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imherongraystairstrash · 3 years

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Find The Way Home (Part 2)

(Part 1)

~Later that night~

Thomas trudged into his house, letting the door click softly and locking it before hanging his boleadoras on the hook by the door—something he’d gotten so used to doing out of habit, it was practically a reflex—so that his parents knew whether he was home or not. He could feel his drowsiness deep in throat, threatening to become a yawn.

He hadn’t realized how tired he was, how little he’d slept these past weeks, until the adrenaline rush from the battle had suddenly come crashing down. Thomas walked past the drawing room and found his parents, laughing over something.

Both had taken off their gear and changed into something more comfortable. Sophie’s knees were bent over Gideon’s legs, their heads bent towards each other’s. Gideon seemed to have a photo album on his lap.

Shadowhunters didn’t take many pictures, because it wasn’t customary, so the book was rather small. Nevertheless, Thomas’ parents were flipping through slowly, stopping at every picture to point out the events of that year.

It would have seemed like an intimate moment, if Thomas didn’t know any better. His parents, no matter what, always wanted to spend time with their children. He knew his parents loved him and his sister so much that they would do anything to keep them safe. They always reminded him that they loved him, no matter what. He knew he could tell them he loved men, and that his parents would embrace that part of him, and tell him they loved him, but Thomas still had difficulties in telling them. There had been so many times that he had opened his mouth with full intentions of telling them, and then closing it again. His mouth couldn’t form the words, he couldn’t speak; it was as though his throat had become honey, and the words he wanted to say got stuck in it.

But now, he was too exhausted to even think about telling them anything. He was too exhausted to think. He leaned against the doorway and must have made a loud noise, because both Sophie and Gideon looked up.

Sophie smiled at him. “Your sister said she was off to bed, though I suspect she’s gone off to read or knit. I’m afraid she finds our company dull.”

“You’re not dull.” Thomas said, his words slurring together, unintentionally.

Sophie shook her head, shifting so that her feet rested on the floor. “You’re too kind. But, Thomas, darling, you look exhausted; you’re swaying on your feet. Come here before you fall.”

Normally, Thomas would have argued that he was fine, but tonight he was far too tired to do anything but trudge over to his parents and fall back onto the couch beside Sophie.

He rested his head on her shoulder. Sophie put an arm around him and kissed his head.

“He hasn’t slept well in a while, has he?” Gideon said.

“I’m afraid not.” Sophie said. “He might have to be carried off to bed.”

“I’m still awake, you know.” Thomas mumbled.

“Perhaps not for long,” Gideon said.

Thomas could feel Sophie snicker quietly. “We were just looking at the pictures we have of you and your sisters.”

“I remember that one.” Thomas said, pointing to one at the upper left hand corner. It was the three of them with their Lightwood cousins, Anna and Christopher. Barbara and Eugenia had twin toothy grins while Anna’s looked mischievous. Thomas and Kit were sitting on the ground in front of them, playing with the grass. Christopher had been moving, so he was a blur in the photograph. “Kit fell into the pond that day.”

Gideon burst out laughing. “How could I have forgotten about that?”

“And then Gabriel had to jump in after him because, naturally, Christopher couldn’t swim. And when he came back, dripping wet, Aunt took one look at him and said ‘it’s a bit late in summer to be going for a swim, is it not?’”

Sophie wiped her eyes from laughing too hard.

“Never a dull moment with your cousins.” Gideon said.

Thomas smiled and looked down at the photo album again.

“The day before this one, Eugenia was so angry that she threw Bab’s doll out the window and she cried for days.” Thomas felt his throat close a little bit at that one. The memory of his sister still made his throat close up.

“Those crazy girls.” Sophie said, rubbing circles into Thomas’ back. “Their shenanigans made me loose years of my life I will never get back.”

Suddenly, the telephone rang, which would have startled Thomas awake had he not been too tired for his body to react. Gideon got up. “I’ll get that.”

Thomas barely registered what Gideon said, now leaning heavily on Sophie’s shoulder. She slowly guided him to lay his head on her lap as she stroked his hair back.

“Was the mattress in The Sanctuary too small?” Sophie asked.

“It was fine.” Thomas said.

Sophie laughed. “You can tell me the truth. I won’t tell anybody.”

Thomas sighed and smiled sleepily. “It was a little bit too small.”

“A little bit too small by normal human standards or Tom standards?” Sophie said. Though his eyes were closed, he could hear the smile in her voice.

“My calves may have been on the floor.”

Sophie chuckled. “You’re too tall, darling.”

“I know.”

She bent down and kissed his cheek. Thomas liked his mother’s kisses. Her scar went from the tip of her mouth and stretched across her face. When she kept it at a neutral, her mouth was able to fully close, but when she pressed her lips forward to give a kiss, the corner pulled back slightly, which meant that Thomas could only really feel one side of her mouth. It was silly to describe, but it was distinct in a way that he could only associate it with his mother.

When he was younger, the boy his age would ask him what it was like to have a mother with such a hideous scar on her face. They always wanted to know if it ever scared him, which used to confuse Thomas. The scar was a part of his mother’s face; he never really thought much of it because it has always been there. He didn’t think it was hideous because he loved his mama and she won’t be his mother without her scar.

“Did you hit your head?” Sophie asked, feeling the small bump on his head, which was a little bit tender to the touch.

Thomas fought the urge to laugh. He had hit his head, but he didn’t want to tell his mother how. Even if she knew about Thomas and Alastair, he wouldn’t have wanted to tell her about about that, tell about. Things. Head. Alastair…

Thomas’ thoughts were turning into soup. He couldn’t concentrate on anything.

“Tom?”

“Hm,” he said softly.

He found it hard to remember where he was or what he had been doing as his eyes shut closed again, against his will.

“Sleep Thomas, darling.” Sophie said lightly. “I’ll make sure everything is alright.”

It’s like his body was waiting for permission to sleep because immediately after she said that, Thomas fell into a state of deep sleep.

He dreamt of nothing. Even his mind was too tired to conjure up a single thought. He just slept until he woke up again to hear his parent’s voices. His throat felt like honey, and he felt the urge to stretch his limbs, but he resisted it.

“Remind me again how we’ll kill the inquisitor?” Gideon was saying

“Slowly.” Sophie said calmly. Her calloused hands were still stroking Thomas’ hair and occasionally brushed his cheeks. They were so gentle he found it hard to believe that they were the same hands that fought off dozens of automatons at once. “And I’m sure we can get the rest of the family to join in as well.”

“There’s no doubt about that.” Gideon mumbled. “We can even get Henry to use his staff.”

“It’s been such a long time since I’d seen him fight. It brought me back to when I was younger. He and Charlotte would always patrol together.” Sophie said, sighing.

Thomas didn’t need to open his eyes to know she was resting her head on Gideon’s shoulder.

“Yes, I remember. Though I can’t say I heeded them much attention; I only remember scowling at my father. It’s strange how time goes by.”

Thomas never heard much about his Grandfather Benedict. Gideon didn’t like talking about his father, nor did Gabriel. Thomas was very familiar with the story of how they defeated him when he was a worm, but he knew little to nothing about Benedict when he was still human.

“Now that James is married, we have an extra family member.” Sophie said.

“We should get Alastair too, he fought well today. Like a part of the family.”

Thomas’ eyes flew open, which startled Sophie, causing her to jump in her seat.

“Goodness, Thomas. Did you have a nightmare?”

“No! I was just eager to wake up.”

Gideon and Sophie looked down at him with twin expressions of confusion and skepticism.

Thankfully, he was saved by the opening of the parlor. However, that relief was then masked with confusion when he was who came in.

“Aunt Cecily?” Thomas said, sitting up.

Gideon sat up, rigidly. “Is something wrong with Gabriel?”

“Oh, no. Heavens no.” Cecily said quickly.

Thomas swore he saw his father sigh in relief.

“I came here for something else.” Cecily looked a little bit breathless. “Lucie hasn’t stopped by here, by any chance, has she?”

“No,” Gideon said, standing up. “Why? What’s the matter, Cecy?”

“She’s gone.” Cecily said, pale.

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1-800-roflmao · 3 years

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Wash Day Delight Pt. 4

Rating: General Audiences

WARNINGS: None

Fandom: Undertale (Video Game)

Relationships: Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale) & Reader, Papyrus (Underfell) & Reader, Papyrus (FSG) & Reader, Papyrus (Swapfell) & Reader

Characters: Papyrus (Undertale), Reader, Edge (UF Pap), and Mentions of Other AU Skeletons

Additional Tags: Reader Is Not Frisk (Undertale), Reader Is Not Chara (Undertale), reader is poc, Reader has curly hair, Undertale Monsters on the Surface, Friendship, Wholesome, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I'm Bad At Summaries, Not Beta Read, Romance if you squint, Subtext, Let Papyrus be Sassy, Edge Is The Unwilling Dad Friend, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Humor, Slice of Life, Teasing Edge Is Fun, Papy is Best Boi

*Split this chapter into two. Will be posting both today. Morning thoughts and Papy has a great idea! Tried avoiding using y/n as much as I could, but had to this chapter.

PREVIOUS || FIRST || NEXT

She would say morning came too quickly, but in all honesty, this was technically her second time waking up that morning. Somehow, in spite of the tireless workout she had been put through the night before, she had woken up at the usual time right before her alarm--that was NOT set cause she turned that off with plans to sleep in today--would have gone off. She’d spared a single, groggy glance at her phone’s clock. The notifications lining the screen not even registering in her mind. No, she’d get her well earned sleep in had been and without further adieu, she had put the phone back down, rolled over, and snuggled back in for another few hours of sleep.

That had been earlier. Now, she blinked awake as light from the mid-morning sun sneaked through the slim openings of the curtains just behind her bed. Blearily, her eyes followed the rays path across her form, her bed, and eventually over the floor where it seemed to highlight her shed clothes along with the open bathroom. Right… she had forgotten to brush her teeth in her haste to sleep. Rolling her tongue and opening and closing her mouth, she winced as she felt her cheek move against the now very cold wet spot on her pillow. Well, at least that second round of sleep was apparently heavy and content.

“Eugth…” Not that it made waking up in your drool anymore pleasant. Trying to sit up resulted in even more groans as her muscles protested. Yup, there were those core muscles that had been oddly silent yesterday acting up today. Her arm she had tried to push up on had not been too much trouble, but her shoulder had twinged and she had gone back down. She had managed to at least roll on her back and away from the drool pool though. Positives. Focus on the positives. For a few moments, she just let herself completely relax into the mattress and pillows, just breathing--in and out, slow and even, again and again until all her tension dispersed.

“They really did me in,” she mumbled as she began to roll her wrists, “But I’ve got too much to get done to be lyin’ around here all day feelin’ miserable.” Too much considering her now very awake mind realized she had forgotten to wrap her hair, but thankfully she had splurged on satin sheets and pillowcases, so it shouldn’t be too bad. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, she didn’t get her wrap sweaty… “Still gonna wash it.” By now, she had started stretching and working her shoulders with careful, slow rolls and reaches. The more she moves, the more she’ll loosen up and actually be able to function. She just couldn’t overdue it.

As she moved onto her legs, she couldn’t stifle a little moan of discomfort as she lifted one limb at time to carefully draw her knee in towards her stomach before extending again. It took time, but eventually she was able to push herself up into a sitting position. Muscles in her back, abdomen, and surprising what felt like her butt that she hadn’t been aware of protested, but a few more deep breathes calmed them. Seeing her phone laying on the sheets near her, she guessed earlier that morning she hadn’t bothered to put the phone back where it went exactly, but current her was very thankful for her sleepy self’s carelessness.

Picking up the device, she decided to take a moment to rest before continuing her war against her body. Besides, she could remember that she had messages to reply to. Tapping the screen, she input her pattern and tapped on the messages app. The first one she opened was Coffee’s. “Oooh,” she cooed as she looked over the drawing once again with fresh eyes. Last night, she remembered thinking the hairstyle was cute, but now she could see the little details he included, like his choice of including a custom undercut design. Could her barber achieve that? She’d have to ask, but for now.

(to JavaBoi)

Flooffie: Good morning!

Flooffie: Sorry about not replying last night

Flooffie: This hairstyle is so cute

Flooffie: And the undercut design is SICK!

Flooffie: In a good way

Flooffie: I’d love to wear it, but I’ll have to check in with my barber about the undercut.

