#okay i hate to do this but i’m going to make a sideblog and you might have to resend in this ask?

[hcguesstheauthormessageboard]

HERO NAME: triad voide anon, Voide, didn't I see something over there?

CIVILIAN NAME: you'll find out if i decide to come off anon

PRONOUNS: he/they (no preference, uses both)

POWER(S): eldritch void magic, transformations, invisibility/becoming a shadow/vanishing from sight, distractions an delusions, can be hidden in plain sight or have big flash drama kid moments depending on the situation. time magic but in a 'he can buy himself 20 mins if he absolutely needs to' kind of way. mostly time is just weird around him, lengthening or shortening or distoring into odd things. this is sometimes helpful.

GUILD/AFFILIATION: no affiliations; not quite a vigilante, more of a lone wolf, but mostly working for good, or what working definition of good makes sense to the void. works in the background a lot to support other heroes bc they're very good at spying an overhearin stuff. can do recon an intel work that way.

CONNECTIONS: cares deeply for the other heroes an just wants to help them if they can. unsure if they'd count anyone as friends as their state of being makes the idea of friends a bit weird but they're very fond of them all regardless!

WHY YOU’RE HERE: he found the place by accident after he got eldritched; he was walking through the streets, trying to get a handle on the void spiralling through his body, when he found the speakeasy an the other heroes. the idea of being a superhero with his powers was a strange thing to sit with, because he'd never thought of himself as very heroic. he had a vision of what that looked like but it didn't look like the heroes he found at the speakeasy. that was what made him feel at home, an so he stayed when someone offered him a drink, an he mostly just lives there now. well, 'lives' is a weird way of saying it for a void creechur but, well. you know. it took him a while to work out how he could be heroic an help everyone else but once he figured that out, that's what he dedicated all his energy to.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: mostly looks like just some guy when out of uniform - hoodies, jeans, trainers, you'd never pick them out of a crowd an that's how they like it. as Voide, it's black trousers, leather knee-high boots with a flat, quiet heel, swishy half-circle waist-length cape with a gold trim, carnivale mask, an a black top hat. the mask's style, shape, an colors change depending on their mood an what they're trying to portray. far-too-ornate silver dagger is holstered to their waste but it isn't sharp an doesn't really do anything other than look pretty. they're extra but in a 'likes to hide as a shadow as a default' kind of way. build is 5ft 7, slightly chubby around the middle, white skin, face is unknown; void doesn't care about the container, it can do whatever it likes. if you see their face it's too late you are about to become void. current age is unknown, but was mid-30s before eldritchtification. the void is ageless.

ADDITIONAL NOTES: doesn't speak often but when he does, he speaks in triad verse (three lines, doesn't have to rhyme, doesn't have to be haiku, but the rhythm is important). this is also true of his writing style. always in groups of three lines. is sometimes just there. no one knows why. got their powers triggered after a deep dive into chaos magick that led them to look for a specific book, found it in one of those 'there when you need it, disappears once you leave' bookshops, where he found exactly what he was looking for an became whatever he is now. knows a lot of weird an obscure knowledge about things. hums to himself a lot as a comfort thing. what does he hum? whatever tune is the current earworm. has a void-decorated infinity cube on him as a fidget toy/meditation aid/method of accessing his void self.

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#superhero speakeasy #okay i hate to do this but i’m going to make a sideblog and you might have to resend in this ask? #luckily through the powers of the internet you should be able to just ctrl+c and ctrl+v #triad voide anon poster

[crimson-rain-smoked-flower]

I’m not trying to attack you, but do you know that proshipper means someone who supports and romanticizes pedophilia, incest, and abuse? Your reblog on that post seems to read that you think antis just hate on people for having ships they don’t like. But it’s completely different than that. Just looking on the proshipper side of Tumblr and the internet and you can see people happily shipping children and adults and making nsfw content of such things.

i appreciate that you're not being outright hostile, but i have to say, that on its own put you above basically every anti i've interacted with.

i understand where antis are coming from, i really do. there are a lot of things on the internet that make me deeply uncomfortable, including the minor/adult ships that you mention. i don't want to anything to do with those kinds of ships and i would be happiest if i never saw them again. which is why i'm proship.

nine times out of ten, if i see that kind of ship brought up on my dash, it's because i was following an anti without realizing it, and they brought it up unprompted and untagged, to talk about how bad it is that they exist. they are the ones putting that kind of content in front of my face and making it harder to avoid.

the thing about people who ship those ships is that they're generally very aware that not everyone wants to see that kind of content, and so they tag it. they make sideblogs to talk about it. they don't go out of their way to shove it in people's faces. that means i, and everyone else who doesn't like it, can avoid it.

what antis want is for it to not exist at all. they want the tags to be purged and blocked, and for anyone who uses those tags to have their accounts deleted. and sure, that might get rid of some of it, but do you know what would happen to the rest? it would stop being tagged. people who don't want to see it wouldn't have the tools to avoid it. this isn't just a hypothetical, that's what's happened any time a fan space has tried to do that.

that's not even getting into the rabbit hole of what should be banned and what shouldn't. obviously any content that depicts real children or real life abuse shouldn't exist and shouldn't be allowed to be posted, but basically any platform that people use already enforces those policies, and there's not much of a slippery slope to go down there. if it involves real living breathing people being abused, it's bad. end of discussion.

but the same can't be said for fiction. ask ten antis for a specific list of all the content that should be banned, and you'll get ten different answers. what about kink? what about roleplay? what about horror and murder and anything that involves fictional characters being graphically tortured? what about people using art to process terrible things that have happened to them? what about art that uses dark themes as a horror element? if you just want to ban anything questionable to anyone, that's the line of thinking that gets any mention of lgbt existence banned. and again, this isn't just a hypothetical, this has happened before, and that's generally where it leads.

i know, from personal experience, that antis do, in fact, send harassment to people just for shipping things they don't like. i've gotten accused of absolutely vile shit for shipping two fictional characters who were both consenting adults. i've seen ship wars turn into moral battlegrounds, over ships that an average person wouldn't bat an eye at.

the thing about "romanticization" is a whole other can of worms. the anti logic goes like this: if someone sees something (even if it's very obviously fictional) in a positive light enough times, they will start thinking it's okay in real life, and go on to hurt real people. the problem with that is that it's just. blatantly untrue.

if it were true every horror movie fan would be a serial killer, every person that studies dark media would be an unhinged psychopath, and everyone who is into ddlg would be a pedophile. but they're not. they just aren't. people have directed movies just as fucked up as the darkest shit on ao3, and are still capable of being normal human beings who know right from wrong in real life.

even if someone is that impressionable, scrubbing away the existence of every piece of questionable content isn't going to solve their problem, because they're still going to be vulnerable to con men, scams, and cultists. the only thing that would actually materially help someone like that is developing their own morals and critical thinking.

children are also more impressionable, and there's a lot of content that's not suitable for them, but that doesn't mean that content shouldn't exist. it just means that they should stick to spaces designed for them (which most social media sites, tumblr included, are not) or, if they're old enough to be responsible for their experience online, they, or a trusted adult in their lives, should block and filter out things that they aren't comfortable with.

which is what everyone on the internet should be doing. it's what i do, and it's made the internet a much more pleasant place to be. and it's why i sometimes worry for antis mental health, especially teenagers, because they're being told it's right and moral to seek out content that makes them uncomfortable and to engage with the people making it. and that's just. really bad. it's not good for the creators that they're harassing obviously, but it's also really bad for them! it's not healthy to seek out things that make you feel bad, and it's a terrible internet safety lesson to teach minors that it's okay for them to seek out and engage with people making adult content.

individual harassment and crusading is never going to succeed at removing dark content from the internet. it just isn't. at best you might get a small percentage of people who create that content to stop sharing it, at worst you're just going to make people stop tagging it, and either way, you're exposing yourself to things that make you feel bad, when you don't have to.

if you want to materially change the type of content you see, you can. the block button is your friend, use it liberally. same with content filtering and tag blocking.

#oops this got really long #cd.ask #proship #disk horse #tw pedophila mention #uhhh what to tag #tw shipping discourse #this doesn't even get into the antis that i've seen proudly professing that they care more about fictional characters than real people #because i don't know how to explain to someone that real humans matter more than cartoon characters #or how to avoid content on platforms other than tumblr bc frankly thats a lot of the reason i don't use them #i don't trust an algorithm #also im turning anon off after posting this so if you want to send me hate you cant be a coward about it #also be prepared to get blocked and ignored #the only reason i answered this person is bc they weren't being hostile

[navybrat817]

How does Bucky handle you being sick? 🥺

I may have gone overboard, nonnie. 😂

Sick Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky takes care of you when you get a cold. He also takes care of the guy who may have given you a cold.

Word Count: Over 2.4k

Warnings: Fluff, humor, established relationship, reader has a cold, implied smut, interrogation, Bucky Barnes being a ridiculously wonderful boyfriend in love (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I don't know where this came from. Maybe a bit of inspiration from @inklore here. 😂❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When you had a hard time getting out of bed this morning due to a cold you caught at work, you tried to brush it off. Bucky immediately called in to take a personal day and said he had to take care of you, which forced you to take a sick day as well. It was for the best. You had a tendency to push yourself past your limit some days and he kept you in check.

You snatched a tissue out of the box beside you just in time to sneeze into it. With a pained groan, you scrunched up your face and dropped the tissue into the small pile in your lap. It took you a moment to sip your water, followed by your herbal tea. Though your throat was sore, you had to stay hydrated. You also had to get some rest.

Bucky wouldn’t let you hear the end of it if you didn’t.

“I hate this,” you mumbled to yourself before your boyfriend rushed into the living room to check on you, his piercing eyes searching the room as if to assess a threat.

“I heard you talking, baby. You need to rest your voice,” he said, adjusting the humidifier he set on the coffee table before his concerned gaze snapped back to you. “Wait. Do you need something? Do you not have enough blankets? I can get you more tea. Or I can put something on TV. Shit, where’s the writing pad?”

You tried not to smile as the massive shirtless supersoldier bustled around the room. He hadn’t seen you under the weather since the two of you started dating and you should’ve known he’d make a big deal out of it. Whether it had to do with growing up with Steve who dealt with all sorts of ailments or simply because it was his girlfriend feeling less than stellar, you weren’t sure. Either way, it was endearing to see the former Winter Soldier worked up over you.

