#this is so long and for what

[dee-riley]

Summary: Bitch said lights off!!

Diana's attention had easily drifted away from Declan Bell the moment her phone vibrated, her focus taking more of a triple take as she glanced towards the message flashing up on the screen. Her eyes widened momentarily, brows creasing together as the noise around her started to drown out.

"Sorry I'm--" she cut herself off as she turned away from Declan completely, leaving no room for any further conversation from herself as her head was entirely stuck within the message she had received.

"You may think you've hidden your dirty little secret but I know the truth. If you don't want anyone to find you, do exactly what I say. Everyone is being called into the main room for a lovely speech from our hosts. You are to sneak away now and find the main power source. Cut the power on the yacht and don't get caught. Should be easy for a woman of your talents..."

As the attendees appeared to be walking towards the main room, ready for speeches and celebratory glasses clinking together, Dee slipped away from the crowd migrating inside as pushed herself into another direction entirely. Her body had gone into fight or flight, her response cowardly aligning with fight in sheer protection for herself, as the one secret that kept her reliant on medication to sleep was being used as a weapon. She should have told her brother, she knew that, years ago she should have done and maybe she wouldn't be here, right now, heading towards the lower section of the yacht in search of the engine room, knowing herself that a boat this size would run on a diesel generator, and therefore it'd need a control panel shutdown.

The closer she got, the quieter everything became. The music that had been in full play was a distance noise as she approached the engine control room - it was only now that her heart started to race, knowing if somebody was on the other side of the door when she pushed through, she'd be royally screwed. It stirred a brief moment of hesitation as her hand hovered over the handle, a second in which she began to question what the fuck she was actually doing, and yet with the events of the gala that had passed, the death that had been so easily accomplished on such a powerful organisation and the thought of her brother being one of those bodies she turned the handle and walked into the dim light room - the lights now flickering to life in response to her movements.

She found her prior stress turning down a notch once she registered she was alone, her eyes instantly shifting across each surface and screen as she was trying to locate the control panel - one that was easy spotted, along with the large emergency stop button, which was exactly what Diana went for first.

As she pressed the red button, triggering a complete shut down of the generators and therefore the alarms warning of a forced shutdown, one that was readying for a switch over to the backup. A backup that Diana was automatically working a prevention to and in turn, after the minutes she was racing against went by the room she was inside went completely black. The screens turned off, the lights no more - a response that had Dee turning on the flashlight to her phone.

With the newfound light she had given herself she made her way out of the control room, pausing as the door shut behind her, glancing towards her phone as she began to feel consumed with guilt. She could see the notifications from her brother, ones that became more obvious as she moved herself away from the lower portion of the yacht, her signal strength becoming stronger and in turn finding her brother became her only priority.

[charliespringverse]

i've touched on this before but like . i really do think rowan's feelings get accidentally overlooked by readers that ,,, Aren't a bit obsessed and rereading for the nth time

and it's understandable because the version we primarily get of rowan is fereshteh's warped fanon & jimmy's longtime best friend mental illness riddled descriptions . and Because jimmy is unwell he almost idolises rowan in a way that holds him up as a pillar of stability and permanence — which is what jimmy needs and it's not a wholly negative thing, but he also inadvertently fails to accept any evidence to the contrary

whereas with lister we Learn a lot because jimmy is learning a lot — through deeper-than-usual conversations or blatant cries for help or very revealing behaviours — we don't get to discover anything new about rowan, and so when he's kinda mean or angry or distrusting it's easy to misinterpret that as him being deliberately and needlessly nasty

but if you stop looking at him through jimmy's lens, that boy has had an absolute bastard of a week . the jowan photo leak affects him as much as jimmy (arguably more so, because all the while he's dating bliss, jowan is an Active Lie rather than just an untruth), he's dealing with the same contract stress, his secret relationship has been exposed to the world, his girlfriend is ignoring him at a really difficult time, he's watching his two closest friends fall apart, he's learning that he really doesn't know one of them very well at all, his best friend is missing, the other is definitely an alcoholic making no moves to resolve that, his girlfriend has dumped him, he feels like they (and bliss) are being stalked by a member of a group he already feels like he isn't safe around, he feels like he's losing the two people closest to him