She waited a moment to see if he’d answer, but no little dots popped up so she guessed he was possibly still sleeping or he was busy. Most likely the former. Leaving that conversation, she sent a quick message to her barber asking how complicated a design he would be willing to do on an undercut. She hadn’t expected an answer, but no sooner had she went to click the back button, his answer popped up. His answer surmised that he had done more complicated pieces, but it all depends on the design. “Makes sense…” she mumbled before forwarding the doodle to him. It took him a moment longer to reply this time, but his answer had her beaming: “Sure, just get a better reference. Bigger too.”

(to JavaBoi)

Flooffie: I feel like I’m spamming you. Sorry!

Flooffie: But I got with my barber and he said he could do it

Flooffie: Just he needs a better ref

Flooffie: Could you draw it bigger?

Flooffie: I’ll treat you!

She included some pleading and heart emojis for good measure, even though she was sure he wouldn’t mind one bit. Moving on, she opened up a certain someone’s convo, eager to see how he reacted to her last text. A little laugh bubbled past her smile as she saw his reply, full of exclamation marks and a little pause between two of the replies.

(11:33 PM) Papaya: ….

(11:40 PM) Papaya: !!!!!!!

Papaya: TOUCHE! ALTHOUGH I HAD TO GOOGLE WHAT YOU HAD MEANT

Papaya: MY SKILLS AT PICKING UP THESE IDIOMS IS IMPROVING

Papaya: WHO CAME UP WITH THESE THINGS? WHY? WHY NOT JUST SAY WHAT YOU MEAN?!

(11:45 PM) Papaya: YOUR LACK OF RESPONSE MUST MEAN YOU HAVE FINALLY GONE TO BED

Papaya: GOOD

(12:01 AM) Papaya: SWEET DREAMS, (Y/N)

Her amusement at how Papyrus could continue a conversation with no one there was overshadowed by the warmth the last text brought. It was such a simple little thing. It’s not like he had even called her a pet name, but it still had her flushing and turning her face away from the phone like that would somehow ease the heat. Maybe it was because she could see the timestamp and knew he had taken the time to pick up the phone again after setting it down for a while just to send that message. Was it narcissistic to think she was his last thought before he fell asleep? “It’s too early to be this flustered!” she whined, the fingers of her free hand playing with ends of one of her braids, “All over a text that might not have any deeper meaning…”

After her little grumble, she did her best to ignore the sting the words brought. One more deep breath, she turned back to her phone and the texts, allowing a small smile. There was no sense in making herself miserable. It was still a dear friend thinking of her after all.

(to Papaya)

Flooffie: Morning Papi! Hope you had sweet dreams as well

Before she could start her next message, she saw those little dots pop up and chuckled. Of Course he was up already.

Papaya: GOOD MORNING!

Papaya: I DO NOT REMEMBER MY DREAMS, BUT I’M SURE THEY WERE GREAT!

Flooffie: Just like you, eh?

Papaya: OFCOURSE!

Papaya: UM… HOW ARE YOU FEELING THIS MORNING?

Papaya: NOT TOO SORE I HOPE

She snorted at that before replying.

Floofie: Like I got hit by a 18 wheeler in the fast lane and somehow survived to regret it.

Papaya: ….

Papaya: APOLOGIES

Papaya: BUT ARE YOU COMPARING YOUR PAIN TO GETTING HIT BY A SEMI?!

She could just feel his panic and knew he would start fretting through the text. She felt just a little guilty laughing at his reaction. Thankfully, it wasn’t too difficult to calm him down and assure him she was simply exaggerating. No, he didn’t need to take her to the hospital. No, he had not broken her. At Least as far as she knew he hadn’t.

Throughout, she had slowly worked her way to the edge of the bed and now sat with her legs hanging off. In between texts with Papyrus, he opened a few of the others. One was Edge checking in with a reminder that she shouldn’t over exert herself. She went to send a little thumbs up, but paused and instead juggled between two responses. Which would mess with him more? Biting her bottom lip, she finally settled on one and quickly sent it: “Yes, Daddy~”. Knowing Edge, he was up, but wouldn’t look at the message until he had a moment, so she closed the convo. She could see the damage later.

More puns and jokes which she graced with appropriate responses: groans at the especially bad ones and chuckles at the ones that were actually clever. She of course made her approval known with quick little texts and gifs; the bad ones received the same treatment. None of it was mean and to tell the truth, it only fanned the flames for these gremlins as she had learned. They seemed determined to dig up the worst puns they could manage. By the time, she finished replying, she had made it to the bathroom and was finally taking care of her dental hygiene.

Her phone now dinged instead of buzzing with each new text. Most of which were from Papyrus she assumed. Toothbrush in her mouth, she picked up her phone and opened the texting app again as she resumed brushing with her other hand. She had been correct. A line of texts from her friend popped up on the screen and they ranged from bringing up his question about idioms from last night to checking in that she was actually taking the time to rest. She thanked the stars that her phone wasn’t on the larger side as it allowed her to hold and type with one hand.

Flooffie: Decided to make today wash day since people are INSISTING I rest. Was due for one anyway.

Papaya: WASH DAY? YOU HAVE A DAY DEDICATED TO WASHING?

Papaya: I THOUGHT HUMANS PRUNE IF THEY ARE IN WATER TOO LONG?

She let him get out all his ponderings and ramblings, which took a good minute, before she finally jumped in. Although she’d love to convince him it was a secret, sacred holiday and ritual that humans have to partake in a few days a year for… reasons, she fought down her inner prankster and cursed Cash for his influence on her.

Flooffie: It’s nothing elaborate… kinda?

Flooffie: It’s just that people like me tend to have a lot of hair and it takes time to properly care for it.

Flooffie: So, we make a day of it. Chill and relax, pamper ourselves, etc

She was a bit surprised he hadn’t replied immediately and had actually finished with her dental routine by the time he finally texted back.

Papaya: SO IT IS A DAY DEDICATED TO YOUR HAIR?!

Oh, she hadn’t seen this much enthusiasm from him for her hair in a good bit. As his texts came through, she felt touched he wanted to learn more and she was happy to inform him, best she could over text anyway. There was another long pause in between his text. Just long enough for her to reach for her shower handle as she decided to finally take a shower and get started on her day. Her phone dinged and Papyrus changed all her plans.

Papaya: WHY DON’T YOU HAVE YOUR WASH DAY AT OUR HOUSE?!!

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jokertrap-ran · 3 years

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(未定事件簿) 莫弈 [剧情: 第2章] [Tears of Themis] Mo Yi Private Story Translations (Chapter 2-7)

*Tears of Themis Masterlist / Mo Yi’s Masterlist / Mobile Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Mo Yi’s Private Story tag is #Tears of a Personal Psychiatrist. *Chapter 1 can be viewed here!

Location: Mo's Mental Health Research Center

After confirming Li Yu's identity, Mo Yi rejected my request to continue taking part in the investigation.

MC: Why!?

MC: It wasn't easy for us to get this far, Dr. Mo! There's no way I can just give up on this so easily!

Mo Yi: …...

But Mo Yi only continued staring at me in silence, a thoughtful look on his face.

Mo Yi: ...Before we put this discussion on the table, please answer me this honestly: Have the PUAs come to you for revenge?

MC: Oh...No… They haven't; why do you ask…?

His sudden question caught me by surprise. I hurriedly avoided his eyes, pretending not to understand his question.

Mo Yi: I'm supposing that the "spam message" you received the other day was actually an SMS they'd sent as harassment.

Mo Yi: And recently, the actions that these people have been taking have been getting more and more aggressive; essentially having even affected your daily life to a certain extent.

Mo Yi: That's why you said they were "arrogant"; am I right?

MC: !!!

MC: ...Nothing gets past you after all.

I couldn’t help but to sigh, deciding to come clean about everything that I’d been hiding from him recently.

MC: Yeah. Some PUAs have been verbally harassing me with threats lately.

Mo Yi: When did this start?

MC: Probably not long after the “Anti-PUA” Club turned into a mutual aid group. Someone had suddenly added me as a friend one day.

MC: They asked if I was the Lawyer who’d helped Lin Yunyun, and I thought that they were also a fellow victim, so I replied in the affirmative; but in the end...

I couldn’t stop all the many different sorts of harassment messages that I’d received recently from popping back up in my mind at the thought of it.

Those messages, not fit to be shown to anyone at all, were always sent to my phone at fixed timings. There were countless, so many that I could never delete them all even if I tried. It gradually became a personal living hell of nightmares.

MC: There were only a few people who did it sporadically at first, so blacklisting and blocking them worked like a charm; but then the number of people doing it increased...

MC: Why do they always choose to bombard people during sleeping hours!? Don’t these people need sleep too!?

However, I’d failed to notice how Mo Yi’s face was twisting itself into an increasingly unsightly look at this moment in time.

Mo Yi: ...Why didn’t you tell me? How were you planning to put up with this alone, if I hadn’t asked today?

MC: Well… It wasn’t anything big at all. They only sent me a couple of unpleasant texts, and it didn’t really cause a big impact on me or anything like that.

MC: Anyway, let’s not talk about this anymore and get back on the topic of how to continue our investigation. I—

Mo Yi: I apologize, but my stand is still the same; it’ll be for the best if you don’t take part in the upcoming course of action.

MC: ……

Mo Yi: ……

That was how Mo Yi and I faced each other in a stand-off; neither of us saying anything, neither of us willing to back down.

The air came to a stand-still, the damning silence that would make anyone hold their breaths accompanied by the faint scent of “gunpowder”, as figurative sparks filled the air.

MC: Then, could you tell me a reason why I should not? I can’t give up on this just because you tell me to, Dr. Mo.

Mo Yi: ……

Mo Yi: I have three reasons for this.

Mo Yi: Firstly, although Li Yu’s story was created from one big patchwork, Wang Chen is still an experienced PUA, from what we can glimpse from the credible parts of her story.

Mo Yi: I cannot allow you to interact with him alone, considering how you’ve not received the relevant training.

Mo Yi: Secondly, although our actions have not been fully exposed yet, the fact that the other party retaliated against you means that they’ve already got their eye on you.

Mo Yi: If this goes any further, it will only escalate; and when the time comes, it won’t just be merely verbal words of threat.

Mo Yi: They will attempt to break through your psychological defenses from all angles, thus, endangering your very life itself.

Mo Yi: And lastly…

He placed the teacup in his hands down, his gaze dropping to my face, an inexplicable emotion within his golden orbs.

Mo Yi: Just what’s in your mind, as you do these things?

Mo Yi: Is it to uphold justice? To deter the other members of the PUA Group? Or is it to save all of the girls who’ve been harmed by it?

Mo Yi: Can you really do all of this?

Mo Yi: Even if we did settle this matter with Li Yu along with all the other people backing her, there’ll still be other PUA Groups in this world who lurk in the dark.

Mo Yi: They’ll continue hunting girls, and even go so far as to treat you as a right thorn in their side, using various methods to retaliate against you to no ends.

Mo Yi: And at the very end of it all, not only will you fail to protect others; You might also very well be unable to protect yourself.

Mo Yi: This fairness and justice you seek might not be able to see the light at all.

Mo Yi: Now, with all that considered; are you still willing to continue on?

He waited quietly for my answer after finishing.

He had a look of utter seriousness on his face, so focused he was. However, the corners of his eyes and his eyebrows still presented the same calm he’d always displayed. Hence, I couldn’t tell just what exactly was going through his head.

But none of these mattered anymore. I don’t even need to think to answer this question of his.

MC: Of course. Even so, I still wish to continue as usual.

Mo Yi: Why?

MC: You just asked me what’s in my mind as I do this, right? I’m actually not thinking of anything at all; no thoughts, head empty.

MC: I’ve never held onto any pipedreams, nor have I ever thought of using this PUA Group to go fight against the other PUAs.

MC: Granted, trying to rescue all the girls who’ve been victimized is an even bigger delusion.

MC: I’m only trying to do what I can as one, ordinary, Lawyer.

MC: That being said, there’s one thing that I know for certain. And that is that I cannot ignore the crimes that appear before me.

MC: I cannot allow the group that’s backing Li Yu to go scot-free, let alone allow them to challenge law and threaten justice as they so wish to.

Mo Yi: You...

MC: Secondly, you said that I “cannot protect others”; but there isn’t only just one fixed way of protection.

MC: Don't all the girls in Lin Yunyun's mutual aid group learn a lot about all sorts of things pertaining to PUA?

MC: All that's requires is for one of those girls to understand these through what I've done; so that they'll keep their guards up and watch out for these things.

MC: If so, then everything I've done up till today have already served some sort of purpose in protecting them.

MC: And lastly, about their cars if revenge…

I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes at the mere thought of those less than savory messages I'd received.

