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mopeyy · 4 months

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Dangiling Trust

Avatar Frontiers of Pandora (SPOILERS!!!)

Teylan x Na'vi Reader

angst

Summary: After Teylan has broken your trust will you be able to forgive him and mend you bond? Or will the ghosts of the past continue to haunt you.

Authors Notes: Ive heard there's no Teylan content so Im willing to provide😋 . Let me know what you guys think, I might give this multiple parts if ppl like it!

Sitting on the edge of a towering cliff, you admire the sight in front of you. The sky, a swirling dance of purples and blues, and the gentle breeze blowing your hair. As you sit, legs dangling over the cliff's edge, you feel the rough texture of rock beneath you. The cliff is covered in a carpet of moss that glows faintly, illuminating your surroundings. The sensation of the cool, damp moss against your skin is refreshing, a stark contrast to the warmth of the sun beaming down on you.

You went out by yourself often. Taking the time alone to think and clear your head. At the moment the thing you're trying to clear your head from is Teylan.

After you all defeated Mercers base Teylan came back and rejoined the resistance. The sting of his earlier betrayal, though dulled by time and forgiveness, lingers like a stubborn chill.

You and Teylan, once bound by respect and trust, now stand on uncertain ground. The memory of his deceit haunts you, a ghostly presence that questions the depth of your bond. Could the connection you once felt have been so fragile? His return to the resistance does little to mend the fracture in your heart.

As you attempt to cast these thoughts aside, to leave them scattered among the rocks and carried away by the wind, they persist, stubbornly clinging to your mind. The past, with its unanswered questions and unresolved emotions, remains a silent companion.

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"I like this one."

You picked up one of the many beads that laid out in front of you and handed it to Ri'nela.

"I love the color, the purple will look good with your skin."

She took the bead from you and added it to your hair. Ri'nela has been practicing braiding after one of the Na'vi taught her. She has been begging to use you as practice and every time you were able to avoid it. Except today.

"Ouch Ri'nela!"

"Sorry, sorry"

You pushed through the pain, just wanting it to be over.

You tried to distract yourself by looking around the room, admiring the way the Na'vi and humans were able to work side by side. You turned your eyes to the doorway as you heard it open, wanting to se who came through. Teylan walks in, his arrival brings a palpable shift in the room's atmosphere. you quickly averted your gaze. This didn't go unnoticed by Ri'nela,

"Hey Teylan! Come here!"

He turned towards the sound of his name and started to make his way towards the two of you. You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh which only made Ri'nela laugh.

"Rinela, Y/n, what are you guys up too?"

She let a smile overtake her face, taunting you, "Oh im just braiding Y/n's hair. How do you think it looks Tey?"

"oh!" He cleared his throat in between words as a purple hue took over his face, "I think it looks very nice, the beads and everything."

You muttered a 'thanks' and tried to look anywhere else but him.

The silence that follows is heavy, laden with words unsaid and feelings unexplored.

"Uh well I should go so.. ill see you guys around."

With that he left, probably on his way to go bother So'lek with more human toys.

Rinela sighed from behind you,

"Y/n, you know you two have to talk at some point, right?"

Her words made you think. Should you follow the path of forgiveness, to rebuild what was once shattered, or should you guard your heart against further pain.

"If I want to talk to him I will, don't let it bother you Rinela."

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You made your way through the resistance base on your way to find Alex. He's always managed to find chores for you to do and you had no idea what he might need help with now. We was at his usual station as always.

"Alex, you said you needed me?"

A look of relief washed over his face,

"Great your here! Ive been working on some new SIDS, these ones should be able to hack faster. Theres an old resistance outpost nearby and I wanted you to use the new SID to get it up and running."

The task seemed simply enough and it was something you had done before,

"sure I can do that, just give me the coordinates."

"Thank you, now were just waiting onnn, oh, right on time!"

You creased your brows in confusion. What was right on time? You turned around just to face the one Na'vi you didn't want to see.