and all this time he's considering himself wholly and singlehandedly responsible for fixing all of this, feeling he has to hold himself and the world together . there's no real safe space for him to unload any of this because the three people he's closest to are either dumping him or going off the rails, and the only way he's ever known how to make himself comfortable is to have complete control over a situation, which just Is Not available to him here

it's not the fault of jimmy's narration that we never get to truly sit with the extent of what's going on with rowan, and in fact it really Really adds to the themes of being unable to truly know somebody and personal perception destroying objective truth

but GOD it breaks my heart to see people say they don't care for rowan, or don't like him, because he's snappy and sweary and short with people . because that's such a natural response to having that much shit piled on top of you in under a week AND losing your only coping mechanism (in this case, taking the weight of everything and moulding it into something tangible and possible to hold)

anyway. i am a rowan omondi stan first and a human being second and WOW rowan needs therapy and jimmy needs to stop idealising him

[prettiestst4r]

A way too long post about the differences in Shadowhunters show and The Mortal Instruments books.

⚠️Shadowhunters universe spoiler warning⚠️

I'm rereading The Mortal Instruments and I'm just cringing and how much the Shadowhunters show mixed up the whole storyline, LIKE IS THERE ANYTHING FROM THE BOOKS YOU LEFT IN THE SHOW.

But also, I love the show so much because it's absolutely iconic and the scenes and the characters and it's really just so iconic (I'm actually just down bad for Malec scenes and also just Katherine McNamara and Emeraude Toubia and Matthew Daddario ARE SO HOT AAA, DYING. And also the bloopers on the YouTube channel. And every time Alberto Rosende sings. And also who doesn't love Harry Shum Jr. And I love Isaiah Mustafa as Luke AND MY GOD, there are so many more hot characters, basically everyone is so aaaaaa in the cast.)

I JUST WISH YOU KEPT THE STORYLINE BECAUSE SOME THINGS ARE JUST SO WTF.

LIKE WHO DECIDED TO DELETE SIMON'S WHOLE BAND, CHANGE MADAME DOROTHEA LIKE THAT, MAKE THE INSTITUTE A PLACE WITH A SHIT TON OF PEOPLE IN IT, WHO THE FUCK IS HEIDI.

OR WHO DECIDED TO COMPLETELY CHANGE THE CAMILLE STORYLINE.

OR WHO DECIDED THAT JOCELYN SHOULD DIE.

OR WHO MADE AMATIS AN IRON SISTER (actually, 10 out of 10 decision, I love you)

OR WHO DECIDED TO LINK CLARY TO JONATHAN WHEN IT WAS JACE IN THE BOOKS. LIKE THEY WERE LITERALLY LINKED BC IF A PERSON FROM THE LIGHT COMES BACK TO LIFE THEN A PERSON FROM THE DARK ALSO HAS TO BECAUSE BALANCE AND THEY WERE LINKED TOGETHER BY THE CEREMONY AND ALL THAT SHIT LIKE ARGH.

OR THE BIGGEST "WHO DECIDED THAT" IS MAKING CLARY FORGET EVERYTHING, WHEN IT WAS ACTUALLY SIMON WHO FORGOT EVERYTHING AND HE WAS UNVAMPIRED AND HE WAS TRAINING TO BE A SHADOWHUNTER AND HE BECAME CLARY'S PARABATAI.

And the whole Jonathan line was kinda meh.

I love everything about the show tho, except for the storyline.

[blaiddllodi]

a kiss between two people in a fake relationship . (uh oh dima... what if we had to lie and bamboozle our way out of a situation....)

"Isn't it about time for him to be finding a wife? He's, what, seventeen now? By this time, his uncle and father - "

"It's a different generation, they're much more timid nowadays, aren't they?"

The envoys always disgruntled him, even when they did not discuss their opinions of his developments to his face as though he were not present.

