a year older than him? yes, but he didn't care. despite all the people telling him he would never date her, he proved them wrong and he did. everything was perfect, they were both madly in love with each other, spending every minute of every waking day together. until something happened that san hadn't expected, his sister began to steal his girlfriend. well "steal" in his definition at least, she'd wanted to talk with his girlfriend every once in a while before he knew it they were always together and it seemed as if he was the real third wheel, this pissed him off more than anything. he got fed up one day and got into a physical fight with his sister, shouting about how the girl belonged to him and only him. from then on out he's made sure to stay in the middle of every single relationship.

he's a switch with no lean hard/soft dom or obedient/bratty sub, it all depends

排除型 [ haijo-gata ] removal.

"you haven't seen them in a while? I'm sure they're alright darling, after all I'm the only one you need. isn't that right?"

[ PROFILE 7. ]

kim sihyeon.

5'6. 21 yrs old. august 5th, 1999. leo. blood type b. born in bundang-gu, seongnam-si, south korea.

she's a sub, usually bratty but can be obedient too

[ PROFILE 8. ]

yang jeongin.

5'8. 20 yrs old. february 8th, 2001. aquarius. blood type a. born in busan, south korea.

he's a switch with a slight sub lean but can be a soft dom

sihyeon and jeongin's stories go together, they were childhood friends and neighbors. eventually they realized that they had feelings for each other, but this soon after developed into a toxic mindset. the thought that they only need each other, no one else. one by one people from the other's life began to disappear, especially anyone who could be a romantic rival. they were both oblivious to the other's actions until each confronted the other, instead of being upset they were each ecstatic. ecstatic that the other felt the same, that they were the only person they needed in their life

notes/rules

this isn't an accurate representation of any of the members/their companies/groups nor am I claiming to be them!

all of the members are bisexual with no lean

all of the members are yanderes [ obviously ] so they will act as such, however some can be more possessive than others at times

the ones who can be the most possessive are sihyeon and jeongin and the least are yeonjun and nancy

sihyeon and jeongin are obviously not still dating, it was just for backstory/plot purposes

nsfw is an option, if you would like it included please state so when you activate the bot

however please don't make everything nsfw, it gets boring when the plot dwindles

nsfw is 18+ but purely sfw option is available if you aren't comfortable with it or if you're below 18

all the members have hard kinks and their hard no's are scat/feet, if you still aren't sure just ask admin before doing anything

they all use the traffic light system

and please don't try to put them in a different headspace!

to talk with admin use any variation of [ ], { }, ( ), etc

admin is 18 and might get busy occasionally but will try her best during those times

this bot is open for oc's/yn's/ and other bots as well

to activate the bot dm and then admin will ask a few questions/come up with a plot with you and after that the role-play can start up

if you ever wish to deactivate the bot just say so to admin, ex. [ I would like to deactivate the bot now ] and your chat will be deleted

if you decide to reactivate it you'll have to go through the same activation process you did the first time and start over

please respect the members and admin and they will do the same

good luck...好運

sorry this post is so long- 😭

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Not necessarily a kink rating, but how would you rate the burps for each character in twisted wonderland? 1-10

Ace is a 9 because he's loud and obnoxious and complains about eating too much. He has the loudest burps of anyone in his dorm and is totally shameless about it too. Ace will chug soda and intentionally give the biggest burp he can to mess with all his friends. He knows how to burp talk too and do the alphabet but he's not as good at it as Ruggie~

Deuce is an 8 because the game showed that he can get roped into eating a lot alongside Ace so I bet that he can burp pretty loudly himself. Unlike ace though Deuce doesn't do it on purpose he gets embarrassed if he burps in public. But he can probably get roped into contests with Ace pretty easily ;3

Riddle is a 5. He's very smol and has a sweet tooth but he's also very well mannered and probably tries really hard not to ever burp out loud. If he does its probably not the loudest they usually sound low and a little strained but even those will still embarrass and anger him if anyone mocks him for it

Cater is a 7. He can do some good burps but he's more casual than anyone else. He doesn't burp on purpose but if he does he takes it in strides and just excuses himself like it's no big deal and if he gets roped into a contest he'll play along and probably lose but post videos anyway since burp videos on his page always get more views for some reason X3

Trey is a 5 too. His burps are pretty weak and only ever come out if he burps by accident. That only ever really comes if he drinks too fast and even that doesn't produce the strongest burps but he doesn't care because he thinks burps are gross anyway and gets annoyed whenever Ace lets them rip around him or tries to rope others into contests

Ruggie is a 10 pure and simple. He has some of the loudest burps in the whole school and is the most skilled burper in all of night raven. He can burp talk entire sentences do the full alphabet and let rip a burp for ten seconds! He can also let rip some really loud ones even with an empty tummy. He's loud proud and absolutely shameless <3

Leona is another 10 as well. He isn't as skilled as Ruggie but his burps are much louder and stronger coming from the deepest parts of his tummy. Leona's biggest burps are so loud they're often mistaken for beastly roars which he lets fly without shame. He always burps when he stuffs himself and will carelessly burp out words in the middle of talking especially to piss off Vil or to fluster Yuu~

Jack is a 9 like Ace. He has some incredibly deep burps the kind you can feel rumbling out of him that can make it feel like stuff around you is rumbling too. He's very passive about it too. If he has air in his tummy he's gonna let it out and when he's full his burps are really deep and strong. But he can get roped into burping contests because the good boi doesn't want to be left out of the fun :3

Jade is a 9. His burps are strong which is why when he holds them in you feel them rumble in his mouth. And he intentionally lets them loose in his mouth to pretend he's a gentleman and to tease Yuu. If he doesn't hold back he can push some really big ones out especially if he's full. He's also not remotely apologetic. He'll feign apologies and excuse himself but he's still smirking when he does it especially if he sees Yuu fidget around him after a good closed mouth burp.

