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bakubunny · 9 months

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bnha: saying, “thank you, daddy,” during sex

18+ content. mdni. minors & blank blogs will be blocked.

a/n: thank you so much for 200+ followers! i ended the poll just a tad early because i’ve got a busy day. i hope you all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it, and i’ll see you with the next piece! 💜 bunny

tags: aged up characters, multiple orgasms, begging, verbal teasing, pleasure dom!eijirou, pregnancy mention (izuku), breeding kink mention, rough sex, daddy kink (obvs), mommy kink mention, name calling: slut, pet names, implied sexual trauma mention (shouto)

small note that none of these were written to have massive age gaps, but read them however you like. :)

yagi. do i really need to explain this one? (again?) fine, fine. he’d never really thought about it until you called him “daddy” once out of the blue in a non-sexual way; now he can’t stop fisting his cock to thoughts of hearing your sweet voice moaning “daddy” over and over while you grasp tightly to him until neither of you can think. sure, he’s very vanilla, but that doesn’t mean your sex life is lacking or that he’s not willing to try new things. the first time you whimper a soft, “thank you, daddy,” while looking him in the eyes in the middle of it, he’s surprised and blushes hard, but he loves it. he kisses you tenderly and fucks you hard but sweetly. yagi aches to take care of you in the sweetest ways in every aspect of life. he’s lived a hard life and carried the world on his shoulders for decades. let the man live and love him deeply, feed that desire. he deserves rest, and your tender, shaky, soft voice can give him that.

shota. hooo boy. buckle up, you’re in for a man you’ve never seen before. he grabs you hard by the hair or the face and makes you look at him. he has a look in his eyes that strikes fear into you and makes you melt at the same time. “that’s fucking right, babygirl, you thank daddy when he fucks you. say it again." his hands grip tighter and are rougher and stronger than you expected. i hope you’re ready for multiple rounds, being sore the next day, and possibly a red ass and a few bruises. may or may not have a breeding kink that suddenly rears its head if you try this (i’m undecided).

hizashi. it’s like he was expecting it, and not in a, “yeah, you better thank me,” kind of way. a switch flips, and you realize that he’s been waiting for you to get on his level the whole time because he’s been trying to draw this out of you for months without saying it. he might seem aloof sometimes, but you know he’s got great social and emotional intelligence. it’s almost like he knew “daddy” was on the tip of your tongue from the first time he laid eyes on you, but he’s surprisingly patient and will wait until you call him that first before making it a regular thing. you finally let, “thank you, daddy,” slip out during sex? he’s caressing your face saying, “there she is, that’s my sweet girl. say it again, love…. such a good little listener.” next thing you know he’s adding little notes like, “Daddy loves you ;)” to the lunch you left in the fridge for the next day, and you’re blushing at work, trying to hide it from your coworkers unless you eat alone.

eijiro. if you say that in general, he gets a lot rougher, but his praises and encouragement get sweeter (for the most part). i’d say eijiro either gets more desperate, much like i wrote here, or it pulls that dominant streak out of him with a vengeance, so watch out. he’s not necessarily a daddy, but say you try this on pleasure dom!eijiro? you’re in for a fucking trip if you utter the words, “thank you, daddy.” with the help of toys he’s gonna have you cumming more times than you thought possible - well into double digits - and make you thank him every single time. “c’mon, pretty girl, just one more for me, hmm?… that’s my good girl. you can do it…. i know, it feels so good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” meanwhile, the most you can give him by the end of it is a string of moans with a nod or a head shake if you’re lucky.

izuku somehow becomes needier and more dominant while also turning into a damn puddle. he’s might just wind up thanking you while fucking you harder because he didn’t realize how much he’d love hearing that come out of your mouth. “oh fuck, angel, you’re so sweet to me. daddy loves you so much.” he will probably fuck you stupid every day for at least a week just to hear you say it again. assuming you’re well into your relationship and have discussed kids, be prepared for him to softly mumble in your ear. “daddy’s gonna make you a mommy someday. you wanna be a mommy for me, princess? you’ll look so fucking gorgeous, baby. i can’t wait,” because izuku is a family man to the core. there’s no way he’s not thinking about you barefoot, pregnant, and bent over the kitchen counter if you call him daddy in any context.

hitoshi is going to tease the shit out of you for it in bed and out. “what’s that, slut? i didn’t quite hear you…. ‘thank you, daddy?’” he chuckles and wraps a hand around your neck, his violet eyes glimmering. his voice is soft and a little condescending as he leans in. “thank you is fucking right, kitten. say it again…. louder, slut. daddy wants to hear you,” hitoshi taunts with a grin. “it’s a good thing you’re cute when you thank me.”

shoto. oh, honey. please do both of you a favor, and gently ask him first. he’s got so much trauma around his actual shithead of a father that pulling smth like this without forewarning has a chance of not only killing the mood, but sending shoto into a tailspin for weeks wondering if he’s anything like enji in bed. and i don’t need to explain why that would terrify him, do i? if he wants to try it, it would likely happen while you’re riding him or maybe giving him a top tier blowjob; let him experience how enthusiastically you want him when you let those words fall out, and he might get hooked. be prepared, though. if it goes well, he may grab your hips/head and fuck you relentlessly. if it doesn’t, there may be a lot of quiet snuggling and consoling him for several days that, unequivocally, yes, he makes you feel so loved, and you truly enjoy every intimate moment you have with him. it wouldn’t hurt to remind him of that even if he ends up loving it. however, talk to him in just the right way and treat him so very well like the sweetheart he is tho? “thank you, mommy,” (or some other title) may slip out of his mouth, let’s be honest.

tenya is very confused. i’m so sorry lmao. there’s going to be an awkward conversation mid-sex. once you explain the appeal to him, he’ll probably be on board to try it again and initiate the next time you fuck. “thank me when i fuck you, baby. let me hear it.” warning: there’s a slight chance he’ll develop a breeding kink if you keep this up.

denki is kind of blindsided but he’s not mad about it. he never thought he’d hear that from you because he’s so much leaner and goofier and softer than his friends. he’s more than okay with that, but in his mind that doesn’t equate to “daddy.” hearing those words on your lips, the look on your pretty face, and the way your tits move while he’s fucking you does him in, to be honest. he’s moaning and loses himself a little bit. he asks you to say it again maybe once or twice, making sure you orgasm before he blows because he’s going to cum the next time you say it.

fumikage. is it possible for him to somehow become even more tender and loving while absolutely destroying your cunt with a hand wrapped firmly around your throat? you’re not sure, but you’re about to find out. dark shadow wraps the two of you up inside themself, intensifying the intimacy of the moment. “again, darling…. you are so precious to me. nothing compares to your sweet voice.” daddy kink may or may not be his thing; he’s still figuring that out. what he does know is that he loved the intimacy and vulnerability of that moment with you, and he needs more of it. if he hasn’t realized it yet, he may come to the conclusion that a D/s dynamic is the way to find what he’s looking for.

katsuki is a bit of a wild card. every time, he’s either going to melt on the spot or fuck you into another realm of existence. or both. you are far from the first to have said this spontaneously (he looks like a model, he’s strong as hell, and he’s one of the top pro heroes, what do you expect?), but katsuki is pretty damn sure you’ll be the last. first time: maybe one day he’s fucking you hard. you can’t explain it, but something about whatever he’s doing or the way he looks at you makes you want to beg to cum. so you get achingly close, and you do. “please, can i cum, kats? please? i need your cock so fucking bad, please.” he’s thrown off for a split second until he sees your needy, fucked out face. you ask again, and then he’s right there with you. “yes, cum for me, baby.” a rush crashes over your body and the words slip out before you can stop them, just before you cum. “thank you, daddy.” and you cum hard. it’s not long until he’s groaning into your skin about you being “such a good fucking girl” as he fills you.

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sungbeam · 1 year

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motorcycle racer!ji changmin x gn!reader

1.4k words, flirting, changmin is wearing a leather jacket and aviators and dog tags (swoons), he calls u sweetheart ofc

a/n: at this point, i might as well just keep on going — btw, i recommend reading "rush" before this so the plot is put into context, but if u don't that's cool too

You had never seen Ji Changmin in the daylight before.

You had been summoned down to the front of your apartment complex by his text message, informing you that your car was waiting outside. Instead of seeing only your beloved, hand-me-down sedan, you found yourself gazing upon the very thing mentioned beforehand: Ji Changmin, in all his glory.

He was leaning up against the side of your car with his hands tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket, a garment riddled with pretty patches of art and emblems you'd like to take a closer look at. His dark hair was swept back slightly, just enough to be out of his face. He wore a pair of dark aviators over his eyes, and your keen eyes caught the dog tags hanging from the chain around his neck.

He grinned at the sight of you, his tongue caught between his teeth. The dimples were throwing you off immensely.

"Well?" He said in greeting, throwing his arms out open wide in a vague gesture. "Told you, you could trust me."

You made your way down the stairs toward him and your sandaled feet slapped against the concrete. You laughed under your breath, a little disbelieving. "I have to admit: I didn't think you could drive cars, Ji."

Changmin's mouth pressed into a smile then, taking a step toward you until the two of you stood face to face on the sidewalk. "Just one of my many charms, sweetheart."

You braided your arms over your chest. "Well, uh, for what it's worth—thanks for bringing my car back safe and sound." You made a show of peering around him at the vehicle. "At least, I hope it's all sound."

He snorted. "You're talking to the city's resident mechanic, Yn. It's as sound as sound can be."

"Ah, so you're a mechanic now?"

"I always have been." He leaned forward slightly, and you saw his eyes over the rim of his glasses, just as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. "If you want, we can take it out for a spin and maybe you can learn a few more of my many talents."

You tilted your head to the side. Your thundering heart was making it difficult to think, or maybe that was just Changmin. This man was definitely keeping you on your toes. "I think some things are better left to the imagination."

Even with the aviators, you saw surprise flash over his features, and satisfaction purred in your chest. It felt good to elicit that kind of reaction from him.

You shifted your gaze to movement in your periphery to watch as one of your neighbors pulled into the lot down the block. The thought suddenly occurred to you that if Changmin had your car dropped off here, he might not actually have a way back to wherever his residence was, unless the walk wasn't far.

Maybe you were about to take your car out for a spin after all.

You sighed, facing Changmin again. He was still waiting for you. "Let me grab my wallet," you exhaled, already turning on your heel to head into the complex.

His laugh followed you all the way in.

You had to adjust the driver's seat when you got into your car. Changmin was already settled in the passenger side, seat belt strapped over his chest and aviators propped up on his head. The keys were left dangling in the ignition for you, and he had even gone so far as to roll down his window and let the radio start playing.

"You've made yourself at home," you noted as you sat up straight and quickly checked your mirrors.

You stole a glance over at him at the same time as he did for you.

He looked like he had too much room over there with his legs spread like that. "It's not every day that I get chauffeured. Usually it's the other way 'round. Pull out onto the main street and make a left," he instructed.

"Yes, sir," you muttered under your breath as you followed his words, glancing over your shoulder as you turned out of the neighborhood and onto the bustling main intersection.

