#then i remember how i barely am active even on the server i am a mod for and i think of how big this fandom is

[bri-does-art]

Hi, just popping in to say I'm alive, still working on the next chapter and those ask responses, everything's good. |'D In case anyone was worried!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for speaking about how anti bullying group/server treated me?

This is a two year old situation that I got reminded of today

So background: I (22NB) joined a group via tiktok that was started after an incident involving a plus sized cosplayer and a company (person is not involved in this situation & is still one of my lovely mutuals). However due to the size of the group, a group of child predators joined including someone who was a mutual (I didn't know about their gross, as a csa survivor I blocked and such asap). Stuff got exposed (with some information given by one of my close friends). This caused the server to be remade and I was semi active in it but it was still a large server. I however noticed that my tiktok was blocked by the group's page and decided to message the ppl running it. After a week of nothing I get a message that I have some of the predators following my page therefore am now banned from the server and was basically told to keep me being banned between me and the server leader. I decided not to do so and shared the information, not once insulting them and even saying i understand their intentions but they didn't even share the usernames of the predators following my page. The main person who ran it has since blocked me and the few mutual I had who helped run it unfollowed me (didn't remove me from their following tho but I unfollowed them as well when I realized). I have friends and mutuals who are still a part of this group and I feel like an ah for having such a dislike for the group now. I'm tempted to bring it up again to be like still no apology for being kicked out of a group because of a bullshit zero tolerance policy because I'm petty and still bitter when I remember it

-also after my post someone (outside of the group) was able to figure out which predator was following me via their side page. I blocked them immediately.

-i expressed concern over possibly missing information (such as usernames). I didn't express that this was bc the information was hard for me to consume with triggering myself

-i showed screensshots of the conversations I had with the people running it

-they had also said it was inappropriate for a friend of mine who at the time was barely 18 to be friends with people who were 17 and 16

-the server themselves don't have all the usernames of the side pages of the predators

-there has been at least one person who claimed they were blocked by this group and such bc they were complaining about minors being rude or creepy in their comments but I have no proof and this person has said stuff that I ended up blocking them for

-their zero tolerance policy excuse feels like bullshit because they have my friends and mutuals still in the group (tho I believe its inactive for the most part bc they fall short of plans to do things outside of the server).

-dont hate on my friends and mutuals for still being a part of the group. This has actually benefit me bc of information the group keeps in their server including a person who tends to stalk and harass people online that started to harass me

-i have also have had info about a person being into l0li/sh0ta con but in the same spaces forwarded to the group via a mutual in the group. It's a large group with a lot of people so I understand the want to stay in it.

What are these acronyms?

[faulix]

btw, since people love lying about me on this website:

i have not known lolthia for a year like they claim. i first learned of lolthia about a month ago when i noticed their racist treatment of my friend. it was by chance we learned of their goretober list that had abuse glorification with prompts like medical/drugged torture, kidnapping, and stalking. we were able to see that lolthia had a pattern of writing yandere, murder, and other gross topics with a quick search of their blog. THAT is why i decided to say something and call them out. period

x

i find it kind of hilarious that you're claiming to have blocked me from servers and discord so you don't have proof. i wonder if you would even know my discord, yknow, the one handle i haven't changed in years. i mean, surely if you have me blocked you would be able to pull that up easy right? let's not forget the fact that you're claiming to know me personally when you cannot even get my pronouns right.

x

the funny part about this is that barely anyone who rb'ed your callout weren't even your mutuals, with a good amount of people actually adding in the notes how fed up they were with your bullshit. i am not a big enstars blog. i'm not even talking about enstars right now. i am a small blogger with less than 100 followers who ships with the only two minor characters in enstars. a majority of people who have rb'ed your callout are not big enstars bloggers. we are small time selfshippers just trying to have a fun time on tumblr dot com. the only one who is willfully taking themselves out of the fandom or even the circle of enstars selfshippers is you. you willfully create harmful content, you paint yourself as the victim, and you refuse to apologize for multiple things such as your racism and suicide baiting.

x

i am nice to others because they are not winding up their victim complex to make me look like the bad guy. again, if you have legitimate proof that we were once friends: look at your blocklist (or your server blocklist) and post my handle. i dare you. but then again, you probably couldn't do that considering you don't know what the username is. i think the funniest thing about it is that you can't even be bothered to post the server name, can't even bother to explain how we met (shocker considering i've only been into enstars actively for like barely a year now), it is you saying "well this is clearly my word against his" when you can't even provide the basic proof that you and i ever knew each other. you probably DON'T want me to post the ask where you said that you had finally found me and lamented that we could even be friends now if i would take back my words and be the bigger person. but then again, you kind of admitted that yourself when you said you didn't know who made the callout and even said it could be multiple people because you didn't know, but hey, let's take back that and spin it as a long rooted hate campaign by me. x

btw, when i first made this post, i held off on posting it because i haven't received nonanon asks for this, so i was able to chalk it up to you just trying to send more anons toward me to get me painted as the villain, but since this morning i woke up to you making a callout post about me that was filled with lies and fake screenshots it's about time i speak up. you may have deleted it, but don't worry, i made sure to screenshot everything you said and put it in an imgur album to refresh your memory. right here, don't worry, i took every screenshot word for word so you can remember what you said.

i'm not going to post every single screenshot to this. i think it would be insane behavior to make this post even longer. so let me just some up my feelings:

in your fake screenshots not only did you try to blur out what my name was (probably because these are not actually talking about me, but hey, you thought you could make it work, right?) but you proceed to, once again, continuously use the wrong pronouns for me, which is kind of weird since you're claiming to have known me for a year.

let me reiterate this so you get it through you thick skull: i use he/it pronouns and have been doing so for years now. your callout and screenshots repeatedly uses the wrong pronouns for me. do not even bother claiming you didn't know or that i recently changed them as my past blog and every single friend i'm close with will testify to my pronouns, and i'm absolutely sick of you misgendering and degendering me and my identity. considering you've been sending me several asks you could have easily looked and my pronouns in both my description and pinned, but hey, that's another lie for you, right?

then you post a screenshot of a server main chat, but it's very convenient of you to 1.) not get the server name and 2.) leave out the date you sent it, yknow, the things that you could at least say we shared together. i wonder why you didn't bother to get that information if it was so important. oh wait, i do! it's because you are deliberately lying about me to paint yourself as the victim.

i'm not going to even dissect the lies you weave together because, once again, you are speaking without proof. this is not a case of "my words against his" you are deliberately spreading lies on the grounds that you think no one will fact check you, you tool. again, if i was such a danger to you that i would deliberately make several accounts to surpass your "ban", why would you not post my discord username or the "alt accounts" i made to protect others for safety? why don't you do so now? oh! it's because you don't know them and are lying through your teeth.

i did not send you an ask where i told you that you needed to change your goretober list to get rid of the necrophilia. if i did, how about you post it with my url and call me wrong. not to mention the biggest thing i called you out on was the fact that you were glorifying and romanticizing abuse with drugged torture, kidnapping, and stalking. but sure let's gloss over that part because that would make you look bad!

there is nothing out of context in what you said or did, it is in plain english, several screenshots where you demonized a selfshipper of color because "they were more popular than you", pulled several excuses out of your ass to ship with a 16 year old, and put suicide baits in the main enstars tags, oh but don't worry! in your eyes the enstars fandom deserved it! and you want to paint yourself as innocent? give me a fucking break.

and the absolute gall of you to proclaim you acted like this because of your bpd, which you're still rb'ing sad bpd posts now. the nerve of you to assume i am not neurotypical when i have been struggling with autism and adhd all my life, and my own bpd for the past 14 years since i was diagnosed. it is not an act of ableism to call you out on your disgusting behavior towards people of color and abuse victims. i don't care about your backstory. you know exactly what you are doing and say that you are "exploring dark themes". no one believes you, and no one ever will. and miss me with that "i didn't know the shipper's race" as if you did not see the commissions you were directly complaining about them that shows them as not white very obviously. but hey, what's one more lie for you?

just so you know: every single ask you have sent me i have kept. from where you pretended to be 10 different people, all from your original ask where you think we should "just talk it out" without you taking any accountability, thanking me for the callout, pretending to be anons sticking up for you, and even threatening me with fake evidence that i have been in enstars servers sending death threats. but hey, since i didn't respond to those so you could have ammunition as so you could say i'm stalking you and villainizing you, i guess the next step would be a callout!

i will never be as obsessed with you as you are with me. you are the stupidest person on this planet if you genuinely thought i would not catch wind of what you were doing, from sending me and my friends and mutuals several asks to deliberately lying about me on your own blog. you have sent me over 50 asks in 24 hours, spamming my inbox with anons, but you couldn't even bother changing your typing style. you can't be bothered to tell people to watch out for this discord user because, again, you don't even know who i am. you can spin a web of lies to cover your ass, but barely anyone sees through it, and no amount of anons you send yourself will never convince anyone, especially strangers who has seen your blog. i do not care about how you no longer can look forward to your sick goretober where you glorify the abuse that real people go through. i am a grown adult with a job, school life, friends, pets, and so much more. maybe you could be the same if you shaped up and stopped being on tumblr. touch some grass for once. no one will believe you. i will not delete your callout. you have deliberately done horrible acts and acted like you were being demonized because "the enstars fandom and selfshippers are mean and cliquey", as if people don't see right through what you post without care and how you act. either apologize for what you have willfully done or log off and deactivate. i don't care which. leave me alone, leave my friends and mutuals alone, and grow up.

btw, i figured i would also throw this in the enstars tags so people would know about your horrible act and how you have treated me and demonized me for the past two days for standing up for my friends and the people you've hurt. here's the original callout btw, just in case anyone's new here! i don't care how badly you say this affects you because, again the only person trying to demonize you is you yourself. you lie about every aspect to save your ass and i will not take it. i mean, you tagged my "callout" with enstars tags (despite the fact that i never interact with the enstars fandom and have been talking about brc for the past month) but hey! if you wanna act like a clown i'll treat you like one.

you are an absolute moron if you think 1.) anyone would believe you considering your past behavior and 2.) thought i would just lay over and start crytyping for an apology. you are 20 years old acting like a spoiled toddler who got punished for throwing toys at others. i have more resolve, a backbone, and friends that will always care for me and support me, sorry if you can't relate. fuck you

[ut-versotale]

A Trip Down Nostalgia Lane

This AU's been in existence for so long, and the most current iteration is so wildly different from the rest. As such, I felt it'd be kinda cool to show you guys how the AU's progressed over the years. I don't think it's too big of a problem to reveal what the initial plans were for each iteration, what I liked and didn't like, and my thought process behind forgoing the old ones

If you don't particularly care for all that, here's the iterations' major characters lined up. (Iteration 4 I only have revealed Asriel and Undyne, so the rest I've designed so far are silhouetted)

Iteration 0.5

Oh boy, where to begin with this one...?