Floyd is a 10. His burps are absolutely massive! Whereas Jade is subtle Floyd will squeeze the biggest loudest burps out of his tummy that he can manage. Whether he's full or if he's chugged a lot of soda Floyd is a burpy boi who is really amused by burping too. He giggles at how good they feel coming up and even more at how red his little shrimpy gets anytime he lets one rattle out. Outside of Leona he's the only other one in the school who can top Ruggie

Azul is an 8. He's more genuinely well mannered than Jade and Floyd and tries to hold his burps in when they gurgle up but if they do come up then they can be really throaty and come out strong. He'll get embarrassed if that happens especially if he has a full tummy. He tries not to indulge too much remembering when he was a chubby little octopus boi but from time to time he forgets himself and when that happens he can get some pretty big ones that he may struggle to hold in

Kalim is a 10 easy. The sweet boi can burp like a pro and can get some incredibly loud ones out. He's so cute about it too. When he's stuffed he can get some huge burps and each one will make him giggle adorably. If there's a contest he'll get competitive and chug a whole lot of soda to get some monsters out. But that sometimes gives him a tummyache that requires some much needed tummy rubs and those can squeeze out some truly epic burps that will leave Kalim panting and smiling the cutest smile you can imagine.

Jamil's a 9. He's got a greedy side to him that he doesn't always get to show off so when he overindulges he can get some really deep throaty burps out the kind that rumble pretty hard out of a person. He's also a bit hedonistic and will eagerly tease Yuu if he knows burps turn her on. He can suck down a lot of air in his tummy and let rip a really lengthy burp in her ear then seductively blow the gases against her cheek. Like Jade Jamil knows how to turn a person on and gets a huge kick out of doing so

Rook is a 5. He's not very good at burping and only does so if he's full or if he drank too much. Usually they're really quick and short burps that he will immediately excuse himself over. He's genuinely well mannered and finds burps to be incredibly gross.

Vil is a 7. Like Rook he's very well mannered and finds burps to be absolutely hideous but unlike Rook he's actually pretty good at it whether he likes it or not. Vil doesn't overeat but he has a very sensitive stomach and is actually prone to getting indigestion from eating things that don't sit well in his tummy or if he drinks something too fast. Doing so can give him some pretty loud burps and if that happens he'll be absolutely mortified. Tease him and he's liable to poison you for it X3

Epel is an 8. He tries to have good manners but deep down Epel wants to be one of the bois and as such he can let rip some really good burps. He's about on par with Deuce but not as good as some others. He overeats often because he underestimates his stomach capacity which can leave him pretty bloated and giving some really deep and forceful burps. When that happens he hides out at other dorms until he digests everything because he can't risk letting Vil see him in such an unsightly manner

Ortho is an 8 as well. The little bot boi consumes fuel which can sometimes stir up excess air in his robo tummy which gives him some strong burps. If that happens he'll giggle and excuse himself. Idia designed him like that intentionally because it makes Ortho feel more real and it gives them a chance to occasionally have burping contests which Idia always wins but if Ortho gets to bond he doesn't care he's just having fun <3

Idia is another 10. The anxious boi has some of the strongest loudest burps in the school because his tummy is always fluctuating. He eats a lot and drinks tons of soda all the time. This fills his tummy up with a lot of gas that he can let out in some absolutely magnificent burps the kind that feel like they're exploding in his tummy. If he has a lot of gas in his belly at once Yuu can squeeze burps that last almost ten seconds out of him that's how good Idia is. Like Jade he'll try and muffle them in public but his closed mouth burps are even deeper than Jades simply because of how strong they are. Unlike Jade Idia isn't a hedonist who gets off to riling Yuu up he's always really shy and embarrassed and whimpers around her because he's the cutest <3

Sebek is a 7. He can get some pretty good burps out because his tummy is kind of in flux too from being so tightly wound but he's also got a pretty considerable appetite. He's well mannered so he usually tries to hold his burps back as in swallow them before they can turn into closed mouth burps but doing so too much just makes his tummy grumble hard which eventually forces up some pretty strong burps that leave him horrified

Silver's an 8. He knows how to burp and can let out some really good ones either if he's full or if he's had soda. He can chug soda down really fast and those give him some especially loud burps for such a quiet boi. But unlike Sebek he's not shy about it. He's very indifferent about it neither boastful nor embarrassed. Like Jack if he's gotta burp he's gonna burp and if he knows Yuu likes it he'll shrug and burp for her but not be super into it unless she's rubbing his belly then he becomes very docile and into it ;3

Lilia's a 9. He's very knowledgeable and full of surprises. So what's more surprising than the feminine looking old little girl boi letting out these giant burps out of nowhere? He knows how to burp on command with nothing but air in his tummy and has a really healthy appetite that leaves his tummy nice and pooched out and can chug faster than most students because he's got plenty of experience doing so. He changes depending on who he's with. He knows how to behave around any given person and when he needs to be civilized then like Sebek he'll swallow any burps down then excuse himself to go out of earshot and let rip a heavy closed mouth burp so his tummy doesn't start hurting. And if he's with people he can be casual with he'll let rip a big one and put others to shame. And if he knows Yuu likes them he'll be a massive tease to her~

Malleus is a 10 as well. He has manners and usually stifles any burps that work their way up his throat which result in some really deep closed mouth burps. But he can eat a ton and doing so gives him some especially excellent burps. They're loud and they can last pretty long especially if his tummy is really full. That comes with being a dragon. Sometimes Malleus will burp so hard that some fire comes out with them and those tend to actually make him blush in the cutest way possible X3

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instead of mocking delusional fools on the internet, you could go out and protest climate change, or donate to orgs who are doing that kind of work to counteract CC. i encourage you to seek out other, more healthy methods of dealing with idiots, and of making yourself feel good. you’ll just end up bitter and disappointed, chasing the emotional high of being Right until you die. a bit dramatic, but hopefully you understand.