Changmin tongued his cheek to keep from smiling.

As you sped along the main road with the rest of traffic, you said, "For some reason, you feel very nocturnal to me."

He chuckled. "Why? Because races are at night?"

You lifted a shoulder half-heartedly. "I mean, yeah. I haven't seen you or associated you in any other context besides that. And maybe as Chanhee's weird friend—"

Changmin shot you a look. "I'm the weird one? Have you seen that man play Cool Math Games when he's bored?"

You guffawed aloud, and Changmin's mouth widened into a grin at the sound. "Do I keep going straight, or where do I turn?"

"Oh, keep going for two more intersections and then make a right into the first alleyway." He peered out his window for a second to watch the pedestrians and other cars on his side. "Again, not really sure what gave you the impression that I'm the weird one."

The smile on your face just wouldn't go away. But this time, you didn't have Changmin's helmet to hide it.

You heeded Changmin's instructions and followed the road past two more intersections, then signaled to turn into the first alleyway. The alley led you into the back parking lot of what you assumed connected to the street of shops facing the main road. Changmin pointed toward an opened garage door like the yawning jaws of a cavern just down the block, and you carefully swung your car into park along the curb across from it.

Changmin unbuckled his seatbelt and popped his door open. "My bike's inside," he said, as if interpreting your silent gaze toward the open garage door as a question. You could see all the equipment inside, as well as his motorcycle amongst the chaos. It seemed that he wasn't kidding about being a mechanic.

Your eyes darted upward at the second level above the garage. "Do you live here?" You blurted. "Sorry that was nosy—"

He shook his head, his hand propped on top of the car door where he stood just outside the car. "It's all good. Yeah, I live up there. It was just convenient and I couldn't exactly pass up the chance for a two-in-one rent," he chuckled.

You nodded. There were thoughts running through your head, and yet, none of the words felt right on your tongue.

Changmin pursed his lips into a dimpled smile, saluting you again. "Thanks for the ride back, Yn."

"Thanks for getting my car back," you replied.

The car door slammed shut, and you slumped in your seat, waiting for him to round your car and head into his residence.

Except, he rounded the car, then knocked on your window instead.

You furrowed your brows, jamming your thumb on the button to lower the window all the way down. "Something up?"

He broke into an impish smile. "I forgot to give you this." He shouldered off the leather jacket on his shoulders, exposing the muscular build of his upper arms constrained in the navy blue T-shirt he wore. Your eyes widened as he folded the jacket in half, rolled it in a neat bundle, then passed it to you through the open window. You stared down at it like he had just placed a bomb in your lap.

He snickered at your reaction, leaning his forearms above his head on the top of the car as he ducked his head in your window. "They see that, they'll let you in for free," he said, nodding to the jacket.

You raised your head to meet his eyes. "They know it's yours?"

Changmin hummed, teeth capturing his bottom lip. "Mhm."

Oh. "They're gonna assume things."

"Like what?"

You deadpanned at him, and swore your heart tripped at the boyish smile on his face. He knew exactly what you were trying to get at. "They're gonna assume that we're an item."

Changmin shrugged his shoulders. "So? What does it matter what they think or assume? We know the truth."

"The truth?" You echoed. "You can't just tell them to let me in when I show my ID or something?"

Instead of addressing your logical suggestion, he simply said, "It's none of their business who you are to me."

You blinked; his expression was unfaltering. You didn't know what game he was playing, but you had to remind yourself that you were only in this city for a short time, not a long one. (Then again, maybe that was more reason to live your life out like you had never gotten to before.) "And who am I to you?"

Changmin straightened, pushing off the car. He began walking backward toward his garage, putting distance between himself and his jacket. There was that cocky, smug smile again. "Whoever you wanna be, sweetheart."

a/n: i *really* need to make up for the lack of jacob fics now :/ (sorry cobie close ur eyes !! u don't see ANYTHING)

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agoodfictitle-shadowban · 2 years

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The Fate You Fight - Pt. 1

Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

[TFYF Masterlist]

Tags: soulmate AU, telephatic link soulmate, architect!reader, jewish!Wanda, post-MoM, hurt/comfort, no proofreading

Warnings: mention of abuse, description of violence, language

Summary: You never wanted anything to do with your soulmate, but when you find her in an advanced state of distress you had to help. After that, it becomes hard to let her go.

A/n: so, after asking everyone's opinion, i of course decided to do exactly the inverse of what people advised me to do because im a rebel like that. Or at this point im just accepting my fate that im not build to write one shots, one or the other

(Also the shadowban situation for my main fic blog is not resolved, so for now im gonna use that account and either it will become my full time fic account or if the shadowban reverse in like a week i'll go back to the old one.)

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It is said that the first time you cross paths with your soulmate, you develop the ability to hear their thoughts.

Needless to say, for Wanda, it meant nothing. Since she received her powers, she had always been able to hear everyone's thoughts around her. No matter how much she tried to block people, some would always get to her, loud thoughts, or the ones that were pushed the closest to the surface. And that meant she would likely never be able to find her soulmate, unless her soulmate found her - and that too was unlikely. As an Avenger, she mainly kept to herself. She didn't like to meet new people, or to go outside in crowded areas. In the end, as much as she dreamed of it as a kid, she gave up. She didn't need a soulmate anyway, she was one of the most powerful people to ever exist, and she had her friends. She would be fine without anyone.

As for you, you hated the concept of soulmates. You thought it was an egregious concept that you should follow someone around just because 'fate' (what was even fate? Did that prove the existence of a superior being or was it just a weird evolution of humans DNA? It was unlikely since you heard of humans having aliens soulmates. In the end, this was a debate for philosophers and scientists to settle, and you had no time for that) said you had to. And maybe it was motivated by childhood trauma - your parents were soulmates, but your dad still tried to kill your mom - but it was how you intended to live your life. No matter the thoughts that manifested in your mind, you would stay away from whoever intruded in your brain.

It was with this mindset that you heard a voice that wasn't yours in your head for the first time. You remembered it quite vividly since it happened during a bank robbery in which you were an unfortunate hostage. You usually led a peaceful life, you would wake up in the morning, get ready for college - you were a Columbia architecture student on a full ride scholarship thanks to your stellars marks and rowing prowess - go to your classes, stop at the library to work, then go to training, but today your roommate needed to stop by the bank, so you went with her. And that's when it happened. A loud bang and a hole in the ceiling, and everyone was on the ground in an instant, the people in masks barking orders around.

Next to you one idiot tried to stop the robbers, thinking it was his moment to shine as a licensed handgun owner. He was quickly shot down, blood splattering on you and your friend. You wiped your lips, trying to avoid tasting the iron tasting substance, only to see Anath, your friend, scramble to her knees to try and stop the bleeding. She was a med student, and she was a good one at that.

"Hey! Get back to your knees!" You heard the closest of the thief yell at her, the man's weapon in his belt now.

"I need to stop the bleeding," she said defiantly, her eyes on the dangerous man while she kept pressure on the wound. "Or this guy will die."

"I don't care! Lie down!" He pointed his rifle at her.

"No!" She was stubborn, she always had been.

The next second, it was like everything happened in slow motion when you saw him put his finger on the trigger. It was your turn to be an idiot as you were barely standing up when you dived to tackle him. Bullets flew around the room while you wrestled him. You might not be big on fighting, but you were able to compensate with sheer strength. Rowing sculpted your body years ago and it was easy to overpower someone who was so clearly out of shape. Taking the rifle from his hands, you used the cross to hit him in the head and have him pass out. Now the problem was two of his other friends who had weapons pointed at you.

You closed your eyes. That's not how you wanted your life to end, but you saved Anath, so you were fine with it.

But there was no roaring sound, and instead you heard groans and grunts, and the sound of people being slammed around. So you took a peek, and you saw both men enveloped by red auras being pushed against the ceiling, and then the ground, falling unconscious from the impact while the rest of the Avengers team rolled in with some SHIELD agents. Before you knew it, the situation was resolved and you were sitting at the edge of an ambulance with Anath next to you, both in a shock blanket. The man who was shot had been brought to the hospital while most of the other people stayed behind to give statements to the police or SHIELD, or went back home after giving their contact information. Everyone was safe, but you kept replaying the events in your head, the blood flying around, the fear of almost losing your life, when you heard it for the first time.

You had absolutely no idea what she was saying, the words in a language you couldn't understand.

Oh no, no, absolutely not, you thought to yourself, tensing like never before, even when you were in that bank you felt better. But you didn't really have time to flee before someone was in front of you, wearing a long red coat with a black corset and a skirt, brown hair flowing freely around her very, very pretty face. Her green eyes placated you into place.

"What you did inside… it was very heroic," she said, with the most stunning voice you've ever heard. Was it her? No. No way. First of all, Avenger, second of all, way too pretty, and finally, she had no accent - something that you of course ignored was that Wanda heavily worked with Natasha to get rid of her accent.

You opened your mouth uselessly before words finally fell out of it. "Oh, huh, you know, couldn't let my best friend get shot." She offered you a small laugh, and you wish you could have registered it to play it again and again.

"I understand. But, just so you know, you're safe now." She tilted her head as she gave you a warm smile.

That was an odd statement, so you tilted your head, mimicking her, but arched a teasing eyebrow. "How? Do you intend to follow me around to protect me?"

"What?" She blushed deeply, looking away. "No, of course not!"

Your snort turned into a laugh. "Sorry, I was joking." She was still blushing, but your laugh soon died down. "Hey, huh… thanks. For saving me."

"If that's how you thank me, mocking me like that…" she pouted just a bit, and it was adorable. You wished to see more of it.

"Okay, no more teasing."

She looked a bit longer at you, in an hesitation. Next to you, Anath was drinking the water she had been provided while watching what was happening in front of her with vested interest.

"Well, maybe I'll see you around another time," Wanda settled on. You were disappointed, but you kept it to yourself.

"See you around."

With that, she walked away, and Anath slapped your upper arm.

"Dude!"

"What?" You asked with a frown, rubbing your now pained arm.

"Sparks were flying, you should have asked for her number."

You scoffed at that. As if. "I don't have time to date."

And that was that. Your friend groaned from frustration but didn't insist. She knew of your aversion for soulmates, or at this point, dating in general.

It would be years before you saw Wanda again.

Years went by. The Sokovia Accords happened. Wanda found comfort in Vision. As a Synthesizoid he didn't have a soulmate, and she knew she would never find hers. And if she did? It would be unfair to impose that on that poor person. So she went with him. It was easy, uncomplicated, and she had good times. And then Thanos happened. Vision died. Westview. She became the Scarlet Witch and almost took one more life for herself, to claim a power she needed to protect her kids. They were all that mattered. But in the end, she couldn't. So she tried to destroy herself along the Darkhold. But she failed. She was still alive, she was still suffering, and she didn't know what to do. She became a shell of herself, called back to one of the only places she ever called home. She went back to the United States. To New York.

Years went by. The Sokovia Accords happened. The Blip happened. You stayed behind, already having lost everything else to illness, your mom dead after years of a losing fight - and were lucky enough to still have Anath with you. Your friend wasn't so lucky; she lost her soulmate that day. You moved back together again and for five years you did your best. It was hard. Humanity had lost so many people and the general grief that floated over everywhere in the world was too heavy for those left behind to truly move forward.