I number it "0.5" and not "1" because there were only two parts that never even officially released on this Tumblr blog. I did upload Part 1 for an April Fool's joke a while ago. But really, it was only ever present on the TS!Underswap Discord server over half a decade ago.

To put it bluntly, Versotale at this point was just a reskinned Undertale roleswap AU. The personalities, while I tried to keep them intact, were not the main driving force. As such:

Asriel is a silent protagonist (And not in a cool clever way like Kris; I mean just straight-up silent)

The only difference with Undyne as a narrator was noting that Frisk was a human at the first save point

Flowey had a more formal speech pattern but was otherwise barely affected despite carrying Chara's consciousness. They weren't even named Asthana yet.

Frisk... well, I can give my past self this, he certainly made an effort to differentiate Frisk from Toriel. I can't say he did a GOOD job at that, but they certainly were different. Awkward dialogue, though, and not much sense behind why they were the mayor of the Ruins at 13 years old

Overall, you can 100% tell I made this as a young teen. Awkward dialogue, barely any effort put into the concept, unoriginal...

It's pretty easy to see why I forewent this version of the AU. Only two parts were ever made. I must thank @beethovenus who gave me a lot of very helpful critiques, such as giving Asriel a voice and making original sprites rather than using sprite edits, as well as encouraging me to make this Tumblr blog for it. Thus, brings us to what I'd like to consider the first PROPER attempt at this AU...

Iteration 1

Ah, this one... this ALSO lasted only two parts. Can't remember why. But I made a lot more headway on this one. Quality aside, I am happy that I had the guts to try and make original sprites of my own back then, even if they aren't particularly good compared to now.

This was where I really attempted to make the characters act noticeably different. Though there were still quite a lot of problems, some that would even persist all the way up until Iteration 4.

I wanted to give Asriel a combination of his regular and Flowey personalities. A cool idea on paper, but the lore doesn't support him acting like that well enough. Thus, I refer to this version of him as Sassriel. This was one of those problems that persisted up until Iteration 3.

Undyne having this snarky back-and-forth with Sassriel. Again, cool idea on paper, but it is not supported by her personality in Undertale, nor the altered circumstances in VT Iteration 1. Also, with Undyne being a disembodied consciousness, it means she's merely an observer of the story and not an active participant, meaning her dialogue got very boring very fast. Undyne in canon was always an active character, so putting her in a role that basically FORCED her to be a passive character was maybe one of the worst decisions I could've made that lasted way too long, all the way until Iteration 4.

You'll notice a whole bunch of characters that never actually saw the light of day in the comic. In the bottom row, starting from left to right, there would have been Pepper (Who DID have a design but I've lost it), Donavan, Dr. Aakil, Lily, and Queen Alice. There's not much to say about them story-wise since I mainly just got the designs down, and you can probably guess what the plot was gonna be like given this was the early days of the AU where it was still very much following the Undertale formula. I think the only UNIQUE things I should mention are that Aakil's version of the amalgamates would've been cyborgs.

Iteration 2

This is the one that's lasted the longest (so far), managing to push its way into the Cold West. I tried to break out of the Undertale formula a tiny bit with this one, to varying degrees of success. There's not much history I can recall or find with this iteration, but I suppose I can give a character rundown of the ones you never saw, ironically enough all positioned on the bottom row again.

Donavan... not very unique compared to Undyne. The main gimmick that separated him from her, I think, was that he had gloves designed by Aakil that were soul-powered.

Valencia... a new character who was meant to be an expanded version of Napstablook's role. Fun fact: Valencia's hooded trenchcoat design there was originally Pepper's Iteration 1 design.

Everyone else was... about what you'd expect.

Looking back on this version, I am... honestly very embarrassed by how badly I butchered the Cold West. I wanted to do so many cool things, like a bounty on Asriel's head and all. But my God... Spade and Pepper sucked so much. Especially Pepper. For characters who at this point were meant to be this AU's replacement of Sans and Papyrus... what poor substitutes.

And honestly, I think that's why I scrapped this one; because I hated the Cold West and how I did it. It felt rushed, awkwardly-written, bad characterization, horrifically-bad puzzles, etc. Thus, Iteration 3 was made.

Iteration 3: Hybrid

I nicknamed this short-lived one "Hybrid" for multiple reasons.

It's where Deltarune became an extremely prevalent influence in Versotale's universe. So no longer is Versotale just an Undertale AU, it can also be considered a Deltarune AU as well.

Many characters could be considered hybrids at this point. Asriel and Undyne shared determination and a body. And, more interestingly, the Mettaton role also shared a body with Mettaton. More about that in a bit

When I was making Part 10-B of Iteration 2, Iteration 3 was meant to flow naturally into it, effectively replacing all of what had came beforehand. That never worked out.

Ultimately, I abandoned this version because it just simply wasn't doing it for me. By this point, the project was beginning to feel stale and boring. Despite my attempts to make a new unique storyline, it just kinda... felt like it was still following in Undertale's footsteps far too much. I mean, you've got the protagonist kid, an old fallen member of their species, the double-crossing flower, a mentor who's lived in a secluded area all their life, a chef who wants to join the guard, a tough grizzled guard captain, a morally-dubious scientist, a celebrity, a monarch... you see how I became dislliusioned with the quality of what was supposed to be my "Unique Undertale storyline." The most unique thing at this point WAS probably Spade. But still, many elements of this version of the story were very fleshed-out. I tried to turn Pepper into a character who wasn't just a bargain-bin Papyrus clone, I had come up with a more unique Hotland area, and it probably could've turned out really nice.

I think the thing I genuinely really liked from this old version was that Shella (This iteration's celebrity character) actually was also possessed by Mettaton. There was this huge backstory thing where the scientist character had monster dust and was injecting humans with it, and since Mettaton was a ghost, his consciousness became attached to Shella's and served as her sort of "assistant." He gave her all the tips and confidence to become famous and gave Mettaton the opportunity to indirectly entertain humans like he always wanted. While a cool idea on paper, having... well, essentially Mettaton technically in the same place as canon Undertale again just felt cheap and lazy. Not to mention it only continued my disillusionment with my "unique story" being far too similar to Undertale for comfort.

But the Surface shenanigans this iteration... man, for as weird as Gaster being king was, I had such a cool thing planned for all the Ebottobia characters. It's something I wanna carry over into Iteration 4 to a certain extent.

Iteration 4: "King Asriel"

This one's really freaking cool. Going back to the drawing board completely, the story resembles almost nothing like Undertale's, with the sole exception of the main premise: People underground, free them from imprisonment through peace or violence.

I'm so proud of these ideas so far, you have no idea. The new Ruins area I'm excited for, the new Cold West feels like an actual proper flowing storyline now, the other areas have way more uniqueness, the characters feel like their own characters with their own stories now (Even the ones that appear in canon), the plot feels completely different... I think you all are really going to like it

That's all. Just felt like taking a trip down memory lane and share some ideas and designs the public never got to see.

[hexcryingwolf]

ohhh, nooo. mm no. nuh uh. no no no you fucking cunt i am NOT letting this one slide. how FUCKING dare you say this. i know every other thing you say is a lie but this is fucking inexcusable.

you do not fucking “act to save lives”, you have actively ignored or blatantly suicide baited MULTIPLE people and i have the fucking logs to prove it

i stayed in the flora community after the april 2018 fallout because i cared about and believed that the people there were being honest. obviously that was a fucking lie and i wish i had bailed when the truth about the zoo shit came to light but i didnt, and it nearly killed me. i was having almost daily panic attacks in that community, and i will always own that i am responsible for how i acted and hurt people, being under constant duress doesnt make it not my fault. i left. i shouldve stayed away. i came back. left. came back. multiple times. it was a cycle. it was how id hide when things got too scary. my reaction to what was happening in there was to run away but i kept fighting that instinct. but then i left for good, and that comes down to one specific incident. i only have a few of the logs, hopefully theyre enough. early may, 2019. theres a member of the server, S, who for a long time was struggling with their health in the face of the american health care system. i dont know the details but they were sick. enough that they had resigned themself to the idea that they would die soon so one day, theyre in the vent channel talking about that. this is where im missing logs, i dont remember what prompted it or what exactly was said, but the talk turned from hopeless to suicidal, and i was there, and i was scared being in this community exacerbated suicidal ideation i had always struggled with to a dangerous degree. not all of it was necessarily a direct result of things that happened in there, but the rapid decay of my self esteem was making life difficult in general. self loathing, self harming, multiple calls to hotlines, and a trip to the hospital on one occasion. so the feelings S was expressing, i felt i understood. and it scared me so fucking badly. i didnt want them to die. we were friendly but not super close, but i didnt want them to die. i wanted to help them, to do something it got worse, when another member, B, popped in and kinda made light of the situation. i dont remember exactly what they said, but i got upset at them for whatever it was, then they revealed that they were suicidal as well. i think both S and B left the server at this point

i was a fucking wreck. i didnt know what to do. i think this mightve been the incident that set me off so badly irl was was having a full blown panic attack and my mom tried to take my phone from me but i refused and it was so fucking bad. i was terrified

so i pinged the mods

first mod to respond, shikka, sees the members left the server and says something to the tune of “oh thats a shame”. just. barely a reaction. when i calm down later i try to express why that bothered me so much. no one else in the server was upset to a degree i felt was warranted. i think someone even said to not intervene, to “respect their wishes” (going over these logs again i think it was shikka who said it)

we were always encouraged to dig to the root of feelings in this way, but in retrospect “people are talking about dying and i am upset that im the only one reacting to it” shouldve been reason enough. i mustve made some comment along the lines of “if it was me, would i be ignored to?” judging by the logs i do have. but i was frantic, and i left the server. i didnt think at the time it would be the second-to-last time id ever leave.

later or maybe the next day, i go back to the server. im kept in welcome chat at first because glip didnt want me to go in and yell at people like i had earlier. they were willing to just let me back in, but i wanted to talk about it. seeing others’ suicidal ideation be treated like no big deal was scary because i was also suicidal and i was afraid if i ever did something that no one would try to help me

i dont think thats an unreasonable reaction, honestly? its self centered but i think its also valid and understandable

i guess glip disagreed

people in crisis may not ask for help. i understood that, because id been there. the idea that we should only help when asked? that is so incredibly scary. terrifying. and lets remember, glip said

bullshit.

i babble about how we werent close, i was really fucking scrambled by this question honestly. because i knew exactly what glip was implying: im not close enough with this person to intervene.

bitch i would and i have talked to complete and utter strangers expressing suicidal ideation. its what any decent fucking person would do.

but moving on.

i get where theyre coming from in my selfish feelings over this. two people are potentially in crisis and my panic attack isnt helping. i get it.

