#please don’t reblog if we are not moots I’m not sure if I should block the reblog kvndjdndjdj

[yoohyeon]

After probably what been 9 hours total, I finally finished my monsta x songs tier list 😳

Here’s the og one I used ! 💚 Don’t reblog if we aren’t moots

[sixpennydame]

"so if eruri is triggering for you, I’d suggest you start filtering certain tags so you can curate the kind of experience you want here."

I guess you think I don't really filter them out, but you're wrong. Believe me, no matter how much I ban everything related to this ship, it comes up in every way. For example eruri shipper Levixreader writers. Even in the Hcs/fanfic's they write, they are in every way squeezing their own ship under the guise of "this is not ship discourse" and they write the dynamics of that ship under the name of 'levixreader' in order to show that their ship is canon. And you naively Rb'd them and think that Levi's character is really like that. He's a perpetually angry man, he's a cruel selfish man who hates the weak and who hates the weak and who immediately abandons you because he's weak, who puts his feelings for erbin ahead of his duties 🥺 who puts humanity through hell for erbin. but someone who is a dog and a softy for him and someone who threw S/o out of the window for him. Yes he loves S/o but he would even sacrifice S/o for the landlord whose dog he is 😔 But again keep saying "great Levi fic post 😭".

And that's what I'm talking about when I say don't let them manipulate you, because even one of your recent articles is similar to their writing style. I wouldn't be surprised if you soon write Levi as an ass upturned, bed whining, super fanon twink whiny lowlife sub. One of your Rb's in particular is a super delulu shipper levixreader writer, and they so much portray Levi as Erwin's lapdog, order dog, loyal dog, someone who never questions whatever action he takes, never wavers in his loyalty, that Cosmic finally had to write them a misleading reply that Levi is not like that Lmaoo. And they are egotistical and self-righteous enough to say "I know better than you" when they see criticism that contradicts their fanon thinking. Man its 2024 and fucking ackerbond has been debunked years ago and even Isayama's dusty old interviews deny it. Yeah, no matter how much I filter eruri, I see exactly that in both Levi tags and Levixreader tags 🙃 and now whenever I want to read fic or browse Levi posts, I have to look at them with hesitation and fear. I don't understand if I should filter Levi directly?

I'm so tired that I would love for Isayama to drop a bombshell that will disprove both the selfshippers and shippers and all their rhetoric, all their Hc's, and leave us all in a big disappointment. For example to give him a really random female partner. Or I would like him to write a characterization where he really doesn't care about everyone and throws them into the fire, where he thinks about himself and his life instead of thinking about them, where he focuses on himself, where he is truly selfish. Then we wouldn't have to see discourses, dramas and fights like "Levi cared about X the most" "He did this and that for X" "Levi doesn't have a canon ship, but if he did it would be X"

*sighs heavily*

I don’t know what to tell you, Anon. If my reblogging and my moots bring you so much distress, you are free to block me.

I refuse to get involved with ship discourse - that’s not what I’m here for.

But I will say this: the writing I do is xreader, but I love to read and view Levi in many forms - canon and AU, eruri, LeviHan, and everything in between. I’ll be sure to make that clear on my ‘About Me’ page.

I love my moots’ writing and art, and will continue to reblog anything that I find beautiful or pleasing to me. Because that, dear Anon, is why I am here.

[quillpen-poet]

Welcome to my blog!

“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.”

I think this will serve as my intro

I’m Mel, an INFJ, 6w5

Multifandom

I am abrosexual and my pronouns are it/they

I am an aspring poet and editor!

I don’t have that much friends since I don’t really find myself fitting in with the groups of people I have currently met in my life.

Current hyperfixations are DPS and TPOBAWF (Yes, I might not be okay)

Before you follow:

Please DNI if you are not okay with having a minor as one of your moot, the block feature is an option, I’m okay with it.

DNI Basic Criteria (homophobe/transphobe, racists, mysogynists, pedos and etc) ofc!

I might post or reblog alot at some times so sorry in advance!

I might be awkward some times, pardon me for that! (jebdjbdjdbsbz I might also take time to respond so sorry about that too..,.,)

I am okay with anyone even the ones with opposite interests as me, as long as you’re cool with me!

Some Interests of mine:

I love literature! Poems, Sonnets, Proses and books!

Music is my type of escapism: Some of my favorite artists are; The Smiths, Mitski, Laufey, Phoebe Bridgers, Slowdive, Alex G, Cocteau Twins, Deftones, Radiohead, Mac DeMarco, Clairo, Chloe Moriondo, The Cranberries, TV Girl, Chappell Roan, sign crushes motorist, blink-182, my bloody valentine, Ethel Cain, SZA, Melanie Martinez and etc.. (my music taste is too diverse and weird yeah)

I love animals esp. Cats and Otters!

I think I kind of play maybe some sports: Badminton and swimming

I don’t excel that much when it comes to my academics but two things I love are biology and computer programming

I’m starting to dive deeper in movies my personal favs are: The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Dead Poets Society, Everything, Everywhere, all at once, Black Swan, Fight Club (I would love to get some suggestions!)

I kin alot of characters but the noticeable ones are Todd Anderson (I am him, no one could change it) and Neil Perry (I would’ve been him if I am outgoing lol!)

Do I have other socials?

I think this (tumblr) will be the only one for now but I have a tiktok and the username is pocketodd !

It would be nice to meet people who is cool, open-minded and welcoming!

I hope to have some moots that I could talk to anytime or to interact with! 🫶

Anyways you could use the ask thingy here in tumblr (not sure exactly what it is called) to maybe suggest ideas about contents I should post ISNIDNDIDNS But I am currently doing edits, song lyric quotes and headcanons!

If u wanna be moots, just follow me and I’ll try to follow back as soon as possible!

-From the desk of a lonely poet

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Revelation

Breach Masterlist

Warnings: non/dubcon sex (series), general angst, some blood and anger this chapter.