No, it wasn't as though he were not present - their eyes flicked to his face, assessing, scanning over him as though seeking fault and promise in equal measure. It was as though he were a prize horse, being graded on his merits, but could not have possibly hoped to understand what they were saying about him, placidly eating his feed, complacent and ready to perform at a whim.

He bit his tongue as one of them cocked his head and sighed - that sigh rankled, weighted heavily against his shoulders as though to make him bow, and Dimitri felt his frustration spike. Might they have brought news of home, or collected information of his studies - did it matter that he had passed his most recent certification, that he remained a sterling example, not merely for his class, but for all of Faerghus to place their eyes upon him and know that their future rested gently and protected in his hands?

"You might try socializing a bit more. There are some eligible ladies from houses with pristine reputations."

It was not a bid for his response, for even when he opened his mouth they turned from him, continuing to discuss amongst themselves.

Nevertheless, when the gentlest breeze ruffled a head of brown hair from across the courtyard, what he said was, "Actually - "

Their eyes snapped to him, in part nonplussed that he had chosen that moment to speak, and confused that their assessment had been contradicted - he normally so eager to please his uncle's courtiers, to display the manner and bearing of the proper crown prince, to follow the orders of his duty to the letter -

But he inclined his head, the slightest bow due their stations, and they returned it in kind, watching his movements keenly when he added, "If you will excuse me."

He did not hurry, no jog to cross the courtyard to greet her, merely long, purposeful strides that ate the distance, all the while aware of the burning eyes on his back.

When he bowed to Dorothea, it was at the hip, taking her hand into his with his rise and pressing a firm kiss to its back. "Ah," he mumbled, catching her eyes with purpose, "I am hoping that you will humor me for a moment? I'm ashamed to say I'm in need of my knight."

The words were rueful and soft, almost an apology as he held her gaze for a moment and allowed the world to slow around them.

And then he leaned in, his lips at first grazing the powdery skin at the apple of her cheek - he could smell her perfume, underneath the ash, and the sway of her hair tickled his nose as he dragged its tip along the length of her own nose, the barest nuzzle before pressing his mouth to hers.

It did not last long, and he was not experienced, but there was a heady rush that dropped his guts to his knees and for a moment he forgot what pretending felt like, and the rest of the courtyard blurred around them into black and white and only the vivid green of Dorothea's eyes, the rosy pink of her cheeks grounded him into the real world.

When he drew back, he cleared his throat, and extended his elbow for her to take. "Perhaps...perhaps we should take a walk? Away from here."

[wvthering]

kingdom of one

– in response to the house of black and white event prompt (tw: mentions of death, blood and self-harm)

nara knows what is coming.

when day starts turning into night she can feel it in her heart, the calling. there is no fighting, she learns it the second night – she will fall asleep and she will dream, what will happen next will depend on the dreamweaver.

the third night she dreams of her father's funeral, of sitting in shock next to her siblings. it was expected, in a way, but still, the weight of it all falls on her: the new head of house choi. the truth is that she doesn't remember much of the funeral, but in the dream it's recreated in painful detail, from the creased fabrics of her clothes where she clutched to them to geonwoo, silently standing by her side. maybe she reached to him in real life, maybe she tried to find any words of comfort, but in the dream she stays quiet, unable to say a word.

no, in this dream all she does is listen.

to her siblings crying, to other lords and ladies telling them empty words, gossiping behind their backs. she is not ready, they say, she will be eaten alive. if they truly said that in reality she doesn't know, but in dream the words echo through her mind, making her curl into herself, gripping her skirts.

you will fail, the voice of dreamweaver whispers close to her ear, you will let them down, you know that, it continues, you're weak, you're nothing compared to the other noble houses of hari bulkan.

"maybe so," nara says, forcing herself up. "but i will never know if i don't try, will i?"

she pushes herself up, doesn't look at anyone, lest her siblings' faces will make her stay again, and runs.

—

on the sixth day she wakes in a large chamber, so luxurious she has no doubt of where she is. a servant pushes the door open, gasping when she sees nara wake.

