#probably should tag for block lists I guess

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OH EASY BC ITS A SCENE THAT STICKS WITH ME TO THIS DAY. "Sebastian doesn't know. Sebastian doesn't know. Sebastian doesn't know."

OH OKAY !!!!

No but I literally had to go back to find what scene this actually was because I FORGOT and seriously how cool is it that something that has apparently stuck with you so much is something that wasn't even really on my radar?? (I did go back and reread the whole chapter though and like yeah I get it. Great scene if I do say so myself lmao)

ANYWAY thank you so much!! That really is the "oh" moment of that fic so truly an excellent choice imo 💙

Send me one line from something I’ve written that really stood out to you or lingered with you :)

[cosmogyros]

It is fucking amazing how often I have to unfollow people for bodyshaming others related to their choice to shave or not. And the fascinating thing is that this judginess is ALWAYS aimed at women. Men who don't shave? Fine. Men who do shave? Also fine. It's their body, they can do what they like with it, right?

But as soon as we're talking about women, suddenly it's totally okay to prescribe what they ought to do about their OWN bodies. I never used to see this many "women shouldn't shave" posts here, and the recent uptick is concerning to me.

I understand that it's rooted in a pushback against patriarchal norms that pressure all women to remove their body hair. And I fully support that. But you've gotta understand that if you react to these norms by saying "women should all shave? actually no, women should NOT shave!" ...YOU'RE STILL BEING SEXIST. You're still saying that women "should" do something different with their bodies because YOU think they ought to.

It's absolutely wild to me how often internalized misogyny can be revealed by simply asking oneself "If the genders were switched, would I be saying this (in any context except as a joke)?" And if the answer is no, then... maybe don't say it.

Freedom is always more revolutionary. Letting people make their own choices is always more revolutionary. If you react to someone's attempt to enforce a certain standard by attempting to enforce the opposite standard instead, you are not on the side of freedom.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Okay. I’m going away again; bye!

[kayentokk]

Easy Peasy Sukuna Squeezey(Part 3);What Could Go Wrong

Pairing;Sukuna x Fem! Reader

Summary;What could go wrong during your weekend with Sukuna? Not much except one thing, or one person.

Contains;fluff, lots of fun, ex, sukuna gushing, childhood memories, some cussing

Wc;2,010

A/N;I am literally so sorry, tbh I forgot I made this a series 😅 and then I checked my comments and I was like oh. So my bad guys I will try to update this regularly and get my schedule back together. Also just comment on any of the posts for this series that you want to be tagged to get on the tag list. 

Tag list 🏷️; @charlie-xo

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The week felt like it took forever to be over, exams, loads of homework, part-time job, all that hectic stuff. But this weekend you get to-well you’re not really sure exactly what Sukuna has in store for you but whatever it is you’re excited for it. 

You had texted your roommate the day you were over Sukunas apartment that you’d be staying there at least until the weekend was over. You often stayed at Sukunas for long periods of time when you needed a break or just wanted to hang with your best friend. He never really minded you were pretty good company, in your own words, and he was used to spending long periods of time with you. During school, after school, in the summer, whenever your moms wanted to have a girls night, just whenever. 

Anyways your roommate was obviously cool with it, she had mentioned she wanted to have “company” over anyways so it all worked out. You took Sukuna’s advice and blocked your ex, you were probably going to do that anyways since the relationship was definitely over, so you have no idea if he’s texted or called. Not that you care though, he’s an ass and he should have enough shame, decency, and brains not to call and understand it’s over. 

To be honest you’re at the acceptance stage of grief, it is what it is he wasn’t the one for you, but it still sucks. Sukuna has actually been really helpful, he’s been, for lack of a better word, a great distraction. He won’t tell you what he has planned for tonight though, all he said was to be ready in pajamas. Maybe a movie night? 

You guys used to do those every Friday, but then college got too hectic with it being senior year and all. Sukuna said his classes are pretty easy, although you aren’t too surprised on that one he’s always been exceptionally intelligent, he claims it’s because he just decided to major in business since he’s not exactly sure what he wants to do.

He didn’t want to be a chef, even though he’s exceptionally talented in cooking too, but he’s a waiter at a restaurant for his part time job. When he first got that job you visited to see the restaurant, and him, it was a nice little quiet diner. He was annoyed and disgusted about it on the outside but you could tell he was embarrassed about you visiting, mostly because one time there was a couple that sat in the booth behind you and made comments about, “young love.” And every time you would sit in that same booth just to annoy him because you knew he thought about it each time, it was honestly hilarious. You and him? Being a couple? What a joke.

Sukuna texted he was on his way back, he had a lecture that was in the evening that day and he left a little early to start you guys’ weekend plans. Apparently you hadn’t been paying much attention to any calls or messages because you had about 10 missed calls from your friend and a dozen text messages. You immediately called back.

“Hello? Girl! Why have you not picked up, I’ve been calling you for forever.”

“I’m sorry! I was just laying here, and I had on dnd from when I was in classes earlier. I guess I never turned it off,” you replied in an anxious tone.

Mai just sighed before continuing, “anyways your boyfriend-“

“Ex,” you cut her off before she could even begin.

“Your ex-boyfriend,” she corrected herself with irritation, “has been showing up like every other hour asking about you, and I wasn’t paying much attention before but I’m pretty sure his car was outside yesterday for a while. He’s probably waiting on you, has he texted?”

“I don’t know if he’s texted I blocked him. That’s probably why he’s showing up, he thinks I’m home. Just ignore him, and if he continues to knock call the police or something.”

“Why can’t he just leave you alone? It’s clearly over, there’s nothing there anymore.”

“I know, I’m so sorry by the way.”

“You’re fine, enjoy your weekend babes! I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Mhm my company should be over soon, talk to you later, be safe.”

“Kk you too, bye Mai,” and with a small beep, the call ended. 

He was coming by every hour? How insane. You hoped he wouldn’t give Mai much trouble, but then again she could handle herself. What if he knew you were at Sukuna’s? Well he didn’t know the address….he’s dropped you off before though. Maybe he doesn’t remember it? Oh no what if he shows up?! And then your whole weekend of distraction will be ruined, and all of Sukuna’s hard work will be-

“-n? Y/n! Hey, Earth to y/n again. Seems like I’m having to do that a lot this week huh?” Sukuna jokes. 

“Hm, oh yeah sorry-“ you say lost in your thoughts.

“Uhh you sure? Why’re you all spaced out?”

“It’s nothing-“

“We both know it’s not nothing you might as well tell me, you’re not very good at your poker face I’ll have to teach you sometime,” he says playfully.

“It’s just- he showed up at my apartment. He was looking for me-“

“But you’re not there so what’s the problem?”

“Mai is there, which I’m sure she’s fine he’s not crazy he’s just a whore, but what if he shows up here?” 

“Wow never thought I’d hear you slut shame someone, that’s a new low y/n,” he smiles and then continues, “but you don’t have to worry about him showing up here. That is if he knows what’s good for him.”

Oh yeah one small thing, the time your ex dropped you off him and Sukuna did not get along. It was the briefest moment, it felt like when your dad dropped you back off at your moms’ after spending a weekend with him, but it was tense. You could tell, Sukuna’s sharp maroon gaze stayed on him even after you had stepped inside. So, safe to say he’d have to be pretty ballsy to show up here.  

“Put on some boots or something we’re going out,” Sukuna says gruffly.

“Going out where? I’m in pajamas-“

“I know, good. I told you to be, glad to know you listen.”

You scoffed, “no way I’m going in public like this-,” you gestured with your hands waving in an up and down movement to your unprofessional getup. 

“Relax. You won’t be the only one, I’m about to change too.”

“Oh because two of us looking like we just rolled out of bed is better than one,” you said sarcastically.

“Exactly, I knew you’d get it I had to admit I was getting a little worried there,” he teased.

“Oh shut up dimwit,” you said smiling.

There it was again, stunning.

Sukuna went to quickly throw on some sweats and an old faded t-shirt, probably sporting some random band. He grabbed his keys, and you were out the door. 

You loved night time drives, everything just hit different. The music vibed better, especially when Sukuna let you have the aux, the car ride is just more fun at night. When you arrived at the destination Sukuna parked the car and reached to turn the knob on the volume down.

“Look where we are,” he said turning to stare at you.

You immediately turned to look out the window, and even though it took you a second you realized-

With a big shriek and gasp you turned back to Sukuna, “this is-!”

“The ‘best convenience store ever in our hometown’ I know you said it to me so much it’s engraved in my brain.”

Sparkles were in your eyes, along with some unshed tears. So many great memories were here. Every time you passed a test with an A your mom would bring you here to get your favorite snack, and since Sukuna always did well on tests you’d take him about once a month to continue the tradition. But then you guys’ campus was at least a 35 minute commute from here, and when it was busy during the day maybe 45, so you stopped coming. There just wasn’t enough time and you guys got really busy. But not many people were on the road at night, and with Sukuna’s driving you guys probably made it there in 20-25 minutes tops. 

You were so happy you could scream. It was apparent in your face, the brightest smile. You jumped out of the car and immediately ran into the store, Sukuna not far too behind you. 

You had already grabbed one of the small dark green dingy looking baskets, ah the same as always, from the entrance and were halfway down your favorite aisle by the time he got inside. 

He greeted the kind old lady at the register who had witnessed your excitement just moments ago, screeching with joy, which scared her when you rushed in. 

He quickly found the aisle you were in and watched you decide which snacks you wanted, carefully picking the items and placing them in the basket. 

You rushed from one place to another, grabbing drinks, chips, snacks, anything you wanted because who knows when you’ll visit here again. Then you just stopped, and Sukuna watching your madness didn’t think you were ever going to. Then your eyes started to well up with worry.

“What’s wrong?”

“I- I left my wallet back at your apartment, I can’t buy any of this-“

“What? I’m obviously buying, dimwit,” he scoffed repeating your words from earlier.

“Really?” You asked, the excitement immediately perking back up inside you. 

He didn’t even get to answer before you continued happily on your shopping spree, how could he say no anyways? By the time you were done you couldn’t even pick up your basket. You quickly looked to Sukuna for help, and he rolled his eyes taking the basket with his left arm. You began to giggle watching him walk to the register. You couldn’t help it, the sight of him carrying a basket like a soccer mom was just too funny. 

A stuffed full basket being carried by his well built arm, the vein bulging from the somewhat strenuous task being carried out. His hand flexing and unflexing to stretch after putting the basket down, making the veins even more visible as they pop out due to his contractions-

“Y/n? You coming? Don’t you wanna get home to eat all this stuff?” 

You quickly snapped out of your haze, and ran up to the register where Sukuna had already taken his wallet out to pay, making a comment about how you were most definitely going to eat it in his car. You left a happy customer that day.

Before you left you made Sukuna stop in front of the shop so that you could snap a quick photo of the two of you together, you wanted to send it to your moms. 

You smiled the whole car ride home, and when you got in the house. 

“Thank you,” you said sincerely with a huge grin on your face.

“Yeah, yeah I know I’m the best,” he replied with a smirk.

“Can you cook the ramen please?”