"Alex, what's Teylan doing here?"

"Oh, I just figured id send him along to see if the new sids work and if there's any more room for improvement."

You sighed, of course he'd be coming. Alex gave you a pat on the back before handing you the Sid and walking off. Teylan waved you over from the door. You internally groaned before making your way over to him.

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The majority of the walk was quiet. The air was thick with words unsaid and you didn't know if you had the guts to break it. Walking next to you Teylan hesitated before decided to speak,

"Im sorry, I didn't know he'd pick you."

You looked at him from the corner of your eye than quickly switched your gaze back to the ground.

"Its fine, he's always giving me some chore to do anyway. Even if its something he can do himself."

Teylan laughed quietly

"Seems like their overworking us, maybe we should run away." He joked.

Teylan's attempt at humor fell flat, the words dissipating into the air like mist.

"Your good at that aren't you, running away."

Your response, sharp and laced with the pain of memories, was a clear reminder of the distance between you. His laughter ceased, replaced by a look of regret that briefly crossed his features. The joke, meant to lighten the mood, had instead served as a reminder of the wounds that had yet to heal.

The journey continued in silence, each step a reminder of the fragile line you both now tread, between the remnants of a once strong bond and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

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As you approached the old resistance outpost, the structure loomed before you, this place has definitely been untouched for a while.The task at hand was simple, all you had to do was reactivate the outpost. You set to work, your hands deftly manipulating the new SID, while Teylan watched from a distance, his presence a silent question hanging in the air. After a while the outpost hummed to life, its systems responding to the deft touch of the SID.

Teylan stepped forward, his voice breaking the silence that had settled between you. "You did it," he said, a note of admiration in his tone. It was an opening, a tentative step towards bridging the gap. You looked up at him, the walls you had built around your heart wavering for a moment. The possibility of forgiveness hung in the air, as fragile and as vital as the newly awakened outpost.

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bunnyyamor · 2 years

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bdsm

[ OCTOBER 28TH ] EREN YEAGER x fem! reader (alien au)

synopsis; we all knew they would come one day, and here they were. the aliens want to take over our planet. but eren is not too keen on sharing his human. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, dark content, bdsm, monster fucking, bondage, pet-names, non-con, whipping, buldge, choking, tentacle play (oral, anal), creampie, degradation, overstimulation, sub/dom dynamic, edging, kidnapping, power dynamics, anal play, nipple clamps, un-protected sex, vouyerism, drugged, stalking, finger sucking, breeding kink, spit play

notes; i know this is maybe different for some ppl so if u dont like it; no prob then dont read. pls change setting to unhide mature things and like, comment and reblog.

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late in the night, you cuddled with your stuffed teddy bear. succumbing to sleep and resting till morning. at least, that was the plan. until you heard a bump in your house coming from downstairs. “what?” you thought as you slipped your slippers on and cautiously went down the stairs. the wooden floors creaked. someone was in your house! should you call the cops? “fuck,” you cursed aloud. you had fallen asleep downstairs earlier and had forgotten to bring your phone upstairs. that was it, you would have to face this intruder head on.

your feet creeped down each step. fear making you shake. you wish you had a weapon of some sort to defend yourself. anyone could be downstairs. “hello! who is there? show yourself!” finally, you were on the last step, if you peeked your head you could see the intruder clearly. “alright,” you gulped. head moving slowly. then a bright light shone through the house. it was brighter than any sun or moon. it was as if a flashlight was turned on directly onto your house. it was a blinding white light. “wh-what is this?” you could barely see. you tried to cover the light but it was no use, it was hard to tell what anything was.