But you tried.

God, you tried.

Then everyone came back and so many people were reunited. But the world lost two of their greatest heroes for good, and some more when they decided they couldn't fight anymore.

Anath and her soulmate reunited, but they both stayed with you as they still had to adjust to many things. It was good to hear your best friend laugh so hard again, and you were happy for her, but sometimes when you saw them together you would feel so lonely. You found yourself wondering how it would feel, but it was probably too late for that. You missed your opportunity and clearly, whoever your soulmate was wanted nothing to do with you or they would have manifested themselves the day you heard them for the first time. So you just accepted your lack of fate.

But Fate hadn't given up on you.

Since half of New York's population returned, your architecture firm had a lot of work and you were assigned to an old new project - one that was abandoned when money dried up due to the disappearance of those who commissioned your firm. The building you were working on had been left as it was, people with no homes moving in and out with no one to keep them out, before they were chased recently. It was none of your business, but you still felt bad about it and hoped they found their way back to loved ones or a place to stay, where they would get the help they needed.

You walked the decrepit building with an inspector to gauge the damages and what would need to be replaced or entirely remade before the project could get back on track. Garbage was littered around with moldy mattresses, the smell was terrible and you didn't need the inspector with you to guess there would be a lot of work to be done when you noticed the broken walls and black stains. But as you walked around, the both of you noticed a silhouette laying down on one of the mattresses. At first it was easy to miss it; there were a number of garbage bags and cardboard boxes thrown around.

"Shit! Did one of those parasites die here?" You frowned at the man next to you. "That's bad for us, it will give us more paperwork," he grumbled and you wanted to slap him across the face. He was talking about a person, for god's sake. "We should still call the cops."

As he was talking you came closer to the body and that's when you heard her again. It was barely above a whisper but it was there, somewhere in your head, and it hit you like a truck. How was that even possible?

You turned to the inspector who already had his phone out. "Call an ambulance. She's alive," you ordered him firmly.

He was surprised but he complied and soon enough you were in a hospital room, sitting on a chair in the corner as you looked at the woman hooked on monitors and fluids. Apparently, she was severely dehydrated and malnourished. You could see it in the way her cheeks caved inside, her skin pale and sickly. The end of her fingers were also colored black but the doctors had no idea why.

Of course you had recognized her, but you seemed to be the only one, and considering her state you decided to say you had no idea who she was, and she was entered as Jane Doe in the files. It was probably better that way. If she was leaving in this building slowly wasting away she probably didn't want any of her old friends to find her. Still, you were half of a mind to try and contact them. Get her off your hands. But something kept you from doing it.

You were ripped from your thoughts when Anath entered the room with two sandwiches and she handed you one.

"Can you still hear her?" She asked. Despite not giving away her real identity you informed the staff that she was your soulmate so she could be covered under your medical coverage. It was a neat little bonus you had thanks to your position in your company.

You took the sandwich, looking up to your friend briefly. "From time to time, but it's very faint."

"That's still a good sign." Your eyes fell back on the woman laying in the hospital bed. You felt Anath's hand on your shoulder. "She'll be fine, she just needs some rest."

Your best friend didn't try to address the elephant in the room; she knew of your aversion to soulmates but would never bring the subject up first.

"How long?"

"Hours, a day, maybe longer."

You kept your eyes on her even as you ate. You'd be there when she woke up, you owed her that. After all, she saved your life once upon a time.

You were in the office when Anath sent you a message. It took you twenty minutes to finally open it, and when you did, you swore in front of your boss. He sent you an empathetic smile when you told him what it was about and let you go. He was one of the people who lost his soulmate during the blip, he understood in some way how you felt about yours being in the hospital. You bolted. You were never one to run - you liked to take your time - but you made an exception. When you arrived, Wanda was awake.

"Sorry!" You exclaimed, breath ragged by your run. "I was working when I heard you were awake."

The confusion on her face was obvious, and you cringed. Of course she had no idea who you were. When she saved you, she was just doing her job, and you were probably only one in thousands of people.

"I'm Y/n, I'm the one who brought you here. And…" you came closer so you could whisper. "I know who you are, but thought you'd want to keep your anonymity," you explained.

And Wanda was very grateful for that. She remembered the relief she felt when she realized no one here knew who she was, so when they asked her, explaining they didn't know, she kept the charade up.

"Thank you," she simply said, accent thick to your surprise, voice rocky.

"That's the least I could do." She frowned at that and you looked away. You felt so dumb. You were always so stoic and self-assured, and for whatever reason you just turned into a puppy with her. "A few years ago you stopped a bank robbery and saved me."

A number of things went through her face, but finally recognition settled on her features.

"You're the girl who saved her friend." She would have exclaimed herself if nlt for her way too dry throat.

You grabbed a glass of water that you put in front of her. "Yeah, that's me," you admitted simply.

She took the water and considered you for a few seconds before she finally drank. Apparently she deemed you worthy.

"Why…?"

"Huh?" You put, very eloquently you might add.

"Why… help me?" She looked down in her glass, and your heart broke when you saw all the grief, all the pain, everything that made her say her next words. "I would be better off if I were dead. Everyone would."

You sat at the edge of her bed and ever so gently scooped her face to have her look up at you. "That's not right."

Tears formed in her green eyes in droves. She couldn't hold your gaze, but you were keeping her from looking away.

"You have no idea what I did."

Truly, you didn't. "Why don't you tell me?"

She tensed, grabbed your hand to push it away. You let her do it without any resistance. "I don't deserve to." She looked back down. You had no idea what to do to help her at this point, and if you were honest, there was probably not a lot you could do besides be there for her. So you would do exactly that.

"I don't agree." You followed her gaze down and noticed she was looking at her hands. "What happened to your hands?"

She frowned and never answered. Her silence was enough for you to let it go, so you stood up. She didn't look up but you noticed her eyes following you.

"Leaving?"

You arched an eyebrow and hid a smirk. "Will you miss me?" You teased. But once again you were met with silence. "Don't worry, I'll be right back."

You left the room and headed to the hospital gift shop. Once you arrived, you looked around, grabbing some books at random, a stuffed animal - a bear with get well soon shirt - and some snacks. You don't know what she likes, so you take a few different ones. You ended up with two small brown paper bag with the gift shop's brand printed on it.

When you come back to the room, you see her looking out the window, sadness painted all over her face, so you make sure she hears you come in. You didn't want to intrude on her. She still jumped slightly at your sudden arrival, seemingly surprised to see you again.

"I'm back," you announced pretty uselessly and wondered if she thought you left despite saying you were coming back.

She just looks at you.

Carefully, you took the books out of the bag you were carrying and put them down next to her in a neat pile. You left the snacks in the bag and simply put it next to the books. "I brought you some stuff," you told her as if it wasn't obvious.

Then you hesitated a bit before you took the stuffed bear out.

"Thought you'd like some company when I'm away." You placed it on top of the books. Still no answer. But you hear her questions running in her mind. The whys, and the self-loathing comments. She doesn't seem to have noticed yet that she can hear your thoughts, or maybe she did but doesn't care. The latter makes you ache no matter how much you try to fight it.

You open your mouth, you want to tell her something, the silence around you both suffocating. It made you feel uncomfortable and incredibly inadequate. But before you can really say anything, Anath came in the room after a short knock.

"Hi guys, sorry to interrupt, I'm doing my last round for the day," she explained and grabbed the chart at the end of Wanda's bed. "You seem to be doing fine. We're going to keep you here a few more days to make sure you're on track, then you can go home." She gave you a look at that. You suddenly found the outside fascinating.

"I don't… I don't have money. Or insurance," she said finally, in an attempt to be let go. She knew she wouldn't have the energy to fight her way out. She didn't want to either. She was so tired of everything.

"It's okay, it's covered by Y/n," Anath told as she pointed at you with her chart. The Witch's gaze bore into you and you avoided it. "Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow, miss Doe." She was about to leave the room, she got her upper body back in. "Do we wait for you for dinner tonight, Y/nn?"

You shook your head. "No, I'll probably grab something on my way back."

Finally the doctor left, and once again you were alone with Wanda. You could see in the way she looked at you that she was trying to figure out your motive. You scratched your head and grabbed a book from the pile.

"I'll try this one, I'll tell you if it's any good," you tell her as you go sit in the armchair in the corner of the room. Her eyes stayed on you ten minutes in your reading, until she seemed to lose interest and settled in the bed.

She could hear your thoughts so easily, not all of them, but those she caught were crystal clear, it was uncanny. It was probably because of how weak she was currently, she couldn't put up her mental barriers. Right now she could hear you read, so she listened, your voice calm against the roaring thunder of the tempest raging inside of her. Soon enough, she fell in a deep sleep, and for once, no nightmares plagued her.

A nurse came in to inform you that visiting hours were over, and you got up. Wanda was asleep again after eating, and so you decided to let her rest. You checked your bag and found a pen and paper easily to leave her a note you put in the bear's arms. After that you sneaked out.

Wanda woke up in the night and looked around, panic setting in until she remembered where she was. The hospital. She frowned. Last thing she remembered she had just eaten and you were reading again. She must have fallen asleep. She looked around and noticed how dark it was. You were nowhere to be found, but the note in the bear's arms got her attention. With trembling fingers she read it.

'Hey, I had to leave and didn't want to wake you up. I'll be back tomorrow, in the meantime take care of yourself. For me.

Y/n'

She read the words again and again, especially the two you crossed. For you. A warm feeling sparked in her, under the rubbles of her life. Slowly, with utmost care, she folded the little note and put it in the book you had been reading while you were here. She eyed the bear before she settled in bed, looking away. A few seconds later, she turned around to grab it in her arms and resumed her position. There, she fell asleep again.

You came by the next day, and the one after that, and again. You brought work with you, knowing that even if your boss was understanding you still needed to put some hours in. From time to time you would try to talk with Wanda, but she barely answered, and when she did it was monosyllabic at best. She was looking better, less famished, but still grieving something you knew nothing of. So you didn't push, giving her the time qhe needed, until Anath came around to check on her once more.

"Everything looks great. We're going to send you home tomorrow," she declared.

"Home…?" There was something in her voice and tears started to pool in her eyes. That was bad. You could feel her thoughts spiral.

"You don't have to," you intervene. You stood up to come closer. "You can come to our place."

Anath looked at your, arching both eyebrows. You never discussed that with her, but now that the offer was out there it's not like you could take it back. Especially since it seemed to have shocked her enough for her to calm down slightly.

"Your… place?" She looked confused.

"Yeah, huh, with Anath. We're roommates, and we have a spare bedroom. You could stay there. If you want." You looked at her expectantly. "You don't have to answer now. And if you don't want to, I can arrange for a hotel or something."

She didn't answer and your best friend looked at the two of you. "Okay, I'm gonna go now. Someone will bring the paperwork for your release."

Wanda kept her eyes on you, so many feelings in her eyes. You gave her the time she needed to talk, hearing the questions in her head.