He had nothing to worry about though.

“I’m fine,” you croaked before you went into a coughing fit.

Bucky’s eyes widened as he crouched beside you and brought the water back to your lips once you had yourself under control. His brows furrowed when he checked your forehead with his right hand, which made you fall in love with him a little more. You tried to tell him earlier to keep his distance so he didn’t get sick before he gently reminded you that he wasn’t exactly prone to catching colds thanks to the serum.

A silver lining from the pain he had to go through.

“You’re not fine. You’re sick. Well, you’re still 'fine',” he smiled a little, making your heart swell. “I used that in the right context, didn’t I?”

You almost went into another coughing fit as you giggled, the sound huskier and deeper than normal. “Only you would think I’m fine when I’m like this,” you said, reaching up to run your fingers through his silky chestnut hair. He hadn’t brushed it today. Too busy taking care of you. “And I’m not ‘sick’ sick. it’s just a cold.”

“It isn’t just a cold. Not to me,” he said, his jaw clenching as his vibranium fingers curled.

“I’ll be better before you know it,” you assured him, raising an eyebrow as his cheek twitched. “What’s the matter?”

Why is he getting himself worked up?

“I just don’t like you feeling any kind of pain,” he said, leaning up so he could press his lips to your forehead. He huffed as they lingered there. “I wish I could take it away and I can’t.”

It was a sweet sentiment, especially after everything he went through.

“I know you would if you could and it’s okay that you can’t,” you said. You understood where he was coming from though because you didn’t like the idea of him in pain either. He had a heart almost as large as his body and you were lucky to get a single ounce of his love. “Don’t worry, okay?”

“You’re my girl and it's impossible not to worry,” he said, a touch of possession and tenderness seeping into his tone. Belonging to him was as natural as breathing. “But I'll try to relax a bit.”

“As long as you try,” you said as he pressed another kiss to your forehead.

Your head tingled from his lips before you frowned. This close, you could usually get a whiff of his woodsy cologne. Your eyes welled up when you inhaled again and couldn’t smell him, doing your best to blink the tears away so he wouldn't catch them. It was silly that you suddenly missed the comfort of that smell because your nose was acting up.

He didn’t need your tears on top of that.

But, of course, he caught your sad sniffle, which sounded slightly different from your cold sniffle. His body stiffened, like a cobra ready to strike. “Tell me what’s wrong, even if I can’t physically fix it.”

God, I love this man.

“I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I really miss the smell of your cologne,” you told him, your gaze probably nothing short of pathetic as you tilted your head to see his handsome face.

Your breath caught when he looked back at you and brushed a tear away with his thumb. There was nothing but love and adoration in those brilliant eyes of his. It made you feel lighter.

“That’s far from ridiculous because I smell amazing,” he teased, bumping his nose against yours to bring a smile to your face. “How about I spray the blankets after you take a nap and I make you some soup? That way my scent will be there even if you can't smell it.”

Tears clogged your throat as you gave him a nod, committing the moment to memory. You were used to going it alone before he came into your life. He couldn’t take the pain away, but he could make you feel better in ways that mattered to you. That likely comforted him just as much as it soothed you.

“That would be great,” you said, yawning a bit. “Can we watch a movie after my nap?”

“We'll watch whatever you want.”

You pulled him close so he could join you on the couch, knowing that his muscular and warm frame against yours would feel just as comforting and safe as the blanket that covered you. And he relaxed and quickly accepted your wordless invitation to wrap his arms around you, keeping you in his loving embrace. It was home and always would be.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you said, closing your eyes as you nuzzled your head against his bare chest. “I love you.”

“I’ll always take care of you,” he promised, his vibranium hand moving in slow circles along your back as you began to drift off. “I love you, too.”

You let out a happy moan before you said one more thing. “And hunt down the person who gave me this cold, okay?”

With your eyes shut, you didn’t see the determination written all over his face. “You got it, baby.”

You were right as rain and back to work a couple of days later, thanks to Bucky caring for you and some much needed rest. Not even an hour into your shift though, Steve requested for you to meet him in the second lower level. You didn't hide your surprise as that was usually reserved for interrogations.

Which was exactly why he called you down there.

“What's going on?” You asked as you walked into the viewing room. Steve, Sam, Natasha, and Tony all looked your way, but didn't give you any sort of response. “Seriously, what's up?”

“You don't know?” Natasha responded, nodding toward the glass.

You followed her gaze with a gasp as you saw Bucky tower over some blonde male agent in the cell. Your boyfriend was almost unrecognizable with his face devoid of any emotion, dominant and on the edge of terrifying. It was a far cry from the loving side you were privy to, yet you loved this side of him just the same.

“Buck dragged John down here a few minutes ago,” Steve explained in a quiet voice as he punched the bridge of his nose. “Said something about him hurting you.”

You tilted your head as you looked at John, recognizing him after a second due to his punchable face. “Him? No. He didn't hurt me. He just bumped into me the other day in the break room,” you explained. Which wasn't that big of a deal to you, but probably offensive to Bucky. “But he didn't apologize.”

He also had a cold.

Oh, no.

“So, you had nothing to do with this?” Sam asked, chuckling as you lifted your chin.

“No, I didn't,” you replied as you bit your lip. “At least, I don't think I had anything to do with this.”

Your heart raced faster when Bucky pushed the sleeves of his shirt up and gripped John by the collar, the veins in his right arm popping out. You wished you could lick them. Maybe later.

“I know it was you, you piece of shit,” he said, roughly shoving the agent back into his chair. “You got my girl sick.”

Oh, Bucky.

You stared straight ahead as you felt the group collectively look your way, refusing to react under their stares. “Before any of you say another word, this is definitely not my fault,” you stated.

“Of course it isn't,” Natasha smirked. She knew Bucky loved to play the hero on your behalf even though you could take care of yourself. “Just enjoy the show.”

Your mouth fell open as your boyfriend slammed his left fist on the table, leaving a sizable dent as John nearly fell backwards in his chair. This guy was an agent? He was either new to interrogations or simply scared shitless of the former assassin.

Maybe both.

But you ignored him as you shifted your attention back to your beefy, perfect boyfriend.

When you had mumbled for him to find the person who gave you the cold, you didn’t think he’d actually do it. You weren’t sure how he narrowed down to John, but the former assassin was resourceful and you should've known he'd take you seriously. And, fuck, if it wasn’t slightly mortifying on your behalf and hot as hell watching him in action.

“That cold you gave her made her cry. You made my girl cry. Do you know what I do to guys like you who make my girl cry?” Bucky said through his teeth, bringing his fist down on the table again as John flinched and you smiled. With all the strength he possessed, you never had to worry that he'd hurt you. But you couldn't say the same for the frightened agent. “You're about to find out.”

You didn't think you could love Bucky more after he helped you get over your cold, but he proved you wrong.

And you could now add Bucky threatening people to your list of things that made you dreamily sigh and tingle between your thighs.

“Look, I'm sorry. I’m sorry! All I did was bump into her. It was an accident!” John shouted, putting his hands up in surrender and trembling when Bucky stood to his full height and cracked his neck. Your boyfriend waited a beat before he grabbed one of his hands and began to twist, making the agent pale as you bit back a whimper. “Fuck, stop! I won’t even breathe around her again. I’ll hold my breath! Just let me go!”

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?” Tony asked you, taking out his phone to type a quick message as you hummed. Maybe you were enjoying it. How many guys went out of their way to scare someone who possibly gave you a cold? “Does the Manchurian Candidate know how much I’ll have to pay to keep this guy from suing him?”

“We can tell him it was a prank?” Steve suggested, bringing another laugh out of Sam as Natasha shook her head.

Bucky's eyes narrowed as he flung the hand away, his hair falling in his eyes as you held your breath. He looked like a wild animal, untamed and stunning. “I should choke you. Make you see how long you can really hold your breath before you pass out,” he snarled as John rubbed his sore skin.

Steve snuck a glance at you, his cheeks a little pink when you put a hand to your throat. “I don't want to overstep because you're my best friend's girl, but you do know you just moaned, right?” He whispered low enough for only you to hear.

Oops.

“Oh, my god,” you groaned, putting your warm face in your hands to hide your embarrassment for a moment. “Is anyone going to stop him?!”

“Why haven’t you stopped him?” Natasha countered knowingly.

Because I’m too busy thinking of how I’m going to suck his dick so good later that I'll make him see God.

You took a breath as the ache between your legs got stronger and pressed the button beside the glass. “Bucky?”

He swung his head toward the glass and met your gaze even though he couldn’t see you. No matter what, he’d always be able to spot you. “Hey, baby. I found the prick who gave you a cold. Want me to beat the shit out of him?” he bragged as John paled.

“I love you,” you giggled from how sweet and ridiculous he was. “And no. I appreciate you defending me, but I think you can let him go.”

Tony playfully rolled his eyes when Bucky grinned. “Your crazy matches his crazy.”

True.

“Okay. I love you, too,” Bucky said in a light tone, his smile falling the second he looked back at John and smacked the table against the wall with a clang. The agent looked like he was on the verge of passing out. “Next time you see my girl, apologize and walk away. And the next time you have a cold, stay the fuck home or you'll answer to me.”

Yeah. I’m going to suck the soul from his body to thank him for everything the moment we get home.

And maybe the two of you could take another sick day to spend the day in bed.

Totally normal boyfriend, right? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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[the-iceni-bitch]

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝?

Relationship: Ransom Drysdale x Jake Jensen (Gem and Blondie, NLLYL: Before)

Words: ~3.3k

Summary: Ransom doesn’t want to go, but he can’t stay.

Warnings: explicit language, brief mention of m/m sex, ANGST!!!! Angst, angst, angst, angst, angst, homophobia, implied use of the f-slur, dysfunctional family, so much self-hatred. 18+ ONLY (due to the AU)

A/N: You may have been expecting more Kinktober, but apparently it’s Angst-mas. Listen, all of us knew this was coming but that doesn’t make it hurt less. Just remember they both end up where they need to be and that I am so sorry for doing this to all of you 😭

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on my fics follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications.