but is it really so unreasonable that i react to seeing the bad ending to a situation i truly felt i might someday find myself in? is it really so unreasonable that id be scared about what that could mean for me?

put a pin in that last thing glip said, its gonna be important

just reading this now makes me feel lightheaded. why is it wrong to feel guilty that you werent able to help someone in crisis? i dont think it is. i think its just a sign that you have basic human empathy but what do i know.

ok, i think i get what youre saying about how you “act with saving lives in mind” glip. you didnt act in this specific situation, and the way you phrase that absolves you of any responsibility for your inaction.

two people, in a server YOU administrated, were expressing suicidal ideation

but as long as you do nothing, you can just ignore that.

no comment.

so eventually im just so beaten down i accept that, as a suicidal person, i was the bad guy for panicking when i was triggered by what looked to me to be active suicidal intent.

i dont even know what else to say. its just making me lightheaded again reading it.

god. i agree that its shitty to make another person’s crisis about myself but. i dont think it was unreasonable that i was triggered. i dont think it was unreasonable to see a familiar situation and think “what about me?” it dont think its wrong to be selfish in that way. i know my actions in the moment of said crisis were definitely wrong, but i dont think my feelings were.

i am sorry for making a chaotic situation worse with my feelings, but i do not apologize for my feelings.

but every. little. thing. that they dont like? makes you the bad guy

glip. hey glip? you not choosing to disengage when you didnt want to talk to me WAS NOT MY FUCKING FAULT. you letting me be a part of your community when all i did was cause you grief WAS NOT MY FUCKING FAULT. you not being able to enforce your own boundaries WAS NOT MY FUCKING FAULT.

like. i dont even know how to articulate how fucked up this is. am i missing something? is this not bat-shit insanity?

they just, straight-up, cannot take accountability for anything.

as a side note, when this convo was happening i was voice chatting+screen sharing with my then-boyfriend now-husband. i asked him just now and he doesnt remember what exactly was said, but he could hear how much it shook me up, and how i was crying by the end of it. im so thankful he was there with me.

anyway, im let back into the server and on stage glip starts making the first call-clout comic. i end up getting upset (thats an entirely story on its own) and leave for the very last time. i still try to maintain my connections, i still think at this point that ill be part of the community again if i just work hard enough, but within a year just about all ties are cut. good riddance.

so, yeah, to the original point about how glip claims to only act with saving lives in mind? bullshit. i dont know what happened with S, but B and i are still friends to this day. unfortunately for you, glip, because that means i know that my assumption that you all didnt care

was correct

you didnt do shit. no one did. even shikka, who was a mod and someone who B (at least at the time and afaik) considered a friend

did shit all.

which is a real sneaky way for you to get away with saying

because not acting at all means you can just wash your hands of it

but on the other hand

sometimes

you do act

you do something like

make a 700 page vn about one specific person that culminates in

hey

hey glip?

do you know what this is?

this is suicide baiting.

yanno i was accused of suicide baiting once because someone was upsetting me and i said something like “how would you feel if you found out i killed myself because of this” which WAS A SUPER SHITTY THING OF ME TO SAY, i will never deny that. but that aint suicide baiting. you guys really liked to twist definitions in your favour.

because you know what is suicide baiting?

telling someone that their life has no value. telling them that they mean nothing to their friends and family by saying nothing of value would be lost if they were to die. saying their death would be of no consequence.

because they were kinda pushy about wanting to talk about how a particular story on your site upset them.

that action meant that, as a human being, they had no value.

so when you say

i have a hard time believing it.

[thetwelfthcrow]

I know that most of the drivers know about fanfiction being out there but the thought of them discovering ships still freaks me out so much.

A lot of people will say don't write RPF then but there is a big difference between just writing it for fandom and locking it on ao3 OR actively pushing it towards the people it's inspired by. The latter can easily be avoided and not avoiding it is the sole thing that can make RPF problematic.

TWITTER IS TOO CLOSE.

This makes me so uncomfortable and angry at people who are not thinking about boundaries. Even if the author consents to their fanfiction being out there (but why would you?) you can't get the consent from the people it's about. If they discover it on ao3 then that means that they sought it out and that's okay but if they stumble upon it on twitter because it gets basically shoved into their faces? No.

It's not funny and if you're unlucky, they'll not only think it's weird, they might actually hate it and feel gross about people writing about them having kinky sex with y/n or their colleague.

In extreme cases, famous people discovering fanfiction about themselves altered how they behaved in public. In other extreme cases, they took legal actions, because they felt really ridiculed or uncomfortable.

Fanfiction is for fans. Leave it in strict fandom spaces. How often do people need to say that? You can't always avoid the drivers seeing it, but you can at least make sure that it's not jumping at them when they don't want it to jump at them, which will be the case for most if not all of them.

I don't want drivers to get linked to my tumblr without either my or their consent. It's overstepping a line.

there's a huge difference between Knowing About The Existence of Fanfics and being Actively Made Aware of Certain Fics. sure, they know about fanfics. sure, they know they're being shipped. but to have the shippy things/fanfics/fanart actively shown to you is a whole other thing.

'don't write RPF' is a very dumb thing to say. that is not the issue. the issue is that fandom is for the fans and Not for the people it's about. when i'll make the silly little 4433 discord server, that's for the shippers, the FANS. that is Not for max, lewis, or anyone who knows them personally. when we write fics, that's for the fans, Not for the guys in question!!

twitter is indeed too close. tumblr is The Perfect platform for it. i remember when the people from Watcher Entertainment announced they'd make a tumblr blog and sooo many fans were like Alarm Alarm Must Change My Main Blog So They'll Never Find Out!

i've heard charles is notoriously known for looking up his own name so for the love of god don't post shippy things with his name on twitter.

and also a huge fucking annoyance of mine is that the official accs (red bull, f1, mclaren, whatever) have started using shipnames. don't. that's not for you.

100% agreed w the difference between 'stumbling upon ao3' and 'getting a tweet sent to you with your name'. also a PSA to all RPF authors: if twitter accs ever ask if they can rec your fic on twitter, be flattered and say no. that is not the place for us to be.

i don't think that the drivers will actively read what it's all about, i think they'll see a link and go oh No Nope I am Leaving. years of PR training must've also taught them what to stay away from. but this is the same w people in Max Fewtrell's chat telling him to go to ao3 & wattpad. i was fuming. you Do Not Do That. (sure i wrote a fic about it but that's beside the point).

yeah so i wouldn't worry too much about the extreme cases. this isn't septiplier. the most important difference being: these drivers barely handle their own social media anyway. they're incredibly well managed. this doesn't mean we can do whatever, but it does mean that the chances of something bad happening are smaller i'd reckon.

recently made this metaphor which may be a bit tough to convey in words but: the drivers, the sport, the factual things are like a planet, and fandom is the moon. the moon is for us fans to gather and circle around the planet and occasionally visit and say hi. but to never ever get the drivers with us to the moon. they don't belong there. if one driver gets to the moon, the moon will get closer to the planet and before we know it, the moon is clashing with the planet and nothing's left of either of the two anymore.

drivers knowing about the existence of fanfics as a term is fine. drivers knowing about certain fics is not. drivers knowing about your tumblr is not. fandom for the fans. not for them. don't make those two world collide.

[aria0fgold]

Hi, I'm Aria! Am now 24 years old >:3

'tis me ^ (old art but it's all I got. resized to tiny. as I am.)

'tis me too ^ (new art yay! resized as tiny once again.)

Any pronouns okay! I don't mind really! I use she/her for myself :3

Am writer!!! Aria0fGold in ao3 too, and a beginner artist! I have many interests :D But I'm currently hyperfixated on two, OMORI and Mahoutsukai no Yakusoku (Mahoyaku/mhyk for short). You're gonna see me talk a lot bout em.

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List of My OMORI AUs ehe

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Other interests are:

Detective Conan (Conan my disastrous son...)

Project Sekai (Emu is a sweetheart of a daughter and Akito is a rebellious son whose white knight card never came home)

AI: The Somnium Files (Mizuki and Iris are my daughters now and I will follow Boss to the ends of the world)

Pokemon (My childhood, only played up to B/W2 though and pmd sky? + the time one. It's been years since then)

TWEWY (Neku was a jerk but he was my jerk of a son and you're doing good sweetie)

Honkai Impact 3rd (Rarely play it now but Seele and Veliona are my daughters, Elysia and Eden are my queens)

Genshin Impact (Barely play it now too but Qiqi, Noelle, and Yoimiya are my daughters. And I hate Childe[lovingly])

Honkai Star Rail (Active in it, Asia server ehe. Seele all grown up now, proud of her. I hate Luocha and Kafka[lovingly])

And many more!!! Those are the ones I can list off the top of my head but there's lots more, like other anime, games, manga, manwha, manhua, songs (Mili)!

I love OCs too! I love anyone's OCs! I have a lot of OCs but you'll sometimes see me talking about mainly 5 (Alec, Ray, Water, Sephirah, Mel) + 1, the plus one is my OMORI OC that I've been neglecting for a while, sorry bout that Patch, dear.

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A list of my tags! I need this myself too:

aria rants - for when I talk about nearly anything

aria rbs - for reblogs (aria srb for self reblog)

ariart - for my art! :3

arianswer - for when I answer asks!

ariau - for my AUs! It's mainly OMORI AUs though!

ariawrites - for the very rare writing I put out

ariafic - for posting links of fics that I've written :D

ariaplays: [name of game here] - for when I live blog some of my reactions for a game I'm playing, used it for aistf! (ariaplays: aistf, the tag for it basically)

There's more, I'm sure there's more, but I can't remember them... But those are the main ones I use anyway so that's fine!

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Some more stuff about me:

Can be very talkative, I like rambling in the tags a lot, I put many additional thoughts there ehe.

I adore Omori (character) a lot, he is the bestest ever. And I adore Cain Knightley very much, and Owen, and I am a caiowe/owecai shipper (they make me insane)

There's multiple ships that I like in OMORI. I like photobomb, as well as sunflower, and kel/basil (I failed you both I'm sorry I don't know your shipname), suntan, sunny/aubrey (I failed em too, I'm sorry my brain aint braining well with remembering shipnames). Even the polycule ships are nice too. And heromari, of course :D

Feel free to send me asks! or dms! or tag me! I don't mind really, I like interacting with people. But at the same time I can be an awkward bunny that also doesn't know how to interact with people... unless you're a mutual, you'll be seeing me a lot then >:3

It's a surprise really how I managed to have mutuals, I love yall <3

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Aaannndd that's a wrap! Might edit this in the future to add more or something but I'm satisfied with this for now! Thank you for reading and have a nice day ehe! :3

[tazzykiki]

What fandoms are you in right now I need to get caught up on tazzykiki lore,

i love tv and movie and viddy gaem so muchh

-My Hero Academia(am anime only, specifically dub because apparently i love roleplaying as internet explorer and experiencing century long delays )

-Godzilla(mostly monsterverse, shin, and minus one.)