"your grace, i'm sorry i'm late!" she bows deeply and nara stares at her, heart already racing.

a dream it is then.

nara gets up from her bed, noticing how her robes are made of finer silk, the embroidery in it showing dragons, not an armadillo bear. oh, what a dream this one is already.

her chambers do not have the modest table and cosmetics that she has in feastfires. no, here she has countless combs, hairpins, the finest jewelry. she sits in front of a mirror, looking at herself. something is different – nara doesn't recognize the coldness in her own eyes, the glassy way they look at all her belongings.

the servant stands behind her, already brushing her hair. "you always look so beautiful even after waking up, your grace." she carefully disentangles the knots in nara's hair, hands delicate. nara's mother used to do it for her, and later nara did it for both aera and yura.

"my siblings," she says and even her voice sounds different. "where are they?"

the servant continues brushing her hair. "at their positions in court, of course, your grace," she says. "after all, their sister is the future fire lady."

of course, nara thinks, never moving so the servant can style her hair. she married the prince, now she remembers. this is her life now, attended all the time, living in a palace, rulling over the fire nation.

the servant starts talking about her commitments for the day and nara nods along, smiling. all she has to do is host tea parties, talk to other ladies and be presentable when her husband is back from his own duties. no more firebending lessons, or worrying about her lands of firefists, or making sure they have enough money and her siblings are doing fine. the servants hands in her hair are making her feel sleepy. her eyes start to flutter close again and the servant chuckles.

"what a nice life, isn't it, your grace?" she asks.

nara open her eyes, something in her voice doesn't sound right. the servant's smile turns into a grin and she grips nara's hair tighter.

"sleep again, your grace," she says. "you still have time."

nara almost does so – suddenly she feels so, so tired – but instead she reaches for a hairpin, stabbing her own hand. the pain makes her aware of her surroundings, the blood dripping down her palm pulls her back to the reality that this is nothing but a dream.

she gets up, blood dripping on the pristine floor, and smiles at the servant. "you'll have to do better than just nice to keep me here," she says before running to the doors.

—

on the seventh day, her mother waits for her in their garden.

"nara!" her smile is blinding. "come play pai sho with your mother."

this is perhaps the cruelest of the dreams. nara controls her own expression, smiling at her mother. "of course." she sits down, looking at the pieces. "your first move is always so bad."

her mother chuckles, waiting for nara to make her move even though they both know she always start with the earth piece – for no other reason than it being her favorite when she was a child. when playing with others nara puts more effort, but it has never been about winning or losing with her mother.

they play in silence, stealing glances at each other. this is how nara learned how to control her expressions, making sure her mother never knew her next move.

nara destroys her mother's lotus piece, smiling at her. "i won again."

her mother chuckles. "you were always good at this." then, her smile turns warm. "you're good at taking care of your siblings too," she says, serious. "you're doing a good job."

nara allows the tears to fall, just this once. "i know," she says and gets up. "it was nice seeing you again, mother."

she walks out of the gardens and doesn't look back.

—

when she wakes up again, her room is covered in lotus flowers. nara smiles just as a servant enters the room, gasping and dropping her tray at the sight of the flowers.

nara gets up of bed, stretching. "i'll take my breakfast in the dining room today," she says. "i feel much better."

she leaves the room, not looking at the flowers.

[monstroum]

‘rough touch’ lestat @ santiago pls

ㅤ14. ㅤmy muses pushes your to their knees.

he strode across the stage as if it belonged to him and lestat de lioncourt was but a mere guest ( perhaps not even that ) . santiago held in his hand the script . though he followed the directions written down by the coven's maître , the vampire appeared to be more concerned about everyone's positions within the macabre scene . " -ㅤ─ ㅤwelcome , first play during day time , blah , blah , blah , enter the three defendants who'll kneel before the court in a neat little row just like ... oh ! " when the englishman glanced to his left , he realised that one VERY IMPORTANT member of tomorrow's performance was missing .

two hay-filled dummies leaned pathetically against each other , half-sewn and half-finishedㅤ─ ㅤ but where was the third one ? santiago lifted his head , searching for a fellow coven member which ought to be up somewhere in one of the theatre's boxes . " sam ! it appears we're missing a dummy . " the other vampire shrugged and santiago , exasperated by his coven's lack of professionalism , turned to his scene partner ㅤ─ ㅤ oh , and how honoured he should be ! for he was face to face with lestat de lioncourt himself !

santiago had been told so much about the man and now that he saw him in the flesh , he found him profoundly DISAPPOINTING ; all of the bravado and wit he had been told about seemed like nothing more than the protests of a moody teenager . lestat did not wish to be there , that much was clear . hell , he had hardly memorised his lines ! but still , santiago pressed a hand to his chest and approached the other vampire with a small sheepish smile .