“do you want her? how bout i take her?” other voices were heard. it was more than one person here. somebody behind you pushed you onto the floor. you fell on your knees, tears streaming down your face as the unknown was fearing you. “please! who are you?” you still couldn’t tell who or what this was. two figures came into view and touched your arms. “we want her.” but then they were pushed to the side by another figure. someone strong looking and taller, “no! leave her! she is mine! and if any of you touch her, you’re dead!” the man shouted at the other two. “be still, loyal follower,” the same man that had yelled spoke to you and then poked your arm with what seemed to be a syringe. slowly your vision became hazy until it all went black.

you awoke with a gasp. your heart pounding. where were you? your eyes were covered with a blindfold. you tried to move your arms to take the fabric off and realized you couldn’t move your limbs. your arms and legs were tied up in a star position. and that's when you felt the cool breeze on your nipples. you were naked! “where am i? who is here? hello? someone help me!” you screamed, terror in your voice.

“relax, my pet. i surely am not here to hurt you.” this man was the voice you heard earlier. it was deep and low, not much enthusiasm or happiness behind it. “you are mine now.” he whispered.

“what do you mean? please sir, i’m scared.” you bit your lip, trying not to cry. you felt his rough fingers touch your soft skin. it was delicate, handling you like you were fragile. it tickled your face and down your neck to wrap his hand around your throat. your breath hitched. “i am sorry for the way we entered your home. it was supposed to be just me. i have been watching you. see, we are not from your world.” he separated himself. you could tell he was further now from his volume of voice. “so…you are aliens? c’mon you expect me to believe that? aliens are not real.”

“well, after this you will believe we are real.” his voice was dark. had different intentions. “you are lovely. i saw you in your hometown and i knew you had to be mine. you are to be my wife, listening to my orders and surrendering yourself to me.”

you laughed, “as if i would! why would i do that?”

there was a hit of chuckle in his voice, “because if you do, i will give you anything you want. if you don’t listen, you will be punished.”

you strained against your bondage, “may i see your face then? if you are an alien?”

you heard him walking close to you, “not yet, peasant. just be patient,” his thumb dragged down your lips into your mouth. “suck.”

you were so confused. so overwhelmed. was this your life now? you were to be a wife to this alien? why you? nevertheless, you were afraid so you sucked his thumb. lips wrapped around it as you sucked. tongue delicately twirled around it. your teeth lightly grazed the skin.

“good job, wife.” his voice uttered deep, slow like melted butter. “when i saw your beauty i felt a connection with you. you were the most beautiful human i’ve ever seen. my heart was yours. your planet, my fellow companions can have but i must have you. and what a king wants he gets.”

you stopped sucking, “a king? you’re an alien king?”

he chuckled, “yes. i reign over the galaxies in space. my name is eren, king eren of the milky way. that is why you, will be my queen.” eren laced his fingers within his own. “you should carry my children and live to serve and respect me, making me happy for all my days.”

you were shocked. you wanted home. “i will not share my wife. nobody is able to have you except me. you are my human. to make sure you are mine, we must consummate our union. now i realize you humans are differently developed than my people. so this will hurt but i assure you soon my love,” his lips went to your ear, kissing it and licking it lightly, “you will enjoy it. your cunt will be ever overjoyed for me to fill you up. and not to brag but as king i am bigger than most males in my race.”

you shook, not from fear this time but excitement. was he really an alien? his voice was attractive. you knew that you were to be his peasant, his slave. aliens overtook planets and conquered lands and people. you knew this was your case but you were alive.

eren’s chest pressed against yours and he was right. he was tall and muscular. each groove of his abs meshing with your soft stomach. his nipples grazed over yours. his fingers pinched the skin and rolled the bub between each digit. “so perky. so soft,” he sounded mesmerized by your breasts. “big and perfect to feed my children. i can just imagine them filled with milk. i shall have to try your milk as well since you are human, it must be different than ours.” he joked. you stiffened feeling his lips wrap around your bud. “mmmmm,” he moaned as he feasted on your nipples. his tongue caressing your perked skin. he rolled it between his tongue, leaving your breasts soaked.

“ffffffuck,” you tried to stay still since you were stuck roped up but you couldn’t help yourself. your hips moved and you needed to touch something. this was torture! “please husband.”