-everything Sailor Moon!(i'm currently rewatching the 90's series and then Crystal and hopefully followed by me continuing the live action series)

-Genshin Impact(even tho i havent played in like over two weeks-)

-Honkai Star Rail...kinda? I've not caught up and am going slow with it so lol

-TMNT(mostly 2012 and Rise but am familiar with most other versions)

-Transformers(Mostly Prime and Earthspark. But also really into Beast Wars and Cyberverse)

-Madoka Magica & Magia Record(tho magia record is more passive because the NA servers were shut down a few years ago and the anime was shit)

-Evangelion, both og and rebuild.

-Ninjago! Currently waiting for new season of dragons rising

-How to Train Your Dragon, always and forever. it will never leave me NEVER. If you mention the nine realms to me you legally owe me emotional compensation of one billion dollars

-Rise of the Guardians which ive been meaning to rewatch for the past like 5 years

-Demon Slayer(also anime only...and dub only[at least bnha is simulcasted haha i have to watch demon slayer a year after everyone else])

-Birdy the Mighty: Decode...if it was more than like two people and a piece of lint. it's me and my tiny playlist of collected amvs against the world!

There's a whole bunch of other stuff im into that pops up every so often and others i would gush about but may not be active in the fandom itself, or just havent interacted with in so long i barely remember it.

[mrslittletall]

So, it is the last day of the year... Let's reflect, shall we... You probably all know what happened at the end of last year. My husband got sick, I brought him to the hospital thinking it is an easy fix and then he was basically dying with sepsis. So yeah, that was... not great. Especially with all the complications that arose. He is home now, but he is not healthy yet. We have at least one surgery left and it will happen in January and then I hope he can finally go into rehab for good. The good news are, he is getting better and better at home, he even can stand for a few seconds, so I am positive a proper rehab can be done towards the end. He will be disabled for a good while though. Anyway, this year has been a challenge, both emotionally and physically, because I was suddenly alone and had to handle things that my husband normally does. I kinda realized I am stronger than I look then because carrying two sixpacks of 1,5 l water bottles was impossible for me once. It isn't anymore. I tried being creative when I found time, but I had to admit to myself that it isn't happening somewhen in Summer, so I went on hiatus, only writing when I truly had nothing else to do and going on a complete art hiatus. I miss it though. I want to write and draw regularly again, but there are still too many things in my mind. Mainly the stuff with my driver's licence because for some reason me running to my husband in hospital while in distress and accidentally damaging a car while parking which I didn't even notice is a warrant to punish me really really hard. I am still salty about that, yes! So how did I cope? Easily with indulging myself in video games: Let me put that under the cut:

When the thing with my husband first happened I barely was able to do anything. I was mostly cleaning and tidying up the apartment and then watch videos on Youtube because if I broke out in tears during this it was easy to pause and blow my nose. It took a few days and my husband getting better so that I could try and do other stuff again. And I really really indulged myself into Pokémon Scarlet. The games were pretty fresh during that time and I played them a little but not much, but now... I was hooked. I had days off work and if I wasn't visiting my husband, I would sit in front of my Switch and play Pokémon Scarlet and my god, did I love it! The story, the characters, the open world, the music... yes they are technical not well programmed, but I did never mind because that game gave me a peace of mind. Even after I finished the story I sat there each evening doing the Tera Raids. I love the Tera raids. Gen. 9 games are easily my favourite Pokémon games since Gen. 4 and funnily enough, when Gen. 4 came out I also had a hard time in my life, so I guess Pokémon is like my therapy game now... But of course I wasn't playing Pokémon the whole year. After I was done with it, I decided to finally finish Darkest Dungeon with a little help of one of my Discord servers. I pretty much only had the Darkest Dungeon left, but it takes a while because a group that went into it will never enter it again, so you basically have to level up four teams for each quest and that only if you don't fail it. Anyway, I had the game on hiatus for a whole year, so it felt good to finally finish it. And then I was like "Oh, I remember Anno 1800. I bought the History version a while ago but never played it. Let's do it." I then installed the game and was like "Hmmm, maybe I should get the other DLCs as well?" and they were on sale so I just got the last pack and started Anno 1800 with all DLCs activated.

And I got hooked for the first part of 2023. God, I played this game a lot. I also streamed it to friends so they could indulge in the towns that are being build up. Me and my friend Panda called it the "Autism game" because it basically is like building up your own miniature model town, only that everything is alive and moves around. The game however, can get overwhelming, especially with all DLCs, so I wasn't able to play it lately. I want to come back to it though. I also got myself into the Cooking Mama games when I was depressed and browsed Amazon for used DS games to see if I can get some nice deals. I bought the first Cooking Mama, tried it and was hooked. After a while I decided to buy the rest of the series and had five games to play for my DS and 3DS. I finished them all and they were a really good time. They also renewed my interest in trying new recipes at home, but that has to wait until my husband is better. And then I downloaded Final Fantasy 14, in an attempt to connect better to my husband because he played this game a lot before he became sick. I quickly got hooked, mostly because of the music. I upgraded to the full game even before I finished Heavensward (which is included in the free trial) and am currently at Endwalker and wow, just wow! There are flaws of course, but this story has been a roller coaster and I really have fun with the group content like the dungeons and the alliance raids and stuff! I hope my husband can go back to his character soon (his hands bother him still so he doesn't want to play) so we can play together. And that after I was like "Nah, after WoW I will never play a MMO again." Whoops... Speaking of Final Fantasy, in February TheatRhythm Final Bar Line released and I played the shit out of that game! I love the FF music, I love rhythm games, it is a match made in heaven. I even tried my hand on the supreme scores and they are truly super duper hard! Could only clear them with a full healer team, but playing them also meant that ultimate felt easy... I also played a charming indie game named Ato at the start of the year. It is basically a Metroidvania bossrush, but a really really good one with hidden lore you can find in the world. The final boss had me in tears and the music was so so good! I wholeheartedly recommend this game. It isn't super long either, you can finish that game in eight to ten hours depending on your skill.

In summer there released the new Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons games, but I kinda wasn't hooked with them. I will probably play them more once my husband is better. Instead, however, I got hooked by Rune Factory 3. I bought both 3 and 4 Special Edition for my Switch and decided to play 3 for and this game is so charming and I love the characters a lot and the gameplay loop is fun and ugh, why didn't I play these games sooner?! Yeah, I played RF3 a lot and I still have to finish it, but my husband mostly has the Switch at the moment and he deserves it after being away for a whole year ^^ Speaking of the Switch, Metroid Prime Remastered! My birthday gift for myself. The game is as fantastic as ever and even though I didn't 100 % it, I got a lot of the items and then beat the final boss. And speaking of big Nintendo IPs, Zelda Tears of the Kingdom. Like BotW it needed a while to grip me, but once it did, I was fascinated! I still have to finish it however, it is a big game and it will keep me busy for a while longer. Now it is the end of the year. I am still busy with FF14 and Zelda ToTK. Pokémon DLC released and I wanna play that. And I bought Lies of P for my PS5 and love it so far! I am updating you guys about Lies of P regularly and sometimes about FF14 and Zelda. Also, I decided to use my Steamdeck more, so I play a dungeon crawler named Silent Hope on it (from the Story of Seasons developers, that got me interested) and I started a cozy game named Potion Permit. Of course I threw my Laurence into it. Feels fitting for him to be a chemist xD What will the new year bring? Hopefully my husband will be better and will be able to walk again. Other than that, I hope that I keep my licence. And then... I just hope that I can continue being creative and if not... I keep playing my games.

[frostbite-the-bat]

I rambled abt this on Discord to my friends, but, ironically enough, I hate the Discord/Tiktok-ification of everything.

I try to access information on some thing - but uh oh! I am linked to a Discord server to join, or a Tiktok account!

I don't use Tiktok, I am not going near that fucking app - and despite being a very, VERY active Discord user, I do not want to pointlessly join servers anymore! Especially if it's for one piece of info I just need about a game or a project!

And if I ask about this information elsewhere, or look up other people who are asking this question rather, they are often passively aggressively told "It's on the Discord just join it bro"

What if I don't want to? I shouldn't need to join a community intended for chatting just to access some information I may need once! I want websites back! I want custom WIkis back, because most Fandom Wikis on any topics are shitty and or extremely out-dated!!!

I hate this shit so much!!!

(More personal rambles about this below.)

This may be a personal thing, but for certain things I also hate getting my information off Youtube, but... This is a Roblox game fan specific issue for me, I think, and I shouldn't expect more from a community geared towards children, and we all know how many there views are from children.

But for other games, or projects, etc... I feel like we should just bring websites back for those. Hell... Even active blogs or Twitters may do, as long as they have actual, like, logs for longer things like accessible Google Docs with more info. Like, for example, I have gotten back into Club Penguin recently, and I have been playing on a nice private server, since the original game has shut down.

I really would like to meet the mascots - however, none of this info is listed anywhere! I remember there being fan-sites and other things dedicated to mascot trackers! Since this is a fairly small, fan-owned community - it surely wouldn't kill them to add trackers to their own site for the game?? Then again, even their community stuff isn't updated...

And guess what? The only place to access the time mascots may be meet-able in the game, are on a fucking Discord server! And for another game I was introduced to by a friend, which receives frequent updates - because it was first made popular thanks to Tiktok in the first place, a lot of information on it is there (in often, admittedly, hard to bear/annoying formats), and the only other place is a Discord server. Which I am actually a part of, even if I don't chat there, just because I had no other place for info to join. (Especially with the wiki updating very slowly for it.)

The community there does provide a bunch of info and their own stuff - and there is info on the game, though it is sometimes a bit hard to navigate through it. But, info in-game? Not much! But it does fit into the nature of the game, so it makes a bit more sense.

But what is no excuse is fully relying on your fans for info... Youtubers, Discord mods, and a shittily put-together, barely updated Wiki. My god, even on the Discord server there is basically ZERO proper update logs!! And often they just let fans hammer them on for the updates they put out, not to mention the mods there are fans, which are usually fucking teenagers. I know this is about a Roblox game, but it's ridiculous... But I won't ramble on it further, lol.

I do understand Roblox servers are easier to use than Forums, hell - despite joining some forums myself I... Am too scared to talk there. Well, same goes for Discord servers, but I am less-so scared I'll mess something up there. But still... That's for communication... There should be a separate place for information on things. Sure, info can be here, but like, the more fun, not extra necessary stuff, y'know???

I am not sure if I am the only one angry about this, but I am so annoyed I had to get it off my chest.

