#I don't have anywhere else to ramble this you all get to hear my random masters rambling

[theultimateultimateweapon]

Oh booyah they're rerunning the Lear event in Masters so I can finally work to get the Pasio trio...

#Tuuw talks #Oh please please let me save up enough gems for it I want Lear Rachel and Sawyer #I don't have anywhere else to ramble this you all get to hear my random masters rambling #Ironic I only played this game for the Nimbasa Trio and Pasio Trio and both events got rerun this year

[toniiswrld]

stepping off my perv!riize soapbox because fwb!Eunseok crept into my mind. fwb!Eunseok would be such a trip. he's super great in bed (duh) and is just such a sweetheart that people would expect you to fall for him. it wouldn't even be difficult to do. he's everything a girl could want in a man, yet you still never saw him in that way.

Eunseok on the other hand... (anyone that has been around you two for longer than 2 seconds: so, you're in love with her, right? Eunseok: nuh uh!! same person: fuck you mean nuh uh!?) he's literally obsessed with you. he's always texting you. always buying you random presents. you know how there are a million and one couple holidays in Korea?? he's not so subtly celebrating everyone with you. like,,,, the couple allegations get crazy, but EUNSEOK'S the one embarrassed about it when it's his fault in the first place.

you never wanted to cross the line bc you knew going into this that it was just sex and occasionally hanging out. the more often you two hung out, the more you started to fall for him. you started to push away, but he kept being so sweet, kept seeking you out, kept buying you gifts, kept taking you out for fancy dinners, kept loving you.

the whole situationship thing reached a peak one night after another lovely "not a date" date with Eunseok. the second the two of you entered his apartment, he had you pushed against his door, his mouth crashing into yours. before you know it, he's hitting it from the back in a half-assed doggy because you can barely hold yourself up, it feels so good. the closer you get to cumming, the more wobbly your arms get. that is until you give up and flop onto your belly. Eunseok fully pushes himself on top of you, his chest to your back. all you can hear is his breathing, groans, and babbling in your ear. he just kept repeating "you're so good for me" "you feel so good" "needed you so bad". you started to zone out, focusing on how good you felt, until you heard the words "i love you so fucking much" pass his lips. you both froze. he pulled out and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. you turned over and the first thing you saw was how red his ears were. you go to touch his shoulder and he turns around with red eyes and starts rambling about how sorry he is and how he crossed a line. you kiss him to shut up before whispering a soft "i love you too" back.

okay,,, this ended up wayyyyyy more fluffyish and longer than i intended. anyways, here's kinda pathetic!fwb!Eunseok! coming next: maybe perv!Sunchan? maybe perv!Anton? maybe something else entirely??? I DON'T EVEN KNOW!! 😱😱

-🎀

eunseok losing the idgaf war deep in pussy is crazy but real af… like he’s so in denial about his true feelings in fear of you not feeling the same so he doesn’t even realize how the fwb turned into a situationship until he’s wayyyy too deep to turn back, and his nonchalant act coming to bite him in the ass the minute he gets a slight realization that he’s so close to having you but could lose you so fast of he didn’t act now. he’s planning on taking you out and then confessing but he gets so distracted by your beauty and then once he’s inside you those three words just leave him without him realizing and you’re both like 🫣🫢🤨

but this whole time you were waiting for eunseok to finally just claim you as his instead of playing with your emotions like he’s been doing these last months, like who takes their fwb to a 5 star restaurant and gives her a hello kitty money bouquet… eunseok lock tf in please

also the dick? is fire…. you aren’t going anywhere when eunseok fucks you completely stupid every time even when he’s slow, forcing you to look at him while he makes you cum basically a soul tie atp and he doesn’t want you fucking other people, even if you two weren’t together and he’s not fucking anyone else either. tells you his cock is the perfect fit for your pussy and anyone else would be a waste of time <3

after his pussy drunk confession you two talk it out and finally make it official and he finishes what he started and goes back to giving you the best dick of your life as your boyfriend 🙂‍↕️

kinda looking forward to perv sungchan but ill take all your ideas no matter what they make me lightheaded in the best way possible 🎀 anon

#toniiswrld 💌 #toniiswrld☆hard hours #riize hard hours #eunseok hard hours #toniiswrld༄🎀 anon

[headstoned]

Hey could you write a dick knubbler x reader smut please! There are none but I totally understand if you arnt comfortable doing it! 🫶

A/N: Omg Dick Knubbler more like Dick Nibbler. you asked so kindly the least I could do is try. (I put my fic on pause for this.) Also this is probably so fucking shit I'm so sorry, Dick is such an amazing character I love that he works with Murderface so closely,, but there's not shit about him anywhere 💔.

Smut warning, no title.

Dick, he was eccentric. He loved Dethklok, and it sometimes disturbed you how worked he'd get about being their producer. He'd talk about it more than anything else. You felt as if he only called you to ramble on about his job while you had a shitty gas station job and had to deal with senseless rednecks every other minute. You barely got the time to talk about you. But, props to Dick, whenever you did get the chance, he was all ears and caring. You haven't seen him in the longest time as Dethklok was taking centuries to produce an album. Their manager sent them on vacation for a break, which also gave Dick a break. You got a random call at the beginning of the week, warning you of his later visit at your "humble abode" and now you were waiting like a dog at your door.

Well, it wasn't like you guys were any more than friends... You were only flirty with each other, but that came naturally for Dick. Sometimes, though, you would catch yourself melting after hearing the pet-name "babe" roll off his tongue midsentence. And maybe you'd think about it that night and your hands would wander...

KNOCK KNOCK... KOCK

You jumped violently at the sudden burst of sound and a shock of excitement washed over you. He's here! You couldn't jerk the door open faster. "Hi!" You said with a big smile. "Hey there, babe." He laughed. You noticed his mechanical eyes looking you up and down, a single rose in his hand. You looked confusedly at it and it came closer. "A little something for you from the Mordhous garden!" He grinned goofily and held it out to you closer. You took it in silence and let him in. You stared at its lovely redness as the door shut behind him. A rose? For me?

It wasn't rare for him to do these types of things. He'd take you to fancy restaurants and buy you expensive chocolate and forcibly take you on shopping sprees to "get rid of some money" as if he had too much. But a rose? That was the line crosser. He only gave roses to his dates...

You glanced back at him removing his suit jacket and his shoes and cleared your throat.

"It's nice to see you again during this shit week."

"Shit week?" He repeated, turning to face you. An eyebrow raised. You scoffed. "Yeah. And the worst day was this one. I had crackheads yelling at me."

"I don't know why you keep turning down being my assistant, you know we'd see each other everyday!" He shrugged and hung his jacket up. You rolled your eyes. "I don't. Charles does." You sighed. "Oh yeah..." He looked around for a second. "You've changed the place." He stated. You have. That's how long he's been gone. Long enough for you to rearrange shit. "Yeah."