“Who else was gonna-“

And then the shrill ring of the doorbell rang. 

“Are you expecting someone?”

“No, no one comes over here. Maybe it’s just a package.”

“At 10pm?”

“I don’t know, maybe some drunk has the wrong door.”

Then it rang again.

“Okay maybe not…”

“Sukuna just go get the door I’ll start prepping-“

Before you could finish your sentence though, he already opened the door ready to tell off the drunk.

“Oh. It’s you.” 

You didn’t like Sukuna’s tone, and being the nosey person you are sometimes, you rushed to the door. You immediately understood his tone. 

“Oh, of course it’s you.”

@/cafekitsune for the divider

[badkitty3000]

What icks would Five have? Things that are nit character flaws and can be sweet for others but make him cringe

This is a fun one! Five is a grumpy old man with little patience for people, but he's also a romantic at heart, so he probably would be ok with a lot of cheesy couple things (cuddling, holding hands, buying flowers, slow dancing, etc). But I could definitely see him rolling his eyes at a lot of things and refusing to participate in some couple activities. Here's a list I compiled off the top of my head.

Sharing food. This is the first one that came to my head, and it makes me laugh to think about his gf in the beginning of their relationship, casually leaning over to try a bite of his spaghetti and he just knocks her fork out of the way with his and blocks his plate with his arm. "What do you think you're doing?" he'll say incredulously. "Uh...I just wanted to try your food. It looks good." He laughs, shaking his head. "What are you, crazy? Get your own damn spaghetti." Then he continues eating while guarding his plate and giving her the side eye, with no further explanation given.

Sitting on the same side of the table at a restaurant. Along the same lines as the food thing. This is highly annoying, and if you sit in a booth next to him, with the other side completely open, he's going to frown deeply at you and then immediately blink over to the other side. He needs his space, especially when eating. Besides, you can't be trusted not to try and steal something off his plate. Oh, and don't try and feed him a bite of something off your fork. You may find the fork flying across the restaurant after he swats it angrily out of your hand.

Overly "cute" dates. Five is romantic, and he likes to take his ladies out on the town, but he's also traditional. Dinner, movie, stroll around the park, maybe a trip to a museum or aquarium. But other things like mini golf (utterly ridiculous game, also he once got kicked out for attacking the windmill with his club), picnics (he's had enough of eating meals on the ground, thank you very much), costume parties with matching couples costumes (Five Hargreeves does NOT wear costumes. Although, he has no issue seeing his s/o dressed in some sexy little cat or bunny outfit, or maybe even Wonder Woman because maybe he had a crush on her as a kid. Just don't ask him to participate because he's not doing it) are a hard pass.

Texting/sharing memes/social media. We're going to go ahead and assume he lives in an AU where there's cell phones. The phone is a necessity and he loves having a mini computer in his pocket to whip out and prove to someone else how right he is about something. He will text when needed, and in brevity. Yes, he will also send some sexy ones to make sure you're thinking of him and to get ready for whatever he's got planned for you later that night. BUT, there will be no sending memes or funny gifs. He is an old man and probably pronounces it "mee mee" and rolls his eyes when you try to show him one. Social media is also out, so don't bother trying to tag him in anything or make cute anniversary or birthday announcements for him.

Selfies. Just no. If you have a pic of him on your phone, it's probably one you had to sneak when he wasn't looking.

Tickling. I feel like this should go without saying. Some people may think this is cute...Five does NOT. Can you even imagine trying to tickle this man? I guess you could go ahead and try, but I promise it will only be a one time deal and you would be taking your life in your hands. I don't care how much he loves you. He's also not going to be doing the tickling. Unless it's by accident when he's running his hands down your body. And if you kept giggling, he'll sigh heavily and stop what he's doing. "Are you finished?" he'll ask, one eyebrow raised. You'll nod your head, restraining the urge to laugh. Then when he's back to touching you and you start up again, he'll lean back with his arms crossed. "I can't work under these conditions. Let me know when you've pulled yourself together. I'll wait."

This is all I came up with. What are some you think he would have? I love hearing others' takes on Five's little idiosyncrasies. Please share, I want to know!

[jevilowo]

List of Tf2 inconsistenties that piss me off

Bc its 1am and im staying awake while beloved mutual Jo livetexts me while they watch venom (I'd tag them but they blocked tf2 tag)

The timeline presented in the Shakespearicles post. Just read it yourself its sosisoso frustrating

The claim in the Shakespearicles post that mankind gave up inventing until 1921. What do you call Radigan in the 1890s then idiot.

Different claims on Merasmus' age (older than the universe in doommates, vs 6000ish in the lore comics) (this means the universe is 5999ish i guess okay)

Scout claims in comic 4 that he met Ms Pauling 6 years ago. Medic claims the mercs have shared "at least" 8 halloweens together. Despite both of these, the catch up comics imply the gravel wars with our mercs only took place over one summer. The first two are supposed to be meta jokes I think (ms pauling debuted in the war update comic, 2009, 5 years before comic 4 [miscalculations again??], and the first scream fortress was also 2009, 8 years before comic 6) but come onnnn be consistentttt.

Australian women had moustaches in the 1890s, but Mags doesn't? I've blamed this on long term Australium Depletion but its still annoying.

Saxton Hale claims its 2010 on the mannconomy update page, but the corresponding comic takes place in the 60s. I'm presuming this means the comic takes place on a different part of the timeline from Saxton’s notes but okay.

The crazy wild Australium retcon. So Sniper was created in 2007 to be australian. Then they invented Saxton Hale for Spy vs Sniper in 2009. Then people liked him so he became important. So in 2010, the engineer update invented Australium (although it was alluded to as early as the classless update a bit before that) and the corresponding comic claimed it made all australians buff. Despite this, in 2011 Sniper's parents were given very not buff, probably bc the artist was hella rushed at the time and had no time to reread the engineer update stuff. Then the comic writer remembered scrawny bastard Sniper was Australian, although maybe the regular writers were cooking excuses for that before then. So we got the New Zealand excuse in 2014 (im pretty sure), but that still didn't explain away his parents looking normal. Thus, my australium depletion theory. Valve should just hire me at this rate smh.

Silas Mann. They were setting him up to be somewhat important I'M SURE OF IT. They even retconned a mann co "quarterly concern" from the classless update to include his name for the engineer update! And they changed the cover slightly. Can't tell if this is a retcon or some abandoned "they tried to cut him out of history" sideplot thingy to explain how Silas became the Horsemann. I'm still holding out hope he returns in comic 7.

Abe Lincoln died two different ways and still became a mercenary? I excuse this as he faked his death a little too well (some blueprints imply it in the engineer update)

Speaking of, a coin claiming he invented the rocket jump despite MY BOY SHAKESPEARICLES. GAH.

This is just off the top of my head, mind you, and i haven't finished lore research. Expect many more grievances.

But yeah no in conclusion the writers need a calculator and also to consult each other more often so they don't contradict each other

[steviewashere]

City of Stars (Are You Shining Just For Me?)

Rating: Teen and Up CW: Use of Period Typical Homophobic Language (Steve referencing a slur that his dad used), Brief Mention of HIV (In reference to those tabloids in 1986 that were discussing Freddie Mercury's health), Steve Has Bad Parents Tags: Post Vecna, Post Canon, Dialogue Heavy, Referenced Coming Out, Love Confessions, Protective Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is so Incredibly Smart, Steve Loves Shakespeare (More so in Passing, but I do reference Romeo and Juliet), Hurt/Comfort, Mild Angst, Fluff, Getting Together

For the @steddielovemonth prompt: "Love is What Makes You Brave"

💕—————💕

Steve and Eddie’s hang outs tend to land them on their asses at one another’s houses. But tonight, the sky is clear and the moon is out and everything seems to be painted by the soft glow of stars. Because Steve’s parents are home. And Wayne’s got the day off, so he’s asleep early in the living room at the Munson’s. Neither of that will stop them, though. Steve picks Eddie up thirty minutes before the sun has to set, a little Melvald’s bag in the backseat filled with food and a soft throw blanket.

They go out to a clearing a few minutes outside of Hawkins. Just off the side of the road. No other people. No other wildlife, really. And they sprawl out on that blanket, over the chilled late autumn grass, eating from the same bag of barbecue chips. Eddie sits back on his palms, looking up to the stars.

His hair is tied up in a loose bun. He’s sporting one of his quarter sleeve shirts, blank of the Hellfire Club logo. Classic ripped jeans and his Reeboks. But the way his hair isn’t blocking his face gives Steve one of his new favorite views. The stretched line of Eddie’s neck, his slight stubble painted jaw, his plump pink lips, the rounded tip to his nose, his fanned long eyelashes. A breeze cuts through Eddie’s bangs, one of his hands flies up to keep them steady. Steve mourns the skin he can’t see there, because he’s thought about it: There’s enough room for every forehead kiss he’d ever want.

And, oh yeah, he should probably acknowledge his massive harboring crush on Eddie. That he’s excited to be laying on his back, looking at his face instead of the stars. The small smile that graces his features. The marred edge of his facial scar bunching with his grin. It’s cute. He’s attractive. Steve wants to hold his face between the cupped palms of his hands.

But he looks away, back at the stars. The movement of his head makes his hair scrape the blanket. And he settles in, one arm tucked under his head, the other laid over the steady rise and fall of his belly. He clears his throat. And softly, “This is so much better than being with my insufferable parents.”

Eddie snorts beside him. He leans down onto his elbows. “Yeah? What were they doing this time?” Because, oh yeah, Eddie knows that Steve’s parents are shitty people. And, oh yeah, he likes to hear Steve bitch about them. It gives Steve butterflies.

“The usual, I guess.” He shrugs, even though he’s ninety percent sure that Eddie isn’t even looking at him. “Complain about the chores not being done. Even when they’ve been done. Complain about there not being enough groceries. Sorry, Mom, that you aren’t ever around to even fucking eat them. Complain about how disappointing I am or how disappointed they are or what my life should look like or how I’m barely their son,” he lists off. Then, shrugs again. “The Usual.” 

“Jesus, Stevie,” he hears Eddie breathe. “Wish there was space at the trailer for you. I hope my company is enough for now.”

Steve sighs. “It’s enough,” he mutters. “It’s more than enough.” And finds himself meaning it.

That’s another thing he should probably get around to acknowledging. He’s getting dangerously close to tiptoeing over the edge of this precipice. From opening his mouth—soft tongue, barbecue chips and all—and just saying what he wants to say. Things like how Eddie is beautiful and caring and how he adores his company. Something like, “But, soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Edward is the sun.”

Yeah, something like that.

He shifts against the blanket again. “They found me out this morning,” he says. “I’ve been outta the house since. That’s why we’re out here.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Steve hums. He knows it’ll ruin the mood, but he can’t help the need to explain. “Dad was reading something; must’ve picked up one of those tabloid magazines instead of his usual. I guess the word got around that Freddie Mercury’s been tested for HIV? I’m not entirely sure, it’s truly, none of my business. That’s between him and his doctor. But, y’know what people come to think.”

Eddie sighs next to him. “Yeah,” he’s muttering, “I do unfortunately know.”