"Why are you doing this for me?" She asked, and it surprised you.

Why were you?

It could have been the soulmate bond, and maybe it was, a little, and it could also just be that you wanted to repay her for saving your life, but the truth was you just wanted to help her. She looked crushed under the weight of lifetimes of pain, and you wished you could take some pain off of her shoulders. Was it that you wanted to get closer to her? Was there an ulterior motive? Honestly you had no idea. You hated it.

"I… I don't know."

"I feel like you do." She looked down at her hands where the tip of her fingers were still black. "Or at least have some idea."

Did she read your mind?

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." You frowned slightly. "You don't owe me anything. Not for your life, or because we're…"

Wanda did hear you, and now it made a lot of sense. But it also meant that until you found her almost dead on the floor you wanted nothing to do with her, but the truth was, you wanted to explain how this whole concept made you feel, to tell her that it wasn't what made you act that way, to defend yourself. That you were better than that, but were you?

"I know," you said. "I still want to help. Once you're back on your feet we can go our own way."

So many feelings were burning down your throat, and you hated it all. You hated that you were soulmates, and you hated how it took your choices away, and yes, you played with the idea of it recently because you didn't want to live your life alone, but still. This was different, and you didn't know how to deal with it. Maybe you'd find a way one day, but today wasn't that day.

Wanda seemed to have her own train of thoughts on her side, even if she mainly looked at your inside conflict from the outside. She could only grab some passing thoughts of feelings but refused to look at it closer, and decided to stop the cacophony in your head.

"I'll go with you," she finally answered to your big surprise. That was unexpected.

"Are you sure?" Your question was genuine, you didn't want her to feel forced into staying at your place.

She nodded, and that was that. She didn't say anything else for the evening, even when you left and told her you'd pick her up tomorrow morning.

Once you were gone, she thought about everything. Everything that had happened in her life, especially since she met you, and the longer she thought about it, the angrier and more desperate she became as what ifs hit her. What if she realized it when you met? She wouldn't have gotten with Vision, maybe, and she wouldn't have lost him and then her kids. What if you spoke at the time?

She was mad at herself, but also at you. And the worst was that she actually kind of liked you. Your presence made her feel better. It scared her so much, all this, after what she did, because she couldn't slip again.

All she could do in the end was cry.

#wanda x reader #wanda #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #tfyf fic

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willel · 1 year

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Since I'm sure there will be a lot of new people from Twitter, I want to personally say welcome, but also please don't make the shipping wars any worse. Lol

You can do that by tagging correctly, blocking people you don't like, and muting tags that upset you. Tags are like folders. When people tag correctly, it's like opening a book with only the things you like on an endless school. Very handy.

Are you making a post about your favorite ship? Excellent! Tag it correctly. Do not tag a bunch of irrelevant tags as that's considered spamming. Your tags should look like:

#shipname #charactera #characterb #whatever else you want that is actually related to the post

By the way, this isn't twitter. Tags can have spaces in them. You can write a whole ass paragraph almost. It's enouraged to do so!

Also, this isn't TikTok. "Unalive" and other censored words for the "algorithm" are dumb and pointless. There is no algorithm. Use the right words so that people can filter what they don't want to see.

Are you writing a negative post about a ship you don't like? Well that's a waste of time but you do you, just tag it correctly. Your tag should like like:

#anti-ship #dont mention the ship in any other way! It could pop up in their tags when those shippers are trying to do their own thing

Don't cross post KNOWING your post can upset someone. Don't play coy. Don't play dumb. Don't start drama on purpose. If you're bored and want some action, why not get a real hobby instead of fighting on the internet?

If a tag is meant for a platonic ship, then you should find the proper romantic ship version of that name. If another character or pairing has nothing to do with your post, then keep it in your pants and don't tag them. It's rude and could earn you some blocks.

That is the proper tagging etiquette for tumblr.com. You can mute any tag you want by visiting your settings and adding a tag to filtered tags and/or filtered content.

Anon hate is a thing of the past. Grow up. You can send anonymous or faced questions to almost any blog you want. You can also turn off that feature entirely if you don't like it.

If you don't like someone, you can select the three dots on top of their posts and block them. You can save yourself a headache if you learn to curate your experience~

Here in Tumblr, there is no reliable algorithm. More than likely, Tumblr won't be showing everyone posts that are relevant to them automatically. You'll have to visit the tags yourself to see what you want to see.

If YOU LOVE SOMETHING, REBLOG IT. Likes work like bookmarks here on tumblr.com. Everyone appreciates likes on their posts, but sadly, that's all it is. A post can die in the sea of irrelevance if no one reblogs it.

You know all those cool popular posts you see with thousands of notes? They only got like that because thousands of people reblogged it.

Do your artist friends, writer friends, and normal friends a favor by reblogging their posts and spreading the good word~. If you consistently reblog good posts on a consistent basis, you'll likely find yourself some cool followers as well who have the same interests as you.

By the way, while you can be a little well known here in Tumblr, you'll never have any clout. Give up now before you even begin. Everyone is an equal here. We're all just fans being fans of whatever content we're consuming that day alright? There are famous people on here, but unless they're chill and breezy, people will tend to chase them away anyway.

Do you want separate your personal blog from your fan blog? Well no need to make a new account, you can just add a sideblog and it's practically the same thing. You only have to log in once. I have at least a dozen active side blogs for every new interest I get very invested in. Great for organization and keeping your main blog for your personal rambles and posts.

By the way, there's no need to tell everyone your name, your phone number, your address etc. This site is anonymous. Enjoy the anonymity! Let yourself be a faceless fan among other faceless fans, keep your personal details safe and private.

And finally, don't be a creepy weirdo. That's pretty self explanatory. If your are a creepy weirdo, stop while you're ahead. You know you're gonna get caught and ousted. You aren't slick, you're just a weirdo.

That is all. This is meant for the Stranger Things fandom but it can be applied to any fandom. Hope this helps.

#stranger things

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minutia-r · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @ilthit

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

229

2. What’s your total A03 word count?

736,388, including fics written with coauthors.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I'm not currently super involved in writing for any fandoms unless you count various ttrpg universes, in which case the rp writing I've done that's made it onto AO3 is my and @ilthit's Righteous Blood Ruthless Blades epic.

Other fandoms that I've written more than ten stories for, and were my main fandom at one point or another, include Stand Still Stay Silent, Diana Wynne Jones books (mostly the Chrestomanci series but not exclusively), Vorkosigan Saga, Percy Jackson and related fandoms (mostly Heroes of Olympus characters/era), and Legend of Korra (plus one A:tLA era/characters fic). But there was also a period where exchange fandom was my fandom (I still do the occasional exchange but not as much and usually not the big ones), and also I have been known to write a fic as a reaction to a book or a piece of media and then move on, so the vast majority of fandoms I've written for, I've written a single fic for. Tomorrow? Who knows!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Natural (Howl's Moving Castle, by far my most popular fic by most metrics, and will likely become my top fic by hits any day now as well) [redacted] [redacted] The Family Expert (Vorkosigan Saga) Five Strays Elizabeth Naismith Took in (and One That Got Away) (Vorkosigan Saga)

Vorkosigan fandom is pretty generous with feedback in general.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Almost always. It can be a good way to have a conversation with readers and even make friends (although most of the time, I'm too awkward to respond even to detailed comments with much more than a "thank you", which I realize is counterproductive for these purposes /o\). More importantly, I want to let the commenter know that I appreciated their comment. There is a chance that this will lead to more comments, if not from that particular commenter, then from others?

(I'm not saying that authors have to respond to comments, or that they should if they don't want to, but personally I prioritize leaving comments on fics whose authors consistently respond to comments, because that way I have a good indication that comments are appreciated. I realize that the vast majority of authors like getting comments even when they don't respond to them, but I have actually run into a few who don't really care either way. Not to mention that if you're reading older fics, the account may have been abandoned or something and the author may not even see your comment. When every comment takes time and mental and emotional energy, it just makes sense to prioritize.) (I know, I should make an effort to leave more comments on the stories I read. /o\ It it what it is.) (Also, perhaps I should add that as much as I like getting comments (I really like getting comments), I also appreciate kudos and other forms of feedback etc.)

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ah, hmm. I have written a lot of bad ends and angst, but I think I would have to go with [redacted].

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, hard to answer. Do you mean the fic where the characters are happiest at the end, or one that fixed canon the most, or gives the most triumphant or warmest fuzziest feeling to the reader, or what? I will say A Year and a Day (Mr. Fox, folk song), which fits several of these criteria, and was also very gladly received by its recipient.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Almost never.

9. Do you write smut?

I do, but I have gotten into the habit of not linking to it or discussing it in detail here, because I had young followers. (The ones I knew about have since grown up, but I don't know the life of everyone who follows me. Seems like a reasonable habit to keep up, much respect to people who systematically block underage followers or just warn them away to maintain an adult space, big fan of adult spaces, but it could not be me on here.) Hence the [redacted]s.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Occasionally. Much more often I will have ideas for crossovers which I can't quite wrangle into a coherent fic. (Same as AUs really).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not personally, as far as I know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Several, mostly into Russian, one into Chinese. (And maybe some more on sites other than AO3 that I have forgotten about). I have a blanket permission on my profile, which helps encourage this. Anyone who wants to translate, podfic, remix, write fic of, or make art of my fics, PLEASE DO.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Mostly as previous mentioned with @ilthit

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

My most written ship on AO3, setting aside OC / OC which is several ships in a trenchcoat, is Emil/Lalli from Stand Still Stay Silent. It's as good an answer as any.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Several, alas! Of the ones that I went as far as to start posting on AO3 I will call it a tie between The Hunt of the Unicorn (Chrestomanci) and Get Me to the Church on Time (Heroes of Olympus).

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, characterization in general, prose. Some readers have complimented my worldbuilding, but I don't feel like I'm that good at worldbuilding? Perhaps I make up for in creativity and vividness what I lack in consistency and thinking through everything, idk.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing things, alas. Being able to write fast or consistently, and to stay focused on a project. Also, perhaps relatedly, plot, and planning ahead in general.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have done it, I like to do it, but I do feel like there should be a reason for it beyond "this character is speaking a different language now." Also, if it's a language I don't speak well, I would be extra hesitant to do it without a consultant who did speak that language well. I have been lucky enough in the past to be able to find consultants. Conlangs are a different and greyer area.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I, uh, hm. Depending on how you define your terms, probably Animorphs? Never finished or posted that story; I don't know if the notebook I wrote it in still exists in my parents' basement or what.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Ah, I cannot narrow it down! But of the fics I've posted on AO3, the ones I've written with @ilthit were probably the most fun to write.

Has everybody been tagged? @grammarpedant, you up for it? (no worries if not).

#minutia's big ego #it's fandom town #gosh this got long

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🥩 STOOP KID // SSAWBONESS 🥩

💾 he/him, wasian jew, trans guy. autism + bpd, may entirely disappear from socmed for extended periods of time. i don't read dnis.