" monsieur lioncourt , i'm so terribly embarrassed to even ask ㅤ─ ㅤ but would you be so kind as to fill in for louis du lac ? just for this bit of the rehearsal ? " such a cruel request ㅤ─ ㅤ but santiago had been hurt by his acting partner's disdain for ( himself ) the craft ! and watching a glint of discomfort flash behind those pretty blue eyes of his would bring santiago a sick sense of joy . " if you could kneel down right ... " his free hand rested upon lestat's shoulder . " here . " suddenly he pushed the other down with so much force that all of the stage's floorboards shivered .

oh , how his fingers lingered there , his nails threatening to rip through the fabric of the other's shirt if he were to tighten his grip . but santiago merely tilted his head , admiring lestat's unhappy compliance before muttering a small sarcastic " lovely " .

[goremet-chef]

mannnn me and my friend. teehee

we play games together all the time and we're doing minecraft rn and idk i FEEL like its too sappy to tell her "hey i like how we are" okay like i can tell itd be hard to phrase that in a way that she wouldnt be like ".. thanks?? " OKAY SHE DOESNT MEAN IT we just. IDK how to explain it. so ill just talk about it here 😁😁

we just flow really well together, she can entertain herself mostly and i can be there and we bully the shit out of eachother and god its so fun its genuinely. i told her i was planning to tunnel into her walls but secretly, so she didnt hear it from me and she went "what?im not paying attention to you" i feel like. to other people that would sound bad but i just teeheed so hard man like . QUIETLY THATS WHY IM WRITING THIS we're still in vc but man

its really hard for me to be comfortable in vc with anyone, even if i really want to, but me and her? we just fit man. ive known her for like. 8 years at this point?? maybe a little less but either way. shes the only one of my friends that i can be alone with in vc comfortably as of right now, like IDK i never expected this but im not complaining. like even my friend ive known for 11 YEARS, i love them to bits id do anything for them, but the reality is that we are just AWKWARD PEOPLE and awkward people are sillay when they talk okay its the same with my other friend like we are just very awkward by nature so our awkwardness duplicates when we're alone, to the point where its like. he thinks its awkward and it is but its so awkward that its fucking hilarious i think its so funny man

love my friends with all my heart but something about me and her? like WE'RE SO GOOOOD we werent even that close when we first met? like she was my friends friend and became my friend by proximity but now we're tight bro we get drunk together we get high together i love that for us. i couldnt have guessed it would go this way, but thats the beauty of life 🥳 chaotic and unruly, i wouldnt have it any other way.

she comes home and tells me all her work drama and then we just pick on eachother for several hours and its so funny to me every time i dont care how many times we say the same things its always funny im always gonna make myself laugh when im mean for no reason and ill always laugh when shes mean back like IDK thats just our friendship and we like it that way its great

also shes been just like? IDK we are all queers (except one of us hes our token cishet i guess) she doesnt even remember my deadname anymore despite knowing me by that for most the time we've known eachother its great. and honestly? this is kind of embarrassing to admit but sometimes when shes making fun of me for being dumb she says 'sillay boy' in a little tune and when i get really stressed out i call myself that in my head to calm me down a bit like. NOTHING ID EVER TELL HER but we know we love eachother teehee. IDK i feel like i just express a lot of gratitude towards my other friends but not much to her, probably cuz we talk so much it just feels agiven like i cannot stand her she sucks thats why shes my bestie 😁😁