“It’s just—“ Steve groans. “Dad was being shitty. Saying anything and everything you could probably think of. Every slur. Every slur.” He sits up, crossing his legs, hands drifting to tug at tufts of grass below him. “Was talking about one of my favorite singers like he was just—like fucking Freddie Mercury was some low life, some leech or something. I couldn’t—It made it hard to just breathe. And then he—“

“Steve,” Eddie’s murmuring beside him. Blearily, Steve accounts Eddie’s hand reaching out for him. But he’s restless with his rage.

“—Then he was saying shit about my friends! About you and Robin and the Byers. As if you guys weren’t people. As if he was faring any better!” He scoffs. “Can you fucking believe the gull on him? I wanted to grab him by his nuts and throw him to Timbuktu.” He turns to better face Eddie, coming to his look of barely contained anger, yet grimaced by that expression of, You know he’s not all that wrong.

“No!” Steve exclaims. “No, don’t fucking give me that look, Eds. Like he’s fucking right,” he spits. “He’s never right. He barely ever knows what he’s talking about. He just thinks because he knows the term ergonomic that he’s like—That he’s better for it! He’s dumb, Eddie! He doesn’t even know my favorite color!”

“Steve, that’s…That’s not what you think—“

“But he just kept talking like I wasn’t ‘one of those faggots’ that he was referencing,” he barrels on. “As if my life doesn’t matter. And…God, Eddie,” his voice squeaks, breaking in two, “Eddie, I don’t think it does to him. He’s never—He’s such a terrible person. I couldn’t stand it anymore. The way he was talking, it made me grow balls.

“So I just blurted it out: ‘I’m a queer!’ And then the room got scary quiet. I realized what I had said and so I left.” There’s grass between his fingers and a warm body on his right. Chip crumbs stuck between his teeth, a cold breeze on the bare skin of his arms. But…the stars, the stars are shining down on them. And he’s still brave. He’s brave and he’s better for it.

He shudders at Eddie’s gentle touch. The palm to his shoulder. The grip of his fingers.

“Steve,” Eddie is murmuring once more. “I���m sorry. I’m sorry that you had to do it that way.”

And, it’s not funny, none of this is funny. But Steve laughs anyway. All sharp and jagged. Loud. Abrasive as he is prone to be. He’s got his crush apologizing to him, on behalf of Steve himself. Got his warm palm. His low timbered voice. His beautiful curls sitting messy like drooping chocolate ice cream atop his head. And he’s laughing. 

In the face of his domestic world ending—not the literal world, not the world infected by monsters—he’s laughing for being courageous.

Eddie is there. He’s still here. Holding onto Steve so carefully, like Steve may just fall through the cracks of the dirt and melt into the magma below it. His eyes are big and soft. And his lips are stretched perturbed. His hand is squeezing at Steve’s shoulders as if he thinks Steve is on the verge of breaking.

Which in turn, makes Steve laugh harder, but also causes his stomach to flip all too easily. Easy enough that he’s collecting his wits and painting his face with courage and he’s leaning into the touch. And he’s cackling out, “I love you! Isn’t that the craziest part?! That I love you and I love you and I—I don’t know how to not!” He’s throwing his head back, sure, a little deranged. But at the same time, alighted with a warm flame, coaxed by the moonlight, bathed in the stars.

“What?” Eddie squeaks. “Dude, are you—What?” But he’s nervous. He’s lifting his free hand to his hair, trying to cover the small smirk on his face. He’s shifting his lap from side to side, rocking with the motion, getting giddily anxious. And he’s cute.

“When I told ‘em,” Steve wheezes. “When I told ‘em, all I thought about was you. All I thought about was you, standing on a cafeteria table, yelling. Isn’t that so—“ He chuckles, trying to come down from this dangerous ledge he’s gripping to. His stomach hurts with his joy. His chest is full. He’s warm. “I thought about the other night when you woke up in my house and we were eating breakfast and you were laughing so hard that you choked a little bit on the sausage. I was thinking about your stupid dick sucking joke. I was thinking about—I was thinking about that last look you gave me before Vecna.

“How brave you were. I was thinking about my name on your lips. And how I just couldn’t care anymore about what they thought.” He leans in a little closer, practically pressed into the fragile line of Eddie’s side. “I couldn’t care. I’ve nearly died like four times, Eddie. You almost died in our arms. I was thinking about being alive and how I couldn’t care. And, I was thinking—“ He takes a deep breath. Continues, his voice airy and gleeful, “I was thinkin’ how either of us could be gone tomorrow. And that in all my time worrying about what my stupid fucking dad is thinking about me, I didn’t tell you how I feel. It doesn’t matter that I’m queer, Eddie. It won’t matter if I don’t get to fall in love at least once.”

He relaxes, finally. Completely. Shining with passion. With contentment.

“You make me fall in love everyday, isn’t that something, Eds? I’m a queer, my parents are bullshit, and I’m in love with one of my favorite people. That’s something,” he breathes, “you’re something more than any of what my dad could ever say.”

Next to him, Eddie chuckles lightly. Like it’s clicking for him, too. The pieces finally matched up. The key turning the lock. “You’re something, too, you know that?” He murmurs. His hand moves from Steve’s shoulder, instead wrapping around both shoulders, tucking Steve close to his side. His fingers leave little circles on the exposed slip of skin from beneath the sleeve of Steve’s own t-shirt. He’s holding him in so tight, it’s like he’s merging their bodies. He continues on, whispering, “You’re beautiful and you’re so fucking smart and incredibly brave. And you’re right. None of this matters to me if I don’t get to fall in love. We almost died and seen true horror shit. None of this matters without you. You’re something, Steve Harrington.” He sighs, face pillowing into Steve’s hair. His breath is light, warm. “And I love you.”

The autumn breeze is chilling the air. The day is boiling down to this.

Stars and moon. Night sky, green grass. Barbecue chips and a soft throw blanket. Eddie’s warm side, his squeezing arm, his mess of curls. They love one another.

Steve is warm with contentment. Lit by the flames of ever passionate love.

And he’s brave. Incredibly, wondrously so. 

His hand wrangles in Eddie’s free one. Intertwining their fingers, kissing their palms. He sighs. The sun is next to him. The moon above him. And some time in the morning, he will collect his bearings and face an unruly wrath, he’s sure of it. But for tonight, he can’t help but wonder, How could any of this be bad?

💕—————💕

[mistypsych]

ANATOMY OF A CRIMINAL - CHAPTER 7

/ yoongi / suga / agust d

summary: as a doctor you never expected to be dragged into “the criminal life”, nothing and no one seems to be true anymore, your whole world turns upside down after you save him.

pairings: yoongi mob boss x f.reader x non idol bts members.

warnings: smut, guns, knives, stabbings, blood, gore, murders, drugs, criminals, gang life, medical emergency, illness, abuse, swearing, angst, dubcon, gang violence, corruption, manipulation, lies, cheating - 18+ minors dni.

Note: Hi! This is an attempt of writing a fanfic long after not writing anything at all. Please keep in mind English is no longer my first language and it might be a bit rusty at times. Comments and thoughts are well appreciated. Don’t hesitate to ask questions, state your thoughts for me to post up and have me add you to the tag list!

You blinked very fast. Your thoughts were all over the place. Keeping your gaze on the KCIA badge you took a deep breath and mumbled “Yea… it does look like we need to talk…” trying to gather yourself, you turned to face the kind eyed man.

This was the moment he should start explaining, because you sure as hell had no idea what the actual fuck was going on.

He let out a long, quiet sigh, keeping his eyes on the road. “So… I am well aware you normally would not have anything to do with a gang, if it wasn’t for your reckless friend…” he started. “But… our target isn’t really the whole group. I mean yea, they are dangerous, cause some havoc but… they are also a well know danger… they keep the product they sell clean and such… yes it is bad, but how to say it? A evil you know is better than anything unknown and out of control right?”.

You tried to follow his logic, one questing popping into your head - then why was he even there? As if reading your mind he explained “We are fishing for the police… we have known the department has gotten very dirty in the recent years… and we are collecting enough evidence to be sure to take that scum down…” he turned his eyes to the road again waiting for you to slowly take in the information he has dropped on you.

You shake your head a bit and then look up as if asking the universe why the fuck this is all happening. “So… let me guess… my fiancé happens to be on the list…”. Jimin sighed and slowly nodded his head, clicking his tongue he looked at you for a second. “Listen… I know this is all a lot to take in… especially that your fiancé is an absolute dick… but… I assume you’d have nothing against putting his ass behind bars right?”.

You look at the man sitting next to you and try to think of an answer. In all honesty you would gladly have Hobi suffer since you found out not only is he dirty but also a cheater. The fact you slept with Agust-D did not seem like proper justice for the fact that asshole ruined all those years of your life. But having him locked up seemed like some kind of karma.

“Yea… I would not mind that at all…” you paused for a while and then asked “So… let me take a guess. You would love to have a spy in me huh?”. Jimin cleared his throat quietly, clearly not expecting you to be this blunt. “I won’t lie… it would probably make things easier… I believe you could fish out some important intel for us…”

Without much hesitation you say “Ok. Count me in then, as long as me and my friend Jungkook are not dragged into whatever consequences this shitshow brings…” the hazy eyed man slightly looks at you and nods “Of course… you will be my informant so I will make sure your demands are met…” you roll your eyes a bit not enjoying the fact once again you have been put in a peculiar spot.

You asked to be dropped off a couple of blocks before your building. Your neighborhood was safe enough for you to walk back and you sure as hell would not wan’t Hoseok seeing you get dropped off by Jimin.

*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***

You will have to lie, pretend and play games with Hobi. It was not something you ever would see yourself doing but given the circumstances, you did not have many options in order to receive some sort of justice for yourself. The worst part being that you had to pretend you have no idea about what he did and that you are still oh so blindly in love with him, when in reality all you wanted is to beat him into a pulp for wasting all those important years of your life.

Walking in slowly into your apartment you gently closed the doors hoping that if your fiancé was there you would not wake him up. Looking around you saw his jacket and sighed. Luck was not on your side. It seemed that you were gonna have to deal with his company sooner then later.

You made your way passed the opened bedroom doors, making sure to be quiet and to get you the chance to sleep on the couch, but no, you had to be shit outta luck. “Y/N? Hun? That you?” you swore in your head and barely controlled your impulse to punch the wall. Silently clearing your throat you said “Yea… it’s me… I went out with Kookie and some other coworkers… since you said you would be home late again…” you lied threw your teeth.

A sound of the bed covers rustling hit your ears. You knew he was getting up, so you put your best pretend happy tipsy face on. Right then you saw him stand in the door and lean on the frame with a slightly sleepy face. He smiled at you and came up taking your hand in his. “Mmm… I’m sorry I am having to work so much lately babe…” you nodded your head afraid that if you spoke that moment he would pick up your pure rage.

After a second you gathered yourself “It’s fine, we both have jobs that can occupy us at times…” wrapping his arms around you he kissed your shoulder “What did I do to deserve such a woman?” you forced a giggle. “Can I make it up to you Y/N? Hmmm?” he hummed in a low voice pulling at your waistband. You laughed lightly and gave him a peck in the nose saying “we can discuss that after I take a shower and you make breakfast.”