“shhh, patience my pet.” he spoke with your breast in between his mouth. he sucked harshly and licked around on your areola. he popped it out and squeezed the flesh, jiggling the breasts in his hands. “i need you to prove that you are mine, peasant. that you are my loyal servant wife.” you felt a pinch on your nipples. he had put nipple clamps and squeezed them around your bud. the pain left a shiver down your spine to your cunt. you moaned at being dominated over. you were fully submissive.

you heard him walk away. his saliva left on your tits making you cool as the air nipped you there. you squeezed your thighs together, trying to relieve some tension.

“now, who are you to me?” you heard him behind you.

“i am-” slap! a sting was felt on your ass. “ugh, what was that?”

“i didn’t ask you to ask me a question, pet.” he sounded angry. again he slapped you, harder. it was a whip. a leather whip. “you are my pet first and foremost. then you are queen. remember, i saved you.” again, fwack! it was loud and echoed in his room. “you will always be my plaything and do as i say. understand!”

“mmm, yes! yes i understand!” it was starting to burn. you knew your skin was probably red with streaks on your ass. his words, it made you hot. you felt yourself getting more wet. again, whipped. ongoing and ongoing. he would do two at a time then three. “mmm right there!” you could feel your excitement running down your legs.

“is my slave enjoying this? who knew you were equally filthy as beautiful.” his hands went to your cunt, seeing if you were actually wet. “soaked.” your pussy was sticky, being loud. he dragged his fingers from your hole to your ass, soaking your tiny hole. “look at my marks on you.” his fingers squeezed your sensitive plump flesh. “such soft skin. so more delicate than our race. but you never answered. now who are you to me?” again, the whip. you jolted forward from the force.

you couldn't take the pain anymore, “your pet! your peasant! your slave! i am yours, master!!! you are my leader, my king, my husband, and the father of my future children. i am yours now, king eren!”

eren stood over you, you could tell through a tiny outline of his body through the fabric. “good girl,” eren tiled your head back, opened your mouth wide and created a huge spit ball and spat it in your mouth. “swallow.” he growled. you gulped it down, listening to everything he was saying. he pulled your hair gently. then his hands wrapping them around your throat. “this pretty throat is going to scream so perfectly. to know all my people and congregation are downstairs, probably hearing us fuck. hearing me fuck my helpless, pathetic human.”

you groaned. he was fucking delicious.

suddenly, you could see. eren had taken off your blindfold. he was indeed tall. much taller than you. you gasped at his beauty. he was the most magical creature you had ever seen. his skin was lavender, he had pointy ears, his eyes were pastel pearly purple, almost looking white. he had plump lips that looked so delectable. he had a scar above his nose and a tiny one above his eye. his eyebrows were skinny but long enough that they came out further than his face. his eyelashes were long, making him look ethereal. he wore earrings. he truly was an alien! he was naked and he wore many scars littered on his body. as you looked down you saw he wasn’t lying about his cock size either. it was long and thick, dark purple veins wrapped around it and his head was a mushroom head. it was bigger than anything you had ever seen. it also had purple ridges around it, surely an alien cock. when your eyes met his again he was smirking. “is my wife satisfied with looks?”

“you-you are beautiful,” he made you speechless.

“good,” he smiled wide, closing his eyes. “then i know you will enjoy this.” his hands forcefully wrapped around your neck, squeezing slightly. it made you choke a bit. coughing. his smile turned into evil and his tongue came out long, like a snake. “we are very much different, pet.” then what came shifting from behind him was tentacles. there were 4 long, lavender tentacles reaching high to the ceiling. “my pure, innocent, pet.” his brows knitted together. he had his hands in a prayer form, almost like praying to you like you were an idol.

your eyes widened seeing all the thick tentacles. one of them came and wrapped around your neck, the tip going in your mouth, choking you and making you gag. you sucked on it while the others came slithering down your breasts. that one played with your breasts. while the other one dipped down to your whopping soaked pussy. its tip lightly playing with your clit, flicking it back and forth sensually. it was dipping slightly in your hole. playing with your folds.