This is dark!Winter Soldier/Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Note: SURPRISE! I somehow got this done this morning so voila!

I won’t demand but do ask for feedback; likes, reblogs, replies, comments, asks, especially on this series, but again, enjoy in your own way! <3 Love you!

A six-hour car ride and a brief flight saw you at a second safehouse; bigger and isolated from the world in a nest of trees. Steve accompanied you alone as Howard disappeared to ‘sort out business’. You watched and listened to it all, always keeping Luka close.

Your room was as big as one of the houses you’d lived in during your days in South America. Luka wanted to stay with you and you wouldn’t have let him sleep anywhere else. James, or Bucky, whoever he was those days, looked grim as he commented how nice it would be for you to have your privacy. You didn’t dare ask him to stay in the room though you wanted it. You had grown used to his presence.

You slept the first night soundly, waking only once or twice to look at the door. The usual shadow wasn’t there. That made you frown and run your fingers through Luka’s hair. You were safe now but that wouldn’t last, it never did.

You woke yawning, the hours of sleep reminding your body of its long-hewn fatigue. You could have slept for days. You peeked out into the hallway and Luka pushed past you, sprinting out the door. You followed him and called him back to you with a reprimand. He was excited about all the new places.

“Mishka, you stay close, we’re only going to get some breakfast,” you said as you took his hand.

“Mama, this place is so big! I wanna stay here forever,” he sang as he tugged on your arm.

“Why, so you can tear the walls down?” you tutted, “What has gotten into you?”

“Papa’s friend, Steve, he told me he fights the bad guys,” Luka swung your arm, “will he fight the ones who hurt you and Papa?”

You stopped just outside the kitchen. You turned Luka to you and bent to look him in his face. “What men, mishka?”

“The one’s we’re running from,” he said innocently.

You gulped and cradled his face in your hands, “don’t you worry about that, my love, me and your father will always keep you safe.”

The boy looked confused but didn’t ask more, he only nodded and you stood with a sigh. You took his hand again and pulled him into the kitchen. You sat him on one of the tall chairs along the island counter and searched the fridge. You poured each of you a bowl of Cheerios and pushed his across to him as you leaned on the other side of the counter and spooned up the cereal.

“You’re here,” James’ voice startled you as he came to a sharp stop just inside the doorway, “you weren’t in your room, I was--”

“You said we’re safe here,” you lowered your spoon, “Luka was hungry.”

“We are safe,” he exhaled and slowly crossed the room to stand at the end of the counter.

“You want some?” you shook the box at him.

“Eat,” he took it and grabbed a bowl of his own, “I’ll get it.”

He added milk and sat beside Luka. Your son smiled at him and received a goofy look in return. There were moments James wasn’t so guarded but those were always reserved for your son, never you. When he looked at you, you only saw his guilt and pain.

“Howard will be here at noon,” James said as he turned back to you and stirred his bowl, “I’ll talk to them first.”

“Talk?” you asked.

“They need to know… everything,” he said reluctantly, “you watch over Luka while I’m with them and try not to worry. We can trust Steve.”

You nodded and scooped another spoonful into your mouth. You chewed and stared at the counter. That wasn’t what you were worried about, how could you explain all that had happened?

✰

After you ate, you took Luka to the living room and Bucky left you again. After some giddy pleas from your son, you turned on the television. There were few times in his life, and yours, that you had the luxury of a screen. You sat and watched puppets spell and count for a while before you grew bored.

Luka tired of the wooden car he’d outgrown a while ago and jumped on the couch. You tried to get him to stop but only found yourself out of breath.

“Mishka! You will break it,” you caught him mid-leap and swung him down onto his feet, “why don’t we play a game?”

“Oooh, hide and seek!” he chimed.

“I don’t know, that might not--”

“Please, papa hates that game but it’s so fun,” he clapped, “please, mama.”

“It is fun when you can only hide in the broom closet. You will get lost in here.”

“Promise, mama, I will not go far, please?”

You sniffed and stared into his hopeful eyes, James’ eyes. “You stay on this floor and do not go past the stairs, understood?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he squealed, “now mama, you have to close your eyes. No peeking.”

“I know how this game works,” you sat and covered your face with your hands, “thirty seconds, mishka.”

“Thirty?” he whined.

“Twenty-nine, twenty-eight…”

You heard his feet stamp away and you smiled, counting louder with each number. When you reached one you got up and went to the hall. You looked up and down for any telltale sign of him. Nothing was different.

You went to the kitchen and searched all the cupboards and the pantry. He wasn’t in there. As you checked the closets and still did not find him, you felt the panic rising in your throat. Your heart hammered as you ran around the stairs, he hadn’t listened!

You heard a voice, a high pitch you knew well. The front door was open just a crack and you ripped it open as you followed Luka’s sing-song. He sang a Russian tune you taught him as he was carried on the back of a dark-haired man. You ran across the porch and past the armored car in the lot.

You tore Luka from the stranger’s back and both cried out in surprise. You put your son down as the man turned to you. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and punched him as hard as you could, just as James taught you. You heard the crack of his nose as you pulled back again.

“You take my son!” you snarled as he put his arm up to block your next strike and your hand gleaned off his chin, “my son! I will kill you.”

“Mama, mama,” you felt Luka tugging at your pants.

“Go inside, Luka,” you barked ready to strangle the man.

“He’s wasn’t taking me, mama, we were playing,” Luka begged, “he’s just a kid, like me.”

You stopped and looked the man in the face. Luka was right, he was sixteen, maybe seventeen, familiar even. You growled and let him go hesitantly. You pulled Luka close to you.

“Who are you?”

“I should ask you the same,” the adolescent stemmed the blood leaking from his nostrils with the heel of his hand and tilted his head back, “you sure pack a punch, lady.”

“Who?” you stepped forward again and he backed away.

“Tony,” he snorted and turned to spit up blood onto the ground, “Tony Stark, Howard’s son.”