like MAN idk theres so much shit i could talk about. we fight and i propose to her in lethal company with the ring and then shes mad at me and divorced cuz i sold our ring to meet quota like. STUPID SHIT LIKE THAT. this is gonna sound weird but i just like being bullied????? like ill always throw it back is the thing we work great cuz its never one sided its a mutual thing. if i go first she say 'shut up dominic' and im like NO fuck you like . to an outsider we do not like eachother but i promise we do its making me like. GIDDY RN i love thinking about it. she just made fun of me for being on tumblr instead of building my GAZEBO but im talking about you dumbass!!!! (she doesnt have a tumblr so. what does it matter SKFJS)

i dont know its so fun for me, im just surprised that like. someone i initially didnt know all that well is now my ride or die and we fit SO GOOD like i genuinely couldve never expected it back in middle school but im glad we are the way that we are. love talking to her, love making fun of her, love when she calls me stupid and WHATEVER ELSE like god its so funny. love ignoring her and harassing children in roblox with her like we have such a good time no matter what

shes one of the very few people i can like. just get in a call with for no reason, like if she has drama to tell me and we arent really doing anything else ill still join for what i think is like 10 minutes and leave 2 hours later 💀 love leaving her too shes so dramatic she knows by the tone in my voice when i say her name that im gonna leave call and shes always like no dont do this to me gurl bye!!!!!i got better shit to do!!!!!!! (lie) love to betray her also she sucks

i remember she invited me down (like an hour drive) to watch mario movie and she took me out to olive garden and i CRIEDD it was the first time i went to olive garden and it was so good and she laughed at me. that high is like. I DONT KNOW i feel like im explaining it POORLY its just so silly to me, its so fucking funny

grining right now. im not even tired weve been playing for hours and im not tired at all. love bothering her she deserves it. like would i lay down my life for her? yes absolutely. would i also insult her randomly while shes not doing anything? yes absolutely. i guess its cuz i know she can take it, thats why she does the same to me. idk its just how we're comfortable, we like it this way!!!! hhehehheehee

this is far too sappy to share with her but we love to hate eachother so i think im doin a pretty good job

[pyrriax]

apologies o7

lets try this again.. (i was looking at the wrong post lmfao)

13, 24, 7??

IT HAPPENS SOMETIMES!! dw :D

Ask game!

13. What’s your shortest work of the year?

Shortest (published) work is Places Where Home Is Not at 772 words! Normally I don't post anything under 1k aside from my old drabble collection, but this was for an event challenge which meant I couldn't repeat words, so it got a little over the absolute minimum word count, lol

24. Did you receive any gifts this year?

I did! I received A dog on a doorstep during the MCYT Halloween exchange :)

(I sign up for a lot of exchanges! I love writing fics as gifts for people and it also is a fun challenge.)

7. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Oooh! If we only count published works? Then that'll go to Clown & Branzy (though most of them are actually intended to be slash fics I was just afraid of shipping in a fandom I was new to, lol)

But, if we count unpublished works? Absolutely it's Mapicc/Roshambo/Zam (but I think it's most likely Duality Duo, or Mapicc&/Roshambo)

^ I don't have as good a statistic for that one, since most of my writing recently has been in a vault where I don't meticulously tag character centricity or relationships since it's all set in one AU where I already have it all established in my head ^_^

((But also I actually wrote mostly Pandora/Ozzy [OCs] stuff for most of the year and basically all of it is unaccounted for because I will never truly admit or share that stuff lol; I only mention this because I post that AU on AO3 so it counts. To me.))

[itsscaredycat]

so ok yeah fine i watched gravity falls again and read the book of bill

[tawnysoup]

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge 💖

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

[stealingpotatoes]

tried to tell my faithful eunuch Tucker that he was basically tumblr famous, but he was too focused on defending the homestead to care

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[shinelikethunder]

if you're aware of the Vulture article on Neil Gaiman, there's not much i can add; if you aren't and you go looking, my only advice is that if you hit a point where you're wondering if you should bail, do so, because the details of his behavior only get more vile as it goes along.

however, one thing i WILL say is to be on the lookout for smear campaigns against the sources and/or the journalist, Lila Shapiro, in the coming weeks and months. i cannot stress enough how brave this article is. if there's one thing more hazardous to your reputation than blowing up a rich and influential serial predator in the entertainment industry, it's making the church of scientology look bad, and she's managed to do both in one stroke. remember Lila Shapiro's name, and be extremely skeptical if it suddenly turns up later this year as the target of some slimy allegation.