MC: I've already been prepared to face all sorts of people, who come up with all sorts of retaliation methods, since day one of being a Lawyer.

MC: But if really does come down to the point where it gets as serious as you've described, then that's when I'll wield the Law as my weapon and protect my own rights.

MC: The road to justice will always be a rocky one, but no one can stop me so long as I refuse to give up.

Mo Yi: ……

I blurted out everything that I had in my mind, even forgetting to check just what sort of expression Mo Yi currently wore.

It was only until I had regained my bearings that I looked back up at him. He was still looking at me with a serious look on his face, yet his eyes were like that of stormy seas.

Mo Yi: You… You’re really different from everyone else.

He suddenly laughed.

MC: What are you laughing about, Dr. Mo?

Mo Yi: Nothing. I’m just feeling slightly fortunate, and a little happy.

MC: Fortunate? Happy?

Mo Yi: Yes. Fortunate, that I chose to stay back then; and happy, because… I met you.

Mo Yi: You always never fail to surprise me.

MC: ……

He spoke slowly, but that didn't fail to impede the strength and impact that each word brought.

It was almost as if he had just conveyed some sort of inexplicable feeling to me through mere words. It was hot, yet full of possessiveness, almost engulfing me whole.

MC: Does this mean that… I can take part in the continuing investigations?

I hurriedly changed the subject upon seeing how the air around us was starting to turn increasingly warmer.

Mo Yi: Do I have any other reason to be denying you?

MC: Great! Then let’s hurry and get started!

MC: Do you need me to contact Wang Chen? Are we still going to be using our previous tactic?

Mo Yi: Don’t rush, for starters. I’ve got even better ideas.

☆⋅⋆…⋅─────────── ⋆⋅✾⋅⋆ ───────────⋅…⋆⋅☆

Previous Part: (Chapter 2-6) | Next Part: (Chapter 2-8)

#Tears of Themis #Mo Yi #Translations #Otome #Mihoyo #未定事件簿 #莫弈 #Private Story #Tears of a Personal Psychiatrist

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morgana-ren · 3 years

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I just read your latest shiggy piece and it was so good. I also saw your note at the end. Obviously do what’s best for you but I’m going to miss your writing lol. And if it’s not too personal, can I ask why you’re done with it? Are you falling out of interest with these characters? Of course you don’t have to answer and you’re valid no matter what. But thanks again for the great stories!!!

Thank you! I’m really happy you liked it!

So basically, there’s a few reasons I’m thinking of calling it quits, but most of it condenses down into my own self confidence issues and self esteem. I’ll put more under a cut cause frankly most people aren’t going to care about my self pitying tirade and I don’t wanna put some long ass thing they need to scroll past.

I’ve been writing fairly consistently for a few years now. I don’t always post everything I write but on average I usually write at least 5,000 words a week. That might not seem like much but those are during the weeks where I’m still working full time and taking care of shit like cooking and laundry and other adult responsibilities. My googledocs is completely full of my bullshit and half baked ideas, and so is my drafts and the notebook app on my phone. It’s been a very large part of my life.

Problem with that is that I don’t feel like I am where I should be as a writer despite it being such a large part of my life. I’m one of those exceedingly obnoxious people that doesn’t do things they’re not good at. I gave up guitar after two years because I got so frustrated of hearing myself suck. I don’t draw anymore because I hate my shitty work in comparison to other people’s amazing art. The same is starting to be said for my writing. It doesn’t make me feel good anymore. It just makes me feel bitter and frustrated.

I was able to ignore it for the past two years largely in part to the weird euphoria of finding characters I loved, but that’s quickly starting to wear off. The fandoms I write for are filled to the brink with amazing and talented authors, some of which have been writing for exponentially less time than I have, and already their work far surpasses mine. For some reason, it feels like my brain just is not wired to improve past a certain point, even if I make active efforts to do so.

Now don’t mistake that for me blaming other folks for anything, this has to do with me and me alone. A lot of it can be attributed to some of my illnesses and the fact I just flat out don’t like myself. I just feel like given how much time I spend doing this bullshit, I should be much, much better than I am. I essentially feel like I improved a little bit early on and ever since then, I’ve just been stagnating. My work doesn’t have the originality it did (if it ever did) and people don’t seem to enjoy it as much.

There’s a lot of incredible authors out there who write the same topics and characters that I do, and when my work is put up against theirs, mine is basically just scraping the bottom of the barrel. I’m essentially throwing out these stories that have already/could be done better by other people and I’m just taking up titles and ideas that could be used for better pieces or concepts that could be done better by anyone but myself.

I know that we all say “I write for myself” and for me, that’s true on a level. If I truly wrote only for myself, I wouldn’t be sharing it here on this platform or on Ao3. Sometimes when there’s a lack of positive feedback or any sort of acknowledgement at all, it feels like I’m just yelling obnoxiously into the void and cranking out this shit that no one wants and no one even asked for. I’m not entitled to people’s attention or time, and I don’t want to spam people’s tags or feeds with shit they have to roll their eyes and scroll past every few days when I post some bullshit no one really wants.

I guess it comes down to the voice in my head every time I write or get ready to post something that’s steadily getting louder that says “Why fucking bother? It fucking blows and so do you and you just wasted _ days doing something that fucking sucks.” It feels like I’m just wasting time that I should be using on something, anything else to write these stories that no one gives a fuck about.

And nobody fucking @ me with some shitty insult like “lmao youre so self pitying” or some shit because #1) I am aware. My mental state, especially right now, is not great. I’ll be self pitying if I want, and if you don’t like it? Unfollow/block button is free. And #2) This is something I do mostly for free. You are not paying me to do it, so your input means exactly nothing to me. Start paying my bills or for my medication and I’ll start giving a single fuck.

#Anonymous #Morgana whinings #literally

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bxcksdoll · 5 years

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Cured

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Set after civil war with Bucky in Wakanda. Bucky feels like he’s still in a dark place and Y/N wants to help him.

Request: Bucky barnes 39 60 , 76 Fluffy pleassseeee I'm a hoe for your writing!! Hope you dont mind if I spam with requests lol

Prompts: #39 - “I can’t do this on my own.” #60 - “You look like you could use a hug.” #76 - “You’re not alone.”

Warnings: a bit of sad! Bucky

A/N: thank you so much to @marvelschriss for the request!! and also plz spam me wth requests cause I love to write them :)))

He sat on the table alone, in the one of the Wakandan labs. Seeing him in white is different, almost strange. He looks so pure and innocent; but he feels far from it.

Popping your head around the corner, your heart beated fast in your chest.

“Hey,” you greet, walking into the room with ease when, in reality, your stomach is churning. “How are you feeling, Buck?”

For a couple of months, Bucky had been frozen; Shuri finally found a way to cure him from the monster Hydra put inside him. However, Bucky didn’t believe that. He’ll never believe that.

“The same,” he murmurs, looking into your eyes which caused your heart to beat harder.

“Have you talked to Steve yet?” you questioned, pretending not to already know. You knew that Steve had already been in to check up on Bucky but you didn’t want to intrude; you didn’t feel it was your place.

Within the last six months, you had developed rather large crush on James Buchanan Barnes. You were strangely aware of everything he did and everywhere he’d be.

“Yeah, he asked a lot of questions about how I was feeling,” Bucky sighed, breaking eye contact with you.

“What’s wrong, Buck?” you asked, scrunching up your eyebrows.

Bucky heard the genuine concern laced in your words and looked up at you, in a confused fashion.

“I just...I don’t believe that what Hyrda put inside of me is gone,” he lowly replied. “I keep getting told by the doctors, by Shuri, Steve but...I don’t believe it’s possible.”

You stepped closer to him, leaning on the bench he was sat up on.

“But it is gone, Bucky, you have to trust that it’s gone. Be thankful that you’re here now,” you replied, longing to place your hand on him but resisting through fear of scaring him off.

“It’s hard to trust anything anymore. It’s hard to live with what I’ve gone through,” he sighed, looking down. “But this trauma that I’ve experienced - what I will, most likely, continue to experience for years to come...I cant face it alone. I can’t do this on my own.”

You saw traces of tears welling in his eyes and finally placed your left hand on his knee.

“You’re not alone.” You responded with full confidence and he looked up at you, hope spreading across his features.

“I don’t deserve what you’ve done for me, Y/N. You and Steve are all I have; I’m so thankful for the two of you,” you gave a sad smile, placing his right hand onto yours.

Your heart leapt at his action and your cheeks slightly flushed. All you wanted to do now was wrap your arms around him in a tight hug and show him how much he meant to you.

“You’re wrong, Bucky,” you shook your head, unable to understand how this beautiful, damaged man couldn’t see how his actions weren’t his fault.

Bucky chuckled slightly, “I’m afraid I’m right. But thank you for sticking by me.”

“Of course, anything for you, Buck.”

After a moments silence you went with your feelings and overcame your logic, “you look like you could use a hug, Buck,” you smiled, questioningly.

He laughed, staring into your beautiful y/e/c eyes. “I would hug you, doll, but I only have one arm free.”

“I can manage with that,” you giggled and you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his muscular torso.

At first, he seemed quite taken aback - as if a woman hadn’t hugged him in over 70 years. Then, he relaxed into the embrace, securing an arm around your shoulders and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Thank you, Y/N,” you felt a smile against your hair and your heart warmed, secretly praising yourself for going to check up on him.

Tag list: @xmarveled

#marvel #avengers #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barned one shot #bucky barnes imagine #marvel x reader #marvel one shot

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marril96 · 5 years

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The Distance Between Us

Chapter 3: Drama, Drama, Drama

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Your friends don’t take the news too well.

Editor: @cherrypierowena

The Biggerson's diner was packed as usual, tables crowded with high schoolers munching on fast food and slurping their beverages. Being relatively close to the school, it was a popular hangout for students before and after (and sometimes during) class. The food and drinks were cheap but tasty, the staff was nice, and they were very liberal at serving alcohol without asking for ID.

In other words, it was a high schooler's wet dream.

You weren't a fan of crowds, but this was one place where you tolerated them. Mostly because Biggerson's had booths for privacy, and everyone pretty much minded their own business and ate their cheap fries in silence. Even Lucifer Shurley. Sometimes.

Today, your gang had claimed a place near the door, by the wide glass windows letting sunlight light up the diner. They waved you over as soon as they saw you walk in, and you were quick to claim your seat. Beside Crowley, as usual. The two of you always sat together.

Across from you were Sam and Castiel, both of whom kept shooting you curious looks.

Crowley, on the other hand, acted like everything was cool. Normal. Wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and grinned at the waitresses who ignored him. The usual.

Your phone was full of messages, all wondering what the hell happened, what principal Shurley wanted from you, what you did to get yourself sent to his office. Demanding you respond and explain this novelty. Wishing you luck. Hoping for the best outcome of whatever the hell was happening.

Crowley had only sent one, though, telling you to stick it to the man.

Your friends, ladies and gentlemen!

"Where's Dean?" you asked. Usually, he and Sam were attached at the hip. Where one went, the other followed.

Sam frowned, having not expected the question. "Practice."

Right. Of course. Jock stuff.

You shot Castiel a pointed look. "Where were you at lunch?"

He blushed as if his cheeks were on fire. The corners of your lips quirked up. Figured it was something like that.

"Meg and I were, um, hanging out. In the bathroom," he replied awkwardly.

You snorted. "Hanging out. Right."

Meg Masters was Castiel's girlfriend. She dressed up in jeans and leather jackets, rode a bike, smoked like a chimney, and had no filter. What she thought, she told you to your face. A blessing and a curse.

She used to hang around Lucifer, but then she met his younger brother, fell in love, and ditched him. Turned out, Lucifer didn't approve. And Meg wasn't a big fan of ultimatum.

She'd made the right choice. Lucifer and Castiel may have been brothers, but they were polar opposites. Castiel was a good person. Kind. Sweet. A tad awkward. Certainly not a shithead like his older brother who would have been out of high school had he not failed two grades in a row.

Third time was the charm, you supposed.

"Moving the furniture," Crowley commented snidely.

Sam and you laughed. Moving the furniture was a euphemism Meg had once used for sex, and it stuck. It was too good — too specific — not to.

"There is no furniture in bathrooms," Castiel said, flustered.

"Toilets count as furniture," you said.

"And toilet paper," Crowley added.

Castiel rolled his eyes, while Sam kept laughing. He wasn't too big on banter with anyone other than Dean.

"You gonna tell us why the principal wanted to see you?" he asked.

"You guys are relentless," you said, grunting dramatically. You held up your phone. "It's gonna take me hours to get rid of all the messages and missed calls."