“Howard?” you blinked, “oh, I--” you looked down at Luka who looked terrified, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I-- let me help you clean up.”

“Uh, I don’t think so,” he chuckled and backed away from you, “I think I can handle this.”

“Mama,” Luka huffed.

“I’m sorry, mishka, I did not know,” you grimaced, “I so very sorry, I really--” you looked at Tony again.

“I’m fine,” he pulled his cuff up to his nose, “really, I shouldn’t have just taken the kid.”

“I couldn’t find him, I was so scared, I--”

“Luka,” James’ voice drew you around. He stood on the porch and descended the steps carefully as he took in the scene, “what’s going on? What are you doing out here?”

“Playing a game,” you said as Tony shook his head.

“What happened to the kid?” James asked as he pointed at the bloodied teen.

“Your wife, that’s what happened,” Tony spat.

“She’s not--

“I thought he was taking Luka,” you interrupted James, “I’m sorry, I--”

“It’s okay,” he took Luka’s hand and pulled the boy close, “you did what I showed you,” he turned to the younger Stark, “you should get that cleaned up or it’ll stay crooked.”

“Uh huh,” Tony dragged his feet through the dirt towards the house, “such a pleasant little family.”

You watched him go and hung your head. You felt awful and held up your shaky hand, your knuckles sore from the assault. Bucky took your hand and looked it over.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I hurt him,” you said, “I hurt a kid.”

“He’s fine,” James assured, “I’ll talk to Stark, it’s fine.”

“I’m sorry, papa, we were playing hide and seek and I didn’t tell mama I was going outside--”

“I told you not to play that game,” James looked down at Luka, “this is why, because you scare us.”

“I’m sorry,” Luka repeated.

“Well, everyone’s safe so…” he rubbed his forehead with his gloved hand as his eyes met yours, “it’s your turn, I’ll keep and eye on Luka.”

“My turn?”

“Upstairs, they’re waiting,” James said and raised his hand as if he would touch your shoulder but instead dropped it, “answer the question but you don’t need to talk about what you don’t want to.”

You nodded and swallowed as you looked past him to the front door. There were no questions they could ask that you didn’t dread.

✰

Howard and Steve sat on the other side of the table. It felt like a real interrogation, like you’d done something wrong. And yet, as you explained your time at Hydra, from employee to experiment, neither seemed to flinch, they listened and took notes but did not show the horror you felt.

“Do you know what they were doing to your son the day of your escape?” Stark asked.

“No, I was… sedated for much of it, they took him from me and--” you shook your head, “I was so angry, I never been so angry and when I woke I felt invincible and when the doctor came, I would’ve killed him, I think.”

“And I know it’s probably a moot question but you don’t know what they were giving you? The capsules, the drip?”

“I never seen the charts,” you shrugged and looked down. 

Your hands were trembling and you were overwhelmed. It was the first time you said any of it aloud and once you started, it streamed out like a river. Now that it was all out, the emotions began to flow too.

Then the realisation and the fear. It was, easy even for you, to guess what Hydra intended for your son. He was to be like his father, more efficient than his father. You lifted your head, terrified, and glanced between the men furtively.

“My son is not a weapon,” you said, “know that and do not make him one.”

“That is not our intent,” Steve assured softly, “that is not the type of weapon we use. That’s why we’re here, away from SHIELD, away from Hydra, we can’t let this happen to anyone else but given what we know, this experiment wasn’t just shelved. There are others out there and we need to get to them before another Winter Soldier appears.”

“But how… me and James hide for so long,” you said, “we cannot possibly know--”

Steve’s throat constricted and he looked at Howard. They weren’t telling you something.

“What you have told us today is all we need from you,” Stark said evenly, “It is a start for us to uncover the rest.”

“Uncover?” you blinked and frowned, “what do you mean uncover?”

“You and James have given us locations, details, security procedure,” Stark continued, “with that, we can gain access to the information we do need and find out where they’ve moved their new Soldat operation--”

“No,” you snapped as your chest squeezed, “you would send him back there?”

“We didn’t say--”

“You don’t tell me but you think I am stupid. I know James and I know he feels so bad he would go back to die,” you snarled, “he did nothing wrong. It was not him!”

“But… you, uh, he--” Howard began awkwardly.

“Hydra did that, Hydra made him that monster and he doesn’t not owe you anything. He killed the men who would take my child from me and he kept Luka safe, he is done.”

“Look, Bucky is my best friend and I understand, it wasn’t him, but he did those things, even if it wasn’t his choice and this is what we can do, this is the deal we can offer you. He gets us that intel and you get your safe haven.”

“And if he doesn’t come back?” you stood and slammed your hands on the table, “you would kill him all over again, Steven.”

Steve reeled as if you’d slapped him and Howard raised as brow as he looked at him from the corner of his eye.

“You friend? Really?” your English became more fractured as your rage rose and you hit the table again, this time leaving a dent in the metal, “you no friend to know what you send him back to. They not kill him, not his body, and they torture his mind.”

“Please, ma’am,” Howard said calmly, “it was his idea--”

“I don’t care, you let him!” you shouted, “You think him evil but I know he not. He save me and he has son. You would let a father die.”

“Just calm--” Steve intoned.

“No, no be calm,” you began to rant in Russian as you turned and stormed to the door.

“Where-- Wait!’ The men stood and followed after you.

“I go James!” you hollered as you strode out into the hall, “he trouble!”

[rexsjaigeyes]

I’m sorry! I really didn’t meant to freak you out. I guess that does sound weird when you ask out of context☺️ I asked because in case you are, I meant to ask you something. Me as another white person in the sw fandom. I was going through some tcw art and the clones, well, they’re often fairly white and I read lots of posts from other POCs about how upsetting it is. However, I wanted to know what to do if we see such art. Should we directly message the artist?

Oh no worries anon, lol thanks for clearing that up! And this is a great question, but I want to preface this by saying that I am Asian, so I don't want to speak for other POC, (I especially don't want to speak for Māori people who have been very vocal about the topic of specifically whitewashing the clones/the Fetts); so please don't take my advice as gospel.