Ransom took another uncomfortable sip of beer and looked around at all of Jake’s family as he sat next to his boyfriend. It was weird, he was so used to dysfunction and drama that being around so many people who actually seemed happy to be related to each other made his skin crawl. He didn’t know how he was supposed to interact with these people. Even though Jake was sitting right next to him and holding his hand, he felt alone.

That didn’t stop him from smiling like he knew he should be. His thoughts may have been filled with anxiety but his WASP upbringing meant he could put on a good face no matter what. When Jake squeezed his hand he squeezed it back, beaming at his boyfriend even as he wondered at how he could possibly be a part of this man’s life when he was so colossally fucked up. He felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop in relation to him being a terrible person, and he hated it.

“Hey,” Jake’s smile dropped a little when he looked at Ransom’s face, his eyes full of concern which only made Ransom want to throw up. “Are you okay? I know Sam Adams is kind of basic beer, I can run to the store if you want something different.”

“No, I’m fine.” Ransom lied, smiling even wider to hopefully cover for the tightness in his throat. “Everything is great, your family is wonderful.”

Jake was about to say something else, he could tell, but fortunately Jake’s sister chose that moment to stand up with her husband. Her grin was huge and she was bouncing on her toes, and even with his anxiety Ransom couldn’t stop a chuckle when Jake started bouncing too. It took a few minutes for everything to die down and then she was finally able to get out the words she had apparently been holding back all night.

“We’re pregnant!!”

The uproar of pure joy was deafening, and it only got more intense when the sonogram was revealed. Every member of the Jensen clan started hugging each other, some of them even cried. Jake was one of the criers, running to his sister and dragging Ransom behind him until he wrapped her in an enormous bear hug.

Ransom felt a little better now that all the attention wasn’t on him as the boyfriend they’d never met before. Or at least he felt better until he heard the word “uncle” directed at him.

“What?” His mouth was suddenly very dry and his smile felt more forced than ever.

“You’re gonna be ‘Uncle Ransom’. Isn’t that exciting?” Jake’s sister beamed at him until Jake poked her in the arm, shaking her head but still keeping that jubilant smile on her face. “Or… you know, sorry. Mom!!”

The rest of the afternoon was a blur for Ransom. A happy, noisy, gut wrenching blur. He didn’t think he’d actually finished the beer he had been holding, and he was vaguely aware of people moving around him but nothing else registered. All he could think about was how fucking serious things were. Up to a certain point he had already been aware, but that was just with him and Jake. Jake’s entire apparently fantastic family had never entered his mind until that day, and he could not figure out how he was supposed to fit in with all of them. Especially as an uncle. The only uncle he’d known was Walt, and he was just awful. He couldn’t be around kids. He probably shouldn’t even be a part of any sort of functional family.

Before he knew it he and Jake were home. He hated the way his boyfriend was looking at him, like he wanted to stay so happy about his sister’s news but also could tell that Ransom was lost in his fucked up emotions. So he managed to put on a placating smile, ignoring the ache in his stomach and his racing pulse when he told Jake how happy he was about him getting to be a fun uncle. His freakout was saved for when he managed to get in the shower after Jake got ready for bed, sitting on the bottom of the tub and breathing painfully while the hot water washed over him and he tried not to feel like such an utter bastard. All night he obsessed about how he didn’t deserve the man he was sharing his bed with, and how much easier things would be if he could bring himself to either talk to Jake or just leave.

It was like that for the next two weeks. Ransom’s cheeks hurt from all the fake smiling and acting cheerful each night when he went to bed. The only time he seemed able to relax was when he and Jake were having sex, and even then he felt like he was being an asshole for trying to distract himself with his boyfriend’s body, so he tried not to do it unless Jake was adamant about it. He knew Jake could tell something was wrong, and as much as he loved the man for knowing that asking would just make Ransom more stubborn, he almost wished the blond would just do it. Maybe if he finally broke down things could get better.

But he didn’t really want to break down. Ransom knew himself, he wasn’t a man who thrived on deep and meaningful conversations. He couldn’t believe how grateful he was when he got an invitation to some boring party for Linda’s real estate firm. A year and a half without a word from his mother or anyone else in his family and all of a sudden he was invited to some fancy soirée out of the blue. Yeah, he hated his family, but he hated what he was feeling around Jake right now even more. He even considered just telling Jake he was going and then drinking himself to oblivion in some random hotel, but he did miss Harlan, and if the old man was going to be there, hopefully Ransom could get his grandfather to talk some sense into him.

“You’re sure you don’t want me to go, Gem?” Jake looked so earnest and sweet while he helped Ransom with his tie and it made him feel like the slimiest douche in the world. “I’m pretty charming. You could introduce me as your ‘roommate’.”

“I’m sure, Jake.” Ransom couldn’t even bring himself to call Jake by his nickname, he hated himself. “Trust me, aside from the food and the open bar, it’s going to suck massively.”

“Okay.” Jake leaned up to peck Ransom on the lips and he couldn’t stop himself from pulling the blond closer for just a moment. “Call me if you need a ride.”

Ransom promised he would, kissing Jake deeply for some unknown reason and looking into his eyes before saying goodbye. It felt painful and he couldn’t figure out why, like it was somehow more permanent and he wasn’t going to be home in just a few hours.

The hotel was sufficiently swanky for what he knew his mother’s expectations would be. He was even more glad that he hadn’t let Jake tag along, handing the valet the keys to that ancient jeep would have been especially awkward. There were so many blue bloods packed into the ballroom that Ransom could practically smell the old money, and he wasn’t impressed. While he was scowling and trying to get his bearings his mother found him, immediately making a stress headache begin behind his left eye.

“Hello Ransom.” God, he’d forgotten how fake the woman was. That smile was showing far too many teeth. “Thank you so much for coming. How have you been?”

“You’re really going to act like you care, mother?” Ransom let her embrace him since he didn’t feel like making a scene, but he hated every second of it. “Where’s Harlan?”

“Your grandfather wasn’t feeling his best so he’s resting at home.” Linda refused to let go of his arm when he stepped back. “But I’m very glad you’re here. There’s someone I want you to meet. This is Sloane Hargreaves.”

Linda gestured to a young woman who looked like every social climber’s wet dream, with eerily straight and white teeth and not a single blonde hair on her head out of place. She was attractive, but her eyes were sharp and cunning, like she was constantly assessing how she could maneuver a situation to her advantage. Everything about her presence put Ransom on edge, especially when she shook his hand and she let out a laugh that was just shy of shrill.

“Yeah, nice to meet you.” Ransom had to yank his hand away from her. Pretty or not she was freaking him out. “If Harlan isn’t I’m going to head home, Linda. There’s no reason for me to be here.”

“Nonsense. It’s not like you have someone to go home to.” Oh, he did not like the way Linda’s eyes glittered when she said that. “Be a gentleman and escort this lonely young lady for the night. What could it hurt?”

Aside from his patience he couldn’t come up with anything, so he just shrugged and let the bourgeois waif wind her arm through his. The way she was clinging to him didn’t help him relax at all, nor did the constant inane chatter. That combined with the cloud of Chanel No. 5 that hovered around her made his headache even worse. All he wanted was to go drink and forget about his fucked up family and the boyfriend to whom he was scared to commit.

He didn’t even know how long it had been before Sloane finally left him alone to go to the ladies room, but it was far too long. Ransom was on the far side of the room from the exit, but he still tried to make a break for it, cursing to himself under his breath when his mother intercepted him with that same, phony smile on her face.

“Now now, why are you rushing off so soon?” Linda sank her claws into his arm and steered him towards a secluded table. “I haven’t talked to you in so long and you’re already leaving.”

“Who’s fault is that?” He took the scotch she handed him and downed it in one gulp. “Why did you even bother inviting me here?”

“What, I can’t miss my son?” Linda scoffed when he just scowled at her, tapping her manicured nails against the tabletop with irritation. “Fine. Your grandfather has been talking about missing you quite a bit and is adamant about letting you back into the family. He’s gotten the idea in his head that you must have made something of yourself if you haven’t come back begging on your knees by now.”

“What’s the catch?” Ransom snorted when she tried to look coy. “C’mon, Linda. There’s no way you’d be thinking of letting me back in if there wasn’t something in it for you.”

“You’re too goddamn smart for your own good.” She muttered under her breath and shook her head before addressing him again. “I know, Ransom.”

“You know?” Ransom chuckled a few times before freezing when he saw the smug look on her face. “What do you know?”

“I know about your… god, I can’t even call it a job.” Linda sneered when Ransom seemed to shrink in on himself, leaning forward as she went in for the kill. “Not just a sex worker, but a sex worker for fa…”

“Stop.” If he had to hear that word come out of her mouth he would start crying, and he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. “Just stop.”

“You have your disgusting job, your piece of shit apartment, and that little boy toy you’ve been fooling around with.” She tutted when Ransom buried his face in his hands and groaned. “It’s ridiculous and uncouth. I’ll not have you parading your vulgar plaything around in front of the family or our friends.”

“They're not my friends, mother.” He felt like he was going to be sick. “He’s not a toy, I love him.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, no you don’t.” Linda sipped on her wine while she watched her son crumble in front of her without an ounce of sympathy. “You love money and being a damn pain in the ass, and as much fun as you might have introducing that fruit to society, I won’t have it. Break it off.”

“No.” Ransom shook his head and barely kept his feet as he tried to hold back a panic attack. “I don’t want to come back if I have to leave him.”

“Oh really?” She cocked her head as she gazed at him with those predatory eyes. “You come back and date that pretty, sweet blonde girl who was hanging on your arm all night and I’ll pay for everything.” When she saw Ransom go completely still she knew she had him. “I have a house all ready for you just a half an hour from Harlan’s, that gorgeous vintage BMW you always wanted, and you’ll get to be part of an important family again. All the parties, all the events, and status. Tell me you don’t want it.”

Ransom felt like the bottom just dropped out of his world. He couldn’t do this. He was a bastard but not that big of a bastard. But he was a bastard. He was dysfunctional and repressed. He was in love with Jake but he was terrified of what that meant. He didn’t know how he could possibly fit into that man’s life and make him as happy as he deserved, because Ransom knew that he didn’t deserve the happiness that Jake did. It could be better if he let him find his own way now, before he had the chance to hurt him even worse. Ransom should only be around assholes, he always knew it, the fact that he was considering this just confirmed it.