He sighed dramatically. "Let me see the bedroom." He put his hand out. You giggled and took it, leading him to your bedroom. In there, only your bed had moved, but it didn't matter as that's where you two would hang out anyway.

As soon as you closed the door it was like the air changed. His gentle hold on your hand roughened and you were being pushed against the door.

"I've been thinking about you recently. I could really, uh, make you feel good if you'd like, baby. It could really help you relieve some stress."

Your brain fogged. He really must be sex deprived. But you agreed anyway. This wasn't like his silly sex innuendos. This was blunt.

"I've been thinking about you, too, recently."

Your mind swarmed with bee-like thoughts. What was going on? Was this really happening?

... no.

Yes. It was.

Recently. Yeah let's go with that.

You gave him a shy smile and a smirk appeared on his face. He leaned in closer and brushed his lips against your neck. "Y'see, I've been looking for a... serious relationship." He said against your skin and your knees almost gave out. A shakey breath escaped your lips, desperate for attention. "And I think I'm finally looking in the right spot."

He picked you up and you wrapped yor legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders. A slight blush on your face. And a soft smile. "I didn't come over here for a cute little visit, by the way." He sat you down on the bed, the lights within his artificial eyes turning from green to red. You looked up at him, elbows propping you up. This was all really happening. It was like some goofy smut book.

"Oh yeah?" You asked playfully as he unbuttoned his shirt. Finally, you've accepted this feverdream of a night as reality. "I've came to make you mine."

°•♡

It was like that. Your fingers were caught in his blonde locks and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your lips danced against each other lovingly. "Oh God..." You gasped as he slipped into you with a leisurely pace. His head fell into the crook of your neck, his breathing whimperish. After kissing him for so long you could safely guess he had a few things to drink before coming over here. You addressed it, but he shook it off saying it was for his confidence.

God, you hoped so.

His cock slipped in and out of you slowly and painfully. Your moans were only sighs and heavy breaths as you ran your hands up and down his back. "You feel so good..." He finally gave in and quickened his pace, ending your slow torture. But it was short lived when you wanted it even faster and he completely pulled out.

"Turn over, babe..." He panted, holding himself in his hand as he sat back. You did as he said, as fast as you could. Your ass was stuck up for him and your face buried in the pillows to hide your heavy pants. You felt him caress your ass and run his rip along your slit. "Dick, please..." You begged, pushing back against him in vain. "That begging, shit, (y/n)." He sighed, but still continued to tease you. "Oh fuck, I need you so bad, please!" You would do anything at this point to feel him inside you again, and he got it.

He pushed into you once again, but this time it was fast and hard. You gripped onto the sheets as he repeated this action over and over again, each time harder than the first. You heard his grunts and moans from behind you and a knot tightened in your stomach. Already? You thought, but any other thought was pushed away by your sudden orgasm. You bit down on the pillow, walls clenching his cock as he sloppily pounded into you. You bathed in the post-release nirvana as you rode out your high.

His hands were gripped tightly onto your hips, surely leaving bruises, but you didn't care. You legs trembled, but he still used you until he came all over your back. There was a moment of just breathing between the two of you. And then you breathed out, "I think I love you."

It was whiney and desperate sounding. But he was only focused on your sweet body, his cum coating it.

"I know I love you."

#metalocalypse x reader #metalocalypse #smut #dick knubbler #x reader

[gay-robot-boyfriends]

Sooooooo, I saw the post with the ask about Vile HCs and how you rambled on about it, seeing the ending mentioning you have a lot of VileX HCs.

So allow me to be the enabler to hearing about such HCs with this ship in question, VileX.

(Random Vile art so the post doesn't feel as naked dsdhsha!) OMG, you mean I get to ramble about my beloved again? <3 This is going to be a long one! So I got both HCs and a bit of AU. GET READY!

Disclaimer: I understand that this irl relationship would not be healthy; however, it is all for fun and should be viewed as a sitcom. A lot of it is silliness and sexual tension (I won't go into detail here), but consent is very important to me, so it is definitely present here. I brainstormed a lot of this with my friend @raerrui.

Headcanons:

So, no one at HQ knows how those two ended up together or why X would even consider someone like Vile, but no one questions it too much.

Vile likes X in the same way that he likes his favourite cannon. He cleans and names his cannons, is a weapons nerd, and does not want anyone else to touch them.

As a reploid created from for war, I don't believe the prospect of love is possible for him.

He doesn't get the romantic human mushy crap X is into and probably thinks a lot of it is stupid, but whatever makes his rookie happy. A happy rookie does not whine, nag, or cry, all of which Vile finds annoying.

So, in that sense, he treats X in the same way he would his weapons. When something is broken, you fix it. When someone messes with your weapons, you break their legs and reclaim what is rightfully yours.

It's just Vile's version of being protective and caring, but with more salt and rage. Vile considers X to be his token boyfriend and treats him accordingly.

Vile checks out X the first time he sees him in his first armour. They would go on "let's go blow shit up" dates in Vile's ride armour. X wants to try cute human things, to which Vile groans but agrees (like this). Also, I believe Vile would bring out the worst in X, but in the funniest way possible. He sometimes turns into an angry little blueberry because he is tired of Vile's bullshit.

X gets to see a side of Vile that others do not. Vile's room, complete with a built-in bar, has everything he needs to make killer drinks. He even purchased stupid little umbrellas because X thought they were cute. Basically, X gets to see Vile make something.

The AU bits that live rent free in my head:

It's not fleshed out or anything, but long story short, Sigma has Vile train X (a new recruit), and Vile is pissed about it. He doesn't want to train a rookie; he wants to go out there and blow stuff up, and until X is ready to go on the field, Vile is stuck at headquarters with him. That means he HAS to train him.

Along the way, Vile tries to tick off X because he's bored out of his mind and has nothing better to do, and he refuses to address him by name. Keeps calling him Rookie, it becomes X's nickname. X had had enough after a while.

"Stop calling me that my name is X! X!!" "You haven't earned that right yet, rookie. You can't even hit the targets without missing half of them. Everyone thinks you're so special." He moves closer to X, towering over him. "…But you're not. I don't care what your "title" says about you. You're nothing unless you can prove otherwise." X doesn't flinch. "You don't scare me." "Hah, that's the type of attitude that'll get you killed on the field. "I like it."

I love the idea of them having so much tension at the start. X kinda learns to deal with Vile being Vile.

When X reaches B-rank, he is able to go on missions but needs to be assisted. He wants to try it on his own, and Vile says, "Alright, suit yourself." So he sits back and watches X, but decides it's a good idea to fire his cannon at X to see if he can avoid it (also for self entertainment). "WHAT THE HELL VILE?" Vile is laughing loudly, "Remember your training, Rookie!" "R-right enemies can come from anywhere."