"We're your friends," he said. "It's our job to spam you."

Fair enough.

"You didn't spam him" — you pointed at Castiel — "when he was moving toilets in the bathroom with Meg."

"We weren't moving toilets," Castiel muttered under his breath.

"Because we suspected where he was," Sam said. "He wasn't in trouble." His eyes widened. "Were you in trouble?"

"I wasn't in trouble," you replied.

Well, you kind of were.

Trouble was relative.

"How did you even know where I was?"

"Charlie heard your name being called."

Of course she did.

Charlie Bradbury was Sam and Dean's friend. A good girl who rarely got in trouble — or rather, caused trouble in a way that wouldn't get her caught.

"You boys are so desperate," Crowley commented.

Sam frowned. "You messaged her, too!"

"Once." Crowley held up a finger. "I sent her one message. Encouraging her."

"Right."

He turned to you. "What did my sister do this time? Do I want to know?"

"Surprisingly, nothing."

Sighing, you told them everything, from beginning to end, leaving no detail to yourself. They listened intently. Grimaced when the tutoring offer came in. Even more so when the two of you agreed to it.

Sam didn't seem too bothered, though. As a matter of fact, he seemed to be quite supportive of the idea.

Crowley made up for it by being horrified and appalled for them both.

"You're a bloody fool!"

"Thanks, Crowley," you snarked. "I really appreciate the support."

"Why am I friends with you?"

You rolled your eyes. Such a drama king, he was. You loved him, but god, he could be annoying when he wanted to.

"Our entire friendship was a lie!" he continued, upping the drama. A true Shakespearean actor. Ready for the stage. "I've been deceived into thinking you were smart. Turns out you're a dumbass like Moose and Squirrel."

Sam, the aforementioned Moose, sent him his signature bitch face that was a threat and disappointment all in one.

"Are you done?" you asked.

"No, I'm not bloody done! It's Rowena. Rowena."

His face flushed red as his sister's hair as he ranted, cheeks rosy like ripe tomatoes.

"I did say I'd prefer Sam," you reminded him.

He stared at you. Blinked once, twice, three times. Went over your words, allowed then to sink in.

Then, in the whiniest tone a posh teenage gentleman like him could conjure up, he said, "Rowena."

"Jesus, Crowley!" you said, frustrated.

It was far from an ideal situation, but come on!

"One time mother made her help me with homework — and it was all wrong! Made a bloody mockery of me!"

You couldn't say you blamed her. You loved Crowley, you really did, but he was a drama king. No, a drama queen, with a gold crown adorned with shiny diamonds that screamed, loud and clear, drama, drama, drama.

One thing the MacLeod siblings had in common, you supposed. Aside from their loathing for each other.

"She's not that bad," Sam said, earning another eye-roll from Crowley. He paid it no mind. "You'll see. Give her a chance."

What other choice did you have? You were stuck with her for the entire semester.

Maybe there was some merit to Sam's words. Maybe Rowena wasn't that bad. The two of them weren't friends for nothing.

You chased the thought away with a mocking internal sigh. She was Rowena MacLeod. Her and not-that-bad didn't belong in the same sentence. Sam was the kind of person who saw — or rather believed in — the good in everyone. Just because he thought it was there didn't make it true.

Rowena MacLeod was a terrible person. She wasn't capable of good. Hell, you doubted she was even capable of emotions other than disdain. She loved no one but herself. Cared for nothing but her own gain.

And now you were stuck with her.

"Bollocks," Crowley said, shaking you from your thoughts.

You turned to the direction he was facing, sighing when you saw Rowena and Lucifer enter the diner and look around in search of free seats. She avoided your eyes, the scowl in them, the displeasure, instead exchanging a smile and a small nod with Sam. Just a normal, casual greeting between friends. Yeah, right!

A couple had just gotten up to leave, and she and Lucifer rushed to claim their table. Rowena scoffed at the dirty plates and half-empty cups left behind. Her face was scrunched up in a way that would have been cute on anyone other than her, nose turned up. The perfect picture of disgust.

"Speak of the devil," you said.

"I'd say there's two of them," Crowley remarked.

You had to laugh. "True that."

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to see him until later," Castiel said.

He and his brother didn't get along.

"What'd he do this time?" you asked. There was always something with Lucifer. The guy had a penchant for trouble.

"He wanted to borrow my car this morning. I said no, so he tried to steal it. It was a very unpleasant situation."

You should have been surprised, but you weren't. At all. You were quite used to Lucifer's antics.

"Then Gabriel called him a very ugly name, and they got into a fight."

Another non-surprise.

Nothing surprised you anymore when it came to the Shurley siblings. They were even weirder than the MacLeods.

"Hit bloody sibling lottery, didn't we, Feathers?" Crowley commented.

Meg called Castiel Clarence, a reference to an angel from a movie, so Crowley started calling him Feathers. Because he was Crowley and he loved to call people by the nicknames he gave them.

Castiel didn't seem to mind it, though it did take a while for him to realize why Crowley was calling him that. Though, to be fair, it had taken him a while to get Meg's reference, too. He was socially awkward and quite illiterate when it came to pop culture. Poor, innocent soul.

"Lucky us," Castiel said.

Lucky you, too, for joining their little unfortunate family.

You could handle Rowena. You totally could. And you would.

After all, it was just a few hours. A few measly, incredibly dull hours a few times this semester.

It wasn't like you had to live with her.

*****

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incorrect-marauders · 5 years

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THE OWLS ARE IN! IT’S TIME FOR THE SURVEY RESULTS!

So, as many of our followers are probably aware, we recently did a survey to get a feel of what people thought of our blog. We got a total of 57 results and we are grateful to each and every one of you for taking the time to let us know your thoughts. Now, we’re here to share the general consensus of what people thought and how we will accommodate these opinions.

We’ll definitely have some changes to the blog, so read on to see what those changes are!

Before we begin, we have a few things to briefly mention.

The results are pretty scattered. We didn’t want to restrict anyone, so most were free response or included “Other”. In hindsight, there were a few questions that could have easily been multiple choice without really restricting anyone. (Side eyes the first question.) Therefore, most of these will just summarize the results we got. Occasionally drop the graph for the multiple choice questions.

Because of the large amount of responses we got, not every answer will be listed here. We highlighted the things that were either most commonly mentioned or had us thinking the most.

If anyone would like to see the full results for some reason (par the names, to keep anonymity), feel free to email us at [email protected] and we’ll send it over!

And yes, we are making changes to accommodate these results! That’s what this survey was all about!

We’ll be opening applications for new mods within the next couple days as well.

We’ll have a tiny hiatus as all of this is going on.

Now, we begin...

How long have you been following incorrect-marauders?

The most popular answer seemed to be around 2 months or 10 months. A lot of people filling out this survey seemed to either be relatively new or here since the beginning. Kudos to you incorrect-marauders veterans, and welcome newer followers!

How did you find incorrect-marauders?

Somewhat as we expected. Keep reblogging us, lovely people!

What do you love MOST about incorrect-marauders?

"It's funny.” (x50)

No really, we got 50 variations of “It’s funny,” “It’s hilarious,” “The humour,” “The funny text posts.”

Thanks, we appreciate it!

“How weirdly in character the quotes always are.”

(Similar variations include, “How actually accurate your post are,” “That not every post is as funny, imho, but that they do keep true to the characters,” “How much they fit the characters.”)

“They offer new content to the Marauders 'franchise' as it were because some stuff within the fandom is constantly being reused.”

“How correct it actually is if Joanne made it canon.”

“McGonagall with the marauders and that the sources are listed.”

“Accurate representation, variety of ships and relationships, isnt toxic.”

“Very funny and can be great art/writing prompts.”

“The taste.”

“EVERYTHING.”

These are all very nice, thank you all. Glad we hit where we were aiming.

What do you love LEAST about incorrect-marauders?

The most common response was, “Nothing,” or a variation thereof, but that’s no fun for this question, so here are some of the legitimate criticisms we received!

“Quote sources, I think, occasionally aren't there.”

Our original quotes often don’t have sources. But if there’s one where a mod forgot to credit a source, please just message us and one of the admins will fix that!

“There isn't a particularly nice aesthetic to the blog, e.g. a matching layout and profile picture or quote.”

Yeah, we’re working to fix that. I like pretty blogs too.

“Could be updated a little more.”

(”Not much posting in my opinion,” “Long time between posts.”)

Strangely enough, we got this a few times but our later poll about how often to post were contradicting this. So, unfortunately, we will not be adjusting this.

“I mean I would say that Peter is on it, but can’t really get rid of him...”

(Got a few of these, like, ”Peter being seen as a good person.”)

Sorry!

“Some are a bit too small.”

“I don’t like the long quotes.”

Well, then.

“Seeing my #notp but that isnt rly a minus?? Its called diversity so im not gonna hate or anything.”

Thank you for appreciating the diversity. We get occasional hate over it, but we also get hate over not posting some of the other ships. I suppose that’s what happens when you have lots of different followers of different opinions.

“If I send you a text post you credit the source in # but i'd like you to include a link to my tumblr in the post itself so people would actually find my tumblr. I doent send you text posts anymore, cause it doesn't really profit me and it feels like you get credit for my work.”

We’re sorry you feel that way. We always put it in the tags, just in front of the source. We are more of a mod-based blog rather than a submission-based blog. Anyone is welcome to submit, but about 98% of our posts are created by our mods.

“Sometimes I feel like the wrong characters were chosen or not well thought out.”

We can assure you our mods put a lot of thought into what characters to use, but you are welcome to message us with your own suggestion! (But please note that we are a Marauders blog; we got a few comments about how we don’t post enough Hinny or Romione, but that’s not what our blog is about.)

What makes incorrect-marauders stand out?

Once again, we got a lot about how funny we are, so we’ll skip over those and highlight the more unique answers!

"They don't use things from other people without credit.”

“The love and attention put in to everything.”

“Don't think there are any other blogs about marauders in this style.”

(We got this a few times. ”Like the type of blog and incorrect-marauders was the first one Harry potter themed I found,” also, “Its really funny and pretty much the only blog that just does this kind of post and i LOVE it.” But alternatively... “There are a lot of textpost blogs like it, but it is one of the only ones that I have found that consistently keeps characters in character in the posts and appeals to my sense of humor.”)

“I feel the quotes are in character and from multiple sources which Is cool.“

“How open it is.”

“The continuous content.”

“The posts arent so often that my dash is spammed like other blogs of the same nature.”

“Not sure but I like you.”

Not much to comment on these except we’re happy to see people think this about us!

How satisfied are you with the blog and the posts, in all?

So, you’re telling me, we opened a public, anonymous survey and not a single hater filled it out? Am I impressed or disappointed?

Please explain your response to the previous question.

“I just love the whole blog.”

“It's not my favourite blog ever ever which is why it's not a 10 but i still love it.”

“You guys are just so awesome! But it'd also be cool to have a little, meet the creator(s).”

“Its good but I don't have or want notifications on.”

“It’s the #qualitycontent i signed up for.”

"Always room for improvement, and also there's no 9 3/4 option.”

Awesome! We definitely agree that we can always improve, which is what this survey is for!

How often should we post?

We got a lot of variety here. Some say once a day (which is how often we currently post) was ideal. Others put stuff like...

“I wouldnt mind my entire blog just being filled with your posts.”

While Once A Day is the most voted for, the rest of the options put together, which we’ll name Two or More Times a Day, do win overall. Since we have one new post followed by a reblog, we’ll compromise by posting two times a day, but with one new post a day (the second being a reblog).

In UTC, what times do you prefer us posting?

As expected, not many people cared. But two people felt very strongly and voted for 12am, 1am, and 6pm UTC. So, we’ll consider that.

What characters, relationships, universes, etc. would you like to see more represented in our posts?

We got a lot of responses here, primarily being more Wolfstar, Jily, and BFFs James and Sirius. We also got a lot saying we should post about Hinny, Romione, next gen, FBAWTFT, etc. in which I remind you that this is a Marauders blog.

We also got the hilarious response that said we should maybe post about the “merauders”. Well, we can certainly promise you that.

We also got a lot of people saying more McGonagall. That’s something we can definitely do.

Would you like to see more original quotes from us?

For the longest time, the option 50/50 was at exactly 50%. Kind of disappointed that is no longer, but the 25% option is at 25%, so that’s something. Anyway, we’ll aim for 50/50.

What else would you like to see us post?

This was one of the results that will make the biggest change to the blog. People seem to really love these ideas. So expect...