By the time he climbed into a cab to go back to the apartment he was drunk. Miserable and drunk. The pool of self pity he was wallowing in was so deep he couldn’t see the bottom. He couldn’t even find his keys, he had to have Jake buzz him up.

“Hi gem, how was it?” Jake turned around on the couch to greet him and his face immediately fell. “Oh Ransom…”

“I can’t… I can’t do this.” Ransom couldn’t bring himself to look at Jake, leaning against the wall and sinking to the floor as he buried his face in his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh baby, no.” Jake jumped over the back of the couch and went to sit in front of Ransom on the floor. “Don’t apologize, you never have to apologize to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Me, I’m what’s wrong.” Ransom was choking on his words but was determined to not look like the terrified little boy he felt like. “I’m too fucked up for this. I’m too fucked up for you. I can’t give you what you want.”

“All I want is you, Ransom.” Jake reached out to him and flinched when Ransom recoiled. “Just you, that’s it.”

“No it isn’t. How the fuck could it be?” Ransom could hear the pain in Jake’s voice but couldn’t stop now. “You want the family outings and to be ‘uncle Jake’ and domestic bliss. I can’t do that shit, Jake. I can hardly be in the same room as kids, much less have any of my own.”

“Ran…” Jake saw the tears falling from Ransom’s eyes and he lost it, sobbing and gripping Ransom’s hand in spite of the man trying to pull away. “As long as we fucking talk to each other we can make it. You don’t have to do this. I know you feel like you fucking do because yes, your family is that fucked up, but you don’t. I’m here for you, for whatever you need. I love you.”

“I…” Ransom wanted to tell him he didn’t love him, but that was such a fucking lie it got caught in his throat. “I have to go, Jake. I need to leave. I should be back with my family.”

“I can be your family, Ransom.” Jake couldn’t stop himself from pulling Ransom close and wrapping his arms around him. “My family can be your family. You deserve to be loved, to have a family that cares about you. I promise Ransom, you deserve the world. Please believe me.”

“I… I can’t.” Ransom finally crumbled and wept as he embraced Jake in turn. “I’m sorry, I just can’t. I want to, but I can’t. Jake, I have to go back.”

“Ransom,” both of them were a mess but that didn’t stop Jake from kissing Ransom like he was his last breath of air. “I love you so much, goddamn it. I am not going to make you stay, but you should, you can. God, please fucking stay.”

Ransom kissed him back. It was desperate, full of longing and pain. He wished the world would end before the kiss would, but then he had to breathe and reality came crashing around him. His eyes met Jake’s again and he saw the last glimmer of hope die, and he hated himself for killing it.

“I love you, Jake Jensen.” Ransom kissed Jake’s forehead and rose to his feet, staggering towards the door so he could spend the night somewhere else where he wouldn’t have to see the suffering on the face of the man he loved. “But I don’t deserve you. You’ll find someone better, I know you will.”

“Ransom, fuck, just wait.” Jake ran after him and grabbed his wrist to turn him back around. “I’m not stopping you, and I’m not going to tell you that this isn’t the most painful thing anyone has ever put me through, but I’m not going to fucking hate you. You can try all you want, but I love you, I’ll always fucking love you, and all I want is for you to be happy. If it can’t be with me, it should be with someone amazing. Don’t let your family fuck you up any worse, okay?”

“Goddamn it, don’t be such a fucking grownup, Jake.” Ransom had to stop himself from kissing the man again, wrenching himself out of Jake’s grip and running a hand through his hair. “You can keep all my shit. You should forget my number. Goodbye.”

As soon as the door closed behind him he felt his heart freeze over, the sound of Jake’s muffled sobs washing over him as he called himself a cab and went down the stairs. He managed to keep it together for the next week, his face stony and his jaw clenched as he let his mother get him set up in the new house. He even went on a date with the daughter of the upper crust family Linda foisted on him, and Christ was she boring.

It wasn’t until he was moved in, the furniture still wrapped in plastic and a few boxes left to unpack, before he let himself grieve who he’d lost and what he had done to the man he loved, collapsing on the floor and sobbing violently as the moon rose through the trees surrounding his new home. Jake was wrong, he was an absolute and total bastard who deserved nothing but unending pain for the rest of his life. So he let himself feel it, determined to never let go of the anguish that he had brought on himself.

#natalie writes #no love like your love: before #jake jensen #ransom drysdale #gem and blondie #jake jensen x ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x jake jensen #m/m fanfic #angst #chris evans characters #eighteen plus

[crowboss-whore]

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❏. intro -

Hello! Please read this post before adventuring any further <3

❏. about -

My name is Crow. As stated in my quick bio right beneath my profile picture, I go by they/them and I'm 19! I'm deep within the AroAce spectrum but the ones I closely identify with are Demiromantic and Asexual! I go by Pacific Standard Time (PST)! Some might know it better as UTC - 8, however.

I am a college student! So please refrain from spamming me unless I consider you my mutual!

Hello! This is also a sideblog! Tumblr is too pussy to let sideblogs engage in interactions, so if you see someone by the name @uwak-uwak-uwak-uwak that would be my main! Tumblr :) Let me interact with people as my sideblog you pussy fucks <3

❏. rules -

Please don’t harass me about updates on fanfics. I have stuff outside of tumblr and outside of writing. It’s okay if you’re politely asking but don’t pester me about it.

Please use tone tags. I struggle with reading tones over messages. While I am not quick to temper, I still would appreciate them and I'm sure many others would too.

Do not, and I repeat, do not bring controversial topics up in my ask box. I cannot handle that stress! So religion, politics, or my outlook on certain things. I cannot handle the stress that comes with that so I ask for you to refrain from asking. My blog is existing because it's where I can escape from that stuff. This is a fun and nifty place! So do not ruin that for me.

Hate will be deleted. I see no point in harboring it whatsoever. If you have an issue with me, talk to me about it in a civil manner. I'm a person, not a robot. Don't be a dick.

This is a safe space! I don't tolerate bullshit that hurts people. This correlates to the one above; this is a safe space for the LGTBQ+ community. Do not ruin that. I will personally out you if you do! And if you do it on anon, I will point and laugh because there is no reason for you to be an asshole to another person who simply is being a heart.

NSFW is okay— to some extent. If it’s out there out there, I won’t touch it lmao. But sex jokes are funny and I’m okay if you come into my asks and go “I want [character] to throw me over their shoulder and…” yeah yeah. I’m pretty lax with NSFW stuff— sexual or gore— because 1) sex things are kinda funny to me and 2) I love gore.

DO NOT come into DMs if I do not consider you a mutual. I can promise you that you'll know if I consider you a mutual or not.

Do not ask for my discord, that is uncomfortable.

Do not repost my art anywhere. That is final. I only post my art here, on my Instagram and Tiktok, Screeching_Crow_, and on Twitter, Screeching_Crow. I don't use my twitter as much, it's only there so people don't impersonate me. If you repost it elsewhere, I am coming for you. Lock your fucking doors.

Add warnings if you're sending in a drabble or a headcanons or if you're sending in brain-rot and there are themes that should be warned. I do not care if you don't find it triggering. Some people do.

If we’re not mutuals, please refrain from calling me pet names. “Love” and “Dear” are alright! But anything else it makes me uncomfortable.

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basic dni material (p*dophiles, racist, transphobic, etc.)

those who invalidate triggers

romanticize any form of mental illnesses

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Thank You! :D

#Intro post #intro page #Crow Talks ࿓ #Crow Caws ❤︎ ༄

[fagcrisis]

💀 here to vent about niche starwar drama sorry in advance. one of the most popular blogs in this book series community is practically inescapable if you want to go into the tags or engage with the series in any meaningful way like almost no one who talks about those books is not part of their circle. BUT. the kicker. they also had/have a big obi/kin sideblog which used to be in their bio but they took it out bc “it’s not really a big part of how I engage in the fandom” which I mean you have a whole blog for it but okay? but it makes me feel so crazy that there’s nobody I can talk to about this series bc almost everyone is either positive or neutral on stuff like that. also this blogger’s url is [firstnamelastname] of my favorite character from that series and it incites vicious “you don’t deserve to have raymond on your island” feelings in me every time I see it. also they’ve posted a few bad takes but not enough so it makes me feel bad to hate them with the vitriol I do. but I do hate them so so much. I blocked and tried to move on but brother I’m not moving on. you don’t need to post this btw it’s like ant drama basically the way it’s so small

no i love ant drama i get that so much when i was into scp there was this group of bloggers i haaated and u literally could not fucking talk abt scp without them showing up it was crazy. i feel ur pain

#rumini a zúzmaragyarmaton

[cooper-magnolia]

Hello! I’m Cooper! He/They/It/Faer, 15, licensed pokémon shelter official, from Galar, Shaymin chosen, and Naranja-Uva student.

I also have tamato the charizard, marley the zoroark, shaymin, a family abra, buddy the half hisuian Growlithe, Sprout the service sprigatito, itty bitty the bayleaf, my two rotoms riley and alvin, Zorueevee, an alpha eevee, Ponyfant and a runerigus that ran away from my biological mother

I’m mostly just here to hang out and scream into the void i guess lmao

oh i’m doing the gym challenge in paldea rn 👍

what else should i put here,,

ooc info under the cut, whatever that means

OOC: Hey there! This is a PKMN IRL RP sideblog! General Unreality warning both for this being fiction and also because this character specifically has some derealization issues. Also warning for religious trauma, it might show up on this blog. I will try to tag anything potentially triggering that I post on here just in case but as a warning those are the two worst reoccurring themes on here I’m pretty sure.

With that out of the way, I’m Cooper! This character started out as a self insert almost a year ago when i first joined this community but they quickly became.. Not that. We still share an age, (kinda) pronouns, name, and some other things lol. But he’s very separate from me compared to when I first made this blog. I did already mention this earlier but just to be specific NO NSFW PLEASE!! Both mod and muse are minors.