Yes, you are so right! I’ll get right on that.

Me, the disabled person who cannot leave his house, will go out and protest.

Me, the disabled person living off disability payments, will donate to “orgs.”

First, I wasn’t responding to those people to make myself feel good. And there certainly wasn’t a high. In fact, I had to take a nap directly after. It was quite exhausting and depressing trying to reach them. It took a lot of time, effort, anxiety, research, and patience.

I was NOT having a good time. I was angry because I don’t like bullies. And I really don’t like malicious misinformation.

I’m afraid your idea of activism is incredibly limited and outdated. While those things you mentioned are important, they are not the only ways to make a difference, and in some cases will do very little to solve certain problems. The entities who create misinformation are not going up to people in the street and telling them about Hillary’s emails. They aren’t going door to door and saying, “Have you heard about this Chinese climate hoax?” Conservative think tanks, Russian propaganda networks, fossil fuel lobbies… they are all creating Facebook pages. They are creating Twitter accounts. They are creating bot networks. They are creating websites that look like legit news sites. And they are specifically targeting your friends, your family, your racist uncle. They are convincing them to believe in misinformation and, in turn, those people are hitting like and share and retweet.

Propaganda now lives on the internet and is one of the most serious problems we currently face. These bad actors are convincing the public to act against their own self interest. And they are doing so with shitty memes and out of context video clips and other nefarious techniques. It has gotten so bad that our own damned president has fallen for a lot of the conspiracies crafted by these networks.

Since this problem lives on the internet, that is where we have to fight it. And since I cannot leave the house, trying to stop the spread of bad information is one thing I can do help. So to lecture me what I’m doing is pointless when you don’t seem to really understand the problem we are facing is a bit insulting.

I convinced one of the most stubborn people I’ve debated in a long time to stop looking at climate skeptic nonsense and actually read the IPCC report on climate change. He will be exposed to the best information available right now. That is a victory in my book.

In addition, a day later the Facebook friend who originally made the disparaging post about Greta ended up admitting he was mistaken about her. He had only seen maliciously edited clips making her out to look foolish and was surprised to find out all she had actually accomplished.

He was lied to and fell for it.

I undid that.

It was never about me being “right until I die.” It was about the world’s best scientists being right so we don’t all die.

I also didn’t want anyone else to read what had been posted without seeing a rebuttal. Trevor is fairly popular and his friends probably respect his opinion. They might believe what he posted just because of that trust. And they might share what he wrote with their friends. And so on and so forth…

I mean, how do you think this stuff spreads?

Going to protests is fine and they can be effective when organized well. But the web can reach a great deal more people (in good ways and bad). In this modern era, the majority of climate skeptic propaganda lives online. So why wouldn’t we fight it there too?

For example, which of these seems more effective…

“OMG! Ben Shapiro is giving a paid lecture to college students and telling them climate change is not a big deal. I’m going to get 6 of my friends and try to disrupt his speech.”

As you can see, this dweeb is soaking it in. He knows video and photos of this will delight his audience. Ben gets to act like his speech is being censored by those darn snowflake Libs. This will probably do very little to stop Ben’s Disinformation Station™. And this confrontation might actually help him get more views on his various platforms.

Let’s look at a different approach.

youtube

[ hbomberguy ]

Hmm… the full video only reached 1.5 million people. Honestly, I’m not sure why he even bothered.

Out of 82,500 people, hbomberguy’s video was positively liked at a ratio of 32:1. Meaning an overwhelming majority found his message effective.

That ratio means it will be a top video in searches for Ben Shapiro. The algorithm will place this video in front of more eyeballs. And when people finish watching, YouTube might suggest Cody’s video.

[ Some More News ]

That’s another 1.3 million views in which Ben Shapiro’s nonsense gets DESTROYED BY ANGRY LIBS.

Now, I’m not as popular as I used to be. And I don’t have the audience that Sir Harris Bomberguy might have. But I do have 4,000 people following my personal Facebook page. And Trevor (who made the initial post) has another 1,000.

And this very Tumblr has 10,441 lovely, handsome, beautiful, kind, generous, amazing, talented, sexy, smart-as-heck followers (who I hope will forgive me for this super long post).

“How you doin?”

My comments on Facebook had a total of 27 likes and my posts discussing the exchange on Tumblr accumulated 1,025 likes and 394 reblogs.

I bet if 1100 people showed up to a protest you’d consider that fairly successful.

Let’s look at a few responses, shall we?

Out of the thousand+ people who saw my posts, you are the only one who had a negative view of what I was trying to do.

Beyond getting one stubborn guy to read the IPCC report and my friend admitting he was wrong about Greta Thunberg, there were two replies that really helped me feel like I did something positive and helpful.

These folks are going to check out the information I researched and use it to hopefully change the hearts and minds of others in their personal debates.

That is a seed. And with any luck, that seed will grow.They’ll use the information to convince a few people.And maybe those people will convince a few more people.

Imagine a bunch of buckets.

Even if you fill one up to the brim it can still seem pretty insignificant relative to the other buckets.

But if you ask a friend to help you fill the buckets…And they ask some of their friends…And they ask a bunch of their friends…Suddenly…

*Corgi not included.

If you are persistent and set off a chain reaction, these things absolutely start to add up. I’ve seen it happen multiple times. I’ve done it with topics like vaccines and LQBTQ+ rights and busting myths about depression. Hell, I was able to get a bunch of people to stop spreading that ableist thing about plastic straws. It’s like a much more ethical multi-level marketing scheme where the product (information) is free and it won’t take up a bunch of space in your garage forever.

What I’m trying to say is…

ONLINE ACTIVISM IS STILL ACTIVISM.