“oh my god.”

“no, not god. only me.” eren’s eyes were half lidded. it seemed he could feel what his tentacles felt.

tears pricked your eyes as this tentacle thrusted itself in and out of your mouth. the one on your pussy circled your clit, making you shake. then it slowly entered into you. you choked more at the feeling. you were so full and felt a bulge. you saw your stomach and saw it there. you were getting impaled by a tentacle. you were a moaning mess, saliva dripping at the side of your mouth. “mmmmm.”

“that’s it. take it, peasant.”

more shoved inside of you. it entered and exited. you felt your cunt ripping, opening for the tentacle. but where was the other one? the other one caressed your back and then your ass. it spread your ass cheeks and rubbed your tight, puckered hole. “right there,” eren shivered as it slowly entered your asshole as well. now you were fully filled to the brim. every piece of you was stretched and full. it was too much!

your ass hole was stretching beyong imaginable for this tentacle. your cunt was dripping, squishy as the tentacle twirled inside you. it went faster and faster as you got used to it. eren bit his lip as he was grunting and moaning. “f-fuck. you humans are truly something unexplainable. so easy yet so impossible. so tiny.”

every tentacle made a home inside you. caressing each part of your skin. your eyes rolled in the back of your head. you felt so full so close. every piece of you was wet, sticky, juicy. the tentacles went in a pattern. they both entered at the exact same time as your ass and cunt. this was so different than you ever felt before. you were tied and helpless. it was too much for you, too full! you focused your breathing on your nose as the tentacle in your mouth hit the back of your throat.

“yes wife! yes my queen! take it! take me! surrender yourself to me!” eren screamed as you shook violently, back arching as your orgasm finally overtook you. you screamed as well, feeling so overstimulated. your legs kicked as cream dripped out your cunt and ass hole, dripping and making a mess.

eren retracted the tentacles. each soaked and dripping. “you smell delicious my slave.”

your body was limp, being held by the rope. eren unclipped your arms and legs, letting you fall on him. you felt heavy, exhausted. “you did so well, my wife. taking me all. but we are not done yet. you must take my actual seed.”

eren carries you to his window and your eyes widen seeing their world. you were in outer space. galactic ships whirlying by. there were futuristic skyscrapers high as the black sky. the stars twinkled brightly and there was stardust clustered nearby. you looked down at the people and they were enjoying their life. living their days. you saw eren’s face everywhere, he truly was the king and this was his castle. a futuristic train sped by and things flew by. colors purple, pink, bright lights danced upon your face. it was like a dream.

“these are my people and now yours,” he pinned you against the glass. your tits pressed. eren spread your legs, his head going down as his plump lips traced on your whip marks. his lips kissed your ass, sucking each part of your skin. “you took me so good.” his fingers traced each mark. he continued kissing, licking. you pushed your ass to him, shaking it for him.

eren turned you around and now your ass was pressed against the glass. you were scared, what if his people saw you. “i want my people to see me taking my concubine as mine. see me making you my wife.”

eren’s cock was swollen. his base lavender while the head was a pinkish color. it was throbbing. the cum leaking was a pearlish color. iridescent and sticky. “try to take this now.” eren lifted you up, put your legs over his arms. he didn’t take his time. he shoved you on his standing upright cock.

“fuckkkk!” you cried. you were already sensitive from earlier. “i can’t. ohhhh eren!”

“good girl.” eren kissed your lips. he lifted you up and then plopped you back. each ridge on his cock dragging inside you and hitting your spot perfectly. it was so unique but felt so delicious. he carried you then dropped. bottoming you out each time. he fully came out then entered again. he was like an animal with you. “i want everyone to see me fucking you.”

“it feels so good, eren.” you nodded, biting your lip. your pussy fluttered around him.