With that out of the way, my personal opinion is that it wouldn't hurt to try contacting the artist directly (or sending an ask on anon if you're uncomfortable) and politely pointing out the issue with their art. But I'll be honest: I have seen many people on this app (and other apps) who are quick to defend their work or make excuses for their whitewashing (example: "but they look that way in the show"). Sometimes pointing out the issue might just make the artist double down in pretending they are the victim, so my personal philosophy when seeing whitewashed art is to block the artist and make sure I don't support their work via likes/reblogs. And in most cases, I might point out to my followers or moots that the artist is producing whitewashed art so that they don't support the artist either.

I know that solution might sound harsh, but after some of the poor excuses for racism I have seen on this hellsite, it's the only thing that seems to work for me. Unfortunately, there will always be people who believe they aren't doing anything wrong and even go so far as to convince others that THEY are the victim. So I'd rather just block and spread awareness instead of trying to rationalize with people who are stuck in their own biases and echo chambers.

There are tons of great artists who draw the clones accurately—without whitewashing them—and there are plenty of other blogs who offer advice on how to be proper allies to POC in a fandom like Star Wars. It's best to support those people and reblog their work/posts to spread awareness.

TLDR: Do your best to let the artist know that what they are doing is harmful and that they should work on making the clones look more like Temuera Morrison. But be weary of artists who try to feign ignorance/innocence when the topic of whitewashing is brought up; you'd be surprised how many people know that what they are doing is problematic, yet choose not to change. Worst case scenario: if they try to play victim or block you after you contact them about the issue, do your best to let other people know that they should avoid that artist and stop supporting them.

[kessielrg]

[Kingdom Hearts] Occupational Hazard

Summary: By far, Ven’s got the most boring job at the flower shop; the cashier. Sitting day in and day out for someone to browse along the rows of flowers and gardening tools, then probably walk right out again. Sometimes an interesting thing would happen- but they were few and far between. [flower shop AU focused on UX kids][Part 6 in a series of oneshots][VenxOC][EphemerxOC/F!Player]

Rating: K

Word Count: 2,541

If you liked this story, please reblog!

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Ven thought about having children exactly once before. It had been a really random thought too. What made him space out that day? Had he been preparing for a test, or was it just another slow day at the flower shop? He hated that he had daydreamed about it enough that he knew exactly what kind of kid he wanted. (A girl, by the way- with the rest depending on if he could convince his ideal lady of being with him.) Either way, seeing Ephemer’s 19 month old son brought about feelings of wanting to be a father one day, while also making him glad that he wasn’t.

Furthermore, he wasn’t used to Ephemer being dressed to the nines either. The teen couldn’t help but stare at his coworker as Ephemer handed off various baby supplies to Skuld. It was a weird juxtaposition seeing Ephemer in a well pressed suit, and passing a wrinkled and well worn duffle bag to Skuld.

“There should be more than enough diapers to cover any accidents he’ll have in the next few hours.” Ephemer told Skuld. “Anora insisted we keep him from eating the foods that make him super gassy, just in case. She’s a smart one, that Anora. There’s a reason why she’s my wife.”

“Don’t have to convince me.” Skuld snorted. “Don’t know why you’re so dressed up for a night to the movies. We all know you two are going to be making out in the back of the car by the end of the night.”

Ephemer’s face immediately went up in a deep scarlet. He let out a sheepish laugh as he scratched the back of his neck. Skuld just laughed at him.

“Luca will be safe with me,” she then told him. “We’ve got a supply truck coming around in another hour or so, Thursdays are usually kinda dead anyway, and Ven’ll be here manning the main front. The next four hours will go by quickly.”

“I knew he’d be safe.” Ephemer laughed, albeit somewhat forced. “It’s how often you’ll be actually looking after him. You’re the one babysitting, and you’re still at work.”

Skuld gave Ephemer a rather dry laugh of her own before telling him, “I can do both.”

At Ephemer’s skeptic raise of his eyebrow, Skuld went on to say, “I will. After the truck gets here, my attention will be on nothing else.”

“Right…” Ephemer mused. He gave a shake of his head before getting down to Luca’s height. His son had been politely standing next to him while the old friends talked. Luca seemed to have understanding of what was going on- Ven just couldn’t get over those large blue-grey eyes. They just… stared between Ephemer and Skuld with severe inquisition. It almost made Luca look a good three or so years older. So young and yet so serious looking…

(Oh no, now Ven wanted to ask Brain if there were any surviving photos of Sabrina as a baby. She would hate knowing that he saw them, but he had to know. Did she always look that serious at a young age too?)

Ephemer gave his son a bright smile- one that was almost returned.

“You be good for Auntie Skuld and Venny, alright Luca?”

The toddler looked at his father for a long time, the wheels turning in his younger mind to register what was said, before giving a little nod. Ephemer grinned as he ruffled his son’s hair. He grunted slightly as he got back up (which Skuld was quick to snicker at) before starting his way out the door.

“See you two in five hours.” Ephemer waved at them.

“You told me earlier it was going to be four.” Skuld refuted, putting a hand on her hip. Ephemer just shrugged.

“You know I have a hard time keeping my hands off my wife, Skuld. And without a kid around? We’re practically kids again ourselves.”

Skuld let out a small ‘tsk’ sound and smirk. “Yeah, yeah. Get outta here. Go conceive your next child away from the flower shop for once.”

Even with his face flushing again, Ephemer gave her a playful salute before closing the door behind him. Skuld just looked at the door for a moment or so just to shake her head at him.

“Come up, Luca.” she then told the toddler, bending down a bit and extending her arms to him. “We gotta look out for the delivery guy.”