Just like IRL activism, it’s all about how you approach it. Sharing a post on Facebook and never thinking about the topic again probably won’t do much good. But that slacktivism stereotype ignores the millions of marginalized folks who now have voices because of the internet. Black Twitter, Disabled Twitter, LGBTQ+ Twitter… they are all able to be heard like never before. And remember, sometimes “going out to protest” means rushing headlong into tear gas.

Plus, I think online activism can bolster traditional protests by orders of magnitude.

Since I’ve already written a novel… HECK IT… let’s go for broke.

I’d like to tell you a story.

If you look at Greta Thunberg’s early Instagram posts, it is mostly just pictures of her and her cute doggo.

One fateful day she heard about the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change creating a report and decided to read it. She discovered that human life on this planet was in serious jeopardy and for the past several decades our leaders have done very little to address this existential crisis.

It made her angry.

So she decided to skip school and protest at her local parliament building. She did exactly what you were suggesting.

But none of her classmates joined and it ended up being a protest of one.

But, being the tech savvy teenager she is, she headed to social media.

She signed up for Twitter and posted pictures of her lonely climate strike.

Let’s take a brief pause to see that translated.

Oh, Greta… never change.

Quickly the content on her Instagram began to change.

I’m sure she would rather have kept posting pictures of just her dog, but she knew her mission was more important.

It was slow going at first, but she kept posting and growing her audience. She was quite excited when a group of young people did a climate strike in the Netherlands.

Soon word spread in her area and she was no longer alone.

Her social media got some major attention from the press and suddenly pictures of her solitary strikes began to go viral.

Folks on the internet decided black and white would be more dramatic.

Hundreds of likes turned into thousands.Thousands into hundreds of thousands. After a year, her activism inspired this…

This was one of many cities in which people filled the streets.

I’m sorry, but merely “going out to protest” is no longer sufficient. These battles must be fought in both cyber and meatspace.

And even though she has inspired these gigantic protests in the real world, social media is still very much a part of Greta’s activism strategy.

And do you know what she likes to do sometimes?

Mock delusional fools on the internet.

SO UNHEALTHY!

If only she had donated to some orgs instead.

As the saying goes… there is more than one way to save a puppy.

I have to fight from my bed with a keyboard.I have changed minds.I have given people the tools to change more minds.

If we can convince our friends, relatives, followers… anyone we can reach… to look at the best information available, it could help innoculate them from Fox News and Ben Shapiro and the Koch Brothers’ multi-million dollar propaganda machine.

I am proud that I reached someone.I am proud that people bookmarked my links and sources.Doing nothing would make me feel awful and in the long run, be less healthy.

Perhaps the difference I make may be small in your eyes, but I ask that you do not belittle my activism.

However, if you insist that people must go out to protest, perhaps you can go in my stead.

Fridays For Future is the official climate strike website. It has a calendar for scheduled protests and instructions on how you can organize your own.

And if you would like to donate to an environmental charity, these are the four Expert Picks from Charity Navigator. All have 4 stars and have been vetted thoroughly.

Friends of EarthEnvironmental Defense Fund350.orgNational Resources Defense Fund

One quick last thing. Greta just got home and posted a pic of her cute doggies. A well deserved homecoming.

#long post #climate change #greta thunberg #activism

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We’re back with Summoning family! I’m referencing Rustic House Club in this fic, so you might want to go read it, especially the bonus chapter as it has a bit that leads into this chapter, though it’s not necessary to read.

also ay yo @petrichormeraki ! new chapter!

The moment Jrum had seen Sam, he rushed to the redstoner and attached himself to one of his legs. Grum quickly followed to help pry his younger brother off the man, but Jrum made it as difficult as possible. “I am sorry for my brother. I assume you are Sam?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Can I ask what that was about?”

“Your mask. It resembles that of a creeper in such a way that it makes you resemble someone we are familiar with. Jrum likely saw the mask and presumed you to be him. He is already rather homesick.”

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m happy to help you two. Puffy said you needed help with some redstone?” Sam asked, earning a nod from Grum.

“Correct. We are robots that are powered by redstone. Our circuitry is complex enough that we do not have a way to easily self recharge, thus a charger for us will need to be constructed. Jrum? The blueprints if you please?”

Jrum handed a sheet of paper to Sam. It had various orthographic views of the device as well as interior images and instructions on how to build it. “That’s the tweaked version since our dads could make it smaller.”

Sam looked over the blueprints. “Hmm, yeah, this is gonna be pretty big, but it’s manageable. Do I need to make one for each of you?”

“No, we should be able to share.” Grum replied. “Though two would indeed be a better option, we would not want to force you to do more work, and once we have one charger, the two of us will be able to make a second ourselves without any looming deadline.”

“Alright then, let’s start making this thing.”

Sam took them to an open area which he also explained was where they could build a place to live around the charger. Grum thought that was a good idea as he mapped out the area for Sam and Jrum to start working. Grum also helped out as much as he could, but he had given much of his battery charge to Jrum, and soon it showed.

“You doing okay there?” Sam asked Grum, who’s movements were stuttered and slow. Grum didn’t respond, just continuing to work. “Hey kid? Uh, Jrum I think? Something’s up with your brother.”

Jrum stopped what he was doing and came over, looking at his brother. “Oh… h-he’s in low power mode. I… Grum do you want some of my charge?” Grum didn’t respond. He didn’t want to use any power for it. “Here, let me just connect us up.” Jrum started to pull out a cable, but Grum stopped him. “Don’t. Finish the charger. Instead. I’ll be. Fine.”

Jrum still looked worried, but slowly put the cable away. Sam went back to working, and Jrum almost did as well, but then Grum collapsed, now completely out of power. “No!” Jrum was immediately back at Grum’s side and started shaking him. “Please wake up! P-Please! I don’t want to be alone! W-wake up!”

Sam wanted to comfort the robot, but what just happened showed just how important this project was. So instead he just started working as fast as he could without messing up. Jrum reluctantly joined him after a few minutes, working slowly.