This entire AU leads to Zero joining the maverick hunters, and since Vile has been complaining so much, Sigma decides to have Zero train X instead. Vile gets annoyed. He's mostly annoyed with himself for being angry when he sees X and Zero smiling and talking to each other. X and Zero are just friends because I don't want to get into that kind of drama. It's too complex for my two brain cells. I just enjoy all of the different dynamics.

Everything eventually leads to this:

#My HC and AU about Vilex #enjoy/i'm sorry #I will never shut the fuck up about this man

[rheallsim]

I want so badly so be someone in the sims community, even to just have a friend group in the sims community, but no matter how much work I put in I get no traction/friends/etc. How do you do it?? Did I join too late?

Ooof… oof. :(

I'm going to ramble a bunch under the cut. Forgive me for the brain spew that's gonna follow. <3 I'm like an old lady who just can't keep her mouth shut. ^^;

[Skip to the bottom for a TL;DR.]

Listen, I hear you. I hear you so strongly. Finding a group of folks you feel connected to in online communities is such a difficult/often very random/unexpected/miraculous thing. It's so easy to see all these names come up so often on your dashboard, see the numbers associated with them, and to see them call each other out or post silly chat logs or other fun things they do with others, and then not feel like you're being left out of some amazing, fun thing.

Here's the thing:

Social media is an illusion.

We see these groups of people all chatting with each other, and we think they're all best friends having a constant party behind the scenes. We think they're hogging all the opportunities, getting all the commissions, finding all the agents and getting the publishing deals, etc. (this was my experience as a young artist online, btw), while the rest of us are struggling to get by.

Here's what we DON'T see:

We don't see the many many years of obscurity and struggling it took them to get to that point. All the hard work of honing their craft and marketing themselves and doing the work of the daily grind. Yeah, they made friends, but a bunch of those friends were made when they were all in the same trenches, learning together before ANY of them got big or famous. [Also: all that hard work doesn't stop just because they've reached some arbitrary "famous" point. It's just as much hard work, and often even more.]

We don't see how hard they currently work, and how difficult it's been. We don't see the years of low-level community building they did when they were just starting out. We didn't see them when they each had ten followers, making fun of each other's OCs in the comments because they had something in common and just found each other and made the effort to reach out.

The thing is: we all start out somewhere. And many times the friends we make when we first start out are the ones that stick with us.

Also: a lot of those "cliques" are an illusion.

Sure, some of these people are close friends. Most are only just barely acquainted with each other, or only occasionally communicate. They might sing each other's praises in public, but that could be that they're just as much a fan as you are, and are excited to get a chance to engage, and might not have directly spoken to each other before. But with the limited information we see we might assume that they're well known to each other, and all hang out in some secret discord somewhere, and feel that exclusion that doesn't really exist.

Me, for example? It might be easy for someone new to chance upon my page and assume that I've been in this community forever. They might look at the note/download count on some of my CC and think "Wow, she's famous O__O". They might see me joking with another user and thinking "Wow, they have so many friends, man, I wish that were me".

But honestly? I only really joined Simblr a year ago (so yeah, it's not "too late" to get into this community!). I got lucky that the CC I posted was something people liked and wanted to use. As for friends…? I'm not in any discords. I don't have secret group chats. I only feel like I've made 1 whole friend in the time I've been here, and that friend is someone I only talk to on Simblr, and only occasionally, when we make posts that the other likes; we don't hang out or chat anywhere else. I don't make any money on this, or get any donations to my ko-fi page. I don't get tons of asks or other comments behind the scenes. If I make a gameplay post, I'll be lucky if it gets 10 notes, or one comment from that one friend I mentioned.

I do have a lot of people I've spoken to in passing. Folks I've had conversations with. But I barely know them, and we don't "talk" or "hang out". Very rarely I'll comment on their page saying "Gosh, I'm such a huge fan of yours, uwu" and they'll respond back saying "WHAT really?? I use your CC all the time!" and that's amazing and mind-blowing and OMG HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?! But that's the extent of our conversation; it doesn't always lead to private chats and years of in-jokes and friendship. Honestly, I just follow a bunch of people I like, and occasionally I'll reply to their posts or send them an ask, because that's how community works.

Which brings me to another thing:

You get out what you put in.

What I don't mean from this is that you'll definitely get famous if you make the effort to make lots of posts/CC. No, what I mean is, if you're kind, and you reach out to folks, help them with their problems when you can, comment on their stories, laugh at their jokes, play in their ask games, reach out when it seems like they're having a hard time, etc.… if you make these genuine attempts to just be kind, friendly, and talk to people, you know what will happen?

People will respond. They'll do the same right back to you. And a bunch of those people, while they won't be the people you idolize, will be really cool people who you'll be glad to eventually, maybe, call your friends.

And that's the whole world.

If you're friendly, folks will be grateful, and they'll be friendly back. As long as you're kind and genuine about it, and not just spamming for likes or follow-backs, people will reciprocate.

You know what else really draws people in?

Seeing you have fun.

Seriously.

What do you enjoy doing? Lookbooks? Stories? Random gameplay? Builds? If you post regularly, and you post things you're proud of and it's obvious you're having fun with it, then people will find your content so much more enjoyable to follow and interact with. Especially if you make an effort to reply to people.

Nothing is more off-putting than seeing someone jumping on a recent trend, making posts that look more like an obligation or a half-hearted attempt to cash in, and then seeing them complain that no one's engaging with them. As long as you're having fun, that's what matters. Never force yourself to post. Take long breaks if you want/need to. Utilize that queue if you must. People can tell when you're forcing yourself and just jumping on the latest bandwagon. The most enticing thing is seeing someone enthusiastic about their own content, and what will attract like-minded people.

I know it's hard, but seriously: Try not to criticize or put yourself down. You're allowed to vent, of course, but try to be kind to yourself. The world is a difficult enough place, and if you uplift yourself as well as others, people will respond likewise. <3

Also: Do everything you can to not. Care. About the numbers.

I know this is hard. I know this is hard because I've struggled with it my entire teen/young adult life.

But I'm in my 30s now, and I've been in various different online communities and social medias since 2001, and I've been through ALL that shit. I've been that person refreshing DeviantART over and over hoping for more notes on my latest artwork that I spent hours on. I've been that person on Twitter at 3am wracking my brain for something "interesting" to say so that SOMEONE might respond, all the while feeling like crap because I "missed" a tweet exchange a couple friends had an hour ago and now I'm having FOMO like a mother-fucker. I've been that person watching my friends and acquaintances post photos from parties and announcements of engagements and promotions and things on Facebook and wondering how is it possible that EVERYONE is living a better life than me…?! (Answer: It's an illusion!) I've been that person looking at my artwork with +1k notes on it and feeling absolutely WORTHLESS because none of those 1k notes have resulted in a genuine interaction or connection with someone else, which is what I really wanted all along. I've been that person seeing the art I spent 20 hours on get only three comments while someone else's ten-minute sketch gets hundreds and I'm crying and wondering why my work is so worthless.