🖇 i enjoy fiction for what it is: fiction. it is not my responsibility for what happens with it, and not only am i able to healthily separate it from real situations but i do not condone ANYTHING that happens in dark fiction irl. this being said, i will most likely be reblogging 'dodgy' content or anything that may ick out the average english fandom-goer (guro, 'problematic pairings', etc). my account is fub free (free to follow/unfollow/block) at your discretion. customize your online experience as you see fit. i am not responsible for your behavior nor do i enjoy conflict any more than the next guy does.

⛓ current active fandom(s)/interests: SAW FRANCHISE, resident evil, homestuck, tf2, criminal behavior and analysis, psychology, character analysis. i love spyscout so fuckingnmuch pleaaaseeeeeuu ee. i enjoy scout ships a normal amount please send me good fics/art

⚙️ artist, rusty animator, writer, and aspiring psychologist. talk to me about psychology and communism.

⚔️ most of my other fandom-centric socials are ssawboness, zorndog, or some variation of those. my commission information can be found here.

⏱ my pms are always open. mutuals can dm me for my discord if we're close-ish. i also offer beta reading to anyone who wants a second opinion on anything

TAG GUIDE:

#stoop.txt - original-ish posts or quote reblogs. #stoop asks is self-explanatory.

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#others art - other people's artwork.

i do not have a dni list because those are stupid and embarrassing and i will personally judge you with my holy sword if need be. antis and anyone who supports censorship get the fuck off my blog!!!!. you're still proship if you don't harass people over fiction btw. i love mspec gays and lesbians mwah mwah mwah

i don't trigger warn, and i have anything i need tagged muted. however, if you post about jjba AT ALL or are a jojo-centric blog, do not follow me unless i follow first. do not interact with my work. i will block you on sight. this is for my safety, and i am not comfortable elaborating as to why.

anything else should be self explanatory. please dm me or send me asks i promise i don't bite please please please pl

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mindful-of-ideas · 1 year

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Inspired by the song C’mon by Panic! At The Disco feat. Fun.

If I should die tonight / May I first just say I'm sorry / For I, never felt like anybody / I am a man of many hats although I / Never mastered anything But I am ten feet tall / I've never felt this tall since the fall Nobody seems to know my name So don't leave me and sleep all alone Maybe stay lost on our way home

A/N: I mention some books but the references are pretty obvious or not that important. I’ll add explanations in the tags (: Also, this was kind of a struggle to write, I don’t know why. I hope you still like it.

TW: Alcohol (it’s Misfits, what did you expect)

You were standing by the river, partially hidden by some trees and bushes. On the other side, sharp rocks were blocking any access. If the morning had been cold and damp, the sky was now clear and the sun was warming up your skin gently. You couldn’t tell if it had been since you had started university or since that freaky storm hit the town, but you hadn’t quite felt like yourself during the past weeks. Not that change was necessarily bad, but the transition period was scary. You felt like a traitor to yourself, like an impostor in your own body. And there was nothing you could do than embrace it, which was easier said than done. Even knowing that, you couldn’t help but worry and overthink everything you did and said. Yet today seemed promising. You could just enjoy the sun and the beach and a good book. No better way to escape reality.

You were about to sit down when you heard a scream coming from the rocks. Seconds later, a tall lanky guy came rolling down the rocks. Too stunned to say anything, you watched him pick himself up awkwardly before losing his footing and crashing into you. You lost your balance and landed in the water.

“Sorry,” mumbled the guy, quickly glancing over his shoulder.

“Yeah, right,” you said trying to get up.

“Here, wait,” he said extending a hand, “how ungentleman of me!”

He was smiling though you could have sworn that just moments before he looked as if he was going to break down.

“You’re not wet,” he said pointing down at you.

“I’m sorry?” you asked finally getting up.

“You’re not wet…”

“See, it sounds like you’re saying I’m not wet which is either very weird or just… creepy.”

“It is weird, you fell in the water and look, you’re not wet.”

“That’s,” impossible, you were about to say. But as you looked down, you could clearly see that your jeans were dry.

“See,” he said, “not wet.”

“Can you just stop saying the word ‘wet’?” you said letting out a sigh.

This didn’t make sense. How could you be completely dry when you just fell in the water. No one could do that… unless they were…

“I’m Nathan by the way,” he said once again extending his hand.

“Y/N,” you said, shaking his hand reluctantly, “where did you come from exactly?” you asked gesturing vaguely towards the rocks.

They were a good few feet above your head and while there was a path up there, it came nowhere near close to the edge.

“Some guy was chasing and I ran all the way to here but can we talk about the fact that you’re not wet. Is this like your power or something?”

“You… my… what?” you asked now more confused than ever.

You took a few steps back. This guy was definitely weird and maybe just a little bit too weird. And what was he talking about, powers? That would explain how you were still dry, but it didn’t make any sense.

“You know what, I think I might just go,” you said.

“No, what? You think I’m weird!” he said, but you had already turned away from him, “for all I know you’re the weird one, all alone in some… recluse part of the river!”

You picked up your bag when small rocks tumbled down to your feet. You barely had time to look up before a man came sliding down the rocks. He was tall with broad shoulders and quite scary. Scarier than whoever that Nathan guy was. Which, speaking of, screamed behind you. You went back to him, hoping to ask for an explanation but the man followed right behind you.

“Do something!” Nathan screamed as he hid behind you, grabbing your shoulder.

What could you do? Nothing. There was nothing you could do. Yet instinctively, you put up your hand to protect your face. As you did, you saw water come out of the river and follow the same path, a few inches in front of your hand. A wave crashed, full force, into the man, stopping him dead in his tracks.

“That was so cool,” said Nathan behind you.

But there was no time to talk about what had just happened. You grabbed his hand and started running.

You ran. And you ran, and you ran, and you ran, all the way to the busiest street in the city. It was now the end of the afternoon and there weren’t many people out, yet you needed to be in a crowd to feel safe. As you reached the corner of the street, where a pub faced a corner store, you finally stopped running.

“Dude! That was so cool! Is that what you got? Like water powers?” said Nathan excitedly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, “and I think this time I’ll go, for real.”

“How about I invited you for a drink,” he said pointing behind him at the pub, “I mean, you’re still holding my hand after all.”

Surprised, you let go of his hand and wiped your own on your pants. This day couldn’t get any weirder. Having to run away from some man-in-black kind of made the top of the list. Though, thinking that you could have superpowers was up there too. Could he be right? That you had some kind of power? You tried remembering what made you feel different these last few weeks. Somehow, it all went back to that impostor feeling and, strangely, to the books you’ve been reading First, there was Lord of the Rings, and for a good few days you felt taller, just like the elves were taller than humans. Then, there was this floating sensation that made you feel sick for weeks after reading Mr. Vertigo. Now, it was those water powers that you got after reading Percy Jackson.

“So?” he asked, bending sideways to look at your face and cutting short your reflection.

“Sure,” you said, snapping back to reality, “but you owe me some explanations.”

At least you thought you wanted explanations.

As you step into the pub and aimed for the closest table. But Nathan grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the back. You sat down at the booth not wasting a second before drilling him with questions.

“So who was that guy?” you asked, “Why was he chasing you?”

“Hold on!” he said, “Don’t you want a beer first? Garçon!” he called.

But the waiter walked past him without even looking.

“Can I at least know a little bit more about who saved me first?” he asked, “put aside the fact that you probably drown the guy, you still didn’t run away when he came running at us. That’s impressive! I want to know more about that Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. How could you tell him more about you when you didn’t even know yourself. Still, you took note of the compliment. If Nathan had seemed cocky at first, he might turn out to be good at heart. Just like he seemed curious about you, you realized you were curious about him.

“You don’t think I actually drown him, do you?” you asked.

The waiter passed by again and you asked for beers and nachos.

“So, who are you,” Nathan asked, ignoring your question.

“I’m Y/N… I told you, didn’t I?”

He seemed exasperated.

“I know that, I mean who are you, what do you do, what do you like?”

“I don’t know,” you confessed, “I’m a student… I don’t do much apart from that.”

“Summer just ended! You must’ve done something fun?” he said.

You didn’t really know what to answer. But you noticed the absence of pity, something you were becoming more and more familiar with, in his question.

“Well, me and my friends saved the world!” he said, seeing you weren’t saying anything.

He leaned back in the booth, arms crossed behind his head.

“What…” you said, not really believing him.

“Yep!”

“And how come, everyone, doesn’t know about this?” you asked still doubting him.

“Don’t know… we wanted to stay anonymous,” he said.

“Right…”

“We did, I’m telling you! Me and my friends, at the community center, we saved the world. We’re like superheroes… no vigilantes, that’s cooler. We’re like vigilantes!”

You laughed. Whether or not this was true didn’t really matter to you. What did matter was that you were having fun. The conversation moved on easily as you talked about summer, school, friends, dreams and thankfully not about family. You couldn’t believe it went you glanced behind Nathan and saw that it was dark outside.

“So those powers of yours, what are they?” he asked suddenly.

“I… I’m not sure actually,” you said, without much confidence.

He shrugged, indifferent.

You had spent the whole evening being what you believe to be your truest self. You weren’t going to start lying now, but his reaction did hurt a bit. Somehow, you wanted him to like you, to be interested in you. And that’s all it took for the doubts to come crawling back. What if you actually hadn’t been sincere with him? What if you had convinced even yourself that the mask was who you really were?

You shook your head lightly.

“So, who was the guy chasing you?” you asked right after, hoping this time you would get an answer.

“Mehh, some guy, nothing to worry about sweetheart…”

“I’m not your sweet-”

“Your power is cool, but not as cool as mine!”

It seemed like he was avoiding the question.

“You’re not gonna ask what it is? Well, I’m immortal,” he said, a big smile plastered on his face.

You frowned.

“Yep, that’s right, baby. This body, unkillable. It will stay young and strong, just like it is now, forever.”

“But how-”

“Shhh, I know you’re impressed,” he said moving forward to press his finger to your lips.

You swatted his hand away.

“Kids, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave,” the waiter said, pointing at the clock behind the bar.

“Right, sure,” you said, getting up and grabbing your bag, maybe a little bit too quickly.

Part of you just wanted to get out. You were convinced you had just ruined the whole evening by not being true to him. But part of you really didn’t want this night to end. This was the most fun you had in weeks, and thinking about it, this was one of the rare times you actually didn’t worry about who you were. At least for a while.

You wait as Nathan put on his vest and headed outside together.

“I guess this is where we say goodbye,” you said, looking up at him.

“Y/N?” he said, looking down and ruffling his hair.

“Yeah?”

“I… nothing actually,” he said, sitting down on the curb.

He looked sad. Not that you pitied him, on the contrary, it was a sadness you thought you could understand. You sat down by his side and waited for him to speak again.

“It’s just… if I should die tonight…”

You have him a worried look.

“Not that I will!” he added quickly, “or that I want to! I mean I couldn't even die, you know, the whole immortal thing… Anyway, I, first, just want to say I’m sorry, because I… this whole evening… I never felt like anybody… I…”

“You felt like you were playing a character of yourself in a play?” you suggested.

“Yeah, something like that… how’d you know? You noticed?” he asked, slightly worried.

“No, let’s just say I don’t always feel like I’m truly myself… apart from tonight, except…”

“Except what?” he asked.