Also, I’m not super active on rotomblr, I use gliscord for pkmn irl rp more often so you’ll probably see me more on there lol

DNI:

Terfs

NSFW blogs

Dream apologists

MAPs

Rules:

Pelipper Mail and Magic Anons are okay but please do not go overboard! Don’t send like. Entire severed limbs or anything. Hate that I have to specify that. For magic anons I’ll accept things like water getting dumped on the muse but most of the time I won’t accept anything that directly changes the canon. (Example: Magic anon that turns you into a rat for the next 5 asks) If heavy plot things are happening or i just don’t think it would make sense to get an anon at a specific time, I’ll save it for later and respond to it when I can!

Pls no godmoding. If you’re gonna do something with your characters that will have a specific direct effect on my character during an interaction between them. (Like. Please ask before stabbing him again.)

That’s all I can remember for now, Have a great day! (yippee i finally finished redoing the pinned post)

oh, and i might be adding arc tags at some point :]

#pkmn irl #cooper magnolia #pokemon irl #irl pokemon #pokemon #pokemon art #pokemon blog #pokemon in real life #pokemon oc #pokemon roleplay #pokemon rp #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sword #pokemon swsh #pokemon unreality #real pokemon #pkmn #Spotify

[spxcemuses]

RULES.

Hello everyone, I'm Space and welcome to my semi-selective multimuse blog! My rules are listed below, make sure to read them before interacting/following! UPDATED: 2/21/2024 and WILL change with time.

GENERAL:

Age: I am a legal adult (22) and I RP with people who are 18 and older due to darker themes explored directly or indirectly on this blog, no exceptions.

"Personal" Blogs: AKA non-RP blogs on Tumblr. I have decided that I will block you regardless on if you like and/or interact with my posts. This is because I am a RP blog, which is different than a fiction/fan-blog, etc. Nothing against you or what you post, it's just for my own sanity. The only exception I'll make is if you are a RP hub blog and/or have RP sideblogs.

General: This blog is semi-selective, which means I am more open to mutuals and people I know. We don't have to be mutuals to write together, though. I have the right to not accept every RP. I may take a while to follow you back. Reblog memes/gif sets/etc. from the source instead of me please; I don't practice "reblog karma". Will block bots, minors, and non-RP blogs.

OOC Communication: I consider it important when it comes to discussing RP ideas and continuing/dropping threads. You don't have to be friends/etc. with me if you don't want to but I'm relatively chill to talk to! Discord is available to mutuals upon request!

Rules Passwords: I used to have a rules password but realized that a lot of people are anxious about sending them in and/or don't have them, so I will not have one. However, I will send rules passwords if you require them. I expect you to read/follow my rules if you plan to interact with me.

Turning Asks Into Threads: I am usually okay with asks turning into threads, no matter how long or short. However, I would like it if you asked me either in IMs or an ask to continue into a thread, especially if we have more than 3 threads.

Reply Speed: My reply speed is slow (usually a few weeks/a month) and varies depending on the muse/character you wish to write with. I have most of my posts set within the queue system. Please note that I may not write a muse you want/desire at any given point in time. If it's been 3+ months since I've replied, please pop into my IMs/Discord and remind me if you want! I'll also DM you to ask if you want to continue a thread or not.

Interest Tracker/Checker: [TBA].

Drama/Callouts: I do not tolerate OOC bigotry/drama on this blog and will hard-block people if those situations come up. I’m also anti-callout unless there’s legitimate evidence but even then, I make my own decisions/judgements. I don’t need/want people to ‘warn’ me about others in my inbox; this isn’t middle school anymore.

DNI: Speaking of drama, this is a new section I'm adding for my own safety and comfort. Do not interact with me if you go by these aliases: Aku/Grim*, Loke/Wards, Legend, Arke/Mocha, Hearty, Kier, Rosario/Whitley, Slurk, Shiloh/Spork, Boogey, Marrow, Stols, Mars, Skeptic, Pucca [tba if neccessary]. I have chosen to block these people out of my own choice, even if I did/didn't know them in the past or have RPed with them. I don't have ill-will against the people I've listed; I decided this because some have call-outs (most with legitimate evidence) and are considered problematic. That and I just don't feel comfortable interacting w/these people; it's that simple. Do not come at me to defend them or send hate to me about them; I choose whom I interact with. I will not be upset at you if you interact with or associate with these people (again, can't control whom others write with), but I want to avoid them as much as I can, thank you.

Unfollowing/Blocking: I usually softblock people for a myriad of reasons, but you're more than welcome to follow back if I've softblocked you and you want to write again/etc.. I don't mind if you ask me why I've softblocked you/etc. but I expect you to respect my decisions & be civil about it. If you want to cut ties with me entirely, hard-block me instead so I don't accidentally pester you and think that a Tumblr glitch happened or something. I hard block if you're problematic (and there's evidence/personal interactions) or if you've personally been rude/harassing to me.

ROLEPLAYING/INTERACTIONS:

Muse ≠ Mun: I am not my characters; the majority of my muses are antagonists/villains with bad morals. I do not support/condone the actions of my muses in any manner IRL. I will not “water down” my muses for you.

Triggers: There will be potentially triggering topics (directly or indirectly) on my blog. I will tag things accordingly with "trigger tw/trigger mention tw". I also have fandom-based tags that you may block. The list is HERE. Things I won't RP: bestiality/zoophilia, pedophilia, abortion/miscarriages, [TBA].

Writing: I am a RPer who writes 1-3 paragraphs in third person but can go longer if motivation calls for it. You do not have to match my length, but do not give me one-liners/just dialog when I give you a paragraph; that’s simply not fair. I will likely drop a thread if that happens unless it’s short from the start.

Interactions: This blog is crossover friendly, AU friendly, and OC friendly! I don't RP in Tumblr IMs nor RP w/personal blogs. My ask box is always open too, so feel free to send things in!

Dropping Threads: If you at any time want to drop a thread, feel free to but IM/message me first so I can remove it from RPThreadTracker and plan new interactions. I will likely do the same.

Plotting/Winging It: When it comes to RPs, I usually like to have light plotting/a general sense on where a thread will go; I don’t really “wing” things too often unless they're short interactions.

Relationships (general): Do not assume our muses have a relationship (unless they've interacted in canon). If you want pre-established relationships, please talk to me about it first.

Romantic Relationships: I am multiship, but am going to be more selective with it. I prefer to have chemistry/slow-burn threads between our muses after a couple of threads rather than insta-shipping. Some muses may not be applicable for romantic shipping, either. Do NOT use my muses for shipping material/no forced shipping. I do not ship incest or adult/minor ships.

Smut/NSFW: I have a sideblog that is very selective and low-activity. I expect our muses to have interacted at least once before writing NSFW content. I don't write smut with underaged characters or muns. If I find out you lied about your age to write smut with me, I'll hardblock on both blogs.

If you have read the rules & acknowledge them, please like this post here so I know!

#( spacing out. ) | ooc #( info. ) #rules

[doobnnoob-tf2]

( pinned )

Daniel / Mundy / Aster

he/vamp/bat, gay-ace transman

28, ( 6 Oct. )

TF2-centric & headcanon blog

Ask the Mercs sideblog: @ask-the-tf2-mercs

CARRD

⛧ HEADCANONS ⛧ INCORRECT QUOTES ⛧ FICS ⛧

⛧ MY TAGS ⛧ MY ANONS ⛧

(for app users trying to view tag / anon links, use the links in my bio)

may update more in the future.  would prefer not to be reblogged.

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General

I have no preference on what you call me.  Mundy, Daniel, Dan, Danny - all are perfectly acceptable

I’m a freelance furry artist

my fursona is a cheetah with a hat too big for his damn head

my TF2 OC is a RED Sniper named Mike (his profile is incomplete but I’m too lazy to update it)

please don’t refer to me as girl/queen/babygirl/whatever.  I know people see “gay man” and think that stuff is okay, but I’m also a TRANSman and that stuff is not okay and very much is misgendering

I am open to RP tho only with people 18+ bc I’m an adult myself and it’s just more comfortable for me that way

TF2-Specific

I REALLY love Team Fortress 2, I’ve had a major hyperfixation for this game since it’s initial release, it’s a huge comfort thing for me

Sniper is my favorite, I love him, he’s my husband, but I also just wanna be him so SHRUGS

SniperSpy is my biggest ship, my OTP, if I’m gonna get gay and talk about two men being in love it’s gonna be about them 90% of the time

SniperSpy is the only one I’ll go absolutely feral over, but I also really love HeavyMedic and Engineer/Soldier/Demoman, I actually have very few ships I don’t like

Blog-Specific

I really would prefer people DON’T tag my headcanons with things like “me” or “kin” or “self ship”. it just kinda makes me uncomfortable to have people do that with my headcanons

I don’t answer asks pertaining to Merc x OC / Reader / generic S/O sorta stuff, I’ll consider doing ficlets with those topics however I’d prefer to be paid for those since there’s a lot more involved with making them

"//mundeez nuts" is my non-tf2/general tag

I am free to pick and choose what I want to answer.  sometimes I read something, and while I like the concept I just don’t think I’ll have the words to answer it so I’ll delete it.  this is to keep myself from getting overwhelmed trying to answer things I genuinely can’t, thus causing myself to stress out and be unable to answer other asks

I used to have a headcanon blog, so if some posts seem familiar it’s because I’ve resposted them here

I’m very dyslexic so don’t expect my text posts to be perfect

for personal reasons, I don’t do genderbent asks

I don’t really answer asks pertaining to kids, the reason being I don’t have much of an interest in them and therefore I’m just not the best person to ask

if you’re gonna reblog one of my headcanon posts to “correct” it, just make your own post.  it’s weird and rude and I certainly did not ask for your opinion, especially if someone was asking for MINE

chances are if I post anything focused on Sniper and Scout, it’s NOT a ship thing.  I would prefer people not tag it as shipping but I know people probably won’t see this / won’t care lol.  but if you see your reblog has been hidden from the post, know that that’s probably why

I don’t really want my blog/headcanons/asks/etc associated with TF2 Twitter.  they make me EXTREMELY uncomfortable with the way they treat transmen as fet/ishes

BYF

I personally cannot get into most 10th class / fem merc things, I won’t shit on people who do enjoy it.  it’s just I’ve had the concepts for both ruined for me and I can’t separate the bad feelings from them anymore.  there are VERY specific scenarios where I can find myself enjoying either

I don’t actually dislike SniperScout as a ship.  I just tend to veer away from it these days because the people who do ship those two are super fucking toxic towards others who ship Sniper with anyone else

also if you’re gonna send anon hate over me shipping SniperSpy, don’t waste your own time and instead do something productive with it.  I’m just gonna delete it anyway

I do not under any circumstances ship Spy and Scout, not even if you claim it’s “not canon”, not even if you use OCs (bc it feels too close to the “but it’s not canon” excuse)

if you’re a proshipper: you’re disgusting, and I do not and will NEVER like you.  stay the fuck away from me and my posts, they are not for people like you.