[squidcourse]

so what are some good system servers that arent like publicly on disboard cause those always get raided. even public ones on tumblr arent that bad w raiding .

I'm not in a lot of system server tbh other than this one which isn't super active. Most of the servers I am on have PluralKit and are accepting of systems, but I'm in a lot more transgender or agere focused servers than system servers.

Also yeah, some servers are just so awful with raids cause a lot of people don't seem to understand how discord works. It is fine if you're just with your friends or whatever, that is one thing. However you basically have to set up some kind of verification system if you have a publicly available way for people to join.

I cannot count the number of times that I have joined a server with the worst possible layout and then seen it get raided. At some point, I just right off the bat go to the suggestions channel (or general if they don't have anywhere to suggest stuff) and point out various things that gotta be updated and how to fix that. I cannot count how many times people have given me admin perms and I just set up or fixed the server. Even if I don't stay on it, I'll usually just fix it up so that there's not raids.

First of all, there is ability to mention all roles. For some reason, Discord usually has this enabled as default, and when you create new roles usually, all new roles copy default permissions. So before you create roles, you have to disable that so that you don't have spammers pinging everyone.

Then, you don't want new users to have access to all channels immediately. The best way to do this is to have all categories and channels set so that you cannot view those channels unless you have a certain role (most people just call it 'verified' but you can call it whatever). The only channels that should be visible without a role is like a channel explaining the rules, or a channel where users can get verified. That is it. Users who have not joined don't need access to anything else (unless you have some other channels with other like informational content, but as always, remember to be able to disable send message perms in channels where its just for reference such as rules or announcements or a role selection channel).

Usually for verification, people will have some questions available to be answered. Doesn't have to be too complicated. A troll will usually not bother to answer the questions, or if they do answer the questions, they will give bad answers. (For example, I run some trans-only servers, and sometimes people will join and not seem to understand what the term means. Occasionally, it is someone who is just confused, but usually if you ask them to clarify, the person with the weird answers is going to end up being a troll. There is some nuance to it but after a while on discord, you start to notice patterns in how trolls will act which is its whole other can of worms. At bare minimum, keep an extra eye on newly-created accounts.)

If you have a channel where you can select roles (this would be done through a bot, but I'm not here to explain every individual bot you can use on Discord that can be used for members to select roles without admin perms) make sure that if unverified users can access it, they cannot select roles which give them permission to see and/or type in other channels. Either put those roles in another channel (like a #more-roles channel or whatever) or go configure the bot that you are using so that you cannot select those roles unless you have the "verified" role. Most bots have a way you can do this. A lot of servers put venting channels behind a role for people who don't want to see it, but make it so that unverified users can access those channels. Bad idea. Trolls will often select as many roles as possible and just click on all those emojis. This is both just to be annoying and just in case any of those roles unlock a channel for them to spam before anyone notices. The worst is if those are sensitive channels, so make sure you have it set it up properly. Also, keep an eye on users who have a lot of conflicting roles. A lot of servers have role options for like "you can dm me" or "ask to dm me" or "do not dm me" so people can select their preferences, and if you see someone who is not yet verified with all of them, usually that ends up being a troll. Or just someone confused by Discord. Its not 100% a way to tell, but its like a symptom. Is this person coughing from a bong hit or covid? Gotta check the temperature and see what else happens.

Ok what else is there. Lemmie see what I got so far.

Disable the ability for anyone but the mods to mention @ everyone

Restrict "see channel" and "send message" permissions as appropriate

Set up some kind of verification with simple questions relevant to the server (ex. where did you find the server? why are you joining? how old are you? are you part of x that is exclusive to the community this server is creating? whatever)

Be careful with role selection abilities.

Oh yeah, if you are using PluralKit on your server or have it available, the @ everyone permission has to have the ability to use external emotes enabled cause otherwise PluralKit users with nitro will not be able to use nitro when they proxy, even if @ verified is able to do so.

I would recommend using some kind of ticket bot for moderation if you're gonna have a big server. Its not that hard to set up, you just use the dashboard. Also a bot that logs various stuff so you can have that for reference. Just make those channels for logging mods-only and mute them until you need them. And something for automoderation and roles and shit or whatever.

Plus when you make your categories, don't name them something too stupid. You want people do find them. Don't use fucking aesthetic symbols as category names cause then you can't find shit. If you have emojis, fucking name them something. If you got your emojis off of emojis.gg or whatever, I swear if you do not rename them, and your server has a bunch of emojis with random numbers in the name, that is so annoying that will never not annoy me please stop with that. Keep it screenreader friendly or at least helpful to navigate.

I'm not currently on any servers that get raided cause I mostly have my own servers and I don't stay on servers without some kind of verification system cause that's a headache to deal with. Like just set up verification, I don't want my phone blown up by some default profile troll spamming slurs and pinging everyone. A lot of my servers I'm just on for emojis cause I'm a nitro slut.

Anyways I hope that was helpful or something.

[druid-delaluna]

What happened in that official discord

I will not be listing anyone's names. Use your context clues or whatever I don't care, just don't send hate to anyone involved. This is just me trying to sort out my feelings on the situation and get some closure.

Okay, for context, I've been in the eddsworld official server since it opened in February 2019. I was a very active member and if you remember druid/laly that was me. In 2021 I was given the chance to become a curator thanks to an old admin(Also there were barely any adults and mods had to be adults to sign their NDA)

Another fast forward to July 2022, the mod team was told a few days prior that the server would be Patreon only. We made our case for being against the change but after a meeting with Bing, he change a few mod's minds (I still held onto it being a bad idea but it wasn't really like I could change the situation). The day happened, the announcement was made, and all hell broke loose. You can imagine what happen when you tell over 11,000 fans that their server is going to Patreon only when it has been free for the past three years.

So why am I speaking about my experience? Well, I wanted to put it to rest, I wanted to go into the new year not feeling like I held my tongue on a shitty situation. What happen is this artist during the situation made a comment about how happy they were about the change. Now I'm all for opinions, speak your mind you know. But in that situation where the mods are scrambling to handle a SHIT TON of angry and upset kids, it wasn't the time nor place for that. Also, I knew that this artist would get hate, so I reach out and told them pretty much to not fucking do that. It was taken wrong, maybe my tone or message wasn't clear of my intent? But this artist is an adult, they should have known better. And I honestly was just saying it, to help them out. They later come on to say they got death threats and I'm just thinking, what did you think I was trying to do by telling you to knock it off?? I knew that shit would happen and wanted to prevented it.(now I DO NOT condone death threats, earlier I told the mods to close their dms because I knew it would happen and it did) .It's the evening and this artist seem to have gotten their friends involved?? And I notice this tone and reaction to anything I do or say and I'm not one to beat around the bush, I ask what's up, get shit in return, okay whatever. It was when troll accounts were brought in to mock only me. Mind you there are other mods doing the same thing I'm doing, but I was the only one targeted by these trolls and members. Now I would think nothing of these trolls, we get them all the time. It's the fact this artist, their friends, and then crew members join in reacting to the trolls messages mocking me, with smiley emojis or something (I have screenshots of all these situations due to the server channels all getting deleted in the Patreon change). Mind you I am trying to help in the situation, I'm trying to calm people down, and do my job and this is how I'm getting treated, like horseshit. And I wish I could say this was one time, but no, myself and other mods have been treated like absolute crap by certain crew and server members. And nobody higher up did anything and it finally click they weren't ever gonna do anything.

That's what kinda started the downward spiral of my position there. I was heading out of state on a trip so I stepped back and focus on that and the trip itself and when I came back it was the end of the world party. I made that eddbot art, which pretty much sums up my feelings. I didn't take part in the party really. The change happen, 11k drops to 150ish. Now, mods DID NOT have to pay for Patreon. That was our gift from Bing/Matt (along with a store discount, which I never got). We were allowed to stay in the server with the paying members. The new main channel was the old Patreon one, so still emotional about that troll event, I looked up my name. Yeah....Not very good messages but I didn't want to cause trouble. So I just took it on the chin..again and kept my head up. I thought you know what, maybe it just was me and with time everything will calm down.

Then the Patreon leak happen. Once again, I never had access to Patreon, because I did not have to pay to be in that server. I saw the leak on Twitter and Tumblr, and I rb to my tumblr to keep an eye on it because wow that was fast. Went to bed, next day it was the talk of the server, a member earlier was caught sending leaks to other servers and was scolded but not kicked. It was brought up again and I told them, its on tumblr as well, thinking it be helpful for them to understand the situation. Then that one artist friend chimes in with a screenshot of my tumblr with the leak, pretty much saying this you?? So of course, I can't lie, I'm honest, my bad. Then two crew members come in and I kinda realize yeah this might be it. Due to one of them disliking me due to things that happen in the past between us. (whole another story). I delete the rb and apologize. I go to another server to chat and then see, I've been kicked from the server. I admit, did not take it well. My mod friends are all confused because none of them did it, and it comes out that the crew member who dislike me, kicked me even tho they arent suppose to act as mods. (it a whole mess man). The reason I was kicked was due to they thought I was the leaker?? Once again, did not have access to the Patreon, so wasn't me.

After my moment, I realized that I would be constantly dealing with shitty people and my socials being stalked to find something to charge(??) me with.... this was the push I needed to leave that situation behind. Most of the mods left after that in support of me. Bing reached out to me a few days later apologizing on that crew member's behalf, that I wasn't in the wrong and that I was more than welcome to come back. I declined and promptly removed bing from my friend list to cut contact with him.

And that's where it ends, I've blocked eddsworld, all the crew, and those artists' socials and been doing grad school and my own thing. I believe it was just a very emotionally charged situation and that nobody was thinking clearly. After the server change, it was the majority of adults but that meant absolutely nothing in common sense or correct ways to react to situations. From what I've heard thru the grapevine the server has spiraled into very toxic environment if you arent buddy-buddy with that artist who had an issue with me and their friends so take that as you will. I just want to get my voice out there so I don't feel inside that I let myself get hurt and did nothing to defend myself?? Look I get that I'm difficult to understand or I've rash and impulsive but I honestly never acted out in malice, I did a lot of things, in defense of others or just the greater good. I've stood up to the crew a lot due to shitty situations and still, I stayed because I thought well I can make someone's day, make it a good time in the server. I didn't stay for fame or to be featured in their spotlight just to make the day-to-day good. But it was a very hard lesson to learn that I can't save it all, that server crashed and burn and I felt I wasted time of my life on something that would eventually stab me in the back in a way...But there still good memories and I made wonderful friendships. Everything gone now, but I hope the good memories are alive in others spaces. So yeah, that what happened and if you have any questions feel free to ask.

[spicykat9]

Silk

Rating: E

Pairing: TurkIta

Word Count: 1477

Read on AO3

Author’s note:  This is for a prompt exchange that a server I am in was holding. TurkIta isn't something I considered before, but hey it's go the history. I've never written Turkey before so I hope he didn't turn out too bad...Enjoy!