The longer I've spent online, the more I've realized how little all those numbers matter. Anywhere I can, I try to turn off those numbers. I DEFINITELY turn off the notifications of those numbers. Because really, what I want is that connection, that interaction, and I'm not going to get it unless I take that first step and reach out to others. If I'm too caught up in note counts or favourites I forget how much fun it is to just post stuff and comment on others' things.

We all want the "result" of fame. We all want the friends, the respectability, the acknowledgement of our hard work, and that feeling of community. What we don't always remember, though, is that you can't force any of those things. You just have to be yourself, be genuine, and reach out to folks, and all those things will grow organically.

And it won't be instantaneous. It will sometimes take a LONG time. Most of the time you won't even notice it happening until it does. And even then, it won't ever be as "amazing" as you thought it would be. It will just feel normal, and you'll still have all the same problems as you do now. Maybe even more, depending on your popularity.

Speaking of popularity: it's a double-edged sword. I don't EVER want to be "popular", or "famous". Sure you might get a bunch of random positive engagement, but you'll also get the negative engagement, too. And that can be devastating, because as we all know, one negative comment overshadows a dozen positive ones in our own heads. Social media sucks like that, and it takes such a long time to grow a thick skin about it. Lots of people aren't even able to do that, and while they put on a brave face, every negative barb is like a knife to the heart. A lot of that stuff is hidden from public view. It's why we get so many "popular" or "famous" people going silent or leaving communities, because the cost of that popularity is often too high; and it's exponentially worse if you're part of a marginalized group. It SUCKS so bad.

Honestly, just be yourself. Post stuff that makes you happy. Uplift those around you. Reach out, be kind, be genuine. Experiment and have fun in this space. That's the only way to make this shitty thing that is social media and all the horrible negative things that come with it worth it. I promise you, if you have fun in the short term, you'll have a much more rewarding experience than you'd ever have if you treat it like a popularity contest. <3

TL;DR:

Social media is an illusion.

Most of those "cliques" you think exist are also an illusion.

Often the best friends you make are the ones on a similar level/journey as you. Lift each other up.

You get out of your community what you put into it.

Do anything and everything you can to NOT CARE ABOUT THE NUMBERS.

Popularity/Fame often sucks REALLY bad. Focus on connecting with each other instead.

You'll have a better time if you focus on having fun than if you treat it like a popularity contest.

#ask #Rheall Rambles #Anonymous #Simblr #Popularity #Rheall Replies #Text Post

[hangezoeenthusiast]

Totem of Undying

gn!reader

person: c!technoblade

word count: 1,852

warnings: blood, yelling, cursing, failed execution (art not mine, SAD-ist on youtube)

One day, you were pacing across Techno’s floor, wearing out the carpet, wondering were he was. He was gone for 9 days, and normally he isn’t out for that long.

He specifically said before his little expedition, “I won’t be gone long, I just got to get something for Phil.” “Ok, have fun honey.” you said, not looking up at him from your book. “You’re sure you don’t need anything?” he asked, trying to find a way to spend a little more time with you before he left. “Yeah, I’m sure, just tell Phil that I said hi.”

“Ok, bye my Aphrodite.”

Ever since, you haven’t gotten any messages on the comms, no messenger birds from him, or any sign of communication between the piglin hybrid and you.

“If he was going to Phil, then I should call Phil.” you murmured under your breath. How could you forget, he said he was going to get something for Phil, so he must be with him.

You looked for you phone, and called Phil’s number. “Hello, who is this?” replied on the other side of the phone. “Phil, is this you, I need to talk to you.”

“Oh hey Y/n, how are you doing?” “Not particularly well, um I have a question, is Techno there, he isn’t answering my calls.”

"Umm, well, he isn't here right now." he states, regret lacing his words. "Well where is he, it's urg-" Phil cut you off, "Y/n, you don't know?"

"What do you mean Phil?"

"I don't wanna say this, but he got captured by the Butcher Army." "Are you fucking kidding me, when he get caught?" you questioned. "IThey came to your house a few days ago, didn't you see them?" "No, I don't think so."

Then you suddenly remembered, “I think they might have came to our house. I was on a trip to get some spider eyes, so I guess that’s when they came over and got Techno.”

“Yeah, they haven’t come back yet, they tried to interrogate me, but I said no, and then they put an ankle monitior on me.” “They decided that if I wasn’t going to tell them anything, they would confine me to my house.”

You apologized to him, “I’m sorry Phil, hopefully you get that off soon enough.” “It’s fine Y/n/n, right now, what I’m concerned about is Techno. The Butcher Army built something, it’s a little cage with an anvil, I watched them build it, but it was kinda vague to me.” "I'm coming to L'Manberg Phil, I'll be there in a hour or so." "Ok, be safe."

-

You arrived in L'Manberg, looking for Phil's house. "Hey Y/n." he spoke. "Right back at you Phil, how are you doing today?" "I'm doing eh, I'm just worrying about Techno." "Me too, hopefully he turns up soon."

So then you stayed with Phil for a while, drinking tea and talking about random stuff. You were trying to buy your time until Techno popped up somewhere, preferably unharmed.

“Yeah Phil, there was-” Hooves stomped on grass, triumphant talking covering every sound outside. The people that cut you off was the Butcher Army, who was boasting their victory over their fight with Technoblade.

Techno, blood all over his skin, bruises on his face, barely showing any sign of his true skin tone. Chains rapping all over his body so he wouldn't escape. You felt devastated, what had they done to him? Behind them was Quackity riding Carl, holding him hostage so Techno couldn't escape on his steed. "What did they do to you?" you whispered under your breath.

They led Techno to the stage, when he looked up at you and Phil, suprise basking his face. "PHIL, PHIL, WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU PHIL, Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he yelled from under you guys. "I'M FINE TECHNO, THEY PUT AN ANKLE MONITOR ON ME." Phil screamed back.

They dragged him away from the house, bringing him onto the stage. "LEAVE PHIL AND Y/N ALONE YOU HEAR ME, LEAVE THEM ALONE." he retaliated. They locked him in the cage, where he was waiting his impending doom.

"Technoblade, this is actually not a trial, if you look up, you can see an anvil hanging down. When we press that lever down there, what it's going to do is drop on you and it's going to fucking kill you."

After Quackity's little statement, he demanded Tubbo to explain to everyone what was happening, but what they didn't know was that there was an ally, or friend of Techno's that would help him sooner or later.

After Tubbo spoke about how Techno betrayed the country, and how he had to pay for his wrongdoings, Punz swooped in, throwing snowballs to distract the Butcher Army. With his armor clad self, he started to attack them, momentarily trying to buy time for Techno. He splashed potions all around himself and the Butcher Army.