Marauder Mondays! Every Monday we’ll have Marauder Monday, where we’ll answer asks, reblog posts, and have a party! Probably when we’ll post the “extra” posts, like our GIFs, graphics, aesthetics, videos, etc.

How would you feel if we did sponsored posts?

Combined, it seems like ~75% of those who took the survey are good with sponsored posts.

These results honestly surprised us. We’ve gotten a lot of offers of sponsorships in the past but have always denied them because we didn’t know how our followers would feel. We probably won’t do this in the near future, but it’s an option.

What kind of projects would you like to see us host?

We got so many people suggesting merch. Shirts, stickers, pins, other merch... So we’ll keep that in mind! We’d love some Marauders shirts ourselves.

“Projects that other blogs can get involved with to help other accounts grow.”

Noted!

“An art challenge maybe? like, 30 day challenge where you have to draw them as characters from movies/tv shows? like, friends, clueless, avengers, dc characters etc.“

Definitely interesting. Art challenges would be a lot of fun. Hopefully there’s an interest for this!

Which of our other accounts do you follow/would like to follow?

We’ll look into bringing on people to regularly post on other sites.

What device do you use to browse our blog most often (whether through Tumblr or our site)?

Why are we bothering with a redesign again? Oh, right. Personal vain.

How often do you visit the blogsite?

Those numbers are higher than expected...

What kind of things would you like to find on our blogsite?

“Character aesthetics.”

“Fanfiction links.”

“Marauders fan art would be cool.“

We’ll be working on this! Thank you for the suggestions!

More meet the creator(s) (if not comfortable with should, maybe just telling a funny story)

We got a lot of people saying they’d like to know more about us. We are anonymous, but this particular comment had us thinking. We’ll be implementing something in the near future. We will still remain anonymous, but we will have “blog identifies”, I suppose you could say. More info to come!

Other than show, character, and ship lists, what would you like to see in our navigation?

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jennifersylvesters · 5 years

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give a little - part two

Pairing: Chris Evans / Sebastian Stan x fem!reader Word Count: 3.6k~ Warning: swearing Prompt: fake dating ( @petalparker and @suncitydanvers writing challenge ) A/N: /whispers: yeet yoot. new part done. another couple to go. ( if i forgot to tag you, i’m so sorry! i’m in a loopy state at the moment ) hope y’all enjoy! as always, feedback is appreciated and loved!

You never thought much about the idea of having two boyfriends. After all you were fortunate enough to just have one. So nothing could’ve prepared you for the certain problems that arose when dealing with Sebastian and Chris.

It turned out that Chris was quite demanding when he wasn’t the center of attention. “I need you to come over.” “Do you remember which Mexican restaurant is my favorite? Not fake Chris’s, but mine? Lucy will expect you to know this.” “Can you tell fake Chris to stop bothering you so you can help me with something?” He wasn’t one for sharing, insisting he needed your utmost attention. Whether or not that was the truth wasn’t his concern. His demanding behavior was taking a toll on Sebastian whose patience was running thin.

“If he calls me “fake Chris” one more time, I swear I’m gonna knock him out” Sebastian threatened as the two of you walked to the parking garage one morning. He grumbled about Chris being an absolute jackass and how he couldn’t understand how you put up with his whining. You wondered how two grown men could act like complete children.

You sympathized with Seb reminding him that it wouldn’t be much longer dealing with this fake relationship. Just one coffee date and it would all be over. He wouldn’t be burdened with this mess anymore.

Unlike Chris, Sebastian wasn’t needy. In fact Sebastian complied with whatever you asked. Would he gel his hair back? Sure. Could he wear that dark brown leather jacket for the date? Okay. Did he mind coming over to discuss certain details Jake would expect Sebastian to know? No problem at all.

The only thing that bothered you were his constant reminders of the inevitability you would get caught.

“Don’t tell Jake, and we won’t get caught” you would irritatedly counter back. Sometimes he sat too high on his moral pedestal that you wanted to give him a swift kick off. But he offered you help in one of your weakest moments so you weren’t in a position to say anything. At least not yet.

Twenty-seven steps forward. Swivel on the heel. And start all over again.

“You alright there?” Glancing up you spotted Sebastian leaning against his apartment door with an amused smile.

You had been pacing back and forth in the hallway waiting for him. Smoothing down your skirt, you flashed him a tense grin. It was a tricky question. Technically you were alright. You were in good health and looked nice. You made sure to doll up knowing you were meeting Jake today. This time you were fully prepared for anything.

Except there was a sickening feeling in your stomach that something would inevitably go wrong. It gnawed away as you muttered that you were fine. Concern visibly read on your face as Seb burst into laughter.

“I’m not gonna mess this up for you” he promised.

The two of you walked side by side towards the designated cafe in nervous silence. A couple blocks before you reached your destination, you suddenly took hold of his hand.

He stopped walking and stared down at your interlocked hands.

“It’s for the date! Fake dating obviously! Erm, gotta hold hands before we get there so that this looks authentic, y’know?” you babbled.

Feeling rather embarrassed you began to let go of his hand when he gripped back.

“Makes sense. I just...It caught me off guard that’s all.”

You nodded at him and he mirrored your action.

It was clear the two of you needed to focus. You asked him to repeat your favorite drink and pastry, which he recited quickly. He gave your hand a squeeze as if to say “we got this”. You began walking once more - this time hand in hand - confident this could work. The two of you could totally fake this.

And at first it seemed plausible. The two of you greeted Jake in unison with ridiculously chipper smiles. Seb ordered for you and scooted his chair close as the three of you conversed. He slung his arm around your shoulder, laughing at all the right times while agreeing with anything you said. Yet the finer details began showing cracks.

As Jake offered his extra pastry to Sebastian, you shook your head and placed a hand out.

“Oh, Chris actually doesn’t like that” you stated patting your fake boyfriend’s knee.

“I, uh, actually really like blueberry scones” Sebastian mumbled under his breath.

“Wait, so that was...other?” you whispered so Jake couldn’t hear. Were you thinking of the actual Chris?

Sebastian nodded his head. Crap.

“Shoot. I must’ve confused Chris with...my...grandmother.” Sebastian pursed his lips, trying his best not to laugh at your improvisation.

“You mistake your fake boyfriend for your grandmother often?” he whispered in your ear. There was no way he would let you forget that.

“Didn’t your grandma pass away two years ago?” Jake tapped his chin as he recalled the event. So he couldn’t remember your best friend’s birthday party, but he could remember your grandmother’s passing? How convenient.

“Yes...But my other grandma...She’s alive…And she doesn’t like blueberry scones” you managed to piece together. Sebastian bit down concealing a smile that threatened to pop out. Neither of you were particularly good liars, which made this interaction all the more difficult.

Jake asked “Chris” what he did in his spare time and the other man rattled off various hobbies. The two of them found they both enjoyed hiking launching into a discussion of the best trails.

“Yeah, Y/N and I go hiking sometimes” Seb grinned causing your face to pale.

“Really? The last time I tried to do that, she was a wheezing mess when we finished. She told me that she’d rather have her foot sawed off than hike again” Jake raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Se-Chris and I only did it once” you quickly interjected.

“And she was very enthusiastic the whole time” Sebastian chirped.

You knew Sebastian was trying to make things better yet his additions only added to the cracks.

“Huh. That’s so funny. I tried seeing if she might give it a second chance at that path near Northview, and she told me she’d rather stab herself than hike again.” Fuck. Why was he fact checking so hard?

“Well, people do funny things for love” you replied, leaning into Seb. “Do not take me hiking” you hissed into his ear.

“Duly noted” he whispered back.

“What are you two lovebirds whispering about?” Jake forced a laugh as you both chimed it was nothing.

As the three of you continued chatting, you hadn’t noticed your best friend on the other side of the street waving in your direction. Tessa was about to shout your name when Sebastian pulled you close and whispered something in your ear. As you flirtatiously giggled in response, her jaw dropped. Who was this attractive man you were flirting with, and why wasn’t she informed about this sooner?

Despite her confrontational nature, she eyed the situation carefully. When she spotted Jake in the midst, she scowled. Something was definitely up.

Tessa decided she wouldn’t cause a scene. At least not today. She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of you and Sebastian. She would ask when the time was right. Lucky for you, the two of you had plans to meet up on Friday.

Tessa’s presence never even registered on your radar, more preoccupied with muddling through this sticky situation.

As the conversation steered towards your job, you shared a concerned glance with your fake boyfriend. The two of you never discussed your careers. Hopefully Sebastian would keep quiet and let you handle the matter.

“Actually the reason I wanted to meet with you is because of your job at SHIELD Enterprises” Jake cleared his throat, straightening up as he placed his hands on the table.

“As you know both of our companies are launching co-branding products at the end of the month.” You nodded. Of course you knew. Your work inbox was full of constant reminders for the “monumental” launch. It was becoming so irritating that you resorted to sending those emails to your spam file.

You eyed Jake as he spoke about how excited he was for this launch, how good this would be for both companies. You weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you and Sebastian or speaking for the sake of filling space. Either way you wanted him to get to the point.

“I know both of our job’s departments will be working on a couple things as they finalize the deal.” You tried your best to keep a composed face even though this news took you by surprise. Perhaps you should’ve read all the updates.

“I just didn’t want things to become uncomfortable or turn unprofessional if we have to work together. And I know we didn’t end things on a great note-” You grunted, unable to contain your disdain about the subject. “-But I’m glad that you’re happy with Chris.” Sebastian mustered up a smile as he squeezed your hand. “And I can’t wait to see you both at the gala in a couple weeks.”

Wait. What?

“What gala?” you asked, head perking up at this news.

“Oh, you know. They’re planning on throwing a gala to celebrate the success of the co-branding. Everyone’s going to the party at The Ritz. I assume you’re attending?”

“I...am” you choked out. Suddenly those spam emails seemed more necessary than ever.

“And I’m sure Chris here is accompanying you” Jake added. Sebastian stared at your horrified expression that he didn’t notice Jake calling him. “Chris? Chris, buddy? You’re going, right?”

It wasn’t until Jake nudged Sebastian that he finally snapped out of it. “Oh. Yes. Me. I’m Chris. Yes” he rambled trying to focus on what had been said.

“You’re of course joining us at the gala, right?” Jake watched him expectantly. Sebastian froze. Jake’s question completely caught him off guard. He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

“You wouldn’t let your girlfriend attend that soirée all by her lonesome, would you?” Despite Jake’s teasing tone, there was an underlying challenge presented. “Chris” wouldn’t just abandon his girlfriend at one of her biggest work events, right?

“...O-Of course not. I’ll, uh, be there” Sebastian finally stammered out.

“Great!” Jake drummed his hands on the table as you and Sebastian stayed frozen in position. “Coffee’s on me. Can’t wait to see you both” he winked as he placed a couple twenties on the table. He pushed back his chair and walked out of the cafe leaving you both in a daze.

“So…” Sebastian started, unable to find the right words.

“So…” you echoed, staring down at your coffee. The two of you had been so close to pulling this off yet Jake pulled the rug right under at last minute.

You both internally questioned what this meant now.

“Guess I’m gonna be “Chris” for a little longer?” he realized out loud. Hearing the words slip out, he bobbed his head up and down. He didn’t like the idea of playing pretend - especially if that meant being Chris Evans - but he was starting to accept this sad reality.

“Guess we’re still fake dating then” you concluded as you slowly nodded your head along in rhythm.

“I guess so.”

The two of you continued nodding your heads, just a pair of idiotic bobbleheads stuck faking a relationship for a little bit longer.

So maybe you weren’t too confident you could pull this off.

“Too high. That’s too high.”

Chris scoffed at your comment, moving his hands down slightly. “How about now?”

“Still kinda high.”

“If I move my hand any further down, it might as well rest on your ass” he pointed out. You glared as he took his hand off your side only to hold both hands in the air. “I’m just saying…”

You shook your head muttering how unbelievable he was. Wheeling the grocery cart down the bakery section, you reckoned you should’ve just stayed home.

In fact you originally planned on relaxing after a long day at work, but Chris had other plans. He insisted the two of you needed to make the relationship look believable by spending more time together.

When he invited you to grocery shop with him, you initially declined. You didn’t have money to freely spend just to hang out with a fake boyfriend. That changed when he said he would pay for your groceries. Not a bad toss up.

Except it turned out that Chris could be annoyingly bossy. As much as you wanted free groceries, you weren’t sure it was worth dealing with his attitude.

He was in the midst of figuring out how to make it seem like you two were a naturally loving couple instead of complete strangers. Yet whenever he touched you affectionately, you couldn’t help but jolt away or instantly freeze.