Luca gave her a glare so mean, Ven had to cough to cover up his laugh. The toddler even went into a string of sounds that could have been interpreted as sass. But he went over to Skuld, regardless. He allowed himself to be picked up by the woman, and together they disappeared into the back room. With the boss out of earshot, Ven felt free to let out the snicker he had been holding in for the past three minutes. The last thing on his mind was how Skuld would inevitably take her work at the flower shop over watching Luca. He’d figure it out soon- he just wished that peace had lasted a bit longer.

. . .

A good hour or so later, and Ven decided to make himself useful by making sure everything had a price sticker on it. No ceramic pot could go unturned without a sticker declaring its probably high ball price. Better than just sitting at the register and drifting off into who knows where until Skuld caught him.

Ven happened to notice Luca out of the corner of his eye. The toddler casually walked (or as casually as you could at 19 months, since you didn’t quite have the best balance still) out of the backroom and into the main store front. Ven slowed his movements a bit to watch Luca look over the area, then go over to a certain large vase with some faux reeds in it. It was rather amusing watching Luca plonk his little bottom down in front of it.  Ven gave a quiet snort before properly returning to his work. He almost had to stop because something new happened.

Luca started babbling at the flowers.

At least, Ven thought it still counted as babbling. Every now and again he could pick out sounds that certainly sounded like real words; like ‘same’, and ‘daddy’, and ‘kiss-shun’, and ‘mommy.’ Or maybe Ven was imagining it. Putting price tags on everything was ridiculously boring.

“Ven!” Skuld suddenly shouted from the backroom, scaring both Ven and Luca alike. “Do you see Luca?”

“Yeah.” he lazily replied. “He’s out here talking to some reeds.”

Skuld immediately left the backroom just to glare at Ven. He flinched a little at her gaze.

“Get him away from those!” she demanded. “I’m still going over what’s come in.”

Ven blinked at her, then looked over at Luca. The kid was literally doing nothing but staring at the other flowers now. He probably even had an acute awareness he was being talked about, but not being talked to. Ven turned his attention back to Skuld with a face that was trying to feign innocence.

“Why? They're edible.”

“Not when you're still able to choke on fine cut food!” his boss immediately retorted. All it did was spark a moment of defiance.

“Skuld, there are full grown adults that still choke on normal cut food. Your point is getting more moot by the moment.”

“I can't believe you and Sabrina aren't dating yet.” Skuld mumbled under her breath. “You share the same amount of… Urg. Just get Luca away from those flowers!”

Perhaps a bit too amused at his superior's frustration, Ven let out a short chortle before setting the price stickers down. Skuld only grimaced as she went to the backroom again. Still grinning, Ven walked over to Luca, finding himself bemused by the kid still, and asked without meaning any harm; “Whatcha doing there, Luca?”

The toddler immediately jumped, then looked up at Ven with wide, curious eyes. Slowly, as if he were aware he could be in trouble, Luca's little face started to break. Poor Ven was in no way prepared for the kid's wailing. He immediately flinched and covered his ears at the sound.

“You're not in trouble! You're not in trouble!” Ven quickly said, awkwardly making his way down to the floor to be at Luca's eye level. “Just gotta be careful, alright?”

But this didn't stop Luca from crying. If it was any consideration, Ven was sure the toddler didn't even hear him. Cursing under his breath, Ven looked around the flower shop for anything that could distract Luca. There were some plush toys in a display close by. Maybe one of those would work? Ven wasn’t going to leave it up to guessing. He quickly went to the display, quickly located and snatched a dolphin plush, then went back over to Luca.

“Here there buddy,” he said, bringing the plush close to Luca’s eye range. “Do you wanna cuddle buddy?”

Luca stopped crying just long enough to give the plush a glance, shove it of his eyesight, and let out a rather clear, very angry, “No!”

Ven let out a long (and very tired) sigh of defeat. Wasn't Skuld the one that was supposed to be babysitting this tiny person? Why did it feel like he was doing all the work?

But first, he had to shut Luca up.

What else could Ven distract Luca with? Better question- what did Luca even like? Was there anything in this store that could calm this kid long enough so he wasn’t the loudest sound on the block? All this crying had to be stressful for him. Heck, it was stressful for Ven! An even better question right about now was ‘where on earth is Skuld?!’ because that was rather important too. Could she really not hear Luca wailing from the backroom? Maybe he should check on her…

Luca’s crying hit a note so high pitched the Ven flinched. He turned his attention back to the kid in defeat. Unsure of what else to do, he tried to rack his brain on what Ephemer and Anora did to calm Luca down. But that was just the thing, wasn’t it? Usually Luca wasn’t whining. Ven did get an idea though. Carefully, Ven put his hand on Luca’s head, trying to mimic the way Ephemer ruffled his son’s hair. To his surprise, it actually seemed to work. Luca started to settle down little by little until he gave nothing more than a few sniffles.

“There you go, buddy.” Ven cooed, sounding like he was more addressing an angry bear than a child. “Feel better now?”

Luca rubbed his eyes before turning to Ven. It was slow to make sure Ven didn’t stop gently kneading his fingers into Luca’s hair. The toddler gave Ven a few tired blinks. Apparently crying for five minutes straight was particularly draining.

“Tell me.” Luca said to Ven, pointing to an arrangement to his left. Ven blinked. He didn’t hallucinate that sentence, right?

“Tell you what? About the flowers?”

Luca gave him a determined nod.

“But I don’t know-” Ven tried to tell him, but Luca was a smart kid. He purposely started to make his face break again, and even started a little whimper before Ven caught on. “Wait, wait, wait!” Ven quickly stammered, removing his hand from Luca’s head to throw them up in defense. “I might know some stuff. And look, I could probably look some things up on my phone too. Wouldn’t that be cool?”

Still milking his leverage over Ven , Luca wiped his eyes as he gave another nod. Ven let out a relieved sigh. It should be that hard to fake what he knew about plants, right? As Luca gave a long yawn, Ven hoped that he could probably even be able to lull the kid into sleep. Honestly, he was practically doing Skuld’s job for her.

. . .