Then he started to load up the stage with unlit TnT, sending a warning to the Butcher Army not to fuck with him. Quackity yelled in scaredness, hoping that Punz wouldn't light the TnT. "PUNZ, PUNZ, CHILL THE FUCK OUT PUNZ, CALM DOWN." Quackity begged. He didn't stop, and that lead to the whole Butcher Army attacking him with their axes.

While they were chasing Punz, they didn't realize that he slipped Techno a totem of undying. That's right, one of the only things that can prevent death if someone was to kill someone else. So when Punz left the scene, and Ghostbur came to the stage to secretly tell Techno that he named his sheep "Friend", they started to prepare for execution.

"Ok, no more, I'm pulling this fucking lever." Quackity stated. And there is was, he pulled the lever, and the anvil went crashing down on Techno's head. But Quackity didn't know that he had a totem of undying in his hand, so when the anvil came down on Techno, there was a flurry of green and yellow sparks all around him, protecting him from his death.

During the little show, Techno escaped the iron cage, and ran for his life. The Butcher Army was confused, why did Technoblade die, he was supposed to perish, right?

He ran to the little hole in the ground, and was meet by Dream, riding Carl. Dream started to block up the hole, while Techno rode Carl to victory. As he rode Carl, he reached a control room, where there was chests filled with stuff for specific people. There was Eret's, Tubbo's, his, and many others.

He looted his chest, put iron armor on, and started to prepare for his journey. He splashed potions onto his body, giving him strength for a few minutes, and swiftness. When he realized that the pathway wasn't large enough for both him and Carl, he started to break blocks so he and Carl wouldn't suffocate in the walls.

While he was doing that, Quackity sneaked up behind him, taking him by suprise. “Techno, you’re not leaving this place, how didn’t you die?”

“None of your business Quackity, how about you leave me alone.”

“You’re my business Techno, and as long as you’re alive, this server is going to go to shit.” And this the fight began, Techno only donning a pick axe for a weapons, and iron armor, and Quackity, with full netherite and all the tools you could ever need for a fight.

Their weapons clashed together into a disgusting sound. “I’M GOING TO DEFEAT YOU TODAY TECHNOBLADE.” shouted Quackity, thinking he was going to win. “NOT A CHANCE.” Techno answered.

Quackity was clearly arrogant in this matter, even though he had the good stuff, and Techno had the shitty stuff that would be easily broken, he forget something. He forgot that he didn’t have technique, and Techno was the great night Blood God. Technoblade could’ve easily, if he wanted to, take down an entire village.

But he didn’t, and that’s what Quackity didn’t realize. Yes, Techno did some shitty things in the past, but he declared that he was going to retire from the fighting, from everything that related to violence. It wasn’t necessary to try to execute him.

So when the final swing hit, Quackity with his ego to a high capacity, at almost half a heart, Techbo easily defeated and killed Quackity, taking one of his canon lives.

-

You paced across the wooden floor for 10 minutes. “Phil, is Techno ok, where is he, why isn’t he here right now, Phil-” you cut yourself off, “Phil, is he dead?” “No he isn’t Y/n/n, I know Techno, he’s still alive, trust me.” he assured you, trying to comfort your thoughts, but it wasn’t getting to you.

Techno had to be dead, an anvil fell on him. “But what was the green and yellow sparks, what was the reason for that?” you thought. Was that a distraction, or was it something more significant.

“Phil, are you sure he’s-” he interrupted you with a shush. “Do you hear that?” he asked, not sure what’s was happening outside of his home. “No, I don’t, what’s wrong?” “Stay here Y/n.” he ignored your question.

He sneaked toward the door, trying to quiet his footsteps. He slowly opened the door, looked around, and saw Techno standing there, covered in bloody armor. “Holy shit Techno, what are you doing here, they could come any minute.”

“I need Y/n for a second.” he calmly said, trying to ease Phil’s nerves. “Mate, what about the Butcher-”

“I killed their leader.” “Heh?” “I killed Quackity, unfortunately it isn’t permanent.” he sighed. “Ok, first of all, weirdchamp, and secondly, please come inside, you’re worrying me right now.”

Phil let Techno in, and offered him a cup of tea. “No thanks Phil, so back to what I was saying, where is Y/n?” “Oh, they’re in the back, I thought you were someone else.” “Thanks.”

He stepped towards the direction you were in, and opened the door to find a frantic, worried Y/n. He put his body on the doorframe nonchalantly, “You missed me?” You turned around from your pacing, and looked at Techno, relief coating your eyes, “TECHNO.”

“Y/n.” he replied. You hurriedly walked to Techno, and gave him a bone-crushing hug. “Oh my goodness I’ve missed you so much, why did you have to leave, I don’t want you to die, fuck Quackity and the rest of them...” You rambled on and on about how the Butcher Army should be convicted, and a whole bunch of other things, when Techno cut you off, “Calm down my Aphrodite, I’m back, and that’s all that matters.”

"Ok, well are you hurt anywhere, Phil has some healing pots as well as some bandages." "I'm fine, but are you ok, did they hurt you?" he put his hand on your shoulders. "I'm ok, they didn't acknowledge me."

"Well, I'm glad that was the case."

You severely hugged him again, "Please never leave without me, I don't want this happening again."

"Never Y/n, never."

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream smp x y/n #mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #technoblade #technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #technoblade x y/n #c!technoblade #c!technoblade x reader #c!techno #louistommosnesquickmilk writes #louistommosnesquickmilk

[gingerteaonthetardis]

would you share a little more about your new moon rewrites

heya, nonny, sorry i didn't see this yesterday. i'm always happy to ramble about my projects, though, even if most of them exist in my mind exclusively.

new moon but bella is hallucinating a completely unhelpful, dorito-crunching paul instead of edward.

i mean, if you take this crack and treat it seriously, there are a lot of cool directions you could go? if she starts hallucinating him before they even meet, how is that possible? imagine her freezing like a rabbit when she actually sees this random, irritating ghost guy for real in front of her for the first time... so fun. could be wolfy magic? or they could start as a guilt response about the slap! or their meeting could go a completely different way and she just hallucinates him because he's that bitch, living rent free in her mind forever.

i'm absolutely never gonna be able to write this concept out for real, so anyone is free to take this idea off of my hands!!

actually, i'm putting the rest below the cut, for everyone's sanity, lol.

new moon but edward died fighting victoria and james at the end of twilight and she has to go on without him.

what if the cullens actually had to be a support system for a grieving bella, rather than bouncing and leaving her to her own shit? idk, i don't care much about the cullens generally, but the idea of having two found families to rely on... of the wolves and cullens making some sort of peace without edward's bullshit antagonism and jacob's need to compete... it appealed to me.

this one only has a few hundred words in the doc and will probably never go anywhere, but i'll share some of them anyway, for funsies:

I took a deep breath, let it out. Warm breath mixing with steam, blending muddily in the air. However much I wanted to blame myself for the danger everyone was in, I couldn’t. It all led back to James. To the sort of malevolence that made hunting me an obsession.