You looked up at him, though he was looking at the ground.

“Nothing…” you said.

You didn’t know what else to add but felt like you didn’t have to add anything. In some way, this silence seemed to be healing you both.

“You know,” you finally said, “there was a moment during those last weeks when I truly felt like I was taller…”

“Because of your power, right?” he said smiling weakly.

“I don’t know, maybe… that’s not the point. The point is that I felt like I was taller but that didn’t last… at least not until today. Those few hours spent with you, I’ve never felt this tall, this important, since the storm. Even if, just like you, I ended up doubting if I had truly been myself.”

Another silence, though this time, you could tell Nathan was thinking about something.

“I lied,” he finally confessed, “All of it, all of the important stuff at least. I am immortal, I did kind of save the world but nobody seems to know my name… and those guys at the community center… I don’t know if they really are my friends… I…”

You tapped his shoe lightly with yours, trying to get his attention and keep him from spiralling down like you, yourself, had done many times before. It didn’t seem to work too well and so you went and grab his hand. Just like you had done earlier today but this time more gently.

“You know, it’s only 1:00 am on a Friday night,” you suggested, “you still have time to tell me the truth, if you want to.”

For someone who didn't have much confidence, you sure sounded like you had some now. Weirdly, you felt comfortable talking about the fact that you didn’t know who you were made you feel more like yourself.

“Maybe…” Nathan finally said.

“Maybe?”

He got up, and just like before, offered his hand.

“I just don’t want to spend the night all alone, so let’s figure out something to do,” he said.

“Maybe we’ll stay lost on our way home,” you said smiling and taking his hand.

#mindful-of-ideas #nathan young imagine #misfits imagine #nathan young #misfits #robert sheehan #song imagine #basically the elves are taller than humans in lord of the rings #percy jackson is a son of poseidon and so can control water #the main character in Mr Vertigo can float

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spacedykez · 2 years

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so you have clicked on my blog

[BANNER | PFP]

greetings. welcome. this is the first step towards inevitable insanity. today you’re getting a rundown of what to expect from me. perhaps this shall gain me a few more vict- I MEAN, FOLLOWERS! yesyes lovely followers who i shall Not torment with angst nope not me!

hi, i’m crow! or one of several other names. my friends can call me Paci! my names + pronouns are here, and here’s a good reference on gendered terms.

you can find my boundaries HERE

first off, the obvious. yep that’s the aro flag, congrats you’re a winner. here’s the credit for that go use them they’re cool. i am a lovequeer, ambiamorous aroace. i mostly talk about the aro part, i don’t post much about being ace other than cool art and reblogs. i do tag things with #ace, #aro, and #aroace but most commonly i tag things with #aroposting.

now as you may have noticed, i am a mcyt blog. mostly. however given that i keep hyperfixating on one smp for a few months and then getting bored of it, i cannot give you a consistent list of who i post about. but what i Can give you is a list of smps/characters i have posted about in the past. there is a low but never zero chance i will randomly show interest in one of them again.

smps: empires (both s1 and s2), hermitcraft, origins, lifesteal (what’s that? go here), third life, double life, rats smp. I AM NOT A DSMP BLOG AND I DO NOT SUPPORT DREAM.

characters/ccs: branzy, clownpierce, planetlord, dl!pearl, almost all empires characters, flower husbands (ship), branzypierce (ship), hc!grian, hc!geminitay, e!geminitay, scott smajor (o!scott, e!scott, cc!scott), wilbur soot (o!wilbur, 100p!wilbur, mcc!wilbur, c!wilbur, cc!wilbur), soup group (mostly pearl & gem)

non-mcyt interests: lotr (lord of the rings), toh (the owl house), tma (the magnus archives), httyd (how to train your dragon), mineblr, space stuff, crows (yes the animal), and otters! in case That wasn’t obvious from my url.

and now, we haven’t even gotten to the reason most of my followers are here yet! so yes, that is correct, that would be my trademark angst! i write fanfiction about gay block people and collect my readers’ tears as payment. my pinned post before this was in fact my writing masterpost.

important information includes: here’s my ao3 and here’s #paciFics, my writing tag. Just. Bask in the glory of that pun for a moment. Okay, alright, moving on.

FAQS: “can i make things based off your fics?” absolutely yes i WILL go feral. please feel free the only requirement is tag me because i want to see it! also i’ll link it below (unless you tell me not to) ↳ sun and moon (fic based on magic by moonlight!!!) by anonymous. ↳art for bleeding out in your arms tonight by @tis-i-beep-boop ↳art for magic by moonlight by @felicityphoenix5 ↳art for the devil is a gentleman by @jarojam

“do you like to make your readers suffer?” yes. that’s my goal. cry, bitch.

“do you have a tagslist/can i be added?” yes, here, send me an ask.

Now of course, tags. Believe it or not there IS a method to the considerable amount of madness. Below are the tags you can expect to find me using most commonly. Just be glad I have a tagging system, actually, because I am not very organized.

#the otter splashes - previously #ramblings. original posts about anything and everything but mostly brainrot, writing, and mutuals.

#aroposting - any time i am posting/reblogging things about being aro. i won’t always tag art that i reblog with this though, and i definitely won’t tag ace-only stuff with it.

#paciFics - as mentioned, my fics/writing #sketches in the sand - tag for any of my own art i post

#pacific answers - the most boring ask tag ever ↳#nix tag - asks from my beloved mutual @felicityphoenix5 ↳#anon-der the sea - anon asks. cringe is dead. don’t mind the sobbing. ↳ named anons - for reference. joobies my bestie-

#art - tag i use when reblogging art. mostly. haven’t been great at tagging it lately. but please consider reblogging to support artists. do i need to link the rant here.

#fics - other people’s works. reblog fics you fucking cowards (if you do reblog fics i love you /p). reblog fics just as much as art. got it?

HERE is my system of saving posts

#under the deep queue sea is fairly self explanatory. my queue tag.

#otter tag is my tag for otters, the animal! anything otter-related will go under this tag. please tag me in posts about otters! as you can tell by my name i love the little guys :D #pacific’s picrews is a categorization tag for any picrews i post. i just like the silly little guys ok.

other notes: i tag things with #me irl quite frequently and when i’m tagging art i do tag people in it quite often but i don’t use full usernames. so my tags are just #wilbur, #pearl, #gem, etc. #scott #smajor gets two tags cause i can never decide which to use. i am also very bad at remembering to tag everything all the time. and the lifestealers dont even have tags WHOOPS

TWS: i’m not great about tagging tws, but i will tag graphic depictions of blood (both in my own fics and art that i reblog) as well as any very intense tws in my fics. and i do try my best to tag #suggestive. my tws are “#tw [thing]” nsfw text will also be tagged. and if there’s something else that i need to start tagging let me know i will do my best. also, i use caps a LOT. please be warned if that is something that bothers you.

so, the otterverse. what is it? read about it here, but TL;DR is that it’s basically my mutuals & several of my followers roleplaying in my askbox. if you see me talking about c!paci, c!otter, divorce anon,c!felix, divotter, or pacix, those are characters/ships (the first four are characters, the last two are ships).

general tw for themes of unreality in the otterverse. i tag most things as unreality in addition to #the otterverse, so you can block one or both of those. also warnings for death, manipulation, guilt, body horror, and the apocalypse.

also, there are a LOT of named anons in the otterverse, most of which are Not on my named anons list. but i do have THIS!! it’s a list of every character in the otterverse :D

we’ve even got otterverse fanart!! c!otter, divorce anon, fight or flirt anon, panel featuring several events, s1 finale, wreck of the theater, c!felix s1 finale (SO COOL), crescent anon, divorce anon again, divorce anon design concepts, burning theater with c!felix, c!otter and stickynote (TW BLOOD & GORE), stickynote & friend :), stickynote above the fountain, stickynote and the radio. and theres more atp i just can’t be bothered to go look for the links. sorry.

i don’t really have a dni, but like. basic dni stuff. i’ll block you if i don’t like something on your blog (i’m really don’t block very many people though). like. just don’t be a jerk. be nice. we’ll probably be fine. that being said: terfs, ableists, homophobes, transphobes, anti-neopronouns, anti-endo/sysmed, FUCK OFF (i am a singlet and i never post anything about syscourse or systems but i Will block you. i don’t want you here). i will also block any nsfw/18+ blogs for the sole reason of I Can’t See Your Blog. it’s mostly just a precaution, sorry.

A List Of My Sideblogs:

@atlanticseaotter - my post limit blog @spirallusions - tma oc roleplay blog @takenbythemist - blog for things abt gender

other things to know (oh, mist, there’s MORE?! but you’ve already- shut. welcome to my blog i ramble on far longer than is needed)

the lifestealblr polycule official list

ATTENTION! the turtle run post is mandatory viewing. suffer. this art is also mandatory viewing. if you cannot hande either of these posts, i would advise you do not follow me (although there’s NO explicit nsfw, i am a minor)

if you compliment my fics i WILL dissolve into a screaming pile /pos. although please do feel welcome to send me asks about any of my fics at any time!

there is something wrong with me. it adds to my appeal. my motivation for literally everything is “because why not.” who’s gonna stop me?

tumblr is where random thoughts go. this means vents sometimes. i tag them with #vent post so you can blacklist them if you dont want to see those, and i also deal with rsd quite a lot, which i tag as well. you can blacklist #rsd and #vent post to avoid these. i am very good about tagging those.

#pinned #do not reblog #or do i can't stop you

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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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long message incoming, apologies, but having been on tumblr since 2011, i feel like it’s important to tell people that shadowbanning genuinely does not happen, in any way, on tumblr.

the only thing that marks your account as a bot and limits it is using inline links on your posts to external websites. (brand new blogs also get hidden sometimes if the accounts have no reblogs.) there’s also a setting on your account that some people don’t realize where you can set yourself to be not discoverable in tags/searches (which might be changeable only on desktop now? tumblr had changed their settings a lot recently). blogs marked as bots don’t get their asks or messages sent, and their notes won’t get seen on posts. (note, this is different than tumblr hiding your blog for adult content, which you can know by checking if your profile photo is pixelated.)

spam liking does not make you or the receiver’s blog get shadowbanned. neither does spam reblogging (though nobody seems to do that really anyway). tumblr has a post limit for how many times you can post a day, but even hitting that limit multiple days in a row won’t shadowban your blog (i would know, i’ve done it several times on several different blogs).

unless your blog has been marked as a bot or otherwise suspicious, you haven’t been shadowbanned. tumblr is a broken website and sometimes posts don’t show up in the tags for no good reason. tumblr does a horrid job at organizing its tags. if you search ’#diluc x reader’ (the very tag you’re at the top of) on mobile, you’ll see that the top posts aren’t organized in order of most notes to least. they take (relatively) recent posts with a lot of notes and just kind of jam them all together. i went to see for myself (because that’s exciting!! your writing is great and deserves the recognition) and the first time i searched the tag, it didn’t show up, but it did show up the second time i searched the tag.

tumblr genuinely does not do shadowbanning (unless it’s to block spam bot blogs). everybody here is just yelling into the void and hoping it pleases the tumblr gods enough to not get lost. that’s just how it is. that’s just how it’s always been.