I block transphobes who f..eti..shize transmen by only portraying us as s/ubm/ssive b/ttoms and don’t see transmen any other way

in general, I block pretty freely.  I’m here to enjoy MY experience and I’m tired of putting others first when they hurt me or make me uncomfortable.  TF2 is a huge comfort thing for me and makes me happy and I’m not gonna let people ruin more aspects about it for me than already have been

#//mundeez nuts #last updated: 14 April 2024

[fishstickfeind]

(Tw vent)

A blog that I once followed asked me to delete something, and I was like, "yeah when [x] happens."

Then, when I forgot to delete it, I was blocked. Their url is kachowbish or something like that. I was a minor cars fan at the time. I loved reblogging their cars content...

I refollowed on my sideblog only to be blocked, again.

I realized how much of an idiot I am and I just really want to feel ashamed of myself rather than happy.

*cries in idiot*

I realize also how much I hate myself. I want to cry... man I'm a big idiot...

To kachowbish, who blocked me: I hope you solved that mean anon problem.

-Dizzy, 10/24/22

Hey, woah, ease up on yourself! Now, I don’t know what the post was about that they asked you to delete, but I can see both sides being ‘in the right’ here. I think this is a very situational thing, truthfully! It’s why I have tags for my nsfw posts and such.

Like let’s say for example someone came up to me and asked me to stop posting about simping over cars because it made them uncomfortable, I completely understand and respect their boundaries by all means, but simping over cars is a big part of me and a main reason of why I made this blog to begin with, so I probably wouldn’t stop simping over them, but just add a tag they could block or such. I entirely respect their comfort zone and understand it, and I will make ways to accommodate it best I can especially if it’s someone I might care about, but I’m not going to stop doing such things.

Now like I said, this is a very situational thing, I don’t know what happened so I can’t really give much weight on the situation here, but I am sorry that happened, I can imagine it stings being blocked by someone who might’ve put stuff out that you enjoyed.

You aren’t an idiot! We all have are moments but that doesn’t make you dumb or mean you should shame yourself! Things happen, and life in a form is just a big story about learning about things that happen and how to handle it! It’s okay to cry and get you’re feelins out, but by all means you are no idiot!! You’re an incredible person, truly!

#a bored multifandomer #hope you feel better soon!

[soullikethesea]

I think much of my anger is pretty “ugly”. I think part of me childishly expects perfect moral values and perfect corresponding emotions. Never anything like jealousy or entitlement by wanting better for myself. So, here it comes. Some of that anger...

I’m angry that I have chronic pain. The BC helps to dampen it somewhat, but this week I still had so many symptoms. I read through some forums today and it makes me feel really angry that many women with the same condition experience significantly less pain than I do. (Yep, I know, I’m awful). I just hate to be faced with the fact that many go to emergency care. I hate that I’ve been conditioned to feel proud for being able to take pain and not do anything about it. I never ever even dreamt of going to emergency care. It took me years to reluctantly go to the GP. So fucking infuriating. I’m also angry that Bf told me that he hurt me on purpose. It’s honest and I’m glad he admitted it because it makes me feel less crazy, but it’s also... callous. He said that he still feels pain over not having been able to have intercourse with me for a period of time and I replied: “Right... do you also feel the pain physically?” and he realized the irony, laughed. and said “Touché.” Then I said that the most important thing is that he must make sure to not let it happen to someone else in the future. His response to that deeply disturbed me. He said that he doesn’t understand the part of him yet who did it and that maybe there was a really good reason. A really good reason to callously hurt someone?!?! Nope. I’m not having that. There is no excuse. So then finally, another stupid thing that won’t seem to leave me alone these days... The same stupid memory. I had my first flashback to this moment when I was around 10 years old, before that it was completely hidden in the fog. (( child abuse stuff )): I’m 3 or 4 years old and at my dad’s house. It’s Summer, which means sensory overload and discomfort to me. The house is way too bright and hot anyway. I refuse to eat my vegetables, beets. First, my dad screams at me, but I keep refusing. Then he grabs me by my arm and drags me away. I try to hold on to the chair and the doorposts. The floor is slippery and cold. His hand hurts my arm and shoulder. I get dragged past the duplo I was playing with earlier. And then he hits me. Away from sight of the other family members, the door is closed. When he is done, I get dragged back to the chair. I still refuse to eat and quietly keep crying. My stepmum and stepsister avoid looking at me. I don’t understand why they didn’t save me, so my mind settles on the explanation that I’m just so bad, anyone would have hurt me. I thought that if I would tell a teacher or my mother, that they would also hit me because then they would know more about how bad I was. I hate how, years after all of the drilling of the “STOP CRYING!”, my dad tells me that it’s okay to cry. It feels so unfair for him to come back on his lessons, deeply engrained. People are complex and so flawed, that is all that I can think. You think you want me, but you don’t. I vowed to always try my hardest not to hurt anyone, but I know it’s always just around the corner. Every single person has the capacity for evil.

I banned anger, just like my brother and sister did. No anger. Less opportunities to damage. And less opportunities to protect. :( Check out my sideblog if you need grounding after reading all this... https://soul-like-the-sun.tumblr.com/

[the-iceni-bitch]

How Sweet it is When You Steal It

Kinktober Day IV: Stepcest

Pairing: himbo!stepbrother Jake Jensen x kinda gray!stepsister reader

Words: ~2.1k

Summary: Jake can’t take a hint.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (lots of teasing, fingering, handjob, unprotected vaginal sex, shower sex, cream pie), Jake is awkward and adorable and so dumb, bug smooshing, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: He’s so cute and stupid, I wuv him!!

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!!

“Hi Jakey!”

“Hi pumpki-in.” Jake almost swallowed his tongue when he looked up to greet you and choked at the sight of you in your adorable little cheerleader outfit, wishing he could curse as an unbelievable amount of lewd teasing started coming through his headset. “How was the game?”

“Oh shit, the cheerleader uniform?” He was going to kill all of them the next time he saw them, but Colin was definitely going first. “Take a fucking picture, Jay. How short is the skirt? Like, does she have to bend over at all for you to see panties?”

“Shut up, asshole.” Jake snarled into his mic as he tried to smile at you, whimpering when you opened the fridge and bent over so he got a full view of the panties all the guys were so interested in.

“It was good, we won!” You practically skipped over to the couch and sat on the back of it right next to his head, like, he wouldn’t even have to stretch if he wanted to nibble on your thigh. “How is your game going?”

“Tell her it was going fine until your cocktease of a stepsister showed up, Jensen.” And Drysdale was next, he was going to get creative with it too. “For fuck’s sake man, just let her suck your cock like she’s so obviously creamy for so we can quit having all these interruptions.”

“It’s good, we’ve done this run before.” He sucked in a harsh breath when you swung one leg over the back of the couch so your cotton covered pussy was right in front of his face, but that was a bad idea because then the scent of you was filling his lungs and Paul was asking if this was better or worse than the time you’d crawled into his lap wearing nothing but your panties and sleep cami while you watched a scary movie and he wanted to die. “Sorry I missed it. You wanna go get some food?”

“No, I’m all sweaty, I’m gonna go take a shower.” Jake was so happy you couldn’t hear all the suggestions his friends were making about exactly what he should feed you, and really hoped that the heat in his face didn’t mean he was beet red when you hopped off the couch and stretched. “But maybe we can order some Korean or something when I’m done?”

“Yeah, okay.” The way his voice cracked at the end of his sentence when you pulled your top off in full view of him was painful, and then he almost wrenched his neck snapping his vision away from you so he didn’t see anything while the idiots in his headset speculated about what exactly you were doing to torture him now. “All of you shut up! You’re so goddamn stupid, let just do this run.”

“You’re the stupid one, Jensen.” Lance could fuck right off. “Your little pumpkin stepsister is basically presenting her pussy to you on a silver platter and you’re too chickenshit to do anything about it.”

“Yeah, she’s my stepsister, asshole.” He took a long gulp of his slurpee to try to calm down. “She’s not presenting her… herself to me, you’re all just perverts.”

“Oh, she’s not?” Fucking Andy now, his kill list was getting long. “Let’s review; we already mentioned the almost naked lap sitting. There’s also the constant asking if she’s not wearing enough to go out in public, her begging to sleep in your bed because of thunderstorms, the seeming inability to go without touching you for more than ten seconds in the same room, oh that very unsisterly kiss she gave you at the Christmas party last year that she justified with mistletoe. Did I miss anything?”

“The masturbating.” Jake hated that he could hear Ari’s amusement when he growled over the headset.

“Ah yes, the masturbating! Do you think she bought the loudest vibrator on the planet on purpose, Jake? Or that she really can’t help but moan and pant and sob like a damn pornstar when she knows you’re in the next room?”

Jake was about to tell them all they could fuck each other when he heard you shriek, cursing when he spilled his slurpee all over himself as he rose to his feet in a rush as he ripped off the headset before charging towards the bathroom. He almost tore the door off the hinges when you screamed again, his eyes wild when he saw you cowering in the corner completely naked but barely registered it.

“What? What the fuck happened?” He couldn’t keep his eyes in one place as he tried to figure out what had made you scream like that. “Are you hurt!?”

“There’s a spider…spider!” You pointed towards the bathtub and yelped when he ripped the shower curtain open. “It’s so big, and it jumped! Kill it, Jakey!”

Normally Jake would have just scooped the thing up with a newspaper and taken it outside, but you were damn near hysterical. So he apologized under his breath before grabbing some toilet paper and smooshing the dime sized house spider that had the misfortune of terrifying you, then flushed his victim down the toilet.

“You scared the shit out of me, pumpkin, I thought someone came in the wind… fuck.” He suddenly realized how very naked you were, naked and curvy and smooth and very close to him in his tiny bathroom. “I’ll leave you to it, then!”