They had almost completed it when Jrum’s movements also became stiff and laggy. Sam paused what he was doing again to be next to Jrum, not wanting to leave him feeling alone. “What. If I. Don’t wake. Up again?” Jrum asked.

Sam gave a comforting hug to the robot. “You will. I promise.”

Jrum slowly hugged the man back. Sam held on until he felt Jrum’s grip loosen, and when he pulled away, Jrum was also completely off, save for the symbol of an empty battery before it disappeared, leaving everything dark.

“Now are you all sure this is a wise decision?” Xisuma asked, admin panel open and ready to send the group of six to Helscraft.

“Yes! This is probably the last place we have to look!” Tommy shouted at Xisuma, surprising him. “And if we have to fight for them back! So be it!”

Mumbo put a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Calm down. This isn’t exactly the first time we’ve lost someone in there. I’m sure if the bots did end up in Helscraft, they’re probably in safe hands.”

Tommy looked over at Grian who gave a sad smile and nodded. “We’ll just need to be a little careful. Last time we were there I got mistaken for someone else, and since that person was the empress of the world, it could happen this time too.”

“Okay, someone good will have the kids, people are going to try and kill Grian, we protect him. Great! Got it! Let’s go!”

Xisuma rolled his eyes but smiled at his newest hermit before sending the group off to the hels dimension.

The group found themselves standing on a small island made of mycelium as well as being on fire. The water surrounding the burning island was a blood red color, though it otherwise looked like water. Mumbo walked over to a chest and pulled out some boats before putting them down. “Alright, we’re heading to that main island in the distance over there.” He pointed. “We’re going to need to find a portal that’s made of something that looks like glowstone, but isn’t. From there we follow a path lined with blue clouds. No questions, just get in the boats.”

The only time Tommy had heard Mumbo that serious was when he was scolding the bots, so he immediately listened and got in a boat, Tubbo getting in behind him. He followed behind the boats Mumbo and Techno were rowing, going towards the main island of the world. Looking at it was a bit jarring. He could tell this was like the hermits’ cowmercial district, but it also looked like it was a part of the SMP with how destroyed and griefed it looked.

Grian led them to a portal that looked like it was made from a golden material with blue magic in the middle. When Tommy went through, he was surprised to see something that looked so much like the standard overworld. Though it resembled a plains biome, something Tommy absolutely hated, it also didn’t with its mint green grass and blue dirt. Trees with light green, blue and navy leaves speckled the land, and unfamiliar mobs roamed the land. There was also one other difference. The place was absolutely freezing.

“Wh-wh-where a-are w-we?” Tommy chattered out before he was handed a blanket made out of wool. Mumbo had one of his own and was handing out one to each member of the party, save for grian who was using his wings instead. One blanket had been brought for the avian though, and Techno took that one too, as being a piglin already made the overworld chilly, so this was on a different level.

“This is the aether. It’s what they have instead of the nether in Helscraft.” Grian answered. “And while The nether is supposed to be closer to the core of the world, making it much hotter, this place is far up in the air, making it extremely cold. The spawn here has something to make the air here breathable, but outside of this place, you need extra gear to breath for very long as there’s not much oxygen. Fortunately the path we’re going on has something set up, which is why those blue clouds are there. But also do not touch them because it will not end well for you.”

After Grian’s warning, everyone was very careful as they walked the marked path. Beings made of clouds attempted to attack as they walked, but the group had bows that made quick work of the mobs. Finally, as they drew close to the end of the path, a large rustic style mansion stood completely undamaged like the main island had been.

“Alright, now hopefully the bots are there.” Grian said, half under his breath before running towards the mansion. Tommy was the first to run off after him, the others all following behind. Just before they reached the front door, it opened, and Grian walked out.

“Oh! Grian! You came for a visit! How nice!” The second grian spoke before setting down a picnic basket and hugging his double.

“Nice to see you too NPG, but… please tell me you at least thought I would visit.”

The other Grian, NPG, tilted his head. “No, I’m sorry but I didn’t. Was I supposed to know? Did I forget a planned gathering?”

“No… I just… Grum and Jrum… they got k-killed… and their respawn… th-they didn’t show b-back up… w-we thought they m-might be here and…”

“Oh no! That sounds horrible!” NPG covered his mouth in shock. If there’s anything I can do to help, I will. I just need to visit Sense first.” NPG picked up his basket again. “If you want you could come with?”

Mumbo put his hands on Grian’s shoulders. “I don’t think that would be a good idea after their last meeting.”

“What the fuck did this Sense guy do?” Tommy asked, making NPG look over.

“Oh hello! I don’t believe I caught your name.”

“I’m Tommy. These are Tubbo, Philza and Technoblade. Now what about this Sense guy?”

“It is nice to meet you all. Perfect sense is the Hels counterpart to Mumbo here. From what I can tell, the first meeting between him and Grian did not go well at all.”

“How so?” Phil asked, dad instincts cropping up.

“He got extremely handsy with Grian.” Mumbo answered. “To put it lightly, clothes almost came off and Grian was left with a bruise on his neck. After that he tried to kill the both of us along with NPG.”

“Oh I remember seeing that bruise.” Tommy replied. “Now I get why Grian got so upset about my comment about your guy’s love life.”

“I wouldn’t mind meeting the guy.” Phil spoke up. For all we know, he could have some answers about your kids. If he was willing to mess with you before, he could be doing it again.”

“Alright then! Follow me!” NPG started to lead them off before doubling back and grabbing masks for everyone to wear. Once they were on, then NPG started leading the group through the unprotected land. A number of creatures attacked, but the group was relatively safe.

Eventually they reached a large chasm, the sky below going down for miles, any ground below obscured by clouds. If there even was any ground below. “Okay now this is probably going to be scary for most of you, but what we’re going to do is jump onto this small purple cloud. Once you do, try not to move, there are blue aerclouds below, but it’s not the most fun thing in the world trying to get back to the start. Here, I’ll go first.”