He mumbled slightly disappointed but made his way to the kitchen, you on the other hand got into the bathroom. You stood there looking at your reflection in the big mirror questioning all your life decisions and if you should have ever moved to Korea. You turned on the water for it to warm up. You needed a hot shower to was off all the strain from your muscles.

Suddenly your phone rang causing you to jump up. Looking at the screen you could see a no caller ID show up. Normally you would ignore such a call but something in you gave you a hunch. Picking up the phone you quietly answered. “Hello?” you heard a deep sigh on the other side of the line and then the well know gravely voice “Didn’t take you would be the type to sneak out at dawn?” your heart clenched and then started beating like crazy. You could feel your body getting tense.

“And I wouldn’t think you’d be the type to be bothered by such a thing… I would think you’d appreciate it…” he chuckled, you could almost see him shaking his head in amusement “Nah… I was thinking of round two for breakfast…” you sigh grabbing the tip of your nose. This was all one big mess. “I have a fiancé…” you muttered hoping this would salve it and make him cancel the call, but instead he laughed loudly “Oh… I know you do and I ain’t bothered babe, because I know now when he fucks you, you’ll be thinking of me and all I can do to you”. His words rendered you speechless “Mmm just what I thought. You’ll be coming back for more Y/N and oh I will give it to you…” and at that he ended the call.

Standing there and looking at your cellphone you were trying collect yourself. This fucking cocky bastard was so sure you’d be coming back to him. “You wish… we will see who’s left begging…”

tags: @wobblewobble822 @nansasa @nochook @kootieful @kooslilhoe @yoongisducky @xjiminsthighsx @danielle143 @llallaaa @idkjustlovingbts @darcyw16 @missusally-blog @honsoolgloss @nochuel @kaitieskidmore1 @starrlo0ver @geek-lara-nerd @jwnghyuns @xyahrinx @acquiescence804

[piosplayhouse]

Horse Isle 3: The Yandere Sim of Horse Games

(or, an extended study in how to hate your own playerbase as much as humanly possible)

(or, or, tldr there's pretty much no updated information on just how ridiculously bad this game is so here's a writeup on how I got banned and all the subsequent information I found during my time playing for documentation's sake)

Part I. The Backstory

My beloved followers will know that a few months ago I began playing Horse Isle 3, a horse-raising MMO surprisingly released in the year of our horse 2019 despite its 1997-era website and Runescape-esque graphics. Some of my play through (mostly just horse pictures) is chronicled in my tag #homophobic scum horse chronicles ¹ if you want to see how drippy my horses were before they killed me.

Now, don't get me wrong. I have endless respect for small teams of game devs that manage to create insanely impressive products-- which HI3's elaborate real-genetics breeding system, its main draw, certainly is. Coding is hard, modeling is hard, moderation is hard. Tip a coin to your local small indie teams that work hard to make incredible art.

However, HI3 is far from an admirable success story about a small dev team that triumphed over its obstacles.

The game is known for a variety of things, chief among them being the staff's rampant homophobia (which has earned it the moniker "the homophobic horse game"), hilariously uncharismatic mods (to the point where one of the main moderators, Connie, is mentioned by NAME in the majority of poor reviews of the game), the dev team's unrepentant rejection of criticism, and racism with a side of downplaying war crimes.

(Screenshots taken from Sitejabber, here)

Now, it's marketed as a game for ages 8+, which, as I've briefly talked about before, is unfortunately a rarity in today's hostile internet climate. I grew up on a variety of typical child friendly MMOs like ye olde Pixie Hollow and PetPet Park, and truly lament that so many of these have been shut down over the years. As such, I have no issue with strict rules or word filters in games, with the caveat that they are effective and genuinely intended to keep people safe. Kids are naive, and can and will say things that they shouldn't (I, for example, got kicked from a Minecraft server when I was 8 because I posted in chat that my mom told me sex wasn't a bad word. things happen). Filters are a very appropriate tool to aid manual moderation of chat features, especially in an environment where mistakes will be made.

However, HI3's, as shown below (words that are forbidden from chat are marked in red), are... questionably selective.

(Screenshot taken by Alice Ruppert, from here)

This appears to be attributed to the fact that along with having horrible moderators, HI3 also seems to have a remarkably horrible developer backend, which is a trend that you'll see pop up quite a lot in this post. Taken straight from the horse's (haha) mouth, the lead developer is the only person who seems to be able or willing to add to the filter list, and for whatever reason only wants to block the "most common inappropriate words"- because saying transgender is more of an issue than nazi and gulag I guess.

(Screenshot taken from Top R.'s Sitejabber review, here)

¹ I'm not sure how far this will reach out of my audience, and since people have already assumed weird stuff about me I thought I should probably clarify-- I'm not calling the game "homophobic scum" ghghg, my play through was focused on making horse versions of characters from a novel called "scum villain", so I took the scum and added horse (I actually have another tag for a different horse breeding game called "scum horse chronicles" so I needed to distinguish them easily but am not very good at tagging). That's it.

Part II. The Game

The game itself is, putting it simply, a mess at best and openly hostile towards newcomers at worst. The game's UI is comparable to your average petsite with 20 thousand things to click on but if you tried to navigate that while also watching the Pilgrim's Progress movie by Scott Cawthorn on 90% of your screen. This is a very good overview of what your experience first logging in will be like, with the added caveat that talking in global chat costs in game currency and that the game doesn't tell you this at ALL until you try to type in chat, and that depending when you log on it's entirely possible that you'll spawn into a completely dead town miles away from anyone who can help you, wilderness survivor-style.

To make things more complicated, information about the game is split between the game itself and the laughably horrible website/forums. Spectacularly enough, the forums, which provide vital game information and rule elaborations, cannot be searched in any way (not via Google or any hard-baked search bar) and are regularly purged by admins to erase evidence of scandals and poor moderation complaints.

Now, something you will find to be generally people's biggest issue with HI3 is their strict no "date-speak" rule, which sounds ok on paper but is worded *just* vaguely enough to give the moderators full jurisdiction over whether or not they think you're breaking the rules. Selective moderation is a major theme in the HI3 chronicle, but it is perhaps most documented with regards to this rule, because what the hell does "boyfriend/girlfriend talk" even mean?? Outside of vagueness, this rule has also been scrutinized extensively by others due to the fact that a pair of previous moderators were openly married with the igns "FrogLips" and "MrsFrogLips". I don't personally think this is super condemning, since kids usually address adults by Mr/Ms etc whether or not they know they're in a relationship, but regardless it's clear that the complete lack of elaboration on what this rule means can be easily manipulated to lodge any number of complaints against people.

(Screenshot from the Horse Isle website rules page, here)

What I will say, however, is that this rule would probably hold more water if the game wasn't literally about breeding horses.

You can pimp out your horses, you can pay others to breed your mares, you can put any number of special (real life currency-bought) amulets on your horses to make them more fertile/have twins/give birth faster. I paid $1000 to castrate Jiang Cheng. The word "stud" (which btw, is another word for a black butch lesbian) is used constantly. Perhaps most shockingly, horse inbreeding is very common and accepted among the community, to the point that it is explicitly mentioned and EXPLAINED in the game guide; the only penalization for it is that your incest product foal will have a lower intelligence stat. Call me old-fashioned, but I feel as though implementing and acknowledging that horses can breed with their own relatives is hmm perhaps more harmful than another player saying the word gay, but what do I know.

(Screenshot from the Horse Isle website game guide page, here (only accessible with an account))

Well, you might ask, after you breed and sell a horse, is there any way to put a brand on it so you know it's from your ranch? That's where the "prefix" system comes in. Prefixes are bolded titles that appear in front of a horses name in lists and in the overworld, and are described in the official game guide as follows:

(Screenshot from the same Horse Isle website game guide page as linked previously)

I think you can toggle them off if you don't want to see them, though I could be wrong. They're basically just 1-5 letter titles you can put on your own horses (nobody else's, importantly). There's no way to search prefixes, and you won't see them in game unless either a horse with a prefix is listed in auctions or you actually encounter someone in-game and see their horse.

In fact, I would learn later that not even the moderators monitor the prefixes, and apparently have no way to mass-delete them. At all.

(Image taken from an anonymous friend)

Now, it's not unusual that a game as complicated as HI3 would inevitably have a pretty taxing server-side code. Millions of multifaceted assets and features is really nothing to scoff at. However, the notion that your lead developer has to perform a manual search in the game's code to delete the equivalent of a stamp from every instance individually is hilarious. I'm not going to pretend to be a game developer, but there HAS to be a better way of coding a feature that intakes user-generated content that should probably be monitored regularly than that, right? Or, at least, there should be a robust filter system that could prevent any issues from occurring before they would need to be fixed so tediously. You might think.

On December 29th, 2022, I discovered how to register a prefix. It's very common to headcanon the characters I was naming my horses after as transgender, and I thought it would be cute to attach "TRANS" to my horses as a nod to this. However, a filter blocked the word. I was disappointed, but not surprised², and then tried to think of another word that was under 5 letters. To my complete and gay surprise, "GAY" was not filtered out, and henceforth, this worked as my prefix.

As you can see on the popup here, there are scant guidelines for what the requirements for a prefix should be. And, in this moment of apparently utter foolishness, I was under the impression that since "GAY" was NOT filtered out despite there clearly being a filter on this function, it was ok to register. Possibly it's not filtered because it's a synonym for "happy", I thought, which is also cute because I do like when horses are happy. Perhaps the staff had learned from their past criticism and had loosened the restrictions slightly because they felt restructuring was appropriate now that gay marriage is legal in the US, I imagined.

(My original post)³

What I could not imagine, however, was that the only reason the word wasn't filtered out, despite being possibly the most common sexuality-related word, was just because the lead dev couldn't be assed to add it to the filter list. And that apparently I was supposed to know this because it would lead to a permanent ban on my second offense with no warning.

² Hence typing "eat shit lol". Admittedly childish of me, but I didn't put a lot of thought into the post because it was just part of a casual silly live blog I was doing to blow off steam. The "if I get banned" tag surprisingly was not referencing "GAY", as I genuinely thought I was in the clear for that for reasons stated above, but because I tried to register "TRANS" and then posted about it online. You don't have to believe me, but I feel the need to defend myself since some people have wildly extrapolated that my actions were malicious instead of just a split second decision I made because I was bored one morning.

³ Despite the pop-up box saying that prefixes cannot be removed, they actually can at any time, given only that the person that owns the prefix unregisters the horse from it. The unregistering mechanic is for whatever reason not told to the player upon registering the prefix, but is mentioned in the official game guide linked above.

Part III. The Ban, The Report

I will preface this section by saying that I played the game normally. I do like being outrageous sometimes for my followers' entertainment, but I really don't like dragging random people into my antics if they aren't interested. Because of this, I really didn't interact with other players unless we were mutuals on some other platform. I rarely used the chat feature except to participate in server-wide events that required team participation, and I typically just explored on my own for fun. In general I think I was a pretty ok player, objectively, which lines up with my user trust score.