Ephemer and Anora returned to the flower shop thirty minutes earlier than expected. They seemed to be in good spirits, so the date must have gone on well enough. Skuld was quick to hand Luca and his baby paraphernalia back to his parents.

“He didn’t give you any trouble, did he?” Ephemer asked, taking the duffle bag as Anora got their son.

“Not at all.” Skuld affirmed. “I was a bit preoccupied with the shipment that came in, so Ven helped out a bit.”

Hearing this, Ephemer and Anora looked at Skuld like she had proposed murder. Ephemer was the one who let out a forced laugh before saying,  “Skuld…? Your shift ended before I dropped Luca off, that’s why we left him with you.”

“Knew it.” Ven mumbled under his breath. The parents looked at him before returning their attention to the rather unapologetic Skuld.

“I still watched him.” she insisted. “And now I still have some work to do before heading home for the night. Ven’s shift is ending for the night, and we all know he won’t do the inventory count tonight.”

“Because at this time of night, we do it in the morning.” Ephemer told her. Skuld didn’t seem to pick up on his annoyance. Instead, she went to the backroom before anyone could stop her.

Ephemer let out a long sigh of exhaustion. He should have known better, honestly. He looked at Anora and grinned. It was meant as a signal for them to head out, but Anora had other plans. She carefully nudged Ephemer, giving him a small look that he could read well. Ephemer nodded before digging into his wallet to find a twenty dollar bill.

“Here Ven, take this,” he offered. Ven just looked back at him with the most bewildered look. Ephemer saw it and just laughed. “We all know how Skuld gets when she doesn’t leave work. I’ll come in on my next shift with another twenty for you.”

“But I don’t-” Ven tried to argue, but it was Anora who stepped up to place a gentle hand on Ventus’s elbow. The teen froze right then and there. It was honestly the more polite thing to do- Anora didn’t really have much of a grip on him.

“Thank you for watching Luca tonight.” she carefully told him- for a moment it made him wonder if she thought she was to blame for some reason. “If Ephemer doesn’t pay you back, I will. And that’s a promise.”

“O-oh no, ma’am.” Ven quickly stuttered out. “It’s fine! Honest! It wasn’t even a big deal. Nah. Not really. Luca’s a pretty cool kid when you sit down and play with him. Pretty smart too. Nothing to sweat about. Hardly interrupted anything. Really.”

Anora offered a polite smile, although Ven felt guilty under it all the same.

“See you later, Ven!” Ephemer waved as the family left the shop. Ven waved back, still feeling guilty from Anora’s generosity. Luca watched Ven from other his mother’s shoulder- the expression was particularly hard to decipher. Ven just hoped it was one of respect. That little brat better not forget what Ven did for him today.

“Definitely having a girl.” Ven mumbled under his breath before clocking out for the day.

[luvdsc]

hey miss cat💞 how have you been?☺️ I just noticed I tend to come here every week🤣 It feels like going home every weekend to tell your family about what happened in school😭

anyways, i came here with a concern🥺 so i joined this group chat in tumblr and i made a very cool friend💗 and we became moots👏 so, she tagged me in a picrew tag game and i somehow talked to other people because of that, which was so cool but i got carried away😕 i followed them instantly without checking what content they post🥺 because the conversation we had was fun and they were very nice. We only messaged once but tagged each other on other tag games and such🤣 but soon enough my tumblr was full of those games and idols I’ve never seen before (or famous groups that i tried to stan but did not click with👀) I actually downloaded tumblr for fics because fics always calms me down (i’m a working student) so when i came home and tried to find a cute fluffy fic, all i saw was random idols body rolling and licking and all that😖 you know? then after building courage, i unfollowed them...😕 i felt soooo bad🥺 they were very nice and i don’t know if i should message them and explain😕 i also deleted the games from my blog because my original plan was to reblog every fic that hits hard🥲 so i can read them again in the future💞 but those games made it hard to navigate them and flooded my wall😕 i feel so mean and I don’t know what to do😭 have you experienced this before, miss cat? if you have, what did you do?😞

omg hi, honey bee !! 💘 I’m doing good, I’m super happy it’s the weekend 🥳 how about you? how are you doing? and stop omg I’m so soft now like that analogy is so cute??? oh my gosh 🥺💞💞 you are always welcome to stop by and tell me about your day or week anytime, lovebug 🤧💕💕

please don’t feel bad for unfollowing people, lovebug ): your blog is first and foremost supposed to be your safe space and comfort zone💓 you should only see content that you enjoy! if you don’t like someone’s content, you are not obligated to continue following them. don’t set yourself on fire to keep others warm! never feel bad for putting yourself first. tumblr isn’t supposed to be stressful ): like you said, you use this to read fics and relax 💘 so the content you see should make you feel comfortable and calm down. you are not mean for removing content that you dislike. you shouldn’t have to stress over seeing a bunch of men dancing around like rent is due the next day. you mentioned your friends are very nice, so I’m sure they would understand and, at the very least, should respect your decisions! 💗 if you want to continue doing the tag games, you can always create a sideblog to post them too? 💞 if your friends ask, you can always explain this to them later 💕 but at the end of the day, your blog is your safe space, and you have every right to keep it as such and people should respect that. (also, another thing you can do is block certain tags if you don’t want to see certain content! ✨)

[p-redux]

Follow Up To My Earlier PSA 

Okay, I’m back to calmly and hopefully rationally address what @contemplatingoutlander aka CO wrote about me in the screencap above, which she posted on her blog today. Hey, I was wordy back in the day, then I got tired, and stopped writing, but this one is going to be long. I can see the eyerolls from here, but hey, I’m perfectly okay with that. :-)  But I hope people take the time to read it.

1. CO, I’m not sure why you’re writing about me at all, when I, Purv, have NOT attacked you or written about you. Paul called you out, NOT ME. Why are you bringing me into this when there is not one shred of evidence showing I had anything to do with what Paul wrote about you? It’s not my fault he mentioned me in his post as someone to follow. He did that, not me. I had NOTHING to do with it. 