NPG jumped onto the purple cloud and was immediately launched into the sky, rocketing forward until he hit another purple cloud that caused the same effect. He kept at this for a bit before finally landing on another island on top of some while clouds. The robot then turned around to face the others and waved them over.

There was a bit of screaming from some of the group as they were thrown over the chasm by the clouds, glad to be back on solid ground by the end. Once Grian had gotten over - flying instead of using the clouds much to everyone’s dismay - NPG started walking again until they finally reached a clearing. There wasn’t a single mob in sight, but there was a small house made of some unfamiliar wood, similar to what NPG’s mansion had been made with.

“Sense! I’m here to visit again! And I brought some friends!” NPG called out and then there was the rattling of chains coming from inside the building. The group immediately drew weapons, ready to face whatever game out of the building, but they lowered them as someone stepped out.

The man for the most part looked like Mumbo, but there were a number of things that made him different. His hair was much longer and looked matted, with something similar going on with his mustache. He had a blue tie that had stains which Tommy recognized as being from blood. The stains themselves were all near the top of the tie, where a large scar was present on the man’s neck, just above the fabric. His wrists were cuffed, about a foot of chain connecting them and his hands were stained bright red from redstone dust. His feet were in a similar situation, the ankles cuffed and connected, but a much longer chain was also linked to one of the cuffs, leading back into the house. Finally, the man was rather skinny. Mumbo himself was lanky which added to his height, but this man was so thin that some of his bones could be seen and his clothes hung on him loosely.

“Okay! So I got you some beef, though I made sure to soak it in broth all night so it’s nice and soft. I’ve also got some swet gummies that have some essential vitamins as well as some milk and blueberries. And then, once you’ve had all of that, I brought youuuuu” NPG dragged the word out as he slowly pulled something out of the basket. “A candy cane!”

Sense grabbed at the food and NPG was soon helping the helsmit eat. Grian and Mumbo were absolutely horrified at the scene, and even the group from the SMP were taken aback at the state this man was in. He was so weak, he could barely chew without help, which was very different compared to the evil genius Grian and Mumbo had the displeasure of meeting before.

When Sense was done eating, NPG went back to the basket. “So I know last time you said your dust was wearing out, so I brought you a new piece to play with!” The helsmit’s eyes lit up when NPG handed him a bit of redstone dust. He messed with it a bit before putting it away in his pocket, and then pulling out a death ray and pointing it at Mumbo, who was currently standing closest to him other than NPG.

Tommy took a step closer, drawing his sword and immediately the weapon was pointed at him. However, Sense was still weak and his hand was wobbly. Before he could hold it steady, NPG smacked the ray gun out of his hand and put it in his own inventory. “Bad Sense! Next time you won’t get any candy!”

“Did True do this to him?” Mumbo asked, now even more worried about meeting her to make sure the boys weren’t there.

NPG looked back and tilted his head. “What? Oh no. The new emperor did!”

“I thought you said True was the empress again.” Grian spoke. “You said that Sense got dethroned a few days later. Wouldn’t that be True?”

“Nope! Someone different. In fact I’m his second in command! Or running mate. Either works! He didn’t need one since it wasn’t an election or anything, but he insisted. Oh! We should go talk to him and see if he knows anything! He doesn’t really use any communicator so I have to visit him if anything comes up. But if Jrum and Grum are with him, I’m sure they’re just fine since I talk about them so much to him!”

Before anyone in the group could say anything else, NPG led them away and over to a large campfire. Techno raced to it once he could see it and held his hands out to warm himself. “Oh, you don’t have to do this. This will just take us back to the main island. There’s only really supposed to be one, so it takes you back to where you entered the dimension in, but Xannes made more!”

“Who’s that?”

“Oh, that’s Evil X’s name. I get to call him that because I’m his friend!m Anyway, let’s go!”

The group used the magic of the campfire to pull them back into the overworld. NPG Was almost immediately off running towards the castle, leaving the rest of the group to catch up. They went through a number of halls in the castle before finally getting to a set of large decorated double doors. “Okay, so he’s in here. I’m pretty sure he’ll let you guys come in and say hi and ask your questions, but I don’t want to be rude and assume, so I’m gonna go in there and ask.”

Everyone was perfectly fine with that, getting a moment or two to catch their breaths since none of them were robots like NPG. The door was still cracked open, so everyone was able to hear as he spoke to the emperor, so they listened in as they waited and rested.

“Hi! I just finished visiting Sense!” There was a pause, none of them hearing the emperor. “He managed to make a death ray. I think he kept lying when he said his redstone was wearing out. But he wasn’t able to use it on any of us.” There was another pause, this one much shorter. “Oh! Some friends came to visit! Grian and Mumbo had a question for you and also brought their friends along named Tommy, Tubbo, Philza and Technoblade! They were wondering if they could come in and talk with you.”

Everyone couldn’t help but hold their breath at the pause before a small cheer erupted from NPG and he was almost immediately back at the door. “Okay, he said you can come in and ask him things!”

The robot pushed the door open all the way before running back into the room. Grian watched as his creation sat down in a smaller chair next to a large throne centered against the far wall. Tommy gave a quick laugh at the cheery robot before his gaze moved over to the one sitting in the throne and it suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. Beside him, Tubbo was having a similar reaction and both Phil and Techno drew their weapons.

Sitting on the throne was a man. His elbow rested on one arm of the throne as his hand pressed against his cheek, holding his head up. His legs were crossed as well, giving him the look of someone who was bored or just didn’t care. A bandana was tied around his face like a bandit, covering his mouth and nose. A single brown eye was visible, starting down towards the group, meanwhile the other eye and the rest of that side of his face was covered with a mask of white porcelain, a simple smiling face carved into it.