You see, the way moderators of HI3 allegedly keep track of rule breaking is through a "user trust score" with points added if you use features in the game, help people, etc, and points deducted if you violate rules. Anecdotally I've heard that around the -10 total points mark is when moderators put you on a sort of list to be monitored for suspension or punishment, which is pretty reasonable.

By the time I was banned, I had a score of +31. The -10 offset was a part of this debacle. The only thing I had ever done in the game which warranted any kind of violation was, as you will soon see, literally just naming about 30 of my own horses "GAY", a sin egregious enough to apparently offset about 200 hours worth of playtime with no issues.

Because of this, I was a little bit confused on multiple levels. For one, I had never even seen a moderator in game, nor been informed of discipline at any time before. On top of that, their permanent ban notification is extremely strange and vague. The text pop up when you try to log in just reads "Account currently banned -1 minutes ().", which is probably just copied straight from the server-side code for things and just wasn't translated into user-side comprehensibility. You'll also notice there is a "()" section in the notification, which I would assume is where they put the reason for bans, except for the fact that mine was completely blank.

The website which allegedly would hold more info just repeated a near identical code: "BANNED! -1min. Reason:".

So, with nothing else to go off of, I messaged support on the jankiest help center submissions I've ever seen on a website with this:

"Insisting" and "total disregard" are very strong words to use for a situation in which I just typed a word into a textbox because the game let me, I'd think, which is why I tried to reason with her. The prefixes mentioned in my message are well-known amongst the userbase and are much older and wider-spread than mine, so I would think that there would be at least some sort of precedent for this. The "geldings and yearlings" reasoning was mostly a joke, but also intended to express that the nature of an acronym (as the majority of prefixes seemed to be) is that it can be interpreted in many ways. Intent was thrown around a lot when I was discussing the issues of prefixes with other users, and it seemed to have been used to excuse previous behavior in situations where mods liked the users in question better.

I also cannot emphasize enough how much they did not warn me about my prefix being removed. When I logged in and saw my horses' names did not include it, I was suspicious that the moderators removed it just because of the history of their behavior. However, I had no hard evidence because they did not inform me at ALL. Not through in-game mail systems, not through server messages, not through the website. Complete radio silence except for the addition of an unexplained "-10" to my user score. I did complain to some people that I thought it was removed, but a combination of things suggested that it wasn't a huge deal, so I mostly let it lie. For one, I had over 100 hours of playtime and was mildly worried that one of my chat messages had been flagged without my knowledge. For another, my profile text had also mysteriously disappeared, probably because of a glitch, so who knows what could happen in this game. Lastly, I went to the prefix registry again just to check and hilariously enough, they didn't actually block "GAY" from the database. Yeah, they apparently individually deleted it from all of my horses, but couldn't be assed to add such an "inappropriate" word to their filter system.

So I just registered it again and publicly told people that I would do it again if the mods didn't actually tell me to stop. I didn't really care about the prefix because to me, the feature was purely cosmetic. All I wanted was transparency from the staff.

Well, anyway, I assume Connie couldn't think of a comeback, so she just closed my report. I was annoyed because quite literally none of my questions were answered and she didn't even refer to anything in specifics. It would take less than 1 second to type the number of the rule I violated, but I guess that was too much work for her.

I tried to give them as many outs as possible to just apologize about poor communication, but they didn't even take the bare minimum. I would also like to mention that this support ticket process is the ONLY way to directly communicate with any staff. There's no ability to upload files or images on this system, and no email listed that you could contact. So essentially, there's no way to give actual evidence for anything you say even if you want to.

Kat, who is known as the slightly-more-reasonable-but-still-pretty-bad mod then picked up the case. Her response actually provided specific information, which made it leagues above Connie's, but still included some very strange elements for sure.

The notion that this game is intended for a worldwide audience is especially funny to me because you would really think if they cared about other countries they wouldn't violate their own rule one by using a slur for Europe's largest ethnic minority, but ok. It's a weird hill to die on considering how USA-dominated the staff's opinions towards rules are (Connie justifies the usage of a slur for Rromani people based off the opinion of a single roommate she had who reclaimed it, Joe defends a store in-game being called "The Gulag" because Americans don't think gulags are that bad (discussed and cited in the conclusions section)). But then again, picking and choosing what parts of other countries' customs you want to respect is very American, which is why I think they should add an extra star rating for its patrioticness on the website.

As I mentioned before, the prefixes I included in my response are definitely older and more commonly-used than mine, so I'm not sure how they wouldn't have seen them before. This comment also ties back to the suggestion that the moderators have very little control or insight over a distinct feature of their game, which is not a great thing to admit so casually.

Kat has a strange habit of immediately contradicting herself in the same paragraph, as can be seen here. "The glitches never happen and bugs were quickly fixed, but games still have bugs". "People that break the rules usually write in to ask what was wrong, but most people usually never ask". At this point I think we can confidently say that they don't even make an attempt to proofread any of their responses, to be honest.

Her 7th paragraph has one of my favorite lines in this exchange. "If we had to notify players every time we made moderator changes to their account we would spend 24 hours a day" is giving huge Yandere Dev "stop emailing me because I have to spend 24 hours a day reading all my emails instead of coding" energy. You really have to wonder why these people that seem to hate moderating so much are moderators.

You can tell by my response, but I do not like the use of "most" and "usually" in this at all. What's your standard isn't others' standards, and this is a topic which needs to be navigated gently, especially when kids are concerned. I never played the previous Horse Isles. I had no experience with the mod team, or with violations, or with anything because no one bothered to take five seconds to send me a message. No, I did not know that you would permaban me for typing a word that's in one of the most popular traditional Christmas songs in a place were only people who interacted with me would be able to see it. Most games would not do this. To take a lackadaisical approach to your literal job of community management because you want people to moderate themselves is contradictory to your claims of keeping children safe.

I will admit I was being a bit cheeky here as a subtle hint that perhaps they should take feedback, but I also would have taken a genuine response. I try my best to be as polite as possible to tech support staff because not everyone is! But they're people too and a simple thank you is worth a lot in customer service, even virtual. But Kat... you're not really giving me anything to work with here! If anyone reading this has feedback for how I could've rephrased things, feel free to comment them honestly. I actually ran drafts of these messages through a few people before sending them to make sure I was as concise and polite as possible, even if support clearly wasn't interested in reciprocating the effort ("following out rules using the the GAY to begin with"...?).

Part IV. The Backlash

I won't go too into depth in this section because it's more personal than documentarian, so feel free to skip to the next section if you want!

After this, the girlies were not happy with me. The one saving grace of HI3 that I've heard pop up over and over again is that the community is great. And a lot of users are! Don't think I'm disparaging people who play the game because I'm not-- it's a really fun experience with the right people. I was in a Discord server with a lot of people who were extremely helpful and kind.

However, within the community, there's also a pervasive culture of silence. According to Alice Ruppert of The Mane Quest, a lot of people will refuse to go public with their complaints about the staff due to fear of retribution, which I feel is unfortunate but understandable. There's a pressure to shut up and eat your food lest you be seen as someone causing controversy for the sake of it and ruining the sanctity of the game, which is an attitude explicitly encouraged by the staff (discussed more in the next section).

I liveblogged my entire correspondence with the support team to a group of other players for the 2 days I talked to them, and did have a lot of acceptance from people who appreciated someone speaking out. After the 2020 Mane Quest article, public information had sort of just gone dark as the community was pushed further into niche seclusion, despite things not improving at all. However, towards the end of my messaging, a group of people that I had never even spoken to or seen online before accused me of a variety of things ranging from "displaying my sexuality to children" (note: all I ever did was name my horses "GAY". I never once talked about my own sexuality in-game, nor did I say the word in chat ever) to "joining the server to cause drama" to "mocking the lgbt community by throwing around the word gay" (actually I'll attach a picture of this one even though I don't want to put people on blast in this section just because its so funny).

I think most of this can be attributed to the game having gained such a notoriety that longtime players, especially those with strong nostalgic feelings, have become completely desensitized to it. And this compounds with the fact that the game is so niche it doesn't yet have a good alternative to turn to to create a toxic cocktail where people tell themselves that they have to be loyal to the staff to play this one of a kind game-- and that anyone who doesn't follow them just doesn't understand. It's really sad, honestly.

Part V. Conclusions

I don't necessarily think the devs of HI3 are legitimately consciously homophobic-- unfortunately LGBT rights are still controversial amongst the largely southern and rural population of horse enthusiasts, and I could understand if they felt it necessary to skim the line towards conservatism to maintain a userbase. It's cowardly and dumb but it's not a sin to do what you have to do to survive in a capitalistic hellscape as cutthroat as the game industry.

However, what I do think the devs are is power-hungry and hypocritical. They have failed at every turn at community management because they're unwilling to admit they make mistakes, instead choosing to issue non-apologies like "[we] regret you guys got so upset and did not realize neither our true intentions nor motivations nor the whole situation [that we said it's ok that a player has a shop called The Gulag because it's 'not direct or violent']". To respond this way to a userbase filled allegedly with young children as a fully grown adult with a wife and kids is laughably out of touch. 'Sorry your fee-fees were hurt by our adult moderator responding to a serious complaint about inappropriate user-generated content with "lol", but actually you just misunderstood us and we're going to ban anyone who brings this up again' is the sort of response you'd see from the teenage mod team of an Undertale amino, not the supposedly responsible head dev of a 'rare oasis of kid friendly content'.

Telling an audience of impressionable kids that the fact that their feelings are hurt is their fault for not intuiting the intentions of 40+ year old adults is unbelievably toxic, and it's no wonder why people are so nostalgia-bound to feverishly shut down criticism about the games. They've been guilt-tripped into believing the mod team can do no wrong and any controversy, even if valid, that springs up is just extrapolated by people that haven't been laboriously groomed to know what the mod team wants to hear.

Countless times throughout my time researching and playing the game, the number one advice I've heard has always been "suck up to the mods or they won't do anything for you". It's crystal clear that the moderators care more about the joy they get from having power over some 200 users who will kiss their ass if they say a buzzword more than they care about you, your child, or the game itself.

It's essentially a model scam Kickstarter's wet dream, a game propelled to release and popularity by its singular defining feature and left to fester on the shelf as the only game in its niche market. Because of this, I believe there's truly no better way to describe HI3, with its messy backend, refusal to improve, narcissistic moderators, broken features, poor visuals, and inefficiency than as the Yandere Simulator of horse games.

[blainesebastian]

cold hands, warm heart

words: 2,883 ship: austin butler x reader summary: Austin looks back at the car and you’re cold now, snow seeping into crevices from your tumble. “Why does everythin’ have to be a struggle with you?” “Just lucky I guess,” You toss back. warnings: NSFW notes: a bit of bratty!austin, basically just wanted to write about snow and a variety of angst prompts. I used 3, an adapted 11, and 15 from this list. tag list: @killerqueenfan, @austinbutlermischief , @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

It’s winter quiet, the kind that becomes its own type of sound when it settles around you and seeps into your bones. It’s your favorite part of the year, when it snows, the cold nipping at the tips of your fingers and biting at your nose. You prefer this weather so much over the sweaty stickiness of summer and know that plenty of people would call you crazy for that. But this is where the bundled sweaters come in, the anticipation of holidays, fireplaces crackling, icicles and snow. You’ve always loved the snow.