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(reblogs are enabled again for the time being; please try to behave yourselves. this post is a heads-up, not an open mic night for your tangential hot takes or your personal feelings about gaiman's work. furthermore, tumblr's resident TERF circle-jerk is disrespectfully invited to piss off and take a long walk off a short fucking dock.)

[bob-artist]

Join me in Chicago where the pigeons have their own mini fire pit.

[coffinwoodx]

ok so for those of you who don’t know, there’s this twitter account of a japanese local hero mascot named dentman who went viral recently due to this tweet

but yeah he saw the tweet. and his response went viral as well (which is how i found his account)

and he just has like. hourly posts reminding you to brush your teeth

oh and his rival? his name is mr. mutans. whenever dentman posts he makes a post of his own, ofc

but THAT’S NOT ALL. literally while making this post i found a THIRD ACCOUNT that’s all about taking your meds

safe to say i’m losing my mind

anyway the point of all this was that people are ALREADY beginning to draw them ship art 😭

and the reactions are everything

I CANT ADD ANY MORE IMAGES BUT TRUST ME THIS IS SO FUNNY

toxic one-sided dentman yaoi wasn’t on my 2024 bingo card but it DEFINITELY IS NOW!

[ohsunshine]

3, 7, 9, 15, 25, and 27 for the munday meme. SORRY I am mobile and pasting all the questions i want to would take so long….

munday asks.

on what platform did you start RPing?

neopets when i was like. 10 lmaooooo.

is there a muse you played on more platforms or in different moments of your life?

i started out writing elizabeth swann from pirates of the caribbean, because that was insanely popular on neopets at the time. again, i was quite young so it wasn't particularly Good(TM) but i do miss opening up a forum and getting randoms in for back and forth writing for a couple of hours at a time. not something i'd be suuuper interested in doing now, i don't think, because i like to have some sense of a person/their writing before i start writing with them but it was fun at the time.

i don't really remember if i wrote A Specific Character at a specific point in my life, but some notable characters since include je.an mor.eau from all for the ga.me, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

did you have muse you tried to play, but ended up dropping for various reasons? (the rpc wasn’t active, you lost interest, etc)

i wrote a LOT of dream when i first came to tumblr lol. there's been some that i've wanted to write but don't know how to make them work in settings outside their canon or it's just like. the general anxiety of putting them out there and people feeling like They Have To Interact With This Character (which isn't the case).

but overall i lose interest in writing a character pretty fast if there isn't any interest in writing with them u know.

what do you think about roleplaying with anons?

i don't really know how this would work on tumblr. i think anon is off anyway but i'm pretty staunchly mutuals only so i don't think i'd be up for it here.

do you play smut? do you play it only with characters you’re shipping with, or are you open for “one night stands”?

ehhhhh... i'm more interested in like. everything BUT actual genitals slapping these days. i really like corinthrome for that reason (and others) because it's like. oh they're never actually going to fuck in real world ways, i don't have to write about dicks and holes and tongues and so on. i like the... emotional stuff surrounding sex, and the dynamics that can be at play but actually writing out extended sex scenes these days is largely boring/somewhat uncomfortable for me i think. maybe because tumblr is so public? idk.

BUT i'm ok with referencing it happening between whatever fuckin' characters, whether we're Shipping Them or not, if we've written together a lot/for a long time.

VERY OCCASIONALLY i might reblog a smut meme for like a one-shot thing but i haven't for a long time. idk. the stars haven't aligned for me to do that recently i guess.

are you interested into poly relationships for your muse?

yes! any of them, except del who i don't ship with. i think she's the only one but there might be others. tbh my muse list changes fairly frequently so it's usually a surprise who's on there when i check it.