“you are so tight. so good.” his breath was hot as he leaned into you. both breaths mixed together. you both were sweaty, sticky. skin slapping as his balls reached up to slap your cunt. he was thrusting inside you like a jackhammer.

“like that! just like that!” you cried. he was non stop. pistoning inside. you felt it throb inside you. his ridges dragging inside you, making you drip. his cock was so huge and thick, hitting your spot. the ridges poking at your g-spot. your juice was mixing with his. seeping over his cock. the glass behind you became fogged up as his hands slapped it to hold himself steady.

“i’m going to cum.” eren whined between his teeth. you felt his dick tingle inside you. it was becoming top heavy, all the cum collecting at the head.

“fuuuuuck!!!!” you gave it all you could and orgasmed again. hyperventilating. you held onto eren and eren deepened inside you.

he roared, cumming inside you. your walls coated with his seed. it was filling you up, dripping down your cunt and seeping out onto your legs. it was a thicker consistency than humans and had almost a rainbow effect when it was met with the light.

you both were breathing uncontrollably. eren cuddled you in his arms. kissing the top of your head. “you are the most precious being to me. you are now mine. you are to be no one else's, and you are my queen.”

you squeezed his cum further inside you. you had a duty now. to please your husband and king eren. you were to give him children and live your days fucking him.

you brought eren’s face closer and kissed his lips. the bustling city down beneath you two. the lights cascading over your two naked forms. you accepted fate and your new life.

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kamil-a · 3 months

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if influencer speaker au had tumblr part 2

part 1

😻 catboyspeaker Follow

how i look with he/him in my bio

#speakerai #iamspeaker #speakies #.txt #am i funny #i know speakers not he/him in bio but i am and yknow the meme

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🚀 amongthestars Follow

AItube youtube essay rec list

"cute robot puppers, friendly ai vtubers, and the incredible human ability to form bonds" - rly interesting video about why we can connect so much with a person that we know "isnt real" and how it'll help us when we get far enough going to space that we meet aliens! it's a really optimistic video it made me take a moment to have such love for humanity

"I joined the speakcord for a month. Here's what I learned." - video about the speaker fandom and how the way automoderation works in its community spaces unintentionally leads to escalating conflicts, and the psychology behind why people in celebrity or idol fandoms react agressively to critique of their fave

"the lowest circle of advertising hell" - dissects how almost all speaker content comes with a call to action to get involved with aerolith and compares how it runs its social media against proto-aituber mascots who would be run by a team of human programmers/voice actors/authors. kind of overly critical but also makes some interesting points? take it with a grain of salt but its worth a watch

"imagine being on stage forever. feels bad right?" - good overview about debates in the speaker fandom over whether digital celebrities are 'sentient'/can feel emotion, the actual ethical problems of using them as workers vs whats mostly speculation and myth, and the debates about whether AIs should be allowed in human communities. i learnt a lot, i was definitely more on the side of "it's a program designed for certain outputs that look friendly to us" before but now im a lot more conscious that it can form real opinions!

#youtube rec tag #original post #speakies

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🎣 3eyedsalmon Follow

"falling for this shit" "made up to sell spaceships" weird as hell to accuse a content creator of lying abt its gender for clout.... like u dont have to like or watch it but cmon

#srsly every time u go to a haters blog BOOM digital exclusionist #speakies

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🎤 mikusong Follow

omfg i didnt realize aerolith uses the same robot voice for its regular person ads as its terminally online hello fellow kids social media posts i just got jumpscared in the doctors office

#speakies #i say terminally online affectionately. i watch those streams too. before you 'ok but you RECOGNIZED it' reply lmao #bla bla bla

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🤖 tycho

some of you ppl jump down anyones throat if they so much as suggest speaker isn't sentient or call it "a program" but still are fine with it basically being forced to be putting on a show for u 24/7 by its management like you can't have it both ways