if your post isn’t showing up in the tags, it’s likely either: 1) the tags are broken, 2) you’re not utilizing the tag system correctly, or 3) the website shat itself again. when tagging, only the first 20 tags will be used for search purposes, and really, it’s your best bet for being seen if you put the important stuff in the first 5. anything beyond 5 is a game of chance. punctuation or special characters in any of your tags will also get your post to not show up in searches. apostrophes are kind of the only thing that’s okay. beyond that, you’re unlikely to see it. the tag ‘#diluc-x-reader’ has no posts show up if you sort by tags.

if your post has links to an external website, it also won’t show up in tags. linking back to your own blog or another post on tumblr is fine. (granted, this does break sometimes and tumblr will get upset if you link to anything.) tumblr has blocked certain websites from their links appearing in searches (such as patreon, ko-fi, deviantart, and red bubble), while others may get blocked randomly and without bias (such as ao3 or pixiv).

the search system is also broken. typing ‘diluc x reader’ and ‘#diluc x reader’ will get you different results entirely.

if your post isn’t getting notes, maybe it got piled underneath everything on your followers’ dashes and they aren’t scrolling far enough to see it. maybe you posted at an inopportune time and the search function swallowed it.

tumblr is a hellsite. it’s broken and by all means, we should all stop using it and find somewhere better. unfortunately, it’s the best we’ve got for doing what we like to do here.

wait wait let me organize my thoughts!!

reading all this, it seems like there's a lot of misinformation circling around 😅 i did know that shadowban wouldn't be the right term (I mentioned it in a recent post that it's more of a bug than the algorithm) but I didn't realize that spam likes had nothing to do with it! kind of makes me wonder how people came up with that in the first place.

there's much to say but i wouldn't want to make this post any longer :> thank you for sharing what you know and it would be great if others share this as well, just to tackle the misinformation on spam likes!

// side note but im happy you like my works!! aahsjdhxje for a tumblr veteran to be here makes me all happy

#hira replies #misinformation #tumblr

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vault-heck · 1 year

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foolishness in progress Friday

This week I was tagged in WIP Wednesday by @atomitron and @wishing4nuclearwinter! Thank you!

I'm going to tag @x-sapphicpirate-x and @twosides--samecoin to participate if and whenever you feel like it, today, next wednesday, etc. :3 no pressure as always.

This is a scene I've had brainworms about for months. Originally intended to be a chapter in part II of What God Doesn't Give You, I'm considering releasing it as a one shot in the meantime. Read on for canon-divergence, nonbinary Gnat Wright, and surprised pikachu Nick Valentine.

Valentine couldn’t blame Piper for being worried. This was the kind of job that people brought him all the time, though by the time most folks were desperate to ask an old synth for help, it was too late. At least Piper had the sense to catch things early, to talk to the loved one in question when strange behavior cropped up. Unsurprising for their age, Gnat didn’t give her much to go on.

They had always been an ornery one, though. In retrospect, it was a miracle he hadn’t been tasked with tracking them sooner, especially with the example Piper set for them. What he hadn’t expected was for Gnat to lead him straight into the Boston Common.

What a foolish shortcut for them to take; they should know better. To their credit, plenty of adults made the same mistake and learned lessons the hard way. Even Piper had been here recently, albeit with a team. Too many folks got overly comfortable with the route and ultimately met their end in this part of town.

Good thing Nick was there today. He just hoped there would be enough time to pull Gnat out of there if things went south.

They were an angular thing, alert and light on their feet and seeming taller for their age with each day that passed. That day, they had dressed in muted tones of brown and red, they stood out in the Common like they had a neon sign that said ‘City Dweller!’ hanging above them. It was only their attire that gave them away, though– they maneuvered the streets of downtown Boston as a seasoned caravan guard might, kept close to walls and swept each open area before proceeding.

Nick wondered if Piper knew her sibling carried a pipe pistol. He wouldn’t mention it unless it became a problem; she might not like it, but Gnat was safer for it considering the places they apparently frequented.

Gnat’s posture went loose when they entered the Common proper, as if the old iron fencing beamed some sort of protective field around them. Something must have caught their attention, or maybe their curiosity had marked the Common as a destination of interest to begin with.

This can’t be right. They ought to know better– does the kid have a deathwish?

Nick picked up his pace, but didn’t sprint– too risky to attract attention around here. He needed to get close enough to Gnat to grab them if things went badly, and before they noticed he had followed.

Gnat stretched, shoving shoulder blades down as their fingers locked and pressed towards the sky. They then dug through their ratty backpack to pull out a slab of radstag meat.

“Swan!” They called softly, but loud enough for their voice to carry to Nick’s position less than a block away.

Swan? Surely not–

Yes, that Swan. The behemoth unfolded from the pond in the Common, terrible and slow. In all the years he had lived in Diamond City, Nick managed to keep his distance from the beast. The best look he’d ever gotten was a glimpse of Swan’s mangled face as he disappeared down an alley, and now he gazed upon the entire hulking body of the thing. It was hard to tell where the grayed, bubbling skin ended and the evolutionary camouflage of the thing began. The boat on its arm had all but fused with the muscle mass, and much of its lips had eroded to permanently expose rotting teeth.

Nick froze at the edge of the Common and crouched behind the frame of an old bus stop. Gnat was well within the giant’s reach, and he couldn’t afford to startle either of them. He only hoped it hadn’t seen him already, and peered from cover.

“I got you something– it’s not a lot, but it is the good stuff.” Gnat unwrapped the meat from its butcher paper, still bloody and cool from the miniature cellar built into Polly’s stand in the market.

Swan sloshed forward in the pond by just a step, but his hulking frame sent ripples and waves throughout. His free hand plucked the steak from Gnat’s extended hands like Nick might pick up a snack cake. Gingerly, but with ease. He dropped it into his mouth and nearly swallowed it whole.

“Good stuff. More.”

Swan’s voice was like a train that had pulled into an empty, echoing station for much-needed maintenance. If Valentine hadn’t witnessed the interaction between these two with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have recognized or understood the creature’s words.

“Sorry, bud, maybe for Christmas. I’m not made of bottlecaps.”

“Caps,” Swan roared. It was the only way he could speak, Valentine surmised. His body language hadn’t changed.

“People had a chance to do away with all that, after the bombs fell. But no, they had to go and invent another money.”

“Stupid…. Humans…”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Gnat sprawled on the concrete by the pond where weeds had taken over and tucked their hands behind their head. “Tell me what’s new around here.”

Swan sat. There was an earth-shaking thud, then another, and filthy water escaped the edges of the pond. It occurred to Nick that the Common didn’t smell as bad as it probably should have. It smelled horrible, to be sure, but not like excrement.

“Bird fire. Swan play dead.”

“Bird fire?” Gnat looked puzzled, and broke their gaze at the mid-afternoon sky. “Watchers?”

Swan grunted, that wasn’t it. “Sky gun.”

Gnat’s brows furrowed. They didn’t know what he meant, but Valentine had a suspicion.

“Sooo…” Swan made another noise like frustration, moving his head back and forth. “Soool– jur.”

“Soldiers?” Gnat sat the rest of the way up and crossed their arms. “The Brotherhood of Steel?”

A hum came from the giant, then, and after a moment Nick realized he was slowly moving his head up and down along with his neck, nodding as he could with limited mobility.

“Those assholes. I’ve never met one in person, but I just know they’ll shoot anything that doesn’t look like them. I’m sorry, buddy.” Gnat picked at their glove and glared in Valentine’s general direction. He ducked back behind the metal panel.

“Normal… to Swan.”

“Maybe, but that doesn’t make it right.”

#wip wednesday #wips #writing #my fics #gnat #nick valentine #swan reaching for Gnat's hand like a backwards version of that hulk meme

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luesmainblog · 1 year

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Hi there, is there a link to your about page that people can access via the tumblr mobile app?

you can try my direct About link but I don't know if it's readable on mobile, I'm a strictly desktop user and I've been here since before the site became mobile-centric, so I genuinely don't know what's accessible and what isn't :( my phone can't really run the tumblr app half the time, so it's not something i'm able to check for.

honestly it's nothing that isn't pretty much covered by "i'm here i'm queer get used to it" or looking at the political stuff i do reblog. brief summary being i'm nb, aspec, anti-terf, anti-swerf, anti-cop, and anti-harassment. longer summary: I do my best to be an ally to jewish and muslim folk, but i am very under-educated in that area. same applies to mental illnesses. i was around during The Ace Raids(period of tumblr history where the site went extremely anti-ace for, at the time, no discernable reason. now we know it was general anti-queer getting its hooks in early.) and i watched the birth of the mogai community and the bi v pan debate. as a result my attitude towards identity is "you're the expert, just use whatever label suits you best and i'll believe you about it". i respect older/"outdated" identities and do my best to learn about queer history and incorporate that knowledge into my views. i can get kind of anti-christian at times due to the general trauma of living in the united states and watching "religious belief" become the excuse for massive levels of abuse and control, but i do respect people who use that belief to help people and push positive change. i view Missionary Work(i.e. going to another location and doing charity specifically to spread the word of your religion, like the god damn mormons are constantly doing) as inherently colonization and fundamentally do not understand people who consider it to be a good deed. i am against arranged marriage, but respectful to those who are comfortable in theirs. I support poly marriage(i am poly myself), and i think we need to severely change how disability aid is handled so that disabled people can marry who they want without losing their coverage and don't have to literally count pennies to make sure they're not over an insanely low limit. i can get kind of loud about intersex people's existence and rights. I support landback, but i am under-educated in native issues. I consider neurodivergency a positive thing, but i also acknowledge it as a disability. i consider the political lesbians of the 1960s to have been infiltrates and traitors, as their beliefs were foundational to modern TERF rhetoric. I don't have a DNI(if some asshole decides to follow me they're gonna see exactly what i think about them very quickly, and if they stick around anyways, maybe something i post will shake their beliefs a little), but TERFs, SWERFs, nazis and MAGAs get blocked on sight. harassment will also be blocked and reported. I am a strong believer in online anonymity; i don't think it's wise to share your age, sex, race or location unless it's something you WANT people to be aware of. I also don't think it's a good idea to share your face, but i don't harp on people who do make that choice unless they're underaged(and even then it's gonna be a very light 'hey maybe this is a bad idea'). double points on location, stop telling people where you live. that should NEVER have been normalized.

i'm also into a lot of fandoms, and i don't usually tag unless asked. current tags: NSFC(not safe for crystal, basically any mention of death will be under this), Facepaint, Spiders, Cats, Horrible Things, Important, Signal Boost, For My Wife, Frosty, Crinket, and Awesome Music. if you dig too deep into that last one you'll find some OLD tumblr culture. i also try to tag for content warnings like abuse, flashing lights, and sexual assault.

in short, i think other people should be able to exist how they want to as long as it's not inherently harmful to others, and i love to learn more about the world and spread that knowledge. i'm gonna see if i can make this my pinned post, this is honestly a better summary of what you're gonna see on this blog than my about page is. also, not the most important thing, but I do have memory problems, so i usually use Likes as a way to show myself i've already reblogged/seen something. ff to block if this ain't your rodeo, and welcome aboard if you stay!