At least, you loved it when you weren’t stuck in it.

You tilt your head a little, as if that attempt will allow you to see out and around the hood of the car that’s popped. Austin’s behind it, checking the engine, even though you’re sure he has no idea what he’s looking at any more than you do. You snuggle down into your seat, your breath beginning to puff gently in front of you as the heat in the car slowly dissipates.

Glancing out the passenger window, you watch as snow falls in big, thick flakes.

As much as you want to blame Austin for all of this, you know it’s not entirely his fault.

Here’s the thing—it’s not like you didn’t know what you signed up for. Austin’s always been a flirt, he comes by it honestly, a typical Leo man. You’ve made jokes about it to your friends and family. But at the same time? You make comments like that because you know Austin is a decent man, he wouldn’t intentionally hurt you and despite gossip mongrels, you don’t think he’s a cheater.

But flirting? Absolutely within his wheelhouse, as easy as breathing, practically automatic when you’ve got him in a larger crowd. This is an innate power you think he’s learned to use if needed, that a well-placed smile or a kind gesture can open plenty of doors.

You don’t think Austin is manipulative, but rather, so genuinely captivating that it knocks people’s defenses right down. And because it’s so natural, Austin just brushes over when it’s thrown right back to him.

It’s taken you a long time to realize that your friend, Marcy, is not as genuine as she should be—especially when she spends half of this party that you’re at flirting with your boyfriend.

What aggravates you more is that Austin completely ignores it—either he doesn’t realize it or it doesn’t bother him enough to say anything.

Deep down, you know he probably doesn’t think much of it, that it doesn’t merit causing a scene when it means nothing to him, when he’s with you. But that’s not how things feel and you can’t stand the look on your friend’s face, that it seems like she’s getting away with something. Like she actually has a shot with your boyfriend.

Grabbing your coat, you abruptly decide you’re leaving, the front door closing all the way before Austin realizes you’ve disappeared from the party. He grabs his coat too, haphazardly closing the door as you adjust your beanie, making sure your scarf is covering your neck and tugging your gloves on.

“Y/N.”

You let out a huff, “Save it.”

Probably a bit harsh but you’re feeling particularly raw, deciding that the weather has let up enough that you can walk home. It’s just a few blocks anyways, fresh snowfall but nothing that should be too icy? Safer than the roads, you think. You’re not sure if it’s going to snow any more tonight, not too cold.

“What are you doing?”

You motion to the sidewalk, finishing buttoning your coat and stuffing your hands into your pockets, “Baking a cake,” You snap, “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m walking home before I say something I’m gonna regret.”

You begin walking and you think the conversation might be finished…at least until you both get back to your place. But you suppose you should know better, you do know Austin better, because you hear the car engine start and suddenly he’s driving up alongside you.

He slows the pace, rolling down the window so he can talk to you, “C’mon, it’s freezing—get in the car.”

“Why don’t you go see if Marcy needs a ride home?” Seems you’re going with petty tonight on the menu.

“This wouldn’t even be a problem if you wouldn’t insist on makin’ it one.”

You scoff out a laugh because really? Shaking your head, you don’t waste your time with a response. The car engine stops and you almost look over your shoulder to see if Austin is heading back to the party, but instead move forward along the sidewalk towards your destination. And then suddenly, your boyfriend is in front of you, crouching down to pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Oh my god,” You struggle, “Put me down! Austin!”

This is so ridiculous and if you weren’t so pissed off, this situation might actually be comical to you. Austin’s tall, this is easy for him, and it’s nothing he hasn’t done before. He thinks that this is some sort of plan— putting you in the car like the baby you’re pouting as. There have been plenty of times when he’s had you in his arms and you’ve enjoyed it.

This is not one of them.

“Austin I am so serious—”

“Just get in the car, I’m not letting you walk home—”

You’re so mad that you don’t even think about your next move, you just dip your chin and bring your teeth together…biting his hand. Austin gasps, instantly losing his balance and ungracefully lets you go. You land in a big heap on top of a snow pile in the grass, winter getting to the soft skin of your wrists, neck, and under your coat. You sit up, a flutter of amusement in your chest because you feel like no one would believe you if you tried to talk about how this night was playing out.

“I can’t believe you fuckin’ bit me, are you serious?” Austin yells, definitely angrier than before and you can’t help but let out a sharp laugh,

“You dropped me.” You huff, attempting to move your hair out of your face with your gloved hands, “I told you to put me down.”

“And that means you bite me?” Austin asks around the same time someone comes out of the party, watching the both of you from the steps because you haven’t gotten very far—

“You two alright?”

Austin and you glance at one another, exhales leaving like puffed smoke in the air. He straightens his shoulders, shaking out his hand and you pull yourself up from the ground, attempting to brush snow off your clothes.

“Yeah,” You reply as he says, “Fine.”

The person on the steps does not seem overly convinced but they leave you alone, walking to their car.

Austin looks back at the car and you’re cold now, snow seeping into crevices from your tumble. “Why does everythin’ have to be a struggle with you?”

“Just lucky I guess,” You toss back, taking your beanie off as you stomp through the crunching ice to get into the passenger seat. No use walking home now.

Austin gets in the car and closes the door, turning the heat on as he begins to drive. He takes it slow, the road conditions not the best but it’s that part of the year where snow and ice take their turns on top of snowplows and salt trucks. As he clears a block, turning onto a small hill that leads down towards your place, thick white flakes begin to flutter down.

You let out a slow breath, looking out your window—you’ve always been fond of winter trees the best. Of course summer in full bloom is beautiful, and the colors of autumn are charming, but there’s always something about bare winter trees that hold intricate layers of snow that are breathtakingly striking.

A shiver courses down your spine and you go to reach for the heat dial but Austin’s hand is already moving, making sure that the vents are pointing in your direction. Admittedly, it melts not only the snow on your coat, but the ice you felt in your veins leaving the party.

Maybe you…overreacted a little, “I’m sorry.”

Austin glances over at you before keeping his eyes on the road, carefully making his way down the hill, “For biting me?”

A small smile tugs the corners of your mouth, “No.”

He scoffs but even in the darkness of the car you can see the corners of his lips tilt up—and then the car skids. It’s not too fast, not completely out of control, but you can tell Austin can’t stop the wheels from swerving a bit down the hill. You gasp as it gains a bit of momentum towards the bottom, the only thing stopping the vehicle is the guardrail blocking off a section of woods.

It’s a firm bump, enough for you to hear your heartbeat in your ears and feel it in your throat.

“You alright?” Austin asks, his hand coming up to touch the back of your head. You nod, “You sure?”

“Yeah—you?” He attempts to start the engine one, twice, but it stalls. Undoing his seatbelt before humming at your question, he opens the car door. “Where are you going? Let me just call triple A.”

But he’s really going to do the whole thing where he looks under the hood, like secret answers will be printed on machinery.

This is definitely both of your faults but you’re getting cold again.

You’ve seen plenty of horror movies that start out this way—stranded car near the woods, the dead of winter…you frown as you take a longer look out the window and watch the snow fall before opening up the door.

“C’mon let’s just walk, I’m freezing. We can send a tow truck for this in the morning.”

Austin sighs and zips up his coat like he’d rather not, but it’s a better option than messing around with the car’s engine while it continues to snow. You reach for his hand to help him step over an embankment of snow near the tire, looking down past the woods where the street opens up again. Only a five-minute walk, doable.

Austin winces a bit and you look down at your joined hands, a soft laugh slipping out of your lips, “Sorry, that your injured palm?”

“Can’t believe you drew blood.”

“I did not.” You snort, starting to walk with him. You help balance one another out so that there’s no slipping but the new falling snow definitely doesn’t help. For once you’re incredibly thankful that you went with winter boots instead of something fashionable for that disaster of a party.

It’s quiet for a short while as you get to the bottom of the hill and find your footing, making your way to the sidewalk so that you’re off the road. You continue to hold hands, even gloved you’re able to run your finger along his knuckles. He squeezes, a silent communication between you both.

Luckily, it doesn’t take too long to get back to your place, taking your keys out of your pocket to quickly unlock the front door. You shake off the cold the best you can, both you and Austin moving inside and to the living room.

“Good thing I got this thing fixed,” You shiver, toeing off your boots and turning the fireplace on. It takes a moment before it flickers to life, licking at panels of wood.

You slowly take off your gloves and scarf, sniffling, your fingers shaking as you attempt to undo your coat as well. Austin comes up beside you, adjusts the fireplace setting so it’s a bit higher, more heat. He then turns to look at you, a soft smile on his handsome face.

There are still snowflakes in his hair, melting as you reach up and touch some of the strands.

“You’re shakin’,” He murmurs, helping you undo your coat, sliding it off. He carries it to the front door to hang it up to dry, coming back in. He reaches for you, running his hands along the shoulders of your sweater which feels kinda damp. No doubt from falling off his shoulder and into the snow. “Want me to make you some tea or somethin’?”

You shake your head, sniffling again, “No, it’s okay—I’ll warm up.”

Austin hums lightly, hands moving against your arms now, “I can help with that.” He watches you for a long moment, fingering a strand of hair behind your ear. He takes in a soft breath, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, “M’sorry about before, about your friend.”

You let out a soft noise that kind of sounds like a strangled chuckle, “You’re just sayin’ that because you want to kiss me.” A tiny bit of a joke, you do hear the genuine inflection in Austin’s tone.

He smiles, “Possibly.” He paints his lips over your forehead and your eyes flutter closed. Austin draws his thumb along your jawline, his other resting on your waist, “I mostly just ignore her when she’s like that,” Which is…something you considered, “But I didn’t realize it bothered you.”

“It does bother me,” You tilt your chin to look up at him. And you realize this is a conversation you really need to have with your friend, since she’s the one who always starts this mess in the first place.

Austin nods, “Won’t happen again, promise.”

And even though you want to pout, you can’t quite do it standing in front of him, the shadows from the fire flickering on the strong lines of his face. You lick your lips, looking down at his, before kissing him.

“Still want to help warm me up?”

Austin smirks against your mouth, his hands slipping up and under your shirt.

It doesn’t take very long to lose layers of clothing, Austin moving towards the couch to grab a few pillows, blankets, tossing them on the floor in front of the fireplace. Very Hallmark channel; makes you laugh, and he wraps his arms around your waist and presses kisses along your shoulders, your breasts, down your sternum and stomach.

A fluttering heat begins in the center of your body, spreading thick and heavy like molasses, a tingling that pulls down.

You run your hand through his hair and suddenly Austin picks you up just enough to lie you down on the floor,

“What is it with you pickin’ me up today?”

Austin settles between your legs, grinning, “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

The heat of his body along your inner thighs drives you a little crazy and instead of dignifying that comment with a response, you lean up and kiss him instead. You slide your hand between your bodies, reaching for him, wrapping your hand around his length. Austin lets out a slow moan or a sigh, his head falling to rest in the crook of your neck.