“Stop tensing up” he instructed as you whined that you were doing your best. His actions were far too intimate for someone you barely knew. Your suggestions of just an arm around your shoulder or even linking arms were vetoed immediately.

“That’s something I would do with my relatives. It has to be believable” he urged. You internally groaned as you rolled your eyes.

Every time he complained, you found yourself throwing something into the cart. Why not? He was paying after all. If he wanted to be annoying, two could play that game.

“I’m not made of money like Robert Downey Jr., y’know?” he reminded you after you tossed in two bags of Doritos.

You let out a snort. Despite knowing the logistical name of his job, you still weren’t sure what he actually did. “I’m not expecting you to be a tech billionaire, but you did say you were paying.”

“That’s when I didn’t think you were buying the whole store” he complained. Staring him dead in the eye, you swiped another bag of Doritos into the cart.

Chris rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around your waist. You stiffened at his touch prompting him to laugh. “Most women would kill for this. You know that, right?”

Taking in his features, you understood why women liked him. He had that all-American charm and was certifiably handsome. But you were finding out that beneath the dreamy smile was a man with a lot more bite than you initially expected.

He kept hold on your waist as you realized he wasn’t wrong. Perhaps it was a conceited notion but you saw the way others gushed and pined over Chris. Other women wanted that domestic lifestyle with him yet he would never even think about that possibility. You pointed out that you were in this situation because one woman in particular would legitimately kill for this.

“I’m gonna get murdered by her, aren’t I?” you worried out loud.

“I’ll start getting your funeral preparations ready. I’m sure one of these aisles has some flowers I can lay on your casket” he joked.

Meanwhile Tessa was doing grocery shopping of her own. As she debated whether she wanted carrots, broccoli, or to screw the healthy choices in general, she spotted you getting comfortable with Chris.

Her eyes widened witnessing him wrap his arms around you. He said something that must’ve been hilarious because you to burst into laughter. Tessa nearly toppled over the orange stand watching you flirt with another attractive man with such ease.

Taking out her phone, she snapped a couple of pics. The two of you had a lot to discuss this Friday.

Completely oblivious to your friend’s nearby presence, you gently shoved Chris away before turning back to the cart. He laid his head on your shoulders blowing a bit of air on the shell of your ear. Swatting him off, you began pushing the cart oblivious to Tessa rushing away. “You ever think that this Lucy situation might be a sign that you should settle down?” you questioned earning you a booming laugh.

“Absolutely not. If anything, it convinces me that I’d be stupid to do so.”

“Such an optimist.”

“I like to keep grounded in reality.”

“Then let me remind you that the reality is you have a stalker. And you probably should’ve reported her.” He laughed again and insisted you didn’t need to be so concerned. Chris never really worried seeing as he wasn’t on the receiving end of Lucy’s death glares. Lucky him. Kind of.

“Seriously, though. You really need to find a better girl” you advised.

“Too much work” he retorted tossing a box of cereal into the cart.

“Yet you’d put in the effort to have a fake girlfriend? Just imagine what you could get done if you actually tried.” Finding the box of protein bars on your shopping list, you placed it in the cart before wheeling around.

“You sound like my parents” he grunted, scratching the nape of his neck.

“Yes, that’s what every fake girlfriend likes to hear. She wants to know that she reminds you of your parents. God, that gets her all hot and bothered” you teased.

Chris gripped the cart near the handle, forcing you to stop moving. Had you gone too far?

Slowly he leaned in close making your heart beat quickly. With his serious manner, your mind went blank and got lost in those brilliantly blue eyes. His face was only inches away, his gaze never leaving yours.

He pulled away, revealing a can of pasta sauce in his hand. You turned your head realizing he grabbed the jar from behind you.

“Did that get you hot and bothered?” he cheekily asked with an eyebrow raised.

You scowled. Of course he was messing with you. Maybe men like Chris weren’t destined to settle down.

Grabbing the sauce from him, you put it in the cart before grabbing three more jars and two boxes of pasta. The only revenge you could do was to raise the bill. A cocky expression lingered on his face as he grinned at your flushed appearance.

“So it did?”

“Shut up, Chris.”

You typed away on your work keyboard, glancing at the clock every couple minutes. While you enjoyed Fridays, the anticipation for the weekend always made you antsy especially after lunch. The weekend was tangible but not in your grasp quite yet.

As five o’ clock rolled around, you quickly packed up and headed to your favorite cafe to meet up with your best friend. You hadn’t seen Tessa in a couple weeks so it was nice to finally catch up in person.

“Hey!” you threw your arms around Tessa, bringing her in for a tight hug.

The two of you settled into your seats before the waitress came by to take your order. Getting your usual, you asked Tessa how things were going. It was the typical response; everything was as good as they could be.

She watched you closely as the waitress set down glasses of water. “So...How are things with you?” she asked nonchalantly drumming her fingers across the table. You shrugged stating everything was relatively the same. The lie slipped out easier than you thought it would. While you didn’t like keeping secrets from her, the less people that knew about the circumstances the better.

“Are you seeing anyone?” she asked.

You hummed, bringing the cup to your mouth. “Not really” you played off casually.

“”Liar!” she shouted so loud causing you to choke. A couple people glanced your way but she paid no attention. Tessa yanked out her phone, smashing in her passcode before pulling up the photos of you with the two men.

You had two options: you could admit the truth or you could lie.For some reason you picked the latter. Trying to play it cool, you insisted that wasn’t you. “Th-That could be anyone” you nervously argued.

“Obviously that’s you” Tessa’s deadpan expression made it clear she wasn’t buying it. “You think I don’t know what my best friend looks like? Plus you’re wearing the skirt you borrowed from me two months ago with that coffee guy. I want that back by the way.”

You knew there was no point in denying any longer when she not only had proof but a tenacious attitude to back up her claims. So you admitted that you were in both those photos hoping she wouldn’t pry. Ever the optimistic thinking.

She stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue. There was no way she was dropping the matter without hearing a proper explanation. While she expected to hear that you were just getting back in the dating pool, her eyes widened at the elaborate schemes currently going on.

Tessa had you break down everything slowly so she could fully process the situation. She grimaced at the mention of Jake, sticking out her tongue in disgust. Even when you were dating, Tessa never liked him and made no effort to disguise her feelings. You ignored the her comment about how either men was an upgrade from your ex.

Once you finished, you looked fixedly at her waiting to hear her final thoughts.

“So you’re dating two men?” Tessa posited looking for clarity on the situation.

“Technically no” you answered slowly.

“Oh, so you’re…” she paused, raising her eyebrows with a smirk. With one hand, she held up her pointer finger. With the other, she made a small circle connecting her thumb to the other pointer finger. She proceeded gesture crudely in and out of the circle, causing your face to redden.

“No!” You swatted her hands as she giggled. “It’s not like that!” Your face heated up at the idea of doing anything sexual with either of them.

“I know there wasn’t much you could really do about the Chris situation, but you didn’t have to go that far with Sebastian.” You blinked, confused by her words. “You realize you could’ve just told Jake that “Chris” was sick, right?” You said nothing, letting this sink in.

She was right. There had been no reason to drag Sebastian this far along. It could’ve been a brief coffee meeting with a “see you at the mandatory meetings and then never again” ending. Perhaps both of you were absolute morons.

“So...Should I just attend the gala by myself then?” you wondered out loud.

“You could. But knowing Jake, he’ll probably give you grief about you being by yourself” Tessa pointed out. That sounded highly probable. You could imagine Jake acting sympathetic, He would shoot you “poor Y/N is all by herself” looks with his arm snaked around whatever hot chick he decided to bring that night.

“Honestly I think it’d be nice for you to have a bit of arm candy by your side. It’d probably drive Jake crazy. Plus it’d be a nice confidence boost” she suggested. You mulled the thought, figuring it would be a nice blow to Jake’s ego. “I’m sure both boys would look good in a tux. Well, whichever one you choose to bring to the gala” she added.

“Stop!” you smacked her arm.

With a tut and a shake of her head, she laughed “Y’all are messy.” She sipped her water as you heaved out a heavy breath. That was the understatement of the century.

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def-sol · 5 years

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22 Questons

I was tagged by @amazzjin and @countrysundae to do the 22 questions tag!

1 - Name: Ruby

2 - Nickname: Panda

3 - Star Sign: Gemini sun, Aquarius moon, Leo rising.

4 - Gender: Female.

5 - Sexuality: Bisexual as fuuuuck.

6 - Favorite colour: Black.

7 - Time Right Now: 12:50 PM prime procrastination time.

8 - Average Hours of Sleep: Can be anywhere from 4 - 11 hours

9 - The last thing I googled: Rising sign cause I can’t remember that stuff.

11 - Favorite Fictional Character: Vegeta, Bulma, Piccolo, Frieza (dragonball), literally all the characters from Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood, Sebastion, Undertaker, Snake (Black Butler), Illidan Stormrage, Arthas Menethil, Thrall, Khadgar, Vol’jin (WoW), Lara Croft, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Joker, Slade, Raven.

12 - What are you wearing right now: fluffy sleep pants that have moose and maple leaves (I know very Canadian), a green sleeveless hoodie and my white Cloud9 hoodie.

13 - Favourite Book: Arthas: Rise of the Lich King just because I finally finished it the other day. Also the Divergent series.

14 - Favourite Musician: (non kpop) Dir En Grey, The GazettE, Bon Iver, Blink 182, All Time Low, Jack White (and all his project bands), Blackbear, The Neighbourhood, Tash Sultana, The Stoplight Observations, Ninja Sex Party, J.Cole, Miguel, Tokio Hotel, The Dead South. I leave it at that cause I could keep going.

15 - Dream Job: Whatever will pay bills and allow me to live comfortably/travel/take care of my mom in the future without wanting to die or cause mental suffering. Something that helps people would be nice, or a touring musician.

16 - Number of followers: 85

17 - When did you create your account: October 27th 2016 (my og kpop blog was made in 2013)

18 - What do you post about: Kpop and the occasional dank meme.

19 - What made you get an account: I didn’t like my original kpop blog and wanted a fresh start, also didn’t want to spam my normal account (that I now hardly use anymore r.i.p)

20 - When did your blog reach its peak: Probably that one time I got 10 notes when I was screeching about WayV.

21 - Do you get asks on a daily basis: Nope.

22 - Why did you choose your url: I was deep in my Jaebum feels but also making a pun on Sol because it’s a music note and his producer alias is Defsoul.

Thank you for tagging meee! 💜 💜 💜

I tag: @miss-noo-na @sevenpeaches @dwtdmixtape @honeyedhoseok if any of you would like to do it! No pressure 💜

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flowerpowell · 6 years

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Second Chances (Drake x MC)

Part Three

(Can we take a second to appreciate that I had to ask my friend to find a video of Ben Barnes crying, then turn it into a gif in a decent quality and post it here?) Part 3 is here, I hope you’ll like it! As always, any feedback is much appreciated!!

PS. THE MAN ON THE GIF IS DRAKE WALKER SO YOU GET THE IDEA WHAT HAPPENS HERE

Credit goes to Pixelberry, I do not own the characters

Rating: PG-16 (ANGST ALERT!)

Word count: 1504

Tagging: @brightpinkpeppercorn @speedyoperarascalparty@agent-bossypants @museofbooks @jyreusser85 @journeytohomesworld @walkerduchess @confessionsofabrokegirl @catlady0911 @naginawsevif @furiousherringoperatortoad @walkerismychoice @blubutterflyy @eileendannie @sleepwalkingelite @mrsjaxmatsuo @beautifulobsessionforpink @bobasheebaby @3pawandme @fluffy-marshmallow-heart ♥

I had to edit some of the tags because some of them weren’t working, sorry for the spam!

@zeniamiii @museofbooks @damienazariostan @littlegreenmoo @katurrade @mysteli @butindeed @gardeningourmet @hopefulmoonobject @client327 @boneandfur @liam-rhys @damienswhore @mynameiskaylabella @delightfullypinkglitter @furiousherringoperatortoad @cynicalundercoverfangir @zigthetwig @laniquelovely @topsyturvy-dream @blackcatkita @damiensmatch @whatmcsaid ♥

“And then we had sex.”