I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off in a daze, hands moving mechanically, mind somewhere else. Somewhere in the forest, where I could only hope the people I loved weren’t being ripped to shreds—

There was a crash.

“Oh my god.”

Even through the door, Alice’s muffled voice rang with unmistakable horror. There was a pained kind of beauty in it, the kind that made my blood freeze in my veins. And it made me heedless, sending me careening through the bathroom door wrapped in my fluffy, white hotel towel. My pulse pounded so loud in my ears, I was surprised I could even hear her next words:

“He’s… he’s gone.”

new moon but bella's a witch.

probably my favorite concept, and the only one i might actually finish. it was inspired by this line in new moon:

Jacob, the only human I’d ever been able to relate to....

And he wasn’t even human.

I fought the urge to scream again.

What did this say about me?

there's something very appealing to me about making bella slightly supernatural. that sense she has of not quite belonging in the human world isn't because she was born to be a vampire (dumb! stupid!!!! nobody is born to die!!!!), but because she's been living with this power turned off, essentially. living with only half of her potential. so, this is bella finally getting some fucking autonomy in her life, featuring non-toxic imprinting, good guy jacob black, a new backstory for emily (who is pretty justifiably loathed by the fandom, but deserves some development), bella and leah friendship hours, werewolves at appropriate ages, witches teaming up, absolutely no fucking cullens, and just generally everything i like in a fic.

i've currently got about 50k words in the doc and a loooong way to go before this fic sees the light of day, so here's a little sample:

I had this strange feeling, as Emily ushered me back the way I’d come—down the porch steps and around the house—that when I’d set foot outside of the Blacks’ today, I’d entered an entirely different world than the one that belonged to me. It was a world where, apparently, someone could refer to me as a witch and get a completely straight-faced response from the majority of the observers.

“Wicked,” Embry said, an impish smile spreading over his lips, at almost the same time that Paul cried, “I fucking knew it!” Their voices followed me as I was towed across the yard.

It seemed that I was the only one responding appropriately. “I can’t be a witch,” I said matter-of-factly. “I’m pretty sure I’d know.”

Funnily, my first line of argument wasn’t, “witches don’t exist.”

finally, my most self-indulgent concept yet...

new moon but paul imprints on bella and they are both soooooo mad about it.

the girls are fighting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Paul," Sam said, "I don't—"

I spoke over him, rising up on my toes. "Oh, you want to talk about loyalty? Why do you think I'm here—to go nine rounds with an overgrown Alpha male who thinks he can scare me?" His growl rattled through my chest, electrifying my whole body. "I'm here for Jacob. I would never abandon him, not even if the Cullens came back."

I was momentarily shocked at my ability to say their name aloud. I was even more surprised to feel the truth of my own words, bone deep and unshakeable. But my mouth was already moving, always ahead of my mind: "I would certainly never try to separate him from the people who care about him—"

"What do you think you're doing right now?" he challenged, head lowering closer to mine. I could see the golden speckles of something inhuman, something too-bright, in his irises. We were that close. All around me, the air smelled like crushed pine needles and scorched earth, confusing my senses.

"Paul, Bella—"

"We came here to help him," he went on, "but you're too clueless and self-obsessed to imagine him needing more than just you and your manipulative bullshit.”

enemies to lovers 50k START

i am obsessed with this and obsessed with them, thank you and goodnight

#NONNY THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE #twilight posting #abbey.txt

[kiribakuhappiness]

How do you deal with the hate comments you get?? (Not that I think the last ask was particularly hate or anything) but I never see hate stuff on your blog or in your comment sections either. I feel like I see tend to get them a lot abd sometimes I don't know how to handle them :( love your work!!! Sorry if this is rude to ask...

Not rude at all - but there's a lot to unpack here, so I’m really sorry if I ramble or go off on a few tangents in my answer!

The short answer is: I don't deal with hate comments.

The medium answer is: It depends on the type of 'hate' that I’m receiving.

The longer answer is this:

I have been really lucky (I think) to have been able to grow a little community on this blog of similar, like-minded people who enjoy the same things that I do (Tsundere characters, characters that can help show more representation in the Alphabet Mafia community, dumb boys who deserve to just be dumb boys, etc). I've rarely received any hate comments since my time here on Tumblr, and I think there's a lot of reasons for this.

1.) If someone comes rearing into my Ask box just LOOKING for a fight (ie, random death threats from Anons, homophobic comments, an obvious attempt to bait me into some kind of long-winded debate, etc) I simply just do not deal with it. Those people (especially Anons) are just looking for a reaction out of you. They want you to get upset, to post some long rambling defense, to be snarky and rude back to them, that's what they want.

But at the end of the day, I don't owe any of them a response. Hell, I don't owe anyone a response if I don't want to answer something.

But I answer Asks because I like talking with people, and getting all amped up and excited over the same things, that's part of the fun of creating and sharing that creative work online and being an active part of the fandom. I LOVE hearing from the people that follow this blog (even if I don't always get the chance to respond to all of them) because I know that they're happy or excited enough to hit that Ask button and send me a message, and that makes me feel good to know that I was able to get them so pumped up!

But those Anons aren't looking for that kind of connection. Most of the time, they’re not even looking to have a mature discussion, even if that’s how they come across at first. They're looking to hurt. To ridicule and make fun of, to make me and my followers feel bad or low. And, most of the time, the people who are sending that hate are young. So young. Like... way younger than what you might be picturing in your head right now.

So when I get the really bad hate - the hate that makes your skin feel hot, the hate that spikes your blood pressure, the hate that makes you start typing in a blind rage because you want to hurt them just as much as they've just hurt you - then they've already won. And I'll be damned if I let myself be led by the hand right into a losing battle.

So I simply do not engage. I don't reply with some snarky comment thinking I'm oh-so clever, I don’t reply in a holier-than-thou manner because I think I’m just so much better than them, and I don't reply with a long rambling post about why they're wrong and why they're childish and why they're hateful because that in itself is a hateful act, and I have far more important things to be spending my time and my energy on than fighting with a random on the internet and fueling that (quite frankly, pointless) hatred.

When I don't respond, the anon grows bored. Why send hateful things into someone's Asks if they aren’t even going to showcase it to all of their loyal followers? The reason you don't see hate on this blog is because I simply do not allow them to sink their roots into this soil. I pull them out like weeds and refuse to let them grow here.