“You’re my hero, Jakey! Wait!” You stepped in front of the door when he tried to leave, biting your lip and batting your eyelashes at him as you stepped even closer to him and sighed softly. “You’re all sticky, we need to get you out of these clothes.”

“Wha-what?!” This was so bad, your parents were going to kill him, he still didn’t stop you when you started to peel his shirt over his head, just swallowing thickly and raising his arms to help you out while he mumbled stupidly. “I spilled my slurpee.”

“Oh no.” So, so bad, but your fingers felt so nice trailing over his skin before you started to undo his jeans. “And it soaked through, let’s get you in the shower.”

“Okay.” He was in shock, that was it, he just let you pull him after you as you turned on the water. “Together?”

“Mmhm.” God, now you were wet and lathering up your hands and maybe he was dead? Maybe he had slipped when he ran into the bathroom and cracked his skull open and he was dead. He couldn’t decide if he was in heaven or hell though. “We’ll save water.”

“That’s good.” Your hands were on him and he decided it was heaven. “Responsible.”

“It sure is, we’ll get so much cleaner too, help each other get to those hard to reach places.” Fuck, you were getting lower and he was pretty sure he was about to bust like a virgin. “Mmm, you’re so big, Jakey, you want me to help?”

“Yes. Oh fuck.” He groaned when you wrapped your soapy hands around his achingly hard dick and started stroking, choking your grip under his tip and stepping closer so you could rub your nose over his throat. “God, that feels good.”

“Good, I just want you to feel good, Jakey.” You whined as you nibbled at his jaw, looking at him with big pleading eyes that he wanted to fall into. “Don’t you want me to feel good? Want to help me get those hard to reach spots clean?”

“If you need me to.” He only hesitated for a second before soaping up his own hands and sliding one down between your legs, groaning when he slipped a finger between your warm pussy lips and felt you throb for him. “I’ll get you so clean.”

“I know you will, oh Jake.” You tilted your head back and whimpered when he found your clit, stroking him faster as he petted your cunt while his other hand rested on your waist. “My tits need to get clean too, Jakey.”

He was pretty sure he was going to do whatever you wanted him to do from this moment forward, ducking to press his lips to yours and groan as the hand that wasn’t circling your swollen clit came up to gently cup your tit. You were so soft, and your kiss tasted so sweet, and he didn’t even care that his friends were going to give him all kinds of shit if they ever found out about this.

“Jake, oh! I want you inside me.” You nibbled on his bottom lip as you begged him, smiling when he practically sobbed into your mouth when he felt warm cream from your cunt gush all over his fingers. “Don’t you want it, Jakey? It’s so good, my pussy is so tight and soft and warm, I know you’ve thought about it, seen how hard you get when I do my stretches or cuddle with you. Please fuck my little pussy, I want it.”

And that broke him, a tortured growl leaving his lips before he turned you around and pressed your body against the cool tile of the shower. He just grabbed your ass cheeks and spread you open then shoved his cock inside you, tucking his face into your shoulder and groaning at how fucking tight you were before he started rutting into you wildly.

“God, yes! Oh god, fuck my little pussy, Jakey. Just like that, so fucking deep.” You whined when he wrapped a hand around your throat and tilted your head back so he could smash his lips to yours, gasping every time his hips smacked against your ass as your cunt clenched around him. “Tell me how good it feels, Jake. How you’re gonna fuck my tiny hungry pussy like it’s never been fucked. You gonna beat my pussy up, Jakey?”

“Shit, yeah. Gonna fuck this pussy so good.” He couldn’t even make himself care anymore, smacking your ass and growling when you yelped into his mouth. “Yeah, you fucking love that, don’t you? Pussy so fucking tight.”

“I do, I love it, want you to tear my pussy up, Jakey, ruin me.” You whined when he ducked to bite your neck, your eyes fluttering closed when he squeezed your throat tighter and slapped your ass as your whole body shook. “Right there, oh fuck, Jake. You’re fucking my pussy soooo good, gonna make me squirt all over that big dick. Make it your pussy.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, pumpkin.” If he wasn’t already dead you were going to kill him for sure. “It’s my fucking pussy, now make her come for me.”

You screamed when he drove into you harder and his balls slapped against your clit, sagging in his grip and squirting all over him while you spasmed violently through your orgasm. He couldn’t stop moving though, still thrusting his cock into your fluttering cunt mindlessly while you whined and arched your back so he could keep hitting that perfect spot even though you were on the verge of collapse.

“Come in your pussy, please, Jakey. Fill your fucking pussy, do it. Oh fuck, fill it, please…” you were babbling but he loved it, moving his lips back to yours and swallowing your noises greedily as he snarled.

“Gonna do it, keep my pussy full all the fucking time.” He felt the muscles of his core growing tight and growled into your mouth. “You want it, don’t you? Wanna walk around with my cum dribbling out of this pretty little cunt every damn day?”

“Yeah, I want it, Jake.” You could feel him starting to lose it and rose on your tiptoes as you whimpered. “Need it, need your cum. Give it to me.”

Jake practically lifted you off the ground when his orgasm ripped through his body, hooking your knee over his elbow so he could hold you open as his hips jerked against your ass while he pumped you full of his thick, warm cum. You mewled and keened as your pussy milked him dry, letting him bounce you on his cock and bite your lips as he emptied himself into you.

“Jesus fuck, pumpkin.” He kept cradling you in his arms even after he was finished, rubbing his nose against yours and breathing heavily as he let the warm water wash over the two of you. “I really am a fucking idiot.”

“Just a little.” You grinned and bit your lip as you gazed at him, sighing when he slid out of you as he held you close. “But it’s okay, I like himbos. Why don’t we finish up and then I’ll suck your dick while you play CoD.”

#natalie writes #natalie’s kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #jake jensen #jake jensen x fem!reader #jake jensen x y/n #jake jensen x you #jake jensen one shot #jake jensen smut #jake jensen x reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #tw stepcest #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

[echoing-oursong]

Hey, this is mikes-pineapple-pizza (it's a sideblog so I can't send asks from it so I'm using anon). These have to be some the wildest takes I've seen:

"Lucas is classist because he says that Eddie looks like he hasn't showered in two weeks in Lucas on the Line"-- I don't even want to dignify that one with a response.

"Vickie is emotionally abusive to Robin in s4"-- I don't even know how the hell someone came to that conclusion, honestly. Still makes my brain hurt, tho.

"El is actually the bad guy because she 'took Dr. Brenner's side' in the fight against Henry"-- I have actually read this, and it actually made me want to scream.

"People only hate Billy because he represents the 'anger of the proletariat'"-- That one actually defies logic. The fact that someone thought of this idea then wrote an entire essay on it makes me fear for the future of humanity.

Yeah, those are my top four. This is just the tip of the iceberg, though, because there are a lot of insanely bad takes out there. I tried to go for the more absurd ones for this, rather than just the normal bad ones, though.

Omg hi! thanks for clarifying! And I didn’t realize that side blogs couldn’t send asks from it so that was new info so thanks. My reactions to each are going to be in the same number format for what you have it as.

1. Okay that is insanely weird and gross. Like god that’s so weird. I honestly don’t even know what to say to that take cuz it’s just so out of left field.

2. Okay this gets on my nerves. People complain about vickie not having enough screen time and yet they pull this out of their asses. Which also is so weird cuz I take this to mean that vickie was being emotionally abusive to Robin cuz she had a boyfriend and didn’t know about Robin’s crush. And was just living her own life. Like that’s not even in the ball park of being emotionally abusive to Robin. It’s just vickie living her life and somehow that’s being emotionally abusive like it makes no sense. Yep this take def makes my brain hurt too.

3. This take makes me want to scream too cuz holy fucking shit. El legit is just trying too survive and get Henry to calm down the best way she knows how- seeing kindness in people. Like she isn’t even taking brenner’s side which makes me think they didn’t watch the rest of anything where el tells brenner that he is the monster. And tells brenner to his face what a horrible person he was. She also just stands there and watches as he dies. Like there is no way that she can possibly be on brenner’s side.

4. I swear to god those people will bring up anything to make billy seem like a hero which it sucks sooo much. Also had to look up the last word of proletariat and god they will bring up anything to make it seem like billy is a saint. They constantly bring up ‘oh look he’s from a middle class or lower class’ as if that excuses his actions. Also little side rant here but Billy’s arcs barely had anything to do with the fact that he is from a lower class or working class. Is it part of his story? Sure. But it’s not a fundamental part. We don’t really see him do much work or get info that he is struggling with jobs. Unless you count season 3 but all the teens including Steve (who is rich) have jobs. And on top of that we’ve never once heard billy complain about being in a lower class structure. As far as we know in canon billy doesn’t really care or think about how he is in the class structure. I’m not saying that he doesn’t have problems or it doesn’t affect him. I’m just saying thag in canon billy doesn’t seem to care that much. Also if he wanted to be angry at the system he wouldn’t take it upon himself to hurt children because that wouldn’t be who he is angry at.

Thanks for sending this and yeah I can totally see how it’s just the tip of the iceberg. And thanks for choosing these ones cuz damn they seriously were more absurd.

[gunspluraltm]

GUNSPLURALTM, is an independent and private RP SIDEBLOG for Nancy Wheeler; Max Mayfield; and Vickie of NETFLIX’S STRANGER THINGS. Portrayed by Melody. follow backs from @aworldofyou Eddie Munson is request only.

RULES:

001. CANCEL/CALLOUT CULTURE. First and foremost, I under no circumstance whatsoever support the callout/cancel culture. If I see you reblogging callouts or anything in support of the callout culture I will not follow you, and will no longer follow you. I do not agree with the mindset that a witch hunt must occur for every little nuance that you don’t agree with, I don’t agree with gathering your friends to gate keep friends in who they talk to, I don’t agree that any disagreement be approached in this standpoint.

SUPPORT =/= UNFOLLOW. I don’t care about the situation at hand, I don’t care what excuse is presented, and there will be no discussions of the matter. You are in charge of your experiences just as I am mine, and I choose to have nothing to do with the mob mindset. That is it.