Drake couldn’t take it anymore. He staggered back from Riley’s room into his own, collapsing on his bed. Whether she was joking (which he hoped was the case) or not, he couldn’t bear to listen about her and Liam. No matter what happened between these two, he never asked and never wanted to know. And even though they weren’t even that close that night, it hurt him to even imagine his fiancee and his best friend being so...close. Drake sniffed as his tears soaked into the pillows.

~~~~

“What’s wrong with Drake?” Riley asked confused after he got out. Liam only sighed in response, still trying to hide his red cheeks.

“It’s not every day when a man hears that his fiancee slept with his best friend,” Maxwell started. “But...but I’m not his fiancee! Please stop it, it’s not funny!” Riley raised her voice. She wasn’t amused anymore. It was getting...weird.

“Shh, Riley, you don’t remember now but you will soon. You two are engaged.” Hana tried to calm her friend down. It was too late. Riley started hyperventilating as she tried to reply. “I...am not... I...what about Liam? This...please, stop...not funny.” The machine registering Riley’s heart rate started beeping louder and faster causing the nurse to ask everyone to leave.

“What a mess,” Maxwell said looking through the window at the nurse trying to calm Riley down.

“Yeah...I hope she remembers Drake. The wedding is soon. And Drake must feel terrible.” Hana added. Liam cleared his throat, “I’m going to check on Drake. Please let me know when Riley’s allowed visitors again.” They both nodded as Liam headed to his friend’s room. Drake was lying on his back, his eyes red and swollen. Liam had never seen Drake crying before. He must love Riley so much.

“Hey, how are you holding up?” He asked softly, sitting on a chair next to the bed.

“Take a guess,” Drake snarled. Liam took a deep breath before continuing, “She will remember soon. Just give her more time.”

Suddenly, Drake sat up and narrowed his eyes at Liam. “Yeah? More time to talk about how in love with you she is? How many times you two fucked? Great, I can’t wait!”

Liam was taken aback from his friend’s outburst, but he quickly recomposed himself. “I’m sorry you had to hear that, I thought you knew,” he admitted. Drake sighed, “I never asked. I just assumed...nevermind. Just tell me, I need to be prepared, how many times...you know...how many more? Or just this one?”

“Drake...” Liam started but Drake cut in. “Please, I...I need to know. Now, before she tells me herself.”

Liam took a deep, and very slow, breath. “Two more times,” he whispered hoping Drake wouldn’t hear. Wishful thinking.

“Two more?? When?” Drake almost screamed. Two more. Two. T W O.

“Drake, it’s not important, she loves you, not me, please get some rest.” Liam stood up, smiled, and quickly left the room. It sure was hard for Drake to learn about it but it was just as hard for Liam to talk about it. As much as he was happy for his best friend, he still wasn’t over Riley. He noticed the door to her room was opened and she was there, alone. He counted to three and entered the room. Her face lit up when she saw him, smiling warmly at him. His heart started beating faster. She is so beautiful.

“How are you feeling?” he asked taking her hand in his. She squeezed it lightly. “Weird. Like I’m living in a dream, not reality,” she answered honestly. “Yeah, I know the feeling,” Liam said looking at her. “How is everyone? Since so much apparently changed? You’re the King now? Constantine must be proud,” she smiled.

“My father...he died. Quite recently, actually,” Liam answered, and Riley’s face fell.

“Oh my gosh, I had no idea, I’m sorry! Are you okay? How did this happen?”

“There was an attack on the palace. The second one though, and he was killed.”

Riley closed her eyes. So many things happened. Will she ever remember them? “Liam, I-I don’t know what happened that you didn’t choose me and propose that night but please, tell me the truth, am I really engaged to Drake? Have I ever been in love with him? Was I...happy?”

Liam looked at her eyes, full of hope and trust. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he stood up. “You two are engaged. I don’t know much about your relationship, it was a surprise for me too. That being said,” he bowed and walked to the door, “get some sleep. You’ll remember everything, I know this.”

“What if I don’t? What if I still like you?” she asked, her voice breaking.

“Goodnight Riley.”

~~~~

Riley was able to go home the next day, everything, except for her memory, was fine and the doctors didn’t see any necessity to keep her in the hospital. She was transported back to Valtoria, Liam helped to arrange everything so the press wouldn’t even notice. The doctors told everyone, however, not to shock her too much, but learning about her Duchy, and her being an actual duchess, gave her another panic attack, and thirty more minutes in the hospital.

The first day was the hardest, she was exploring her new home, she met Mara and made peace with the fact that Drake lives next door. She noticed he acted in a different way than the grumpy Drake she knew. It didn’t change the fact that she still didn’t have any feelings for him. She felt guilty for not being able to love Drake as much as she apparently used to. She saw his pained looks, the way he talked to her, but she couldn’t do much about it, she still didn’t remember.

Drake didn’t take it very well either. Since he promised himself not to touch whiskey for some time after the accident he caused, it was even worse. He didn’t want to talk to Liam, his friend seemed to avoid him anyway, Hana and Maxwell were busy with consoling Riley. The only person Drake could always come and talk to was, well, Riley.

On the fourth day since Riley came to Valtoria, he decided to finally talk to his fiancee. He sneaked into her room in the late evening and found her playing with her engagement ring. When she saw Drake entering her room, she smiled. “It’s very pretty,” she said montioning the ring.

“You said the same when I proposed,” Drake returned the smile.

“I wish I knew what it felt like,” Riley sighed, slipping the ring onto her finger. Drake sat down on a bed beside her. “You will.”

“What if I don’t? I remember you, I remember everyone, I even remembered Liam choosing Madeleine yesterday, yet I can’t remember I ever felt something to you.”

Drake closed his eyes and breathed deeply. “It takes time Riley. I believe you will remember choosing me, someday.”

“Are we really engaged? I mean, I know I have this ring and everything but it all seems like a cruel joke...on both you and me.”

Drake opened his eyes, “cruel?” He noticed Riley had already tears in her eyes.

“It hurts both you and me, you have to put up with me not loving you, and I have to put up with being in a relationship I don’t remember while still being in love with Liam!”

“You’re not in love with Liam! And you love me! You told me that so many times, you proved it to me in so many ways. We can still get married Brooks. Maybe you’ll just learn to love me again?” He said, trying to sound confident, when in reality everything she said was breaking his heart even more.

“But that’s the problem Drake!” she yelled with tears in her eyes, “I don’t remember loving you. I remember you being rude to me, I remember us talking about some not important things, but never, even for a second, did I remember any feelings towards you.”

“You’ll remember, Riley, please, you do love me! You said yes, we’re getting married, for fuck’s sake, you love me!” He yelled at her, angry tears rolling down his cheeks. Riley’s eyes widened as she got out of the bed. “I DO NOT!” she yelled back. Drake felt like he couldn’t breathe, the air was taken away from him when she--

“And maybe I never did. Maybe it was just dream. Maybe it wasn’t for real,” she whispered, more to herself than him, but Drake heard her every word. She looked at the ring and took it off. With shaking hands she put the ring in Drake’s palm, which started shaking too. “Riley...” his voice broke completely.

She shook her head, “I can’t marry you Drake. I don’t love you.”

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mini-pretzel · 5 years

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alright dude yea EVERY NUMBER FOR SWEETHEART ASKS

… what have i signed up for?

//cracks knuckles

grab a juice box, grab a snack.

we’ll be here for a while. what have i gotten myself into

1. Talk about your first love.

oh jesus. i actually recently found my old journal lol

from way back when. 2009 i think? i was 13 or some shit. jesus. ok. so my first love was actually over the internet.

yeah, i know. nowadays we’re spoiled with tinder n shit, but back in 2009, all we had was myspace and msn and i met this fucker on skype.

i was so ahead of my time.

anyway, it was october 25, 2009.

here’s a snippet from my journal entry:

well i met a guy on skype. he’s a month younger cause my b-day is on oct 14 and his is on nov 18. but i don’t mind it.

yoooo i was into younger guys even at 13, jfc hahhaa //kill me jk hmu

and then on the next page hahahhaa omg

december 2, 2009

well me and ___ are no longer together. well we never began. he broke my heart two times already. going in depression. please don’t bother. first love, ha!

omfg damn, two months. yeah, that lasted long. also old me: ur so dramatic lol

also i was a feisty lil fella, jeez.

2. What’s the most beautiful songs you’ve ever heard in your opinion?

this one

3. How’s your heart feeling right now?

a lil stressed. im like, hoping i can get through all of these questions without my computer crashing. pray 4 me.

4. What kind of self care is your favorite to do?

ok, first thing to note, i fucking love self care. like, too much if im honest.

baths with bubbles and nice smelling scents, lotions, a face mask, taking my time with washing my face and hair and putting on the cutest clothes after. also snacks, always snacks.

when im feeling like spending money: massage. full body. best thing ever. i treat myself to it at least once a year for my b-day.

5. What’s your skincare routine?

ok so i just got a new skincare line. it’s from nature republic. i have a cleanser, a toner and a moisturizer. it’s fairly simple (unlike 9 steps in korean ahhahha, but like i’ll probably get there in time) also i have a peel mask that smells like bananas that i put on twice a week to get rid of dead skin cells. oh and sometimes i do korean face masks, too.

6. How did you get to be so beautiful?

answered that q here

7. Do you have any stuffed animals?

NO! //hides them all away

8. Best trip you’ve ever been on?

thailand. my parents took me w/ them on their honeymoon.

lol idek why either. trust me.

i was just there for the swimming, riding elephants, getting food poisoning and downing two banana splits in one afternoon. good times.

9. Favorite thing about your room?

i live in a jungle. but also in an art gallery cause my mom buys paintings online and resells them, but it’s become such a habit for her they are literally EVERYWHEREE I CANNOT.

also sorry mom i keep forgetting to water the GAZILLION plants THAT YOU HAVE MOVED INTO MY ROOM FOR SOME REASON. they’ll be dead by the time ur home. srry ilyyyyy.

also tae hmu if u want some paintings. i got way too many.

10. Opinion on love?

dude. idk. i mean. it’s definitely not something one can describe easily or fully grasp.

im still waiting for my big love to come along, so like, we can talk about that when we get there.

otherwise, i’ll say this quote that i heard in a song:

give your heart, but keep your head.

11. Are you affectionate?

with certain people. im weird.

with some people im like no, don’t touch me pls. i bite and scratch.

and with others you cannot get them out of my death love grip.

12. Who do you look up to?

i look up to bts a lot. they’re doing a lot of good and they’re very respectable artists.

but i also look up to a lot of writers on here because i want to create worlds and writings like them. i won’t tag them cause rip them trying to find why i tagged them in this long ass post haha.

13. Favorite poet?

@psycho-slytherin

lol sorry bae

ur gonna have to scroll to find out why i tagged u. and then go red and yell at me. hahah.

i also like silentium! by Fyodor Tyutchev

also everything by pushkin (esp ‘i loved you’ fuck that one gets me every time). seriously. that man isn’t called the golden poet in our country for nothing.

i actually don’t read a lot of poetry nowadays unless its my own or my friends’

but im open to recommendations

14. Song that makes you happy? How about one that calms you down when you’re in a bad place?

answered here!

15. Do you play an instrument?

lol no. i was almost taught the piano (lol rip me, i wanna kill my younger lazy ass self) and i dabbled into learning the violin. but that’s like a whole story and a half hahahaha.

16. Do you do art? Using what (pencil, watercolor, etc)?

i used to pencil draw, nothing special tho. a lot of naked ppl lol. butts n boobs were my fave. also pecks whoo.

17. Do you dance? What style of dance?

i don’t! but i want to. i’ve been looking into dancing schools. i might do hip hop n stuff. see if i have the rhythm, i can’t tell from just jumping around my room lol

18. What’s your zodiac sign? Do you believe in astrology?

im a libra yo. diplomatic and indecisive af.

i kinda do? there’s some sense there, but it’s too vague. i think ppl need to look into their charts to really grasp their character.

and for some it may not be true at all, so like. idk. we’re all just doing our best here.

19. Favorite old film?

a russian film that i always watch over the new year. my mom would always joke that the new year doesn’t start till we watch it lol

the irony of fate

20. What’s your hairstyle?

idk

tell

21. What weather is the most beautiful, in your opinion?

cloudy but warm. so there’s not too much sun but u can enjoy a nice walk outside without getting rained on.

22. What upsets you most about the world?

i only have two hands but there are so many cats and dogs. i cannot pet all of them.

23. Are you in love right now?

answered ;)

24. Do you have a crush? If so, talk about them!

here u go

25. Do you have pets? Talk about something sweet about them!

i don’t! but i wish i did i would shower them with my love.

but @the-trth-untold dogs are the cutest and @psycho-slytherin cats make my day. pls spam meeeee. also i love @paristae cat too.

26. Do you have a lucky number?

yup. 22.