Fingers tangled under the table, out of sight from prying, tired eyes. Not that Feliciano or Sadık would mind it, but Ludwig had told them to cool it with the public PDA during the meeting, and Feliciano didn’t want to upset his friend further.

And yet they still whispered and giggled while Ludwig delivered some speech about the economy, or global warming, or some other sort of political business they had no say in back home.

Ludwig slammed something down on the table, finally getting everyone’s attention. “Since everyone seems to have more important, personal meetings to attend to, consider the next forty-five minutes lunch to get all of this out of your system.”

Feliciano immediately snatched up Sadık’s arm and began pulling him towards the door. Sadık couldn’t help but chuckle. When Feliciano really wanted something, he’d do whatever to get it. He was led out into the hall and down to the washrooms. But Feliciano stopped at the door, a cute pout forming on his face.

“What is–” Sadık eyed the door. A small sign printed out neatly and taped to the door read: No fucking in the bathrooms, please. Wait until you get to your hotel room.”

“What an asshole,” Sadık huffed, “It’s not like anyone can tell what we did by the time we’re done.”

"We don’t…But I can’t say the same for everyone.” Feliciano shuttered.

Sadık didn’t want to ask. But since Feliciano was probably going to follow Ludwig’s rules, he needed to find another spot for their…activities. And soon, if they hoped to be able to eat and get back in a timely manner so Ludwig didn’t get on their backs again.

He took Feliciano’s hand and led him down the hall, remembering a small conference room that was barely used. He pulled the Italian inside, earning a surprised ‘eep.’

As Sadık closed the door, Feliciano was already on him, kissing his lips, shoving him against the door, and tugging at his suit jacket.

"I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this eager,” Sadık teased when he was finally given time to breathe.

Feliciano gave a grouchy pout. “And whose fault is that?”

“But it was a lovely good morning message, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, but how am I supposed to focus after that,” Feliciano whined, tossing his jacket onto a nearby chart. He loosened his tie. It made Sadık’s throat dry.

“Ludwig knows you are rarely focused on meeting topics even when I’m not there as a distraction.”

Feliciano pressed his lips hard against Sadık’s, done with the conversation. The Italian's tongue dipped into his mouth, tangling with Sadık’s as he fiddled with Sadık’s dress shirt until it was finally open.

Feliciano’s hand trailed down Sadık’s chest and torso, admiring the silky brassiere, barely containing his supple pecs. The same one that greeted him this morning alongside Sadık’s traditional ‘good morning’ text. “You always looked so good in silk,” Feliciano mused, caressing Sadık’s chest.

Sadık took a shuttered breath. He leaned into the door to support himself, Feliciano’s hands exploring his body, knowing exactly where to touch him. Thumbs caressed over Sadık’s clothed nipples. He gasped.

Tongues twirled, clothes were torn off and thrown without thought. Sadık guided Feliciano over to the couch, lips still locked, hands curled in hair. Sadık pulled away, just for a moment, laying himself on the couch and pulling Feliciano down on top of him.

Feliciano let out a little surprised ‘Oh,’ smirking as he grabbed Sadık’s shoulders. “I hope you know the bra is staying on for this.”

Sadık chuckled. “I figured.���

Fingers trailed down, squeezing Sadık through the silk. He couldn’t tell if he wanted to feel his lover's hand against his bare skin or if he was more than content with the silk rubbing against his hardened nipples. He took a shaky breath, already feeling himself becoming half-hard.

"You got the lube right?" Sadık asked, panting slightly.

"Of course I do. You know very well I'm always prepared for things like this."

Sadık leaned up, stealing a short kiss. He pulled back only slightly, grinning. "And that's why you're my favourite."

"And not because I'm your boyfriend?" Feliciano scoffed.

“That’s also why you’re my boyfriend.”

Feliciano rolled his eyes. “And because I can kick your ass if I wanted to, and you secretly find that hot.”

Sadık went to counter, but Feliciano silenced him, smashing their lips together hungrily, grinding down onto him, working him up further. Sadık clawed lightly at Feliciano’s back, thrusting his hips in time with him. But as much as he loved Feliciano’s talent for foreplay, they were on a time limit.

“Feli…” Sadık practically pleaded, “We need to get on with it aşkım.”

“Ah…right.”

He pulled down Sadık’s panties, not that they were concealing much with how erect he now was. They were both surprised the tiny piece of fabric had been holding him this whole time. Sadık’s cock sprung from the confines, completely erect. He giggled, rubbing up and down the shaft just to make sure it was hard.

Feliciano pulled off his own boxers, chucking them to the side with the panties. “Now, just sit back and let me do all the work, tesoro.”

He grabbed the lube and lathered up his fingers. Carefully, yet expertly, he inserted two fingers into himself. He took in a sharp, pained breath.

Sadık drew small, comforting circles along Feliciano’s thigh. “Shhh…You can take your time for this. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m…Mmm…I’m fine. I’ll be okay in a minute, I just went in a little too fast.”

He took a few more shaky breaths before starting to scissor himself. He gripped Sadık’s shoulder tightly as inserted a third finger, much slower this time. Feliciano let out a slight moan, pain melting into pleasure as he worked himself open. Little ‘ahs’ tumbled from his lips, and all Sadık could do was stare and enjoy, heat pooling in his abdomen.

Deeming himself loose enough, Feliciano eased himself down onto Sadık’s cock. He let out the prettiest moan, throwing his head back as he impaled himself. Rocking his hips, he started off slow, building up until he was bouncing on Sadık’s cock moaning and whimpering without concern for how loud he was.

Sadık was a little more reserved since there were possibly prying ears nearby. He also preferred showing his enjoyment in lingering touches and affectionate nips. But oh how he loved to hear all the noises his lover made. He squeezed at Feliciano’s thighs. They, along with most parts of his body, had gotten thicker and more squishy in the past few decades. So much softer and grabbable. The perfect shape for cuddling and grabbing.

Feliciano began to bounce more erratically, sucking in Sadık’s cock greedily and whimpering. It was so hot and tight. Despite his best efforts, Sadık came fairly quickly, no match for how Feliciano kept tightening around him and squeezing his chest.

Feliciano let out a long moan as he was filled up. But it wasn’t enough. “More…I-I need more…” he panted, bouncing even faster.

It took Sadık a moment to process through the overstimulated haze as the Italian just kept bouncing. Sadık wrapped his hand around his lover's leaking cock, inflamed from neglect. He fisted him in time with the bouncing, keeping his grip firm just like Feliciano liked it.

Feliciano finally came, spurting all over Sadık's torso, letting out a loud cry. The Italian collapsed onto him and the mess.

Sadık cringed slightly at the thought of cleaning all of this up. That was the nice thing about the bathroom. The sink and paper towels were right there to clean themselves and anything else that got caught up in their passion.

All that could wait though. Feliciano always wanted cuddles after sex. Sadık snaked his arms around Feliciano’s waste, rubbing up and down his back gently. But it didn’t last long as Feliciano’s stomach rumbled. The Italian let out a little whine.

“I’m sorry,” Sadık murmured, "But I need to get us something to clean us up. Then we also need to eat.”

“I know…” Feliciano groaned, pulling himself up and onto the couch.

Sadık stretched out, old bones creaking, before getting up and collecting his clothes. He tried to use what he could to clean up the cum on his stomach, but it didn’t do much.

“I’ll get us something to clean up, perhaps even get us some food while I’m out. You just sit there and catch your breath.” He combed a hand through Feliciano’s hair. Feliciano butted into the hand like a cat, bringing a smile to Sadık’s face. “What would you want?”

Feliciano smiled softly. “You know what I like.”

Sadık pressed a kiss to Feliicano’s forehead before getting dressed and heading out, hoping that he didn’t just ruin his dress shirt.

[jomamaofficial]

You should have said something: Finale (Bakugou x fem!Reader)

A/N: HELLO BESTIES, IT'S YOUR *lmao I just realised I wrote sentimental here instead of CRUSTY here* CRUSTY TOE HERE. Now please, for the love of whoever's up there, PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS. I'm not going to dawdle along because this was the finale you all were waiting for, so enjoy. Social Media & LinkTree & Discord Server TW: Very gruesome descriptions of: Death, Burning, Heavy cursing, Blood, Abuse. Masterlist Taglist: @spicy-therapist-mom @speedmetalqueen @silentw-lkr @loki-an-idiot @clickbait-official @captainchrisstan @kamalymaly @idk-sam @runrabbitrun3 @power-house-fan12 @mrslawliet @memeingcheetah27 @lonleyweeb77 @midnight-storm Word Count: 1743

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Sirens flooded the scene, police cars blinding passerbys. Ambulances rushed to the location, paramedics pushing their way through the crowd of people, the heat travelling the smell of iron across the streets of Musutafu. Firefighters reached the estate, dragging people away from the hazard, eyes gawking at the uproar of fire. The house was engulfed in flames, crying voices piercing through the ears of those who looked on. Ashes here and ashes there, belongings erupting into soot and red embers.

A body was heaved onto the stretcher, blood staining the white cotton.

“The heart rate is lowering, I repeat the heart rate is lowering.”

The static noise from the walkie talkie was merely another addition to the tumultuous screams and orders.

Wind ran through his hair, panic stricken over the nurse's face who ran as fast as her environment could let her, the heavy but precious, bleeding body straining her arms and staining her hands.

The door was held open, commands being barked at her.

The reporters bombarded her, obstructing the nurse’s view. She shoved past them; her heart hammered in her chest inspecting the monitor, her movements speeding up as she reached her destination. The body was rushed into the ambulance, attached to pipes and machines.

It was the last thing the public saw before the door was shut and the sirens fled away.

Trending headlines and hashtags spread like wildfire.

Masaru switched on the TV, his wife finishing up her dinner in the other room.

“I am now live at the Bakugou-L/N estate. Word from our information team has come out and the fire has been going on for twenty minutes, however these twenty minutes were enough for Prohero Ground Zero to be sent to the emergency room after a local found him covered in burn marks and injuries inside his already smoking house. Prohero Y/HN is nowhere to be found and all forms of contacts have been shut off. I am now handing over to Tanaka-san who is live at the-”

Switched off. Masaru sat there glued to his seat with his fingers pressing on the power button.

-

Hope came crashing down and you could only stare at the broken screen of your phone, tiny glass particles spewed on the floor.

Your skin was boiling up but your blood ran cold. Your throat dried up but your tears were wet. You couldn’t feel anything but his nails, digging in through the layers of clothing you comforted yourself in.

If you could go back in time, you would have. If you could stop yourself from dialing Izuku’s number, you would have. Anything, anything would have been better than this.