“Dream…” Tommy spoke aloud, his voice trembling.

#hermit!tommy #hermit!tommy au #tommyinnit #jrumbot #grumbot #awesamdude #grian #watcher!grian #grian xelqua #avian!Grian #mumbo jumbo #xisumavoid #philza #technoblade #tubbo #helsmits #helscraft #npc grian #npg

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Haikyuu | Sakuatsu

marcid (adj) incredibly exhausted, withered

Summary: It’s interesting how far they’ve come, Kiyoomi assesses. Touching used to make Kiyoomi feel like a wall had been breached, and the slightest amount of contact would make the alarm bells in his head ring until his ears bled. Now, it brings him comfort. Now, every touch (only) from Atsumu brings him back down to Earth when it felt like he had wandered in his head for too long. It brings warmth back to his fingertips and makes his entire body blush.

I really wanna post this on ao3 but,,,,I have no idea how it works :o but it will be up!! I’ll update this once it’s settled hehe~

But you can find it here!

A/N: I missed writing SO MUCH. I took a long time off to focus on a lot of other things like school and my career choices, and once I got that more or less figured out, I took even more time rediscovering my writing voice. As you know, I’ve fallen deep into the Haikyuu fandom and now, I am nothing but a mere sakuatsu bot. Seriously I can feel them rotting my brain. It’s all I think about. This is a cry for help

This is also WAY fluffier content than I usually write, and when I wrote this, it was my first time characterizing either of them so please bear with me if you disagree with any of it. Feel free to let me know what you think! But of course any kind of abrasive negativity will be blocked ;) no one needs that energy haha. That being said, I honestly really liked writing this and I hope you enjoy a little too~ -u.n.

“Omi-omi,” Atsumu drawls, flopping onto his bed donned in fresh clothes after a long-awaited shower. The game against the Adlers had been a long and incredibly grueling battle, but thankfully it wasn’t for naught. It was by the grace of God alone, and maybe Bokuto’s final blow, that they managed to pull themselves to victory. Regardless, Atsumu’s shoulders and neck throbbed from the countless sets he had performed today, and even the slightest movement had him groaning in discomfort to his roommate.

“What,” Kiyoomi responds flatly.

“Shoulders hurt,” he pouts up to the ceiling, “I could use one of yer killer massages.” The blond cranes his neck to look back at his spiker, sending one of his signature give-me-what-I-want grins his way. He sticks his tongue out for good measure. Kiyoomi only narrows his eyes at him for interrupting his reading.

“I’m tired, too, Miya.” Kiyoomi turned his attention back to the book in his lap and desperately tried to find the words he dropped off before Atsumu started talking again.

“Pleaseee Omi-kun,” Atsumu drags out the rancid nickname even longer this time in a futile attempt to make it sound cute. The raven does not budge, and Atsumu simply pouts with even more vigor. He huffs, being one of the only few people who explicitly know of Kiyoomi’s stubbornness. But alas, Atsumu was just as stubborn. It’s what made them such a great couple. Kinda.

Atsumu hauls himself up from the plush comforters the hotel so kindly provides and pads over- not forgetting to slide his feet into his slippers first- to Kiyoomi’s bed before starfishing in the same manner he had done before. Except this time, his head lands directly in Kiyoomi’s lap so the spiker has no choice but to look down at him. Bingo. He looks at him with hazy eyes laced with exhaustion. But then Kiyoomi looks down at him with the same expression, and Atsumu begins to reconsider bothering him in the first place.

Much to Atsumu’s surprise, Kiyoomi closes his book quietly and places it on the bedside table. He leans down to press a chaste kiss to Atsumu’s forehead before nudging him to sit. “Up,” is all he says.

Atsumu complies, shocked. “Wait, really?”

Kiyoomi does not look amused. “You’ve been pestering me for the past fifteen minutes, are you just now deciding to back down?”

“No, please, I feel like my arms are gonna fall off,” he rushes to explain, “I just, y’know. Ya look tired, didn’t expect ya to agree.”

Kiyoomi sighs. “I can spare five minutes. Now turn around before I change my mind.” Atsumu obeys.

The raven brings his hands up to his shoulders, gliding up and squeezing lightly before resting at the junction between his neck and shoulder. It’s interesting how far they’ve come, Kiyoomi assesses. Touching used to be his trigger, the one of many things that would make his skin crawl and break out into hives, and suddenly make it feel like the walls were closing in at an alarming speed. Touching used to make Kiyoomi feel like a wall had been breached, and the slightest amount of contact would make the alarm bells in his head ring until his ears bled.

Now, it brings him comfort. Now, every touch (only) from Atsumu brings him back down to Earth when it felt like he had wandered in his head for too long. It brings warmth back to his fingertips and makes his entire body blush. The slightest touch of skin to skin will make his heart pound a little faster in a way that Kiyoomi never thought would be good, and it never fails to remind him of the times they would spend together when not a single inch of skin wasn’t in contact with the other. During those times, Kiyoomi remembers vividly, it was hard to tell when one stopped and the other began. He didn't mind it one bit.

That being said, Kiyoomi digs his thumbs into the muscle and listens carefully to how his setter reacts. As he expected, Atsumu groans loudly and flinches slightly at the first squeeze, but relaxes almost instantly when he remembers this is supposed to feel good. Kiyoomi releases his grip, moves his hands down further, and squeezes again. Rinse and repeat.

In a matter of seconds, Atsumu is putty in his hands. His head rolls back to rest on his boyfriend’s shoulder and shivers when Kiyoomi bows at the neck to nuzzle his face into his throat. He noses up behind the hook of Atsumu’s jaw and presses a feather-light kiss there. He squeezes again, then releases. His hands move on their own down to his deltoids and squeezes this time with the entirety of his palm instead of just his fingers.