CO, you think I’m in cahoots with Paul or telling him negative things about you. I don’t need to tell Paul anything negative about you because HE has had his OWN negative interactions with you. His impressions and opinions of you are based on how YOU have shown yourself to him, not anything I have said. There’s nothing I need to add. Also, Paul’s DM’s on Twitter are open. Anyone can contact him. I blocked you because I want to move on, the last thing I would be doing is involving myself in drama related to you.

2. You said “Like most of the fandom, except for NSTs, sadly I don’t trust Purv anymore,” Um, why am I not trustworthy? Literally everything I said sources had told me about Sam and Cait not dating, Cait dating Tony, Sam dating Cody, Abbie and Mackenzie, literally everything I said came TRUE. I have SHOWN I’ve been telling the TRUTH. I understand you’re hurt, but your attack on me is misplaced. And it’s not fair--something you pride yourself on. 

ALL I have done is block you because I don’t want to have you in my Tumblr experience. That doesn’t mean I wish you ill will or am plotting against you behind your back...quite the opposite, it means I don’t want to think about you. Interacting with you was causing me too much stress, so I decided to invest in self-care and set that limit for myself. Once I blocked you, I didn’t give you a second thought...I wasn’t in some back room, conjuring up ways to get rid of you with Paul. I wasn’t thinking about you at all. I know that’s hard to believe but it is the absolute truth. 

And ALittleBitMass is NOT my partner in crime. She’s hardly on and we’ve only talked a couple of times. I know you were convinced she was me, and have told people that based on the fact that she came down hard on you and knew things about NST and the fandom that you deemed only an “insider” would know. Well, I explained to you that the reason Mass knows stuff is because she is friends with someone who used to be in my inner circle, and THAT person shared info with her. I have no problem being straight with you publicly or privately and you know I never have, so why would I need a sock account to do it? I wouldn’t. I tell you what I think and feel right to your face. Right here. Again, if you have a beef with Mass or Paul, direct it to them, please don’t involve me. 

3. As for me repeatedly telling you that I think you’re too soft on shippers sometimes and that you have on occasion appeared to be a shipper sympathizer, yes that’s true. I have said those things and I still believe that. But the only reason I think those things is because ES will never change, not the hard core tinhatters, and they have shown they are very manipulative, and I felt that sometimes you were naive and fell for their deceit and machinations, and gave them leeway they then used against NST. HOWEVER, I never said you should leave...I said that you were in too deep with this fandom stuff, and took it too seriously and maybe because you are a sensitive person (not a bad thing) you’re not cut out for fighting ES because that necessitates someone with a very thick skin and someone who doesn’t take things personally. I suggested many times that you take a break, but for your own mental well being and to decrease your own stress level because you were my friend, and I cared about you, NOT because I wanted to get rid of you. I never said you should leave altogether and never come back. I DON’T WANT TO GET RID OF YOU. Let me repeat, that, I don’t want to get rid of you, CO. First of all, how would that even be possible? I have no control over what you or anyone else does, I can only control my own actions. So, how the heck would I “get rid of” you? It’s a notion that actually makes me laugh, like I have some magic wand that I can wave or something. :-) But I DON’T WANT TO GET RID OF YOU, so that’s a moot point.

4. I used to be controlling like you and cared what people said, did and who they followed. I used to also take this way too seriously...but when my dad got sick and especially after his death, something changed in me...I gained some much needed perspective and realized that all this fandom stuff is nonsense and not important and that’s when I was able to let go and not care what people did, said or who they followed. I literally could give a rat’s ass about any of that now. And it’s SO much better this way. I have PEACE. So, when you come at me with such emotions and so convinced that I’m trying to get rid of you or somehow am plotting against you, it makes me shake my head because nothing could be further from the truth. I DON’T CARE...stay, go, take a break, come back, what you or anyone here does does not matter to me. I have no control over it. It does not affect my life or my fandom experience in any way, shape or form. Like I said before, there is room for both of us. I just don’t want to interact with you, because you treat me badly. You do your thing, and I’ll do mine. That’s all. And I don’t care if everyone who follows me also follows you. I have NO beef with anyone but you. I’m cool with everyone else. 

5. I didn’t want to do this publicly, but you opened the door, so I’m walking through it. Why do I have a beef with you? Because I finally got tired of you repeatedly coming into my DM’s telling me what to do, and making me feel badly about being me. You constantly came into my DM’s to tell me to delete part of a post, delete a post altogether, to not say this or that, or use this word or that word, you questioned my motives, accused me of being accounts I’m not, and when I didn’t do what you deemed to be correct, you flipped and turned into another person, yelling and cussing at me. Also, I heard from several NST and then you yourself admitted it to me that when I first came back to Tumblr you went around DMing people telling them not to follow me. My God, instructing people who didn’t even know me, not to follow me--how is that being a nice person?  How am I supposed to trust YOU after that? But I did, and I kept following you and supporting you and reblogging you for months. Then one day, the light bulb went on, and I realized I didn’t need the stress and maybe I could survive in NST Tumblr land without CO. I thought we made a good team in debunking ES crap and thought I needed to follow you, but then I realized the good didn’t outweigh the bad. And frankly, I have been much more at peace and with no stress on Tumblr since I blocked you. 

So, in summary: CO, I am not plotting against you. I am not in cahoots with Paul, Mass or anyone else. I don’t want you gone. All I want is PEACE and no drama in my fandom experience when I’m hanging out on here with other NST. I have decided that the way to facilitate that is to not see your posts, so I’ve blocked you. That’s it. That’s not a sin. That doesn’t mean I hate you or wish you harm...all it means is I’m taking care of ME and setting limits for myself. I think that’s a good thing...and I shouldn’t be faulted for it. I wish you well, CO. Now, please, please can we move on.  