Silence. And you still had the urge to cover your ears. There was nothing to look at apart from your only form of communication. Everything else was black. And the traitorous phone that gave you away was dissipating as well. It faded away from your sight, leaving you a wide smile on your face. Too wide. Stretching from one cheek to the other, your lips were quivering, forcing it to stop. But it didn’t stop. It was getting wider and wider and it was hurting but could you stop it? No.

You couldn’t stop anything. Not this marriage, not this moment, not your own body.

He pulled on your hair and you couldn’t even stop the pain. He crushed your face between his hands, searing pressure building up in your skull and you still couldn’t stop him. He shouted and he screamed and it was slowly seeping into your skull how loud he really was. Nothing would stop. You couldn’t stop it.

You were useless. Your shrieks were useless because he drowned them out with his own voice.

His words were barely comprehensible. You could either focus on the warm blood trickling down your hairline, or him.

But that took energy. And right now, trying to stay alive was sucking all of the energy out of you.

“YOU FUCKING BROKE RULE NUMBER THREE, YOU FUCKING WHORE.”

Rule number three spiked your interest. Not because you remembered what it was. It only drew your attention to him amidst all the repeated curses and the names and the agony, ‘rule number three’ was something new.

Why would you understand rule number three though, you couldn’t even understand why you were smiling, giggling underneath your breath.

“And out of all the people you could have gone to”, he sucked in a breath, squeezing your cheeks. He could feel your clenched teeth fighting against the strength of his hold.

“You fucking went to that useless cunt Deku”, Bakugou spat out, a crazed glint in his eyes as he felt your face shake and crumble under his grip.

“Where is he now huh?” he scoffed, a breathy laugh escaping from the depths of his body.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT PATHETIC BITCH NOW?” Screaming once again, he activated his quirk, missing you by a hair. The flames mocked you, free to move, free to grow.

“Is he gonna come and get you now? See your precious ‘Izu-kun’ anywhere?” he derided, smiling at the blackened area his palms left on your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’M SORRY.”

Your tears said it enough, tears that were mixed in with the sweat and blood that dripped from your forehead. All you wanted was someone, someone who would hold you and stroke your head and clean you up. Someone who would take him away from you and let you live in a fantasy where you weren’t wrong anymore.

You apologized in the false anticipation that he would stop, and caress your face and pepper it in small kisses. You apologized in the false anticipation of thinking that’s what he needed all along. Just an apology.

So when he pushed you off of the sofa, your knees igniting in irritantance and bruises, you could only look at him. And when he crouched down in front of you, tilting your chin upwards, your heart almost fluttered at the thought that he would pull you into a kiss. A warm kiss where you would feel at home and feel loved.

The sad part was that you knew that you would forgive him if he kissed you once.

But the worst part was that you knew this would never happen. And it didn’t. But you were happy to live in your delusion. Because your delusion masked the sheer force at which he defiled your body.

The lethal blaze mirrored the lethal blaze that ignited his eyes. And this was the last time you’d ever see such hate, and animosity in them.

With your hands shielding you too late, all you saw was a blinding light shining through you, filling every crevice in your body with a scorching glow. But then it was extinguished by the darkness.

Alarms were going off in your head, telling you to breathe quickly and panic and scream and reach out and find something to see. And you did. And it entertained him.

So small and so vulnerable, scrambling around beneath him to try and escape. But he had you under his grip. And he wasn’t going to let you go until you remained lifeless under him.

Smoke infiltrated your lungs, forcing you to flail and writhe on all fours. You were heaving, trying oh so very hard to breathe in the oxygen that limitlessly surrounded you.

But you were useless. And you couldn’t breathe to save your life.

Coughing and slobbering, kneeling in front of him, you begged.

“Please, forgive me.”

“Please, I’m sorry.”

“Please, I didn’t mean to.”

“PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP. PLEASE JUST MAKE IT STOP.”

The fumes were stabbing at your throat, filling your head with fog.

And your world was running slowly. The noise was slowed, darker and deeper, slurred beyond understanding. The agony was slow; equally as painful, but slow. It gave you little breaks in between to piece everything together, bit by bit.

Growing up, your world was black and white: heroes were benevolent, there to serve the society and protect them whereas villains were malevolent, there to wreck the balance of society and harm them as they pleased.

Growing up, the first people you relied on were heroes. Even as the Number 3 Hero, Y/HN, you relied on your colleagues who worked day and night to ensure the safety of the country you served.

Maybe that was your downfall. Blindly trusting heroes as if they were some sort of untouchable deities who could never harm. Because here you were, taking the last few breaths with your world spinning around you and being snatched away from you.

And it wasn’t at the hands of a villain that you were dying. It was at the hands of your so-called superior, the Number 2 Hero: Ground Zero.

Ground Zero; the hero who everyone respected but feared. His snarl, his anger, his drive. The very hero who was found in every treacherous battlefield. He was the same hero who took on anything he found that threatened the life of the citizens he made his duty to protect from harm's way.

But who would take him on when he caused harm to you?

No one.

It wasn’t the smoke, or the burns, or the bleeding that caused you to take your last breath. It was the realization that no one would save you.

-

The pulse under Katsuki’s fingers diminished until it was nothing. And he cried. Veins standing out in livid ridges, his eyes seared in rage as they watered and dripped down his face, cooling his body in the circle of fire he put himself in.

If he wasn’t trained to suck his guilt up every time his hands were responsible for someone’s downfall, he would have been consumed in his own self loath…

But what was the point of feeling guilty when you deserved it?

It was because of you Eijiro broke up with him. And he internally promised himself he would always stand by this.

Blinking away his tears, he channeled all the remaining energy he had, letting his anger flow through out of his body.

His wrists were giving in but he swore it was the final time. Just one more blow. One more big blow.

Silencing his cries underneath the deafening roar of his explosions, he clenched his jaw, pressuring his body on and on.

No one would find you now. No one would know.

[dr3amofagame]

originally i just wanted dream to recover, preferably in the syndicate. but after today's quackity lore? he deserves to fuck shit up for a bit. let him get his revenge. tommy got his revenge on dream, techno got his revenge on l'manberg, dream deserves to get revenge on quackity and sam! then he can recover after that lol

(context: ask was sent on march 16th and i am very. very late.)

but YEAH !! logic brain says revenge bad and cycle of violence will continue BUT emotion brain wants c!dream to go crazy go stupid !! go beat them up honey we’ll be here with juice boxes and fruit snacks when you’re done <3 

i wrote this while looping casino royale by derivakat for (checks time) something like 12 hours straight so uhh,,, yeah LMAO have some of c!dream going apeshit bc honestly he deserves it (/hj)

tw: implied torture, abuse, mentioned injuries, suicide, murder, explosions, death, violence, dark portrayals of c!dream, c!quackity, and c!sam, emotional distress, prison arc, pandora’s vault

Sam is uneasy long before he enters Las Nevadas - Quackity’s terse, serious-sounding string of texts he’d woken up to had sent his heart racing before the country even came into sight, and he’s pretty sure the pit in the middle of his gut since Dream escaped a week ago won’t disappear until the prisoner is either jailed or dead at his feet. Still, the city hardly does his anxiety any favors - each step within its limits feels a bit more like walking to his own death, the silent storefronts and looming, boarded up casino seeming to watch his every move, making him pick up his pace to move a little faster and avoid their judging gazes.

Stuck in his head as he is, it’s not until he’s halfway to the meeting place that he realizes how eerily quiet the place is - Las Nevadas has yet to be a particularly busy country with the casino yet to open and their recruits usually doing their own thing in the meantime, but still there’s usually at least one of them lingering on the city grounds, between Fundy’s work on his yacht and Foolish’s construction and whatever Slime does, usually involving an immense amount of following Quackity’s every move. The city as it right now feels much more like when it had been no more than a secret of his and Quackity, months spent with just the two of them working to make Big Q’s vision a reality. There’s something uniquely unnerving about it, like stepping into a ghost town, and Sam’s unease only grows.

“Sam!” Quackity calls from the base of the casino - Sam shades his eyes from the sun as he jogs over. Even from this far, it’s clear Q is displeased - his lips are flat in a small frown, skin taut from where the corner of his mouth is pulling at his scar. His tie is slightly askew and shirt rumpled - he looks disheveled, eyebrows narrowed irritatedly as he taps at something on his communicator. Sam smiles slightly, hollow.

“Hello Quackity,” he responds simply, drawing his trident and bringing it to his side. “You said we needed to meet?”

“Yeah,” Quackity’s voice is distracted, and he mumbles a curse as he jams his finger particularly hard against the communicator screen. “What is up with everyone today? They sent me these- weird fucking messages  and then we get here and nobody’s here-”

“Who?” Sam’s lips press together. “You mean like- Fundy? Or Foolish?” They seem to be the ones that Quackity got messages from most frequently, if he remembers right. He doesn’t know for sure - usually, Quackity handles the social side of managing Las Nevadas.

“Fundy, Purpled, Foolish, Slime-” Quackity makes a vague, affronted noise. “All of them! Where the hell are they?”

Sam pauses.

“Q, when did Slime learn to use a communicator?”

“That’s the green one, right?” Both of them freeze, whirling around to the voice behind them, seeing nothing but the empty, arched doorway of the still-locked casino. “Naïve. Easy to fool.” The voice pauses, barks a sharp, quiet laugh. “Made my job easy, at least.”

The voice is familiar- too familiar. Sam doesn’t think he’ll ever get that cadence out of his head, not after months after months spent in the prison, hearing it in every possible tone and form. Quackity’s shoulders are hunched up to his ears, teeth bared in a snarl.

“Dream- I fucking swear- where the hell are you?”

“Aw, not so brave when the other person can actually fight back, are we?” Dream’s voice is lilting, mocking, and Sam’s hands tighten on the trident. “Fine, I’ll show myself. I’m not like you- no need to extend this game any longer than necessary.”

Dream slinks out from the shadows, wearing all black and covered in netherite armor, seeming fiddling with a small, grey thing in one hand. HIs stance is wide, torso pulled close to the ground - instead of a mask, his outfit includes a hooded black cloak that pulls down over his face, barely offering a glimpse of his eye glaring from underneath it.

“I’m giving you three seconds to tell me why the hell you’re in my country,” Quackity growls, sword forming in his hand, blade still crusted over with old blood, “And I’ll make your death half as painful as it’ll be otherwise.”

Dream laughs, high-pitched and unstable. “Please- what are you gonna do with that thing?” Quackity stalks forward with a low, wordless yell and Sam only barely manages to snag him back by the wrist.

“Watch it, Q,” Sam mutters, looking closer. Sure enough, there’s a faint, reddish haze rising from Dream’s body, only barely visible, interspersed with some lighter blue wisps. Strength and Speed. “He’s got potions.”