I also don't respond because, while I may be able to take a death threat or a homophobic slur with gritted teeth and a roll of the eyes and keep on going about my day, some of my followers may not be mentally or psychologically equipped to see such rude backlash. They range from pre-teens to adults, and when they choose to follow me and my blog, I see it as a responsibility on my end to shield them from that unnecessary hatred. There's no need for them to see such toxicity, and so I act as a stubborn guard blocking the front gates. This temple is for relaxation, for laughter and excitement and love, and I'll protect it until the day that I decide to send that last post and go off to do something else with my life.

2.) Another reason that I believe that I don’t get much hate on this blog is because I don’t cross-platform my content. Does this lower the visibility of my work? Sure. I don’t have a Twitter, or a Youtube, or a TikTok, or an Instagram. This blog is just that - this blog on Tumblr, with a link to my AO3 for my writing. And while that limits my audience and perhaps bottlenecks my views, the safeguard it brings from distancing from toxic mindsets that tend to leak into the more problematic social media sites is well worth it, in my opinion.

I don’t write these stories for kudos and hits. I don’t write these stories to push out as much content as possible, to gain a following as quickly as I can, to reach the entirety of the fandom. I don’t want that. I want to write stories to get better at writing, I want to write about the boys because I crave more gay representation and quite frankly I am obsessed with Bakugou as a character and how much fun it is to write from a Tsundere mindset.

If other people happen to find my work and they like it too, then that’s so awesome! But the extent of my dedication to this blog is just that, my own dedication to something I love and something that brings me joy.

3.) The final reason that I think why I don’t get a lot of hate comments or hurtful asks is because I put a lot of pride and effort into my fics. When I write a piece of work that contains heavy levels of smut, I work really hard to make them realistic, to make the characters motives and emotions clear and concise, to showcase a healthy depiction of what it means to be sexually attracted to and/or engage in sexual activity with someone that a person cares very deeply about.

I see a lot of smut centered around the bnha fandom, and there’s nothing particularly wrong with that, in my opinion, but sometimes I do see things that I personally feel are a little tactless. They’re not handled well, or they promote toxic behaviors, or it really is incredibly self-indulgent and sometimes grossly ignorant.

However, just like with the hate that I sporadically receive in my Asks, it’s of my own personal belief that if I see something I don’t like or don’t agree with on the internet, then I simply do not engage with it. I don’t give it the attention that it so desperately wants to get out of people, I don’t give it a platform to grow on, I refuse to allow it to think that it has the upper hand anywhere in the situation.

I am entirely in control of the things that I promote on this blog, and I take that responsibility very seriously. It’s why I refuse to reblog art if it’s so obviously not being posted by the original artist (there are SEVERAL kiribaku blogs I have seen gaining popularity recently that simply post art from other artists without any credits or any permission). I have even seen several of my own mutuals reblogging art from those particular blogs, and so I find it incredibly important to be diligent in which accounts I reblog art from.

That being said - I’m not perfect. I’m a human being behind this account, a singular entity the runs the entirety of this blog, ever growing and learning and working every day to be better than I was the day before, and sometimes I make mistakes.

Sometimes I reblog stolen art, and need a follower to nudge me in my inbox and let me know that it’s stolen and where to find the original art, so that I can take the responsibility of deleting the stolen post and reblogging the original content to show support for the original artist. Sometimes I write something in a fic that (to me, from my own experiences) I might not consider to be harmful or inappropriate, but that might be damaging in a way that I may have never considered before because I had grown so used to receiving that kind of treatment myself that I fail to see its toxicity on my own, and so when people come to me with genuinely helpful constructive criticism, I feel it is my duty as a writer to be level-headed and humble enough to admit that perhaps what I have grown so accustomed to is just that - behavior I’ve simply grown accustomed to - and to then take a good hard look at that example and make a decision about whether I want to change it or not.

The important thing to remember is that we’re all entitled to our own opinions and feelings, but that we’re also individually responsible for the way that we react to these types of circumstances.

Becoming defensive, becoming enraged, becoming aggressive, becoming jaded - these things don’t do anything but make a situation worse.

That’s why I love Bakugou so. fucking. much. He IS all of those things. Defensive. Easy to anger. Inherently aggressive. And Horikoshi is teaching him through many trials and errors why those types of behaviors will be his inevitable downfall, why falling into the pit of ‘you hurt me, so I must hurt you back’ leads only to repeated failure and internal anguish, why you will forever be forced to run in place and can never continue to grow and move forward if you’re so busy ignoring the reality that we are all humans, that we are all flawed, that we all experience the same emotions, even if we don’t agree with them or think that they’re justified.

The reason I love Bakugou’s character so much is because he is so deeply flawed, he is told time and time again that he is the epitome of a villain, and yet he refuses to accept that. He refuses to believe that he is anything other than the greatest hero-to-be, and he’ll push his bruised ego and damaged pride aside time and time again to relearn what has already been so solidly ingrained into his being, to continuously be watching and listening and learning while still whole-heartedly remaining unabashedly true to himself, to know that he came to this amazing hero school and is being taught by these incredible heroes “not to learn what he can do, but to learn what he can’t do.”

So, to wrap up this entirely incoherent rambling mess of a response that you no doubt didn’t care to read about, I deal with hate the same way that I deal with everything else; circumstantially, and with as much empathy as I can possibly muster.

If it’s random hate just looking for attention and wanting to hurt, I refuse to give them a stable platform to stand on or an audience to be subjected to. I force them to go somewhere else, cause it’s no fun to hit someone over and over again who refuses to ever hit back. If it’s in regards to my fics, I think I work really hard to provide healthy representation work for this fandom, to showcase the characters in not only challenging situations but also how they can realistically overcome them, and to create an environment where love can be seen as just that, love.

Whether it’s with Bakugou and Kirishima learning how to recognize their own weaknesses and become better people because of them, or whether it’s with Bakugou and Hikaru discovering that experiencing love and relenting in trust doesn’t make them weak but in fact makes them infinitely stronger than they will ever consciously realize, the end result is always the same. I just want to share stories, hopefully ones with positive messages, that make people feel things and maybe might teach them a lesson or two along the way.

I hope this somewhat answered your question anon! Sorry it’s so long and jumbled but is anyone really surprised anymore? When you ask me a question like this, just know I am always going to go off on a long tangent :,D

If you’re ever experiencing a situation where you feel harassed or unsafe or you want advice on how to properly handle a situation, please feel free to reach out to me, and we can work together to try and come up with a mature, responsible solution!