PS. I don’t need anyone to respond to this, I don’t want people taking “sides,” I just wanted things CLEAR--that’s my thing, I hate miscommunication and misunderstandings and I like things DIRECT. So, the ONLY purpose for me writing this is to put MY TRUTH out there. That’s it. Much love to all the NST’s!

[yeonchi]

Generic Name, Generic Update

Some of you may be wondering why the Ecchi Waifu Network hasn’t been deleted by now. I stated that I would hold off on doing so until after the third stage of the protest (to be announced, will reblog when details come), but even then, I’m beginning to have second thoughts on my decision.

Firstly, the tag links in the archived pages actually link back to the relevant tag page on the blog, not a collection of posts in the archive with that tag, so they are counterproductive. There may also be some links on the main Waifu Network that lead to some posts on the Ecchi Waifu Network, so I don’t want to break them unless absolutely necessary (then again, those posts have likely become irrelevant, so that’s a moot point).

Secondly, believe it or not, there is still a little bit of activity happening on there following the NSFW ban, namely people liking some posts that weren’t flagged as such. If people find that blog, whether through the posts or reblogs. I still hope for the main Waifu Network to get some recognition, since I’ve put the link for it in the Ecchi Waifu Network’s blog description.

Thirdly, the blog hasn’t been marked as explicit; even if I did, I’m kind of glad I removed that setting. You might agree that the content on there isn’t NSFW enough to be considered “explicit”, even if Tumblr’s definition of “female-presenting nipples is a bit silly”.

As far as I know, Tumblr are only preventing explicit blogs from being viewed by anyone (other than their owners), not deleting them altogether. Even though I’m not a fan of this method, I should give them credit that they weren’t brought out by Facebook and gone the way of the zucc (at which point I would’ve deleted the Ecchi Waifu Network straight away). If the Ecchi Waifu Network does get hidden (at this point it’s no longer a matter of if, but when), then chances are that I will be deleting it. I have no intention of appealing the flagged posts (or blog if the inevitable happens) because I have no ground to stand on for them.

The prospect of reversing the NSFW ban is pretty much a bygone thought at this point, but there is a final hope I’m going to try, which is namely the third stage of the protest that I mentioned. This will be a week-long log off that is currently being planned for 1-8 February. In conjunction to this, they are also planning on mass tweeting official figures related to this and leaving negative reviews on the app stores just as they did in the second stage (I didn’t participate in it because I don’t use Twitter anymore). Once again, I’ll reblog the details when they come out.

So how have things gone for me following the NSFW ban, apart from all the stock taking I did? Believe it or not, a porn bot followed me (on this account, maybe the Waifu Network as well) in the past few days. Don’t bother looking for it because it’s already deleted, but from what I can recall, it had image posts with a linked description saying “Gay Porn” or something. No dicks were seen in the images, but I only looked at the blog for a second when I first saw it and only found out it was deleted when I tried to check a second time.

Some people were saying that the porn bots were using SFW content to conceal themselves, so I’m not surprised if that’s the way they are going. I don’t know if the bot owner deleted the account or Tumblr did, but if it were the latter, I’d probably give them props for doing it, even if they were prompted to by the reports.

Every now and then, I check my followers on here and the Waifu Network and block those that post pornography, bots or not (though admittedly, I’m a bit easy on those who post/reblog anime fanart, ecchi or hentai). I’ve blocked quite a few of those blogs and I’m not surprised if they were affected by the NSFW ban. The reason why I do this is because these two blogs are intended to be for a general audience and I don’t really like the sound of NSFW blogs following me.

When I made my last post on the Ecchi Waifu Network before the NSFW ban, I had 220 posts backed up. The number of posts has now dropped to 151 since the posts with “female-presenting nipples” were hidden (for the record, the main Waifu Network had 673 posts just before the NSFW ban; excluding the posts I made after it, that number is down to 672, so it wasn’t a big loss). Some posts were rightly flagged for having said content, while some were wrongly flagged as there was little to no nipple exposure at all. Ironically, there were a couple of posts with nipples that weren’t flagged, which just goes to show how flawed their content flagging system is.

Like I said in my 2018 review post, I don’t really have any plans for new segments; I’ll just be posting random stuff when I feel like it, just like the old times when I first joined Tumblr. The backup archive of the Ecchi Waifu Network is also available from here.

Just a side note before I finish this post. As with other issues like English dubs and the gender of the Thirteenth Doctor in Doctor Who, the NSFW ban has become another one of those issues where supporters for change are derided by trolls, opinion-neutrals or people in support of those moves. Sure, you can’t please everyone, but these people, who don’t support both sides getting a fair deal, sound like they are proud of cucking the people that are disadvantaged as a result of those changes.

This is a thing I learnt after about four-and-a-half years of ranting about English dubs; to big companies who provide non-consumable goods and services (including video games or social media), you are not the customer, you are the product. Like politicians, companies can do whatever they want to their services if it means they can spend less money or make more money. They could care less about the opinions of the “minority” because it’s not the “majority” that has those opinions. You’ll probably be feeling the same way when a company does something you disagree with. The more you oppose or troll anyone that has opposing opinions to a company’s proposed change, the more it will come back to bite you when they eventually turn on you.

In other words, Tumblr couldn’t care less about us if it means they can still earn money. If you think that people like us, who oppose the NSFW ban and/or support the log off protest, are wasting their time, then don’t blame us if Tumblr decides to close down. People are saying that Tumblr is dead because of the NSFW ban; don’t be a part of the problem if it actually dies.

UPDATE - 15 January 2019: Tumblr has now given us a section where we can review the posts that have been flagged on our blogs. Well, at least that’s one thing they listened to their users for. There was only one post that was flagged on the Waifu Network, so I’ve decided to appeal that, along with a few posts on the Ecchi Waifu Network that don’t have “female-presenting nipples”.

UPDATE - 17 January 2019: All appealed posts have been restored. My numbers are back to normal now, so maybe that was a bug on their end.

UPDATE - 19 January 2019: As mentioned, here are the details for the third stage of the protest!