You turn your head, pressing a kiss to his jawline, relishing in the way he sounds as you move your hand, make him hard.

Austin slides your thighs further apart with his one leg and god, you’re wet already, his own fingers slipping inside of you so easily that it makes you squirm. He works you open, until your legs are trembling for a completely different reason that has nothing to do with the cold.

“Now,” You whisper, “Please, now.”

Austin smiles against your skin, kissing you, tongue slipping between your lips as he slides into you. You hike your leg up, giving yourself a bit of an angle, having him go deeper as he moves. The movement is fluid, your fingers digging into the skin of his back, all that pressure building inside and pulsing out. Your head tips back when you cum, dragging your body a bit against the carpet but…you don’t even care, feels so good, even when Austin has to quicken his pace to finish.

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling a bit sensitive, closing your legs a bit tightly as he shifts. It’s around his body but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Sorry,” He brushes that apology on your shoulder, a few kisses.

Austin is silent as he eventually gets up and even with your eyes closed, you know where he’s headed. He comes back with a warm washcloth, cleans you up, cleans himself up, pressing his lips where he can reach on heated skin.

“Think I have a brush burn on the back of my shoulder,” You let out a soft laugh, Austin shifting slightly. You follow through with his movement, leaning up so that he can pull the blanket where it needs to be. You rest easier on top of it, smiling up at him.

He grabs another blanket from a nearby chair, comfortably settling next to you, raking his fingers through your hair.

“Much warmer now, right?”

You hum, satisfied, sleepy— “Much. Would keep checking on that though, just in case.”

Austin smirks, stretching his arm across your stomach, the fire crackling as snow continues to fall outside, “That can definitely be arranged.”

[deeper-x-deeper]

[NEW PINNED 8/24/2024]

WARNING!

18+ HERE THERE BE HORNY 18+

MINORS DNI

got sick of scrolling past a big thing so if you're new CLICK THE READ MORE

hi I'm a 26 year old transmasc boything with an emotional support god complex. (it's mostly a bit but I may like it a little too much) he/him, it/its, or ze/zem/zis (treated as grammatically singular) pronouns. they/them is whatever but not preferred. top surgery and on T. if you absolutely must refer to me by some kind of name/title, Administrator or Admin will do, since that's what I use in recordings and drone style sessions. I use Handler for petplay style things but don't usually use it verbally. otherwise you can just mention "god" in your moans while you jack off to my blog and I'll accept that as an offering of worship. :3

update: I can no longer deny how much I like the title of "Master" so. guess I'll add that to the list.

I am an Aromantic Bisexual Service Switch with a preference for dominance, and despite being proudly easy to hypnotize, I do not submit for just any generic dom, and my submission must be earned. however, I have no preference between top or bottom.

I will mostly be talking about hypnosis on this blog. Honestly, most of my non-hypnosis posts can be interpreted with hypnotic undertones, and my god complex posts should always be interpreted to have hypnosis involved.

I also make my own recordings! The free ones will be linked here, but if you want to keep up with the stuff that I can't post here...

https://www.patreon.com/user?u=118883163

I also have a YouTube page for the recordings available for free at the above link.

https://youtube.com/@hypnosis-rar

💚 asks, anons, dms open, please be respectful or I will block 💚

(I may play up the god complex but please speak to me like a person first)

main kinks talked about on here:

Hypnosis (obviously)

Puppy play

CNC and occasionally free use

monsterfucking including oviposition

idk what it's called when I get off on pretending to be a cult leader but that's here

I've probably forgotten a lot of them but I try to remember to tag oviposition for posts and rbs but I only seem to remember to tag hypnosis on my original posts.

important tags:

#my art [for original artworks I either have rbed from my main or are so horny they're only available here]

#my vibrations [for original hypnotic voice recordings]

#text induction [for text based inductions]

#covert induction [usually paired with the text induction tag]

#personal thoughts [for original text posts]

#trance ideas [for potential future scripts]

#records for my research [for posts about my irl and vc hypnosis sessions]

#god complex? it's simple really [for posts containing my cult leader fantasies]

#spiral

#gif (and #flashing but rarely and it's never intense)

[these are separate as not every gif is a spiral, and not every spiral is a gif]

HARD LIMITS

detrans/forcefem

ddlg

feet

💚Final Remarks💚

if you receive a follow from stinkypossum, that's my main art blog.

if you receive an anonymous ask signed

- d x d

that's me

this pinned will be directly edited as needed and I will update the date at the top to reflect changes

let's have fun and be weird!

[honey-kki]

RE discourse since I guess literally everyone's opinions matter

didn't think I'd want to add to this or die on this hill but here we are I guess :D there's been so much discourse for Leon x Reader and it boggles my mind how naive some of you are of the internet, fanfiction, and fiction in general. But I'm gonna make a bullet list and hope this doesn't get too long

Don't like it; don't interact with it

Simple, there are block buttons for a reason but no you all want to be ethically and morally superior and complain on a website where most of the user base are adults. You curate your own experience on the internet, the blogs who write dead-dove state what it's going to be about before you read it. You only have yourself to blame.

What about the kids?

Honest to god who cares. Are they your kids? Do you know these kids? There used to be porn on here. Don't act like kids are so naive and need protecting. Most of the kids on here are probably tweens or young teens and they definitely know about sex. And if they are actual children, it is their parents responsibility to keep an eye on their child. and I have faith these kids are not illiterate and they can google anything that they don't know in the tags. They are also responsible for curating their internet experience. You gonna go to ao3 and ask what about the kids? Many places on the internet are not meant for kids and honestly it should be kept that way.

Dead-dove will influence others and propagate pedophiles, rapists etc...

No. I hate to break it to you, but people who are legitimately terrible morally corrupt people will just go out and do it whether or not they read fiction. They're not lurking on Leon x Reader tag when there's also just actual terrible published novels that are essentially all dead-dove, but worse because there's no warning before you read them. The policing of fiction on one website will not stop or drop SA rates and if you truly believe so, show me an article/journal/study that links the two besides an odd case here or there.

It's no ones kink!

Have you been on pornhub? I guarentee you it is someones kink, and as distasteful as that may seem to some of you, guess what? No one is forcing you to be into it. I'm not into some of the dead-dove stuff but also I'm an adult and I realize that and I can move on. But also, fiction for many i imagine is a form of catharsis. To help deal with trauma or work out dark thoughts. You can go around and accuse blogs of being morally terrible but when the only evidence you have is they wrote fiction, about a character that doesn't exist, it's a weak argument.

You don't need to voice your distaste in everything

Recently, there has been an uptick in dead-dove content. But also for the most part, there are so many other blogs that don't write that. You are focused on a minority and your complaining about ethics and morals are only performative. You want to gate-keep fiction? You don't like non-con, fine. What if a story has a pivotal moment but there's non-con. What if there's a genuinely good series but there are dead-dove elements. You want to laud over these blogs and look better but banning content is a slippery slope. ao3 doesn't do it, and people love ao3. It trends when it goes down. Just because something bothers you, you don't have to do a whole crusade. If it really bothered you, you wouldn't be complaining on the internet. Go out there, form help-groups, you could even do a degree is psychology or criminal justice. You're all so worried about the impact of dead-dove but you only care because it's in the leon x reader tag. and let's be honest, most users following this tag are women. Living out a fantasy.

In closing:

Everyone pressed about dead-dove should be grateful that the blogs even put a warning. And if you truly cared about the issues you raise in your arguments, you would understand that reading fiction is the lowest cause for someone to go out and commit crimes. Not when certain religions exist, or manifestos, or even cultural norms. The internet, and even writers in general, cater to a lot of things. Tumblr has a block button, use it and stop trying to police others unless you plan on applying the same rules to every site you interact with.

[monst]

Da rules

Well here's some new rules and a reintroduction: 

     I go by Monst and I guess I’m writing again: I do read faster than I write so enjoy all the reblogs lol

I like the color orange it's not relevant, just thought I'd put it out there

Uh the bnha master list is definitely not up to date and needs a revamp (I will probably get to that eventually, someday...soon...) Speaking of it Here's the DC one and Here's the BHNA one.

Anyways if you're interested below is basically the what's what. Stick around if you want.

 Okay cool!

       I’m a new person! (Not really still v much unhinged) But we do have some new rules so let’s get to it: 

All characters for nsfw stuff are aged up 18+ (If you’re one of those (Can't separate reality from fiction/fantasy) then the unfollow/block buttons haven’t moved from their location and you are free to use them at your discretion )  

     I’m cool with: 

Requests- Hcs, Scenarios, thirst posts, Ya sending ideas, thirst, recommendations, ask for advice or info dump (Might not get to all of them, and might not do some I’m not feeling) I write for F. Reader, GN. reader and M. Reader. Genre: all of them tbh

Ships! Character x character is cool - Block #Ship🤌 if it's not for you

Random shit- You telling me about your day, thoughts, opinions on whatever ig. I love to chat. 

I’m okay with dark content (Dubcon, noncon, yandere, somno, etc.) and everything should be tagged appropriately. You can always ask that I tag something if it is missing. 

Sfw- Fluff, angst basically anything that tickles my fancy. Most of my longer stuff is going to be sfw going forwards and while probably be on Ao3

Music! Tell me what your listening too! (Yes I'm one of those 'I listen to everything' I need new stuff to listen to)

Also! I miss the whole deviant art/Quizzilla shit so I might do a whole seven minutes in heaven thing lmao (This doesn’t belong here but scream at me about it cause I need it to happen for nostalgia’s sake) 

    I’m not cool with: 

Scat

Underage/PDF

Incest (This one's a toss up, it honestly depends cause I've written for it both step & blood related)

Use your discernment ig

Also, I'm kinda using this space as a kinda fun mostly horny diary lmao so it's just mostly gonna be vibes

So here’s the fandoms&Characters if you wanna request: 

Mha- 

Shocker, but I do have some old asks that are too good to just let’em go ya know?  

Shinsou (I started this blog cause of him so.. yeah) 

Villain/Yandere Deku sorry

Bakugou

Endeavour 

Dabi

Hawks

Tokoyami 

Shoto

Dc- 

Please, please, please send me shit about Tim Drake. (Need him biblically) Literally hopped back on for him. 

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle 

Poison Ivy 

Joker (Nothing good is coming out of anyone requesting this I just know it) 

Constantine 

Diana (Wonder woman my beloved) 

Amanda Waller 

Cheetah 

Slade Wilson… 

JJK-

Nanamin 

Gojo  

Inumaki 

Invincible- 

Mark Grayson 

…Nolan...

Debbie

Alan! 

Naruto-

Kakashi ‘blow my back out’ Hatake

Itachi 

Shisui (My love)

Madara

Tobirama’s messy ass

Ask for more but these are my faves 

D- gray man-

Yuu Kanda!

Tyki Mikk

Kingdom Hearts-

Riku

Vanitas 

Most of the organization tbh

FF7-

All of them. 