“Outmatched, aren’t we?” Dream cocks his head to the side, a tight-lipped smile visible under the hood’s shadow. “What a shame. I was hoping for a good fight.”

Quackity curses at him, loudly, but mullishly stays in place instead of lashing out like earlier, and Sam hisses a small sigh of relief. He looks back over at Dream - under the sun, he looks worse than ever, armor doing little to hide the gaunt edge of his face, limbs skinny and shaking. His hands tremble, wrists kept close together, as he continues to move the thing within them from hand to hand, small and grey and smooth from what he can tell in flashes between scarred and calloused fingers. He’s still favoring his left side slightly, but his eyes are cold and clear as they follow his every movement, clearly lucid and intelligent. Unfortunately for them, Dream is the best of fighters at the worst of times, and he has no doubt that with potions on his side and themselves relatively unprepared for battle, any fight with him won’t go particularly well.

Negotiation it is, then. “Why are you here, Dream?” If they stall long enough, then the rest of the server can come to back them up, and then even Dream won’t be able to fight back for long. He and Quackity can figure out what to do with him once he’s safely back under their control - for now, they have to play things safe. He pulls out his communicator carefully with one hand, trying to avoid drawing attention to his movements. “I doubt you’re here for a housewarming visit.”

Dream waves his hand slightly. “Something like that-” he bares his teeth in a small smile. “How about a housewarming gift, instead?”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Quackity bites, aggressive in a way that speaks of how threatened he feels, and the pit in Sam’s stomach only grows. Dream’s eye seems to glow as he turns and presses his hands to the nearby wall; when he pulls them back, there’s a stone button fastened on the quartz.

“Say, Quackity,” Dream’s voice is too light to be anything but forced levity, rolling his shoulders back to try and hide the way his entire body has begun to shake even more violently than before. “How much TNT do you suppose it took for Wilbur to blow up L’manburg?”

Sam gasps, low and harsh through his teeth, a quiet, breathless no falling from his lips. Quackity’s head shakes, eyes widening in fury and denial.

“No- no what the fuck did you do- Dream what the absolute fuck did you do-”

“Eleven stacks of TNT, to blow up that country to kingdom come.” Dream laughs, directing his wild, manic expression to look them in the eye. “The amount of TNT hooked up to this thing is ten times that.”

“You’re a liar-” Quackity rushes forward, sword raised, “I’m going to fucking kill you-”

Sam grabs him, again, ignoring his yells to look at Dream, who’s still standing, seemingly unruffled, one hand hovering over the button that’ll spell doom for them all.

“That’ll kill all of us,” he tries to reason, panic clawing up his lungs, “You’re on your last life. You can’t-”

“And what, Warden, makes you think I give a single goddamn fuck about that?” Dream’s voice cracks, slightly, and for a moment Sam almost thinks he’ll break, that he can press the point until the other backs down - but Dream is nothing if not stubborn, and within seconds he’s composed himself again, looking at them with a determined set to his jaw that Sam recognizes well enough from Quackity’s visits to know that he won’t back down. “Everyone else is far away from here. I made sure of that. It’s just you, and Quackity, and me, and I’m pressing this button if it’s the last thing I do. Call it a parting shot, will you?”

Sam pulls at Quackity, wrist still locked in his grip. “Q, we have to leave.”

“I’m not letting him destroy this place Sam, are you out of your fucking mind? This- Las Nevadas- it’s everything- I’m not letting him take this place from me not again-”

“He’s going to kill us all, Quackity,” he throws a water bucket at his feet, charging up his trident. The sign taunts him at the edges of the city borders, far too far away for any of them to even hope to reach. “We have to go now-”

“Say your goodbyes,” Dream taunts, and there’s a quiet click. Sam smells the faint, smoky smell of redstone being activated, hears a hum growing in volume from the ground beneath him. He looks over to Dream, who has a hand pressing the button to the wall, fever-bright eyes wide and wet as he stares at his own hand before shutting them with a soft, almost serene smile. “And see you in hell.”

The world goes white.

[Dream was blown up by Dream.]

[Quackity was blown up by Dream.]

[awesamdude was blown up by Dream.]

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Team Bonding (Haikyuu!!)

Primary Universe

Summary: It's game night in the Karasuno gym, and Noya is determined to have some fun with the first-years during Truth or Dare - especially the usually quiet Yamaguchi!

Word Count: 1,216

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Noya sat cross-legged in the circle of boys, chin in his hand, unintentionally glaring at Yamaguchi. The libero was at a total loss for how to mess with this particular first-year.

The team was gathered on the floor of the gym, having scheduled tonight as a “chill out night” rather than practice as a way to relax before heading off to their next round of games. They were currently playing truth or dare, and up until now, Noya had found it easy to challenge the first-years in different ways that would amuse him and push their limits a little.

For Hinata, it was daring him to stay quiet until his next turn. The redhead had struggled but managed to do it, which the libero had to admit he was impressed with. He didn’t think even he could do that. With Kageyama he’d dared the setter to do ten push-ups in ten seconds. He’d just barely made it. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi – up until now – had always copped out by asking for “truth” rather than a dare. But finally the latter had decided to be a little braver and accept a challenge from Noya, which elated the second-year…until he couldn’t think of anything to do.

I don’t want to traumatize the poor guy, he thought. He’s way less intense than the other first-years, and this is his first dare, so I don’t want to scare him into never doing another one. How am I going to do this?

All of a sudden he remembered that fateful night at training camp a couple of months before – the one during which he and Hinata had been woken up by Yamaguchi’s silent crying in the middle of the night and joined forces to reassure him and make him feel better. Noya grinned. He had something to work with now.

“I dare you,” he said with a smirk, “to let me tickle you for two minutes without trying to stop me.”

Yamaguchi’s eyes widened. He made a little noise in the back of his throat, cheeks turning pink, eyes darting to the others around him nervously. “I d-don’t know if I can…”

“You can do it,” Noya replied, half-encouraging, half-teasing. “How hard can it be?”

Beside him, Asahi snorted on a chuckle.

The libero punched his shoulder. “Well, Tadashi? You going to do it or not?”

Yamaguchi swallowed, squeezed his eyes shut, and nodded once. “Y-Yeah. Okay.”

“Great!” Noya crawled across the circle to his underclassman, observing the smiles around them as he gently grabbed onto his sides and squeezed, easing him in gently. Yamaguchi squeaked and brought his arms in instinctively, but Noya tsked at him. “Ah-ah! Can’t stop me, remember?”

“I’m nohohohot stohohopping you,” the pinch server replied through his already unstoppable giggles. “I’m juhuhust protehehehecting myself.”

Noya hummed. “I guess I didn’t say anything about that, did I? Well, if you make it too hard for me to tickle you, that will count as a forfeit. Oh – has anyone got a timer up?”

Too distracted by the cute scene in front of them, not one person had thought to do so. Daichi announced he’d do it and quickly pulled out his phone, setting a timer for ten seconds less than two minutes for Tadashi’s sake, as Noya had already been going for about that long.

“Aw, coochie coo, Tadashi~” The libero teased with an easiness that surprised Asahi, knowing how susceptible his smaller friend was to teasing when he was on the receiving end. Yamaguchi giggled himself to the floor, doing everything he could to not push Noya away. “You’re pretty ticklish, huh, Tadashi? I can really see your freckles when you blush like that.”

“Stohohohohohohop!” Yamaguchi pleaded, arms shaking from the effort to hold still when the libero traveled up toward his underarms. “Plehehehehease! No fahahahahahair!”

“Never said I couldn’t tease you~”

For another few moments Noya tickled without hindrance, but once he got to the pinch server’s underarms Yamaguchi couldn’t help but clamp down, trying desperately to keep him out somehow. To both of their surprise, that was the moment that Tsukishima shifted from where he’d been seated on his friend’s left, reaching down to grab Yamaguchi’s wrists and pull them above his head.

“There,” the blonde said evenly, seeming completely uninterested in what was happening right now. “So it’ll be easier for you to win the dare.”

“B-But – buhuhuhuhut it tihihihihihickles even wohohohohohorse now!” Tadashi squealed, his giggles turning into laughter when Noya finally descended on his now exposed underarms. “Ahahahahaha plehehehehehease, nohohoho! Noyahahahahaha!”

Noya chuckled, scribbling gently but crazily along his underclassman’s ticklish spots, keeping him in constant mirth. He tried to exchange a mischievous glance with Tsukki, but again, the blonde didn’t seem the least bit interested. He merely held his friend to the floor without another word.

“Hohohohohohow lohohohohohong?!” Yamaguchi cried after another several seconds of tickling. His cheeks were growing pinker by the moment.

Daichi replied, “Just another minute. You’ve got this, Tadashi.”

The others in the circle voiced their agreement – especially Hinata, who was just as excited about this dare as Noya seemed to be. Tadashi, for his part, merely squealed and squeaked and laughed helplessly, twitching when the libero moved back down to his ribs and belly, eventually reaching behind him to squeeze his knees.

“NOHOhohohoho! Not thehehehere – Noya, not THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” Yamaguchi shrieked, actively struggling against Tsukki now, who only held him tighter. “NAHAHAHAHAHAT THE KNEHEHEHEHEHEES!!”

“No? Not here? Not riiiight here?” Noya teased, reaching under his knees to knead at the sensitive undersides. “This is a good spot, isn’t it?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I GIHIHIHIHIHIVE, I GIHIHIHIVE!!”

Daichi called over the noise, “It’s only fifteen more seconds, Yamaguchi! You’ve got this!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Tadashi tossed his head back and screeched with laughter. Noya dug into his knee pits harder, determined to push the first-year a little more but not so much as to overdo it. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!”

“Five!” Daichi called, and the rest of the team joined him in counting down to zero, at which point the libero let up on his tickling attack and got off of him, ruffling his hair playfully.

“See? You did it, man. That wasn’t so hard, right?” he giggled.

Tadashi let out a few leftover snickers of his own as Tsukki released him and he sat up, trying to pretend like he wasn’t blushing like crazy and totally unbothered by all the teasing smiles he saw facing him as he looked around the circle. “Y-Yeah…not so bad.”

They all laughed as Noya went back to his spot, and Yamaguchi may have noticed the slight pinch Asahi gave his side if he weren’t being nudged by Tsukki, his attention drawn to the blonde, who gave him a look that would have appeared blank to anyone but him. Tadashi smiled gratefully at him, nudging him back. He knew what that look meant, and he couldn’t be happier for it.

Physical affection isn’t really my thing, Tsukki told him without words. But I’ll still help out whenever I can because I know you like tickling. I’ve got your back.

Yamaguchi beamed. As the game went on, he grew more and more confident that he could take on other dares, and eventually Tsukishima joined him in that endeavor.

The night ended up turning into one of his happiest memories.