002. RACISM. When I say that I do not forgive racism in all forms I mean it. That includes the widely accepted tumblr view that gatekeeping and erasing people’s own cultures is okay. Fact check. It is not. And I will not tolerate any forms of racism in any way. When I speak on my culture, or want to write a negative aspect involving the history, you have no right to tell me what I - or the people I trust - and have educated with what  - with this, what can be done. If you try, you will be blocked till the end of time. No questions asked. You are not allowed to gatekeep me, you are not allowed to tell me what I can or cannot do in my own culture. Erasure is racism. Do not try it. You will be blocked.

2.2 CONCERNING BILLY. I first and foremost believe that Billy’s throw away line was just a CLEAR reminder that the 80s was a REALLY racist time. This was mindset that MOST people had, don’t forget that. And the gang and main characters were probably considered odd balls for NOT practicing racism. (Especially with all that is going on, and just coming out the 60s, 70s which was a really active time for movements such a AIM and MLK and many more great movements.) THIS IS NOT A BILLY HATE BLOG. The fact that Lucas or Max both weren’t concerned with that, should be a testament to the very sad fact that Lucas likely heard worse. Doesn’t make it okay by any means necessary but I believe that any racist mindset he had before would have been changed after Season 3. He still would have been a fucking asshole, but he wouldn’t have been a RACIST asshole after.. This is not a Billy hate blog.

003. 18+ ORIENTED BLOG. I will not interact with anyone under the age of 18. My content is very 18+, and while everything is tagged I will not interact with anyone under the age of  18.

004. ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS I AM NOT OPEN TO WRITING ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS WITH MAX MAYFIELD. WHILE SADIE IS NEARING 20, MAX IS STILL MEANT TO BE 14 CANONICALLY. CASUAL THINGS LIKE KISSES AND HAND HOLDING, AND THE CANONICAL RELATIONSHIPS CAN BE DISCUSSED IN THREADS BUT OTHERWISE? NOTHING BEYOND THAT. OTHERWISE PLOTTING IS REQUIRED. 

05. PASSIVE AGGRESSION Will not put up with passive aggression under no circumstance.

007. PLOTTING. And on the note of plotting. If an attempt toward plotting is being made, and I find that I am only getting single non-interested responses. Then I will likely, very quickly, lose interest. It takes a lot for me to comfortably outright chat with people. Lots of energy, lots of nervousness at times, and if the plotting reduces to little half answers that reflect things like ‘oh that’s cool-’ or ‘oh nice’ then I will likely just lose interest in trying. If I’m putting effort into interaction and it very clearly looks one sided, I’m going to show myself out.

And on that, if there is little or no interest shown in the character(s) that I am trying to best put forward to compliment the canon, or my efforts are constantly ignored. Then I’m likely going to stop trying. I’m not gonna beg for your attention or chase you, especially if I’m here to accommodate you as best as I can. Take it, or leave it, because if any of the above is going to happen I’m likely going to leave it myself.

I will also likely still make my exit if I sense an underlying aggressive tone in any and all attempts to plot. Because again, it takes lots of energy for me to keep my focus in one place - and I’m not going to waste it on attempts that make it seem like I’m the inconvenience for even trying to talk.

008. TONING DOWN / DARK CONTENT I will not water down the negative aspects of my muses, do not ask me to.

There is dark content on this blog, you are in charge of your own experiences do not follow me if these topics make you uncomfortable. If you come at me for this, know that I am pretty readily using the block button and will rarely backtrack. Once you’re blocked, you’re blocked. Nothing will change that. So don’t even try contacting me.

009. MUTUALS / DO NOT SOFT-BLOCK ME I’m very good at keeping track of who is my mutual and who isn’t, I’m not one to go by the whole ‘please soft block me if you unfollow me’, if I have you on my dash I genuinely like the content that you produce, if you choose to unfollow me it’s perfectly fine and dandy. (For whatever reason that our characters don’t mesh, our writing doesn’t mesh, for whatever perfectly sane reason that isn’t conflicting with our persons. I don’t care, it’s fine.), please don’t softblock me. I’m not one to go by that standard, chances are if we’re not mutuals I’m respectful of that.

9.2. I don’t believe in ‘liking posts’ to stay mutuals. I followed you and I value you, and I believe if you genuinely wanted to keep me around you would. So don’t ever expect me to like those posts, it does nothing but raise my anxiety.

010. WRITER OF THE BLOG. My name is Melody, I am in my late 20′s. I am every bit native american as one can be, and I am a very passionate soul. I love to ramble, but I am also very slow. I can go from chatting your ear off one moment, to disappearing for days the next. It’s nothing on you, I’m just slow. I’m a nice person, friendly, and one of the most understanding souls you will likely ever meet. I prefer to plot everything, so my ims are always open! Don’t be afraid to reach out to me on any of this. We’re all adults here. We can talk it out.

I’M ALSO A HUGE AVOCADO FAN. so on that note, if you want to get my attention in any way, you need only mention the word and I’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER.

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[gaylittlewizardcat]

✨Intro post✨ plz read :]

Hi! This is my Cats the musical sideblog! My main is @absolutehumandisaster

My name is Nate, I also go by Star, I use mainly she/her but also starself and he/him pronouns and I’m an adult

Some general info about my blog, what I make, what I would prefer not to see, my tag navigation system (that I’m very proud of) and some other stuff under the cut :3

This blog is almost entirely sfw, the worst you’ll see is a dirty joke and they’re few and far between

Feel free to use any of my edits/gifs as long as you credit me (and the person the footage is from when applicable)

When it comes to my original art you’re always (unless otherwise specified) allowed to save/screenshot it and send it to friends in private messages. With permission and crediting me you may use it as a header/pfp, in a collage/edit etc. Please never repost my art and under no circumstance feed any of the things I make into any sort of AI.

I really like making gifs, my ask box is open so feel free to make requests! I’m also open to headcanon asks and just general chatting about Cats

It’s totally cool and will probably make my day if you scroll back and interact with a bunch of my old posts (though spam liking (without reblogging anything) is not all that appreciated). Also, I’m okay with getting asks about anything in the jellicle asks tag, no matter how far back in time they’re from

Speaking of asks: If you’ve ever sent me an ask I haven’t replied to despite it being sent really long ago, there’s a 97% chance I feel like I don’t have a good response for it (or that the ask has a lot of potential but brain isn’t braining) so I wait for inspiration to strike, and then I felt like I need to have an even better response for it cause it had taken so long. I love getting asks and I’m sorry I’m so bad at answering them </3

I’m a multimedia artist, I like drawing, writing, crafts, cosplay, making edits and a lot of other stuff (but I don’t actually create as much as I wish I did)

Also I have three rp side blogs @quaxo-mistoffelees , @cettie-etcetera and @jellicle-electra they’re all very much WIPs and I don’t know what I’m doing but the best way to learn is to do so weeeeeee

While I’m a firm believer that Cats doesn’t have a solid canon and that you can have whichever headcanons you want, I’d like to ask that posts tagged with “monochromatic siblings” aren’t tagged with “mistoria” or anything similar. If you ship them that’s great, but it makes me a bit uncomfortable

Don’t bash the 2019 movie in replies, especially not if the post has nothing to do with it. Yeah it has some issues but most of the hate it got was bandwagoning and you know it. Get a hobby.

I’m not gonna put a DNI other than “bigots fuck off” but jsyk: for my own sanity I try to stay away from discourse of any kind, so if you actively post about it (no matter which “side” you’re on) I’m probably gonna block you if you interact

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I wanna RP with you but you said only canon characters from the show? Or am I reading this wrong?

cont: Also I don’t think we’re mutuals because my main blog isn’t fallout so can I not send you an ask or can I only send an ask if you follow one of my fallout blogs? I’m anxious and confused, sorry

It depends, anon! I'm going to give you a long answer because other people may wonder the same:

I only rp with mutuals (as in I people I follow from this blog, it's okay if they follow me from a main one, as long as their sideblog is linked somewhere I'll find it and check it out), and when people follow me I check their blog to see their rules, character bios and even threads because I have a type of anxiety that makes me feel legit sick at the thought of telling someone "now that I read your about/now that I got to know your character I don't feel like writing with you anymore" or "no, I don't want to rp", so if I didn't follow you back maybe there is something that didn't work out for me (but it doesn't mean there is something wrong with you!)

when it comes to Fallout I've already plotted/started writing with ocs if you want to consider main characters from Fallout videogames as such (I do, we create them and our choices change their stories), and told people with multimuses that I'd rather write with one of their muses only instead of the other canon ones, because I don't know the games well enough yet! There are times when I don't follow a blog of a canon character I may love because I don't feel like I'm into their writing, or when I don't follow an OC or a canon one that I don't know because I'm not into the type of relationship I can guess my character would have with them, or I don't agree with their rules; then there are times when I will follow and rp with OCs and canon characters I don't know well because I checked them out and could picture writing threads with them and having fun.

So it always depends on whether I like a rper's way to write, the character, the RELATIONSHIP that I can imagine my character having with theirs, which is super important (example: I hate when mine is supposed to let a stranger mistreat them and can't defend themselves) and so on. But I am also very influenced by how much I don't know about their background too or if there are things I find triggering, like in Fallout itself there are so many groups of people I just don't know or I don't want to spoiler myself about. This is because I'm a person who had MANY blogs in the past that she literally had to abandon because she didn't like a bunch of threads she had but didn't have the heart to say she wanted to stop.

(Plus I feel better writing with either canon characters I already know or ocs, while I don't feel super confident writing with canon characters I don't know because it always ends up with me not knowing where to go with the thread and just responding, which I don't feel is fun nor nice to the other rper.)

So if you followed me from your main (and your sideblogs are linked on it) and I didn't follow them back I'm very sorry, I am SURE you have an amazing blog, I'm just too stressed out to reach out of my comfort zone! I'd never look down on OCs, not just because I have and love them, but that's exactly why I consider them on the same level of canon ones and I am equally picky! It's just that I'm anxious as hell myself so I follow veeeery few people to avoid abandoning this blog too if an interaction doesn't work out!

But it was totally okay to ask, don't worry! I am also more inclined to focus on the ones I know with Lucy because I am writing in the tvshow universe more than in the games, and I've found most fallout blogs require some previous knowledge of the games for me to be able to interact properly!

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