But especially Sephiroth 

Any type of monster lmao 

Kenji Sato lmao

You can ask for others not listed in different fandoms I just think this has gotten a bit too long  

And Yeah, Let’s have fun! ^^

New Tags: 

         This bitch is yapping - Any asks answered or just general shit

         Thirsty bitch juice - Small scenarios, thirst,

         Pretty things- Art 

         Oh la la that’s some good shit right there- Fic recs & reblogs

         On my monster fucking bs - Monster fucking lol 

         Lock that shit up in the basement pls- cursed asks and stuff 

Uh random bullshit go! - My newer writing

And if you made it this far down here's a cookie 🍪

[jmtorres]

I thought as a fannish tumblr I could stumble along without a *jazz hands* policy but I guess I gotta pin a post.

I am on Tumblr for fun.

If you send an ask for money I will block and report spam.

Below the cut: stuff I reblog, sideblogs, stuff I try to avoid, block policies, queue, do not ask me for money, and as a palate cleanser to thank you for reading, a nice picture of my cat.

I like to reblog:

pictures of animals and flowers

fannish stuff about shows, books and podcasts I'm enjoying (I like a lot of shit and I'm a fannish butterfly and/or magpie, it's not useful for me to post a fandom list, it expands often) (this includes thinking about characters banging, if you are an "anti" you will probably not enjoy my blog)

sometimes chronic health stuff, that's less fun but the spoonie community sometimes offers advice i find useful or just, relatable weariness

neurodivergent stuff too

food and recipes

art (no AI. if you see me reblog AI-generated content feel free to let me know) (by the way I HATE being suspicious of artists and trying to figure out if something is genuinely creative or machine-mixed.)

architecture and interior decor

fashion

hot people, often wearing fashion

if it makes me laugh. memes and shit.

language/linguistics stuff

filmmaking stuff

knitting and other fibercrafts

general nerdery

queer stuff (history, queer rep, talking about the queer experience, hot queer people flaunting it)

jewish stuff (usually cultural, some midrash, I try not to post about current events see below)

scifi & fantasy writing/what-ifs/meta

polls I miss LJ clicky-boxes but i vote in all kinds of polls it activates something in my brain

like literally whatever interests me, this is a personal blog, not themed*

* i have a couple of themed blogs, which I very occasionally update:

@teachdeathtodye, about both fiber and hair dyeing

@wheresmygoddamnlunarbase, about surprising or exciting scientific and technological advancements.

any other blogs that are not defunct? apparently as of 2023 I still post to @hewasonfogmachine, which was essentially a moodboard for an epic plotbunny I never wrote. it was a rock star AU, so lots of interesting musical instruments and performances. also an MCU/Mission Impossible fusion so hot pics of actors from both franchises, and my fancasts for OCs. either a very specific or very random themed blog, but if it's to your taste, enjoy.

But back to THIS blog!

I try not to post about politics (I am trying not to even read about politics on tumblr tbh) but sometimes the moment moves me. I will tag relevantly (I use "us politics" for American shit and "i/p" for the Israel-Palestine conflict).

I believe in curating my tumblr experience. I filter a lot of keywords and tags, but I also unfollow people if you post something that upsets me and gets past the filters. It's rarely personal. Who I follow is meant to give me an interesting and pleasing dashboard experience, not necessarily be a reflection of who I'm friends with.

I block fairly liberally. If I find your posts/opinions antithetical to my existence or my friends' existence, I will do my damndest to block you rather than argue with you (sorry if i was unable to resist arguing with you before I remembered the block button).

I softblock declared minors who follow me. I'm not an "adult" blog per se but I'm not filtering my content for children and also if you are a minor for your own safety you should not be announcing it on the internet, get that shit off your profile.

I periodically check who follows me and I might softblock (or hardblock) you if I do not think we are compatible (ie you have a DNI that lists people like me but followed me anyway for some reason??)

I queue shit and don't mark it queued so me posting is never an indication of whether I'm actually online.

And here's the thing I need to say that got me to pin a post:

I do not reblog ANY requests for money, I do not respond to asks from people I don't know personally asking for money. I'm on Tumblr for fun and my wallet is not available.

If you send me something like that and it looks spammy (which if you're cold calling, it does), I will report you to Tumblr. If you send me something like that and we don't know each other at all, I will block you. (If I know you I will probably gently remind you I don't do that. Unless I know you but you've been borderline annoying or upsetting in the past, in which case I might just block you anyway.)

Look. The world sucks. A lot of us are in financial straits and are not getting the support we need from our communities, our governments, our families. But I don't have the energy to figure out if you're "deserving" and I'm not loaded either. I do my volunteering/community aid locally in person, not online, to be sure I know who I'm helping, and because a lot of the help I am able to provide is via action rather than money. I am very sorry for the failures of our society that have made social media your best chance of getting help, but please don't ask me to participate in that.

Here's my cat.

The end

[rmd-writes]

weekend wip game (I stole your banner Lola, soz)

Tagged by @welcometololaland @jesuisici33 💖

1. WIP List:

I don't really have any real wips currently (okay, there is one), I'm in that weird limbo where I finished my last project and am about to start another, but I guess I can do this for anything I've given a little thought to - some have an actual plot, some have a line or two or dialogue, some are just a concept

Call Me (By My Name) - a Tarlos collab with @welcometololaland this is actually the thing I'm about to start working on

SC Frozen Over 2023 fic

Tarlos gym AU series

Firstprince dog meet cute AU (aka Frida fic)

Tarlos model AU

Tarlos spy AU

Vet!TK/social worker!Carlos fwb to lovers AU

Firstprince childhood friends to exes to lovers tattoo shop AU

Lawyer AU pt 3

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

The firstprince dog meetcute is the only one that I've actually put words to

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Either Call Me (By My Name) because Lola and I have no control over words when we write together, or the Tarlos model AU has the potential to spiral into something lengthy

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Pass. See above re not actually working on any of them yet. But the collab is going to be super fun because it's low pressure and we just vibe

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

The firstprince tattoo shop AU because the way I want to tell the story, it has two timelines and I want it to be non-linear. Also the Tarlos spy AU because it's so out of my wheelhouse

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

See above

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

I have almost everything that isn't just PWP beta read! I like having trusted friends in my docs, it gives me motivation to write and also I am needy and require validation while I'm writing. Beta readers make such a difference though - I can edit my own work and come up with a pretty clean copy when I don't use a beta reader - but it's always good to get fresh perspective to address any plot holes or just add that little bit extra. And also to remind me that sentences should not be 5 lines long all the time and point out when I use the same word 3 times in one paragraph 😅

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

Oh it's not on the list because I don't know if I'll ever go back to it, but

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

Lawyer AU part 3, because Brianna (Alex's PA) is an absolute queen

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

either the gym AU (I mean, if you've read the earlier parts of the series, you'll know why) or the Tarlos spy AU or Call Me (By My Name) (the things Lola and I have ✨planned✨ 😌😌😌)

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Probably the firstprince tattoo shop au because it has an exes element

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

lol none of them yet

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

I never remember my dreams!

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

As above, the firstprince tattoo shop au will have dual timelines and be told in a non linear way

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

Call Me (By My Name) because it's Lola and I, so expect sexy vibes with a healthy dose of chaose

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

Lawyer AU pt 3 is going to be mostly outsider pov!

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

If I manage to get my shit together and actually write some SC fic for the Frozen Over fest this year, that will make it three years in a row that I've participated in that fest 💖

Tags and questions for artists/gifmakers under the cut!

Tagging: @orchidscript @carlos-in-glasses @goodways @lightningboltreader @reasonandfaithinharmony @guardian-angle22 @herefortarlos @fitzherbertssmolder @never-blooms @liminalmemories21 @freneticfloetry @ambiguouspenny @lizzie-bennetdarcy @wandering-night19 @sherryvalli @heartstringsduet @iboatedhere @clottedcreamfudge @kiwiana-writes @cricketnationrise @sunshinestrand @stereopticons @ramonaflow @chelle-68 @hearitinthesilencesilence @leaves-of-laurelin @maxbegone and anyone else who wants to play

Questions for artists/gifmakers

1. WIP List:

2. Which WIP is your most complex?

3. Do any of your WIPs involve you using a technique/style that you haven't used before? What inspired you to try it?

4. Which WIP do you expect will take you the longest?

5. Which WIP are you finding the most enjoyable to create?

6. Do you have a favourite character to draw/stitch/paint/depict? Are they in many of your WIP projects?

7. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of creator's block?

9. Do any of your WIPs contain characters outside the main ship? How are you finding creating those?

10. What emotions are you hoping to convey through your WIPs?

11. Are there any features/details you are finding challenging in your WIPs?

12. Which WIP has the most complex shading/colouring?

13. Which WIP has the most complex background?

14. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for?

15. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

16. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other art doesn't?

17. Are any of your WIPs commissions?

18. Do you have a character that is more difficult to draw/stitch/paint/depict? Are they in many of your WIP projects?

19. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

[vaspider]

*deep breath* okay, so.

Sometimes you have to say things out loud which should be perfectly obvious, but:

Nothing I say is ever a commandment, incitement, or request to go bother someone else unless I specifically say 'hey, you should go bother this person,' like when I say 'you should go bother this elected official about this specific topic.' I don't believe in sending people to harass other private individuals, and as long as I've been on this site, I've said that over and over again. I am expressly against harassment of all kinds, and it's not okay to go bother people just because I am arguing with them or have said 'hey don't be a twerp' to them. This is doubly not-okay when you're not part of the community that's arguing or discussing.

And also, I am not responsible for what other people do, and it's really not okay to try to hold me responsible for what other people do unless, you know, I told them to do it. Which I didn't. So let's be very clear: I don't want people to go bother others, and if I find out someone who follows me has gone to harass others based on my stated opinions, they will not follow me or associate with me anymore.

It is always in your power to block someone, including me, and I'm okay with that. What's weird is when you go on rants about how someone (me) should be 'rolled up in a carpet and thrown off a bridge' or that 'every note is a punch in vaspider's antisemitic(1) head' (yeah, those are both real things a person said, recently!) and then tag it with my name so that it comes up when people search for me. It's especially weird if you do that while complaining about harassment. Like, you get that you're a hypocrite, right?

So what I've done is what I recommend for others to do: I blocked the person responsible, I reported the posts for harassment, which they are, and I added their username to my filter list so that I won't forget who they are (which I will, because they are not important to me at all and I will forget they exist by tomorrow) and reblog their posts accidentally in the future. This is the thing that this person could also do, rather than being weird.

Also, if you want me to stop following you, just... block me. It's fucking fine. Don't be weird about it, don't send me a message about it, I don't actually care. If you feel weird about leaving me blocked, then block me and unblock me. It'll force me to unfollow all of your blogs. If a random chronic illness blog I follow or whatever disappears from my dash, I probably won't even notice. I don't know how to say this without sounding mean, but like, there are a lot of people on Tumblr, and I genuinely do not care enough about the random blogs I follow who are not my actual friends to get upset if suddenly one of them disappears and I find out I'm blocked. I'll assume that you decided you didn't want me following you, and I'll move on with my life and probably forget you ever existed. Please curate your internet existence and do not make people's lives your fucking problem. If someone bothers you, block them. For fuck's sake, y'all.

(1) calling another Jew an antisemite is uhhh... well, it's a look, I guess. Especially for disagreeing with someone. It's not cute.