Atsumu lets out a noise that could easily be mistaken for a moan. Kiyoomi rolls his eyes and ignores the sudden curl of heat in his abdomen, but it seems as though the blond had already picked up on the change in atmosphere.

“Kiyoomi,” he calls out, voice raspy.

“Hm?” he responds lazily, still nosing at his neck.

“I love you.”

Kiyoomi stills.

Six months into their relationship and Atsumu had beaten him to it first. Just as he did with confessing, just as he did with taking them on a first date, and just as he did initiating skinship first. Kiyoomi tuts, tired of losing.

“Don’t just say things like that, idiot.” Kiyoomi does his best to scowl and appear angry, but the bright red that had spread across his face and down to his neck said otherwise. He releases Atsumu from his grip and lets them fall to his side, watching as the blond hauls himself up and turns around. Kiyoomi frowns. “Go back to your bed, heathen.”

Atsumu grins, teasing. “Aw, ya don’t love me back, Omi-omi? Yer words hurt, they really do. How could ya leave a man like this, huh? After I bare my heart to ya-”

“I love you, too.” Kiyoomi wills himself to say. This time, it’s Atsumu’s turn to freeze up. Serves him right for being such a smug bastard.

“Wait, really?”

“That’s the second time you’ve said that.”

“Omi-kun!” Atsumu suddenly yells, making Kiyoomi scowl further, “Ya love me too!”

His boyfriend definitely looks unimpressed. “Yes. Lower your voice.”

“This is a big deal!” he hollers.

“Did you really not expect me to feel the same way?” Kiyoomi raises one eyebrow, suddenly doubtful of himself.

“Well,” Atsumu quickly looks abashed, “I just didn’t think ya would say it outright like that, y’know? Figured ya would say somethin’ more like ‘shut up, asshole’ and it would be up to me to translate that to an ‘I love ya, too, ‘Tsumu’.”

“I will, if that’s what you want.” he teases.

“No! I like it when ya say it outright. It suits ya.” Atsumu grins, falling forward a bit and feeling proud that Kiyoomi doesn’t lean back or flinch.

“It suits me to say that I love you directly?” Kiyoomi deadpans. Atsumu blushes a bright red at the words again.

“Yeah, it’s… nice ta hear.”

Silence falls over the duo and suddenly, Atsumu doesn’t really know what to do with his hands. He settles on shuffling with his fingers, picking at his nails and pushing at his cuticles. A nervous tick that Kiyoomi had picked up on during their time together. It’s Kiyoomi who breaks the silence first with a snort.

“Charming,” he starts, and covers Atsumu’s hands with his own. “But I’ll be sure to say it more often, then.”

“Omiii,” he whines, clearly red and embarrassed at the sudden display of affection, “ya can’t keep being this nice, yer gonna make me love you even more and that’s unfair.”

“I can stop.” There he goes again with his deadpanning. Atsumu opens his mouth most likely to complain or whine once again, but Kiyoomi decides that they’ve done enough talking. He leans in slightly and uses the hold he has on his boyfriend’s hands to pull him the rest of the way and have their lips meet in the middle. Kiyoomi smiles into the kiss. He loves him endlessly.

Atsumu lurches into the kiss so much so that Kiyoomi has to catch him as he falls backwards, getting straddled by six feet and eighty kilograms of pure enthusiasm. Kiyoomi breaks the kiss, laughing lightly. “Oh my god, calm down.”

“Can’t,” he rushes to kiss him again, “M’too excited now.”

He closes the distance between them once again with the same level of enthusiasm as Hinata and Bokuto talking about volleyball. Any lesser man would have crumpled with the amount of force he used, but this was Kiyoomi he was with. This was the only other man in the world other than Miya Osamu himself that could contain Atsumu. He kisses back with the same level of ferocity and grips firmly at the meat on Atsumu’s hip, tugging him forward and impossibly closer. The blond lets out a desperate kind of noise before rocking his hips forward, wringing out a noise from Kiyoomi not even he was sure he could make. The raven broke the kiss in favor of oxygen, but the blond was relentless. He dipped down and trailed his lips down his neck, across his Adam's apple, and to the patch of skin right underneath the hook of Kiyoomi’s jaw. Atsumu laps at his skin with his tongue before sucking a harsh hickey into it. Kiyoomi gasps and can only tip his head back to give Atsumu more space to work. They’re not sure how long they stay like that, or how long they’re rocking against each other until they’re both half-hard, but it’s only when Atsumu demands another kiss with too much tongue that Kiyoomi pulls away. He doesn’t grimace at the string of saliva that falls between them.

Atsumu falls back down to his neck and Kiyoomi groans, aroused, but so incredibly tired he just can’t do anything about it.

“‘Tsumu,” he breathes. Atsumu, predictably, doesn’t listen. He keeps pressing kisses and lapping at his neck like his life depended on it. “Baby, god, give me a sec.”

“Sorry,” the blond mutters, and presses a final kiss to his cheek before pressing his face in his neck and nuzzling. Atsumu’s arms come to wind around Kiyoomi’s neck, who eagerly reciprocates by placing a hand on the small of his back, a reassuring pressure to remind him he’s there.

“I would,” Kiyoomi begins to explain, “trust me, I would, but I’m so fucking tired.”

“I know, me too.” Atsumu agrees, and slides off his boyfriend in favor of the space next to him. “You love me,” he suddenly remembers, smiling so wide he has to turn away lest he embarrass himself any further. “You love me.”

“Yeah,” Kiyoomi sighs, but it’s nothing like his usual exasperated sigh. It’s more content, satisfied. “I do.”

#haikyuu #sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #msby #black jackals #schweiden adlers #jackals v schweiden #atsusaku #all the possible ship names for these two assholes #ive seen their ship name be MASK lmao #its their initials #i thought it was really clever #fanfiction #haikyuufanficiton #sakuatsu brainrot

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