27. Have you ever wished on a star? What about on a fallen eyelash?

i’ve never seen a fallen star, so no.

but i’ve wished on a fallen eyelash, always.

28. Do you believe emoji spells to work?

emoji spells??

bruh i’ve never even heard of it till this ask wtf is that shit

bruh i mean if it works for ppl all power to them??? idk i never tried it

29. Do you believe in magic in general?

i believe in magic tricks. but magic died for me when santa stopped existing.

30. What’s the most beautiful thing in life, In your opinion?

here

31. Opinion on the color pink? What about baby blue?

gorgeous colors. i quite like mauve pink and deep dark blue tho.

but baby blue looks amazing on some folks. oof.

32. What instrumental sound is your favorite?

piano. always.

33. Do you like the sound of wind? What about the sound of rain?

answered :)

34. Who makes you happy?

bts and all of my mutuals

35. What makes you happy?

sleep, food, music, writing, cuddles. and forehead kisses.

also more listed here

36. Imagine your ideal life, the life you wish to make, what will that look like?

i live in a nice apartment. doesn’t have to be expensive, just nice and clean with wooden floors and spacious windows.

i have all the necessities that i need and im never lonely.

i have also touched countless hearts by my books and am able to live comfortably just from my works.

haha. you said ideal, right?

also have someone to spend it with. someone i’d write poetry about daily. a bestfriend first and foremost before a lover.

37. Do you wear makeup? If so what’s your favorite type of makeup or specific makeup product? Favorite store to buy makeup?

answered this fella here

38. Do you wear dresses? If so what’s your favorite dress you own?

i used to have dresses. but not anymore.

i liked the long sleeve sweater black one i had with a low cut. it was gorgeous. i dont have much of boobage but i always felt like i was sexy in it.

39. Ever been heartbroken? How do you deal with it?

yep. you just kind of take it one day at a time. some days will be better than the last. some days you’ll cry a little harder and some days you move on a little further. it takes time. make sure you have good people around you so you don’t fall into depression.

40. Who’s your closest friend? What do you love about them?

ah, to be honest i don’t have a closest friend. i’ve always been the kind of person that always had friends around her but never anyone too deep. and i kinda wish i did. i just don’t know who would come to fill that spot. people always leave, so i kind of gave up assigning that spot. i think the people that want to be in that spot will show themselves and tell me. otherwise i will not assume or assign.

41. Introvert or extrovert?

introvert. but i have my moments. i can be charming and friendly when i want to.

42. Do you like MBTI? What’s your MBTI?

i had to look it up cause i forgot what it was lol

i took the test a while back: im infp.

there’s not a lot of us, apparently. which is cool. shout out to all infps out there!

43. Would you be a fairy, a mermaid, a vampire, a siren, or an angel?

hmmm. what kind of fairy tho? lol

maybe vampire? idk i’d be a sexy immortal lady that’d bite innocent boys and girls that just want to have a good time lol

44. What’s the best song a friend has ever introduced to you?

this oneee

45. Parlez-vous français?

no~

46. Most beautiful place you’ve been to?

butchart gardens

47. Where/when do you truly feel at home?

here

48. Does smiling put you in a better mood? Try it right now, you’re smile is gorgeous!

kdjfalkfjdlkdsaf //hides

this ask is flirting with me…

well that’s as much action as im going to get this new years eve lol

49. Favorite shoe you own?

my sweet rose gold kicks, yo.

50. Can you walk in stilettos? Do you like them?

lol no. i cannot. and i do not. im not made for heels. im tall enough as it is.

51. Do you feel loved?

every time i talk to my mutuals yes //cry

52. How do you express love to those you care about?

by saying cute words and by clinging to them like a koala.

53. Favorite term(s) of endearment?

sweetheart, dear, idk im just like anything honestly. love, baby. go crazy.

i also love mean terms like idiot and stuff. or nicknames that hold inside jokes, something between the two of you only.

54. Most romantic thing someone’s ever done for you?

hasn’t happened yet. so yeah. any takers? lol

55. When is the happiest you’ve ever been?

reading a good book for the first time. or just experiencing something new that i end up loving for the first time. nothing can replace that first feeling.

56. Are you happy right now?

happy im almost done hahhahahahaa. ha.

no but srsly i am

57. What makes you smile?

stupid jokes. puns. someone laughing and showing themselves fully.

58. Do you laugh a lot?

i mean. i think so? i try. i make jokes a lot and laugh at myself if that counts?

59. What’s your favorite kind of aesthetic?

ughhhh comfy bf aestheticcc

60. Do you want to marry for love or for some other reason (like money)?

i have a sour view on marriage. so only if i love someone hard enough. but even then i don’t know if i’ll do it. it hurts too much to think about marriage and wedding rings for me.

61. What would your dream wedding look like? Do you want to get married?

see above.

62. Favorite flower?

orchid.

63. Favorite artist?

claude monet.

64. Favorite music artist?

bts lol

no surprises there.

65. How kind do you think you are? Is kindness important to you?

its not something for me to decide. i try to be kind to everyone, but how it is interpreted is different for everyone. i’d like to think i’m kind.

and yes, very important. especially being kind to yourself.

66. Ever made a playlist for someone?

yes i have. i love making playlists for people. i don’t get asked that enough.

67. Do you have anything you do to physically comfort you when your sad? Such as a favorite blanket? Or a relaxing bath?

music. music always helps. and tea.

ideally i’d love for someone to massage my scalp, but hahah no one’s been able to do it the right way. when it’s done right i melt and forget about everything.

68. Early bird or night owl?

night owl.

moonchild, lol

69. Morning routine?

wake up, look in the mirror, look away from the mirror, go back to bed.

70. Night routine?

SHOWER N NICE SMELLING LOTIONS. AND SKINCAREEEEEE OOOOF.

also fresh sheets.

71. What is the most lovely quality a person could have in your opinion?

answered here

72. Do you cry often? Does crying help you get the emotions out? Do you feel better after?

i only cry when i watch or read something. and it does help. i always feel better after. but i tend to keep my emotions hidden away, the negative ones at least.

73. Do you like hugs?

i love hugs. come hug me, bro.

u must smell nice tho.

74. When was the last time you kissed someone?

august.

75. Are you small or tall?

tall. 175cm.

76. Do you like wholesome memes?

answered

77. Favorite thing about the past?

cd players. chia pet commercials. flip phones. mom jeans.

78. Do you ever wonder about the future?

all the time. esp mine. i have no idea what the fuck im doing.

79. Have you ever lived in a different country than you currently live in?

yep. i’ve lived in america and canada before. and traveled a lot.

80. Do you like plane flights? Airports?

i don’t mind flying. and depends on the airport. some are better than others.

81. Sunrises or sunsets?

sunrises. every day is a new day~

82. The beach or a forest?

bitch- i mean beach. :)

83. What time of day do you tend to be in the best mood?

any time i am eating. or sleeping. or reading.

im so close to being done omg. this is fun tho.

84. Do you push yourself to act together and in a good mood even when you aren’t?

always. ain’t nobody gonna deal with that baggage lol

85. Favorite kind of tree?

japanese maple tree

86. Do you care about the health of the Earth?

i mean i don’t even care about my health that much tbh, i need to work on that.

87. What did you like most about your childhood, if anything?

that i got to travel and learned english very young.

88. Do you read a lot? What’s your favorite book?

answered here

89. What are you most nostalgic for at the moment?

old school disney

90. What’s your favorite personality trait you have?

answered this bad boi here

91. List at least ONE thing you love about your appearance.

eyes. have to work on my ass tho. squats baby.

92. When was the last time you truly felt calm, without much of anything to worry about?

after a massage.

93. Do you worry a lot?

eh, i worry enough, i suppose. there’s just some stuff you can’t control.

94. The dazzling lights of the city or the relaxing countryside?

dazzling lights of the city. especially in the evening. and in the winter. ahhhhh. someone hold my hand and walk with meeeeee.

95. Ever changed the shoelaces on one of your shoes? For what reason?

no i haven’t had that pleasure, lol

maybe next year

96. Favorite pastry?

BUTTER. CROISSANT.

97. Do you like doing little acts of kindness?

yes. uwu

98. How’s your day/night going?

well im finally done with this ask holy shit, and i need to resume writing my namjoon fic so… fantastic. i also have noodles. whoooo.

thank you for reading this whole damn mess of an ask.

ily

#ask #asks #the-trth-untold #klsfjflksa #omg i can't believe i did all of that #holy shit #lkdsjflkda #about #seriously

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the-fandom-crossroads · 5 years

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//Think you'll be okay with the new Tumblr Panic Issue, bud?

OOC: Gonna use this ask to say what I’m doing and what I think, then I’m probably not going to talk about it anymore on my blog. This is a themed rp blog I don’t like dragging discourse on it.

First thing I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE! If I drop this blog or go on hiatus it’s either because KH3 came out and I’m avoiding spoilers. Or way down the line I lose interest and move back to my old main blog. I would let you all know if that happened. I’m not leaving Tumblr because they decided to ban porn.

I assume you also want my opinion about all this. I think it’s a little late, like 5 years too late to try and hide the porn. I found Tumblr 5 almost 6 years ago when I was 14. Before I even had a blog. I had already seen food play fanart (it was more than that but that’s how i’m describing it.) on one of the blogs I was stocking at the time. That’s just part of Tumblr it’s always been part of Tumblr and minors have always seen it. If someone doesn’t want to see it they could always blacklist the tag. It’s why people always try to tag triggers.

Trying to police this stuff is what’s making a mess of the site. Get rid of the porn bots, please do that. But stop trying to police how people experience fandom. Let people choose to blacklist certain tags. Don’t force it on everyone. First, it was just an automatic block of certain tags if you were under 18. Now they are trying to block adults from those tags by flagging the tags altogether. Fanfiction.net tried to police lemons back in the day (yes it was lemons back then). It just led to people moving to AO3 and LiveJournal (until LJ decided to be stupid too.)

But Tumblr doesn’t have a good replacement to jump ship too. Yeah yeah, pillowfort I know. But it’s too new of a site to house all of Tumblr. I’m sorry but their server is just to small to handle a mass migration. Most of Tumblr users will probably stay right here, just like they did when Yahoo bought Tumblr. Everyone said they would leave, everyone signed the petitions. Yahoo still bought Tumblr, and all of us are still here.

Regardless, Tumblr staff’s actions are shady as fuck. We’ve had spam waves in random tags for years now. We’ve had porn blogs send us shady links over every private messaging service this site has set up. The new porn bots have been here for all of 2018 and they are just now trying to deal with them. . . By flagging real blogs posts??? It doesn’t make sense. Especially since they keep saying you won’t lose your blog if you have your posts flagged. Then what is the point? It’s not going to get rid of the porn bots leaving links on my posts. It’s just going to destroy real artists hours worth of work.

They aren’t doing it to get rid of the porn bots. They’re using it as an excuse to ban ns/w content. To “clean up” the site. Because it was removed from the Apple store, and because they want ad investors for a site that no one wants their ads on cause it has porn on it. You know the reason we have those joke shitty ass ads? Cause no one will pay for ad space. If the whole site is forced to be sfw then they can kill both birds with one stone.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the bot they have set up to flag things is buggy as hell. It’s flagging posts that don’t even have photos or gifs in them. Honestly, this post will probably be flagged. Because of that real people on Tumblr staff are being flooded with repeal requests. Hopeful this will show them that the bot and the ban are unstainable on such a big website. They can’t continue to police every single post we make. That or they fix the bot to flag actual porn, then we’ll just have to adjust. Maybe find a way to put ns/w fanart under a read more? But the post might still be flagged.

Regardless we can’t really know what will happen until Dec. 17 when the full ban happens. Right now everyone is just panicking and it’s not going to help anyone. They haven’t mentioned deleting blogs or even deleting posts with this ban. They are just making them not viewable to everyone else. Share other ways to contact you yeah but don’t completely delete your blog yet. If there’s some smutty fanart you really like on a blog that’s deactivated backlog it on your own computer or on the cloud. THIS DOESN’T MEAN REPOST OTHER ARTISTS WORK ON OTHER SITES!!! I don’t want to see people using this as an excuse to repost fanart. Save it for personal use/reference only.

To summarize, I’m not leaving. Tumblr isn’t doing this to get rid of the bots, but to make the site entirely sfw. They aren’t going to delete your blog on the 17th if you have flagged posts. And everyone should chill out for two seconds before deleting their blog. Oh, and PM me if you want my Discord I guess.

#ooc #and now I've said my piece #it's a long ass piece sorry #free to reblog if you want #stresslitzia

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