Happy reading!! xx

#dealing with hate #there I go rambling again oops sorry ahaha #personal #asks

[a-little-slice-of-fandom]

In response to the Jane ask, I totally agree! Her song, as vague as it might be in the newer versions, is very much about emotional abuse and her realizing/reflecting on it. In the other versions this is arguably even clearer! Besides the list in the first verse, there’s a line in the student run version that always get me, in the second verse after “with out my son your love will disappear”. Usually in the lastest version it’s “I know it isn't fair, but I don't care”, which can be a sign of even tho she knows that he has hurt her at this point, her love will still be there for her son. But the student run it’s something like “you’ll let us fall apart, try to break my heart” which I think is much more powerful in showing more of her self awareness at what would happen to her. Also that opening monologue before about if she was really loved or just checked all the boxes on a list before she could make him angry, she knew that he would be willing to destroy her if she didn’t do as he wanted (Cause Anne wasn’t some death that would never happen again and that only happened cause Jane was there, he was to said to have threaten Jane with the same fate cause of the pilgrimage of grace incident (also well it did happened gain two queens later). Also just a slight unrelated thing, I can sorta understand why people blame Jane for Anne’s death but also not really. It was a whole campaign against Anne, and we only know that Jane was yeah trying to be queen due to influence from her family and others trying make sure she was but I don’t think it’s her fault Henry (and others) decided the best course of action would be to kill Anne. Though I am not a big Tudor researcher, this is only from multiple weeks and hours of searching and learning cause of curiosity and someone could fact check me but that’s what i interpreted the history as. Random rant over) Also the fact (and I’m pretty sure this is true in the newest version), she says “loved” most of the time. The past tense is important there, cause yeah maybe she did truly think she “loved” him. And he may have been the only one she ever “loved” but that cause she probably didn’t get a chance to love someone else (when Henry says it’s you, it’s you after all). This is just speculation though, I can’t assume what a 500 year old historical figure was truly feeling but a character in a show is different and ready for analysis. For that I say that maybe she did “love” him but it easily could have been out of fear or wanting to just deal with the cards dealt to her. But at the end she realizes where she wants her love to be directed towards, and that’s her son and in “Six” her new found family.

And fun fact about her part in “Six” (I kinda learned from something on tumblr but can’t remember who but either way here it is.) it’s 200% about the queens as her family, with her pun at the end being the main signifier of this. “You could perhaps call us the Tudor Von Trapps” is a reference to the Trapp Family Singers, an Austrian singing family (if you see the wiki for them, they are apparently the inspiration for sound of music, Neat!). So from that you would think “oh she’s talking about Henry and her kids with him having a band” but then she says “Just kidding! We’re called the Royalling Stones!”. A Rolling Stones references and they were made by friends forming a band, so that can be associated that the queens are said friends in this case but also part of family that has grown! Also Rolling Stones have a song called heart of stone, seriously this is the most clever joke Jane had during the show and it makes me, a pun/joke lover, very happy to see this be such a character trait that it’s in the damn description for her character for an auditioning sheet (check out Citadle Theather and Six the Musical in google, i think you’ll find it.)

Anyway sorry about this long ramble, it’s just that even though I totally can see how people view Jane as “weaker” in terms of some writing choices made, I still think there’s a lot to talk about with not just her current incarnation but also the other ones as well. I wish some changes werent made to her song, but she is a still strong character about the effects of emotional abuse and maternity. There’s nothing bad about talking about those things, your right that it doesn’t make her any less feminist. Anyway ramble over and I hope you have a lovely day :)

Hello hun!

Please don’t apologise for rambling! I’m always so interested in hearing other opinions on the queens and I love the opportunity to discuss any queen at any time! Frankly, I’m just impressed you got the whole essay into one message! Have they gotten rid of the character limit? Sorry, not relevant to the question.

(Also sorry for how long this took to answer! Uni happened sort of happened and I didn’t want to half ass my response to such a well thought out ask)

I adore the older versions of Heart of Stone, especially the student run version! I completely agree that Seymour feels so much more aware of her place in Henry’s life in the older versions. In the older version she knows she wasn’t Henry’s true love (even though she loved him) and she knows her worth is completely dependent on her ability to give Henry a son. She literally says “nothing lasts forever, I’ll fade away”. That is such a powerful statement and I wish that line was still in the song! I still think these themes are in the new version, but they’re nowhere near as explicit. Plus the character development in the student run feels much more explicit, with Seymour saying “soon I’ll have to go, I’ll never see you grow” instead of “him grow” in the new versions. She’s clearly speaking to Edward in the older version, so the last half of HOS in the old versions (at least in my eyes) is actually directly speaking to Edward and not Henry as many people think. I still think this is true for the new versions, illustrating Seymour’s character development as she breaks away from Henry and rather concentrates on her son, but again I don’t think it’s obvious in the new version. The older version just felt so much more powerful and I think it presented Seymour as much more as a victim than the newer version...which I argue is true! Seymour was as much of a victim as any other character in the show and I think she deserves more sympathy than the show gives her, and for as much as I love the newer versions of six, you can’t deny that Seymour is reduced to a joke for half of the show. The student version is such a genuine and earnest version of Seymour, and I can’t help but love her. It’s definitely a testament to the actresses from the student run that their characters are still on parr with professional versions of the show!

(Im so sorry I don’t feel like I’m adding anything to your analysis, but you’ve really summed up my feelings perfectly! )

Weirdly, I think that the student run and studio run play with the idea of having a “heart of stone” better than the modern version. I love the contrast between the material things that Henry can buy versus the natural world. Material things can fade, but the natural world (and Seymour’s love) transcends that. It’s a really nice use of juxtapostion in that song and I just don’t feel like the newer versions play with those images as much as the older version.

I do sort of get why they changed it (I think Seymour spends upwards of 10 just listing different objects, which is powerful in its own way but I do think audience members could get bored of those verses) but I wished they had still somehow managed to keep the theme that Seymour as explicit. I still think it’s there in the newer version of the song, but I don’t think it’s anywhere near as obvious as the older version. It would make HOS more like AYWD in a way, and that would be brilliant. Six shouldn’t be afraid to tackle different forms of abuse.

I personally can’t comment on the whole Anne Boleyn vs Jane Seymour thing because I just don’t know enough about the situation. However I don’t think any of the wives should be burdened with the blame of what happened to their predecessors. It wasn’t their fault.

Also I’d never thought of the tudor von trapps vs the royalling stones indicating that it was a found family rather than a blood family, but it’s actually such a neat little detail and I think it makes complete sense! I have always maintained that Seymour’s “family” doesn’t have to be related by blood. Found family is just as meanigful and as important as a bloof family, and Seymour finding her place with the other queens and calling them her family rather than Henry is very powerful in my opinion. I just don’t think the “my family’s grown” lime has to be as literal as people take it. Thanks for bringing that line to my attention though!

Seymour isn’t a “weak” character, both in term of the writing and in terms of character development. As much as I love the older versions of Seymour, I still like the new versions and appreciate that Toby and Lucy decided to allow Seymour to be a motherly character and have that be treated as an equally empowering thing as the other queens. Some women want to be mothers and that’s okay!

Anyway thank you so much for this ask my love! I really enjoyed thinking about Seymour (since she’s not a character I talk about a lot). Sorry again for taking so long to respond ❤️❤️❤️

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