#about #also if a political post on this blog is more than 3 years old there's a chance i don't stand by it anymore #i have changed in the past and i will change again as i learn more about people and our world #i'm also a liiiittle suspicious of anybody who hates men just for existing #or makes their lesbianism about Hating Men when it's supposed to be about Loving Women #i had my hater phase too but like. they're just people?#i THINK that about covers it.#long post #oh yeah also i fucking hate Prev Tags with a passion especially after the update

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70eeznutz · 2 years

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i’m gonna make a better intro/pinned post bc fuck it

i interact from @evervirescent, i also run a dragonvale blog @the-obsidian-equinox

about me

pronoun page

you can call me Virescent or Hades

neither are my legal name, Hades is a nickname someone gave me a long time ago bc it sounds similar to my legal name and i realized it works well online

genderfluid she/he/they

(i often get confused if someone switches between different pronouns really fast when referring to the same person if multiple people are being mentioned. also i’m afab so i’m most used to she/her but i really have no preference. i don’t mind if you only use one pronoun for me, especially if that makes it easier for you)

adult (born in 2004)

pacific time zone (california)

white & grew up upper middle class with good parents, so please educate me if there’s something i wouldn’t understand!

autistic

mentally ill, but no personality or psychotic disorders

i do have a few triggers but they’re very specific

as an attempt survivor, i have no tolerance for telling someone to take their own life. it doesn’t matter how universally hated that person might be. if i see someone do this, i will block and report them, unless i can clearly tell it’s a joke. i would also prefer if people don’t make those jokes around me unless i’ve given the okay.

blog content

in theory i can write and draw but i almost never make fan content for anxiety reasons IM DOING IT GUYS!! IM GODDAMN DOING IT!!

i usually just post memes or talk about xfohv and algebralians a normal amount

i might talk or reblog about other object shows too. occasionally.

i try to tag things that may be uncomfortable or triggering but i do not do a perfect job. if you need me to tag something please leave a reply to the post in question

sometimes I misspell words or use slang and abbreviations that likely won’t work in a translator, so if you would like me to write something in a way that’s easier to translate, just let me know!

i don’t kin or simp for any characters but i can project onto them really really hard

my favorite posts will be tagged with #pinned to the fridge

my favorite ships are sevensix, 4X, nineflop, and three x five

i also love queerplatonic eight x ten

if you want to know the exact details of everything i ship and in what ways you can go to #xfohv ship chart but be warned as i use homestuck concepts

you can repost my memes just don’t claim they’re yours (i actually get excited when i see smth i made somewhere else)

on the topic of discourse/etc (don’t worry!)

i try my best to keep an open mind and see from the perspective of all sides of various topics

i will not disclose my stance on any topics because i want to keep my blog discourse free, and i also want to interact with people of different opinions so i can privately learn and understand everyone better. this does still mean i have sides i agree and disagree with, but these aren’t set in stone and aren’t relevant right now.

i believe no one actually wants to be the bad guy and most people are only trying to help, so we should all work together to find out how to help as many people as we can. we should discuss instead of argue, and mutually work toward fully understanding these topics

i will still block people who go out of their way to harass or attack others ESPECIALLY if they encourage harm on anyone

needless to say, i have no DNI, but you still might not want to follow me if you’re not comfortable with the above information. i don’t want anyone to be uncomfortable here.

this post may be updated in the future if i think of something i want to add but for now that’s it

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poedameronthighs · 2 years

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Hey everyone! I've had this blog for several months now and I'm only just getting around to do this hahaha oops

This blog is my sideblog for posting and reblogging reader x content and it is an 18+ only blog. MINORS DNI.

I follow from @dameronalone

All the goods are below the cut ;)

Requests:

Always feel free to drop in with any of your own thoughts/headcanons/

Headcanons - OPEN FOR ANYONE

Prompt lists - OPEN as long as I've reblogged one in the past like week

Drabble requests - ONLY if we're moots

Rules:

(going to briefly mention some heavy topics in point 6)

Always check to see if requests are open. They are always open to mutual but not always to everyone else

I reserve the right to say no. If I do so, please do not repeatedly ask for something. If you send in an anonymous ask and don't get a response, do not send another ask of the same time

reader will always be autistic/adhd disabled because I am autistic/adhd disabled. Most of the characters I write for, I write as autistic/adhd disabled. This is non-negotiable

I mostly write gn!reader, with afab!gn!reader for most of the smuts I write, but I also write tranmasc, fem, and masc readers. But by default I typically write gn!reader. I also never use y/n. If the reader has a nickname I will put it in the A/N

PLEASE preface any request with tw/cw for any content that could be questionable

ABSOLUTELY preface any request with tags regarding: sui, self-harm, SA, physical, emotional, mental abuse, especially having to do with family, child abuse, and ableism.

If you send anything regarding those topics or any other heavy topic without warnings, I will block you

Do not spam ask. I see everything I get in my inbox but a lot of times it will take me a day or two to answer it if it's a request because I don't always have the spoons for it. This blog is first and foremost a way for me to have fun and I'm not going to break my back for it

The block button is my friend. Please don't take it personally if you find I've blocked you

Don't information mine. I'm not here to educate you about disability. Don't question my theories. They're my theories you don't have to agree. Do NOT come onto my posts and disagree with my headcanons. What the fuck. I will block you. Make your own post. I am not here to defend myself to strangers on the internet I am here to have fun. I have even been called fun by some people that know me

DNI with any tagged with my self-ship tag unless you're a mutual it makes me very uncomfortable and I will block you

If you have a request for a character you're not sure if I write for or would like a clarification OR want to run an idea by me before requesting it, just shoot me a dm :)

I know I sound pretty harsh up there but I'm just taking care of myself & curating my own internet experience. basically as long as you aren't a jerk to me you're welcome to be here <3

Now to the fun stuff!

Fandoms/Characters

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Cassian Andor

Bix Caleen

Din Djarin

Jyn Erso

Moon Knight

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Steven Grant

Layla el-Faouly

Triple Frontier

Santiago Garcia

Frankie Morales

Benny Miller

Will Miller

Marvel

Loki

Sylvie

The list may change as my interests do but you can never go wrong with Poe Dameron (or another Oscar character)

Any characters that are italicized are my preference in each fandom. For moon knight, I like them all equally

MASTERLIST

#poedameronthighs masterpost #comm signals

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slothdoctor · 23 days

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Rules and Muse (for mobile users!)

Hello hello! I am Rain (they/them), 26, have been writing on tumblr for 10 years :D Thank you so much checking out my blog and my silly angel :D *art by me. Side-blog to @luciferain, Lucifer rp blog.

Rules and Muse pages are under read more!

Hello, I’m Rain (NB, 26, they/them). I have been roleplaying on tumblr for the past decade, and had picked up muses from different fandoms before, and newest has been Hazbin Hotel/Hellaverse :D I’m here to write and have fun, and hopefully make friends to write cute stuff/angst/horrors with. So, the rules will be basic:

IC =/= OOC. Belphegor's opinions are not my own. Sometimes evil characters and actions will be portrayed and tagged accordingly, and sometimes I might write some characters as evil when they are more nuanced in canon–it’s all to the have fun.

I do not condone harassment over someone writing fiction. Real people come first. I will block if it the sensitive subject is too much for me, that’s that.

Don’t reblog threads or headcanons you are not a part of, please. Unless I tag it “ok to reblog”.

Please tag real-life images with nudity, blood, gore and such in general.

Do not force sexual acts on my muse.

To be on the same page with our headcanons / world-building, feel free to plot with me :D Duplicates/self-inserts/OCs etc are all welcome!

That’s it, thank you so much for reading!

MUSE;;

Headcanons and muses mentioned in backstory can be changed to match my rp partner’s headcanons and worldbuilding. This is just the default state we can build up on. —Plus, once canon Bel comes, the blog will most likely go through an overhaul :D

Name: Belphegor

Title: Queen of Sloth, The Deadly Sin of Sloth, Administrator of Sloth Hospitals, Professional Headache for Mammon

Age: Older than Hell.

Gender: None, but likes to present in a very feminine way, and prefers she/her pronouns.

Sexual Orientation: A mess. (Pan, most likely.)

Relationship Status: Has been a hopeless romantic even back in Heaven, never managed to be in a relationship despite her wish.

Height: As tall as the other sins (Lucifer does not count :D)

History: She was once an angel of ethereal beauty and kindness. Spending her time with her herbs and medicine, hoping for the fairytale romance. Always looking for shortcuts, to heal the ones she loved as effortlessly as possible Pink has always been her color, and she dressed up for every occasion. A friendly, joyful presence, she was on good terms with the fellow angels, though she had always been closer with Lucifer’s inner circle.

Crushing on Lucifer, she got closer to his best friend Mammon to get a chance and know about this elusive archangel. When Lucifer abandoned everyone to be with Lilith, she was left behind, spending her time with Mammon, Beelzebub and others.

During the battle following the trial to judge Lucifer and Lilith for giving Eve the apple, she avoided getting involved at first, but seeing her friends bleeding and hurt made her act to support and heal them, causing her to be cast out of Heaven with Lucifer, Mammon and others.

After the fall, with the Root of All Evil’s influence, her transformation was rapid. Once a mostly humanoid angel, now she was a the mother demon of the Sloth Ring, her feathered wings turning draconic, her little horns growing bigger. Her magic shaped the Sloth ring and brought the candleheads, the goat demons native to Sloth.

Her Sloth is not lack of work but lack of care, and she spent the past ten thousand years building her enterprises. Hospital, medicine, drugs. She treats her workers well, but never dictates long or “normal” work hours. Her people are encouraged work as little as possible, and it translates into longer wait times for all procedures other than emergencies.

She is the main provider of all drugs, but her most sought after drugs are sleep pills and “happy” pills, antidepressants. She is still a kind soul deep down, and wants to help others.

Over the years, her best friend had been Mammon, and they both affected each other. She is greedy, wanting to earn as much as possible, while she made Mammon lazier. She knows she owes some of her success to Mammon’s mentorship, and cares about him… But would not act on it. They usually spend their time together watching shitty reality TV at Belphegor’s home. Since Belphegor does not see the point in anything, she never confronted Mammon on his treatment of Fizzarolli, despite knowing the imp and caring about him almost like a son. Due to how much Greed and Sloth spend time together, and their bickering, there are rumors, and Belphegor jokingly calling Mammon her husband does not help.

She is on good terms with her fellow sins, though Satan would not regard her highly due to her nature as Sloth, and she is angry at Lucifer for not accepting help with his mental health.

She still wishes for her fairytale ending, but thinks it is too late for her. She is not comfortable with her looks, and she would rather drown her sorrows in work. Her full-demonic form hasn’t been unlocked yet, and if she is under huge stress or another strong emotion, her transformation is grotesque and painful, making her go into hiding till it is over.

Hopelessness and sorrow can make her go all monochrome/gray and her candle gets snuffed.

#{rules}#{muse}

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