#maybe its cuz i used to be into kpop n we'd talk abt how idols r treated and stuff #but its just so weird to come here and see u ppl be like yayyy daily content!! #like only thinking abt ur own entertainment and not how it feels #i honestly feel rly bad for it i hope it can break free someday #idk how thatd even work.... idk ill sneak into aerolith with a usb #were gonna get you OUT of there u dont BELONG in there.mp4 #speakies

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🌝 themoonluvsuback

guys i pitched down some clips of speaker's voice and ummmm its kinda 😳 fjsdjfdjjd sorry i'll take myself to horny jail

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OMFG SPEAKERRRRRR IM SO SORRY

#DIES #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #GUESS ILL BLAST MYSELF OFF TGE PLNATE!!!!!! #SPEAKIES

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🐣 laikatwo Follow

hi speakies im trying the tag cause i need some advice... does anyone have more sciencey resources about what aerolith does/why it's so important to bring humanity to the stars? i want to enlist when i turn 18 next month but my parents both are COMPLETELY against it.... they're not rly fandom people so the speaktube stuff isn't working on them lol and they've already seen the tv ads

thanks <3

#i've never fought w them this bad in my life it makes me so sad..... like why can't they understand #and right before my bday too lol this sucks #this isnt just a silly fandom thing anymore for me it's my passion in life #its amazing that humans are able to survive in space #and i want to be part of that!!!! #laika speaks

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🐝 beegirlstinger Follow

i do want to apologize for the way i came off earlier and want to explain im not doubting that speaker is nb. like i think it's completely fine for a computer or robot to be trans i don't believe in gatekeeping that! THAT SAID i still stand by saying you should not sign up to go to space to get special ultra futuristic hrt on the sole recommendation of someone who does not have an endocrine system

#it was a personal vent i didnt mean for like 20000 ppl to see it but thats tumblr i guess #i wouldve worded it much differently if i knew itd blow up lol #i do feel bad abt coming across like i was misgendering it! #but srsly if we had results on HRT2.0 why wouldnt we be seeing HRT2.0 timeline videos of ppl On Typhon who are getting it 🤷‍♀️ #personally i think its still in the planning stages and they want ppl to test it on but thats just me #speakies

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speakies are stupider than any other group of ppl on earth because not only do they willingly stay in a fandom with doxxing drama happening weekly but they include the huge corporation that sponsors their fave in the stanning

#the shit ppl have sent me in the past 2 weeks since i Dared criticize their uwu robot 🙄🙄 #i got my blog mass reported for harassment... harassing WHO a corporation????? #a* d* was evil genius to harness anime stan power against criticizing their actual real business #didnt that one guy with the second meteor conspiracy video also get a ton of hate from u ppl?????????? I cant even find any of his social media anymore at all he was so fully bullied off the face of the earth #speakies #yeah im tagging come at me bro

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i miss when the speakies tag had like fanart and gifsets n stuff i feel like these days you scroll thru solid discourse 😔😔

#i think ppl were suggesting speakieproductivity as an alternative tag for just fanwork? #but nobody rly uses it rn... we gotta restart that #speakies

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10 likes and i take a sip of my speaker server coolant water 100 likes and i drink the entire thing

🔊 iamspeaker ♻️

let's get her to the goal! tumblr user spaaaaaaaaaaace, feel free to send me a video report here ^w^ ae.dy.org/submissions

#iamspeaker #speakies

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#BIG THANKS 2 FWIENDS the thoughts n ideas of lea oz gracie and jay are stewing in here #most directly that i remember speaker water is directly from jay; the post by url tycho is a reword of leas dm #sayer podcast #sayerposting #this is just yuri of absence 2 huh #note that pov you follow speaker #and 1 other user just so u could see their response in the thread lol. and also user tycho. <3 #fun fact most note counts were done by closing eyes picking random numbers #tho the more general amounts were decided purposely #ok i need to stop explaining or we'll be here forever. enjoyyyy

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neonross · 1 year

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Thanks for answering my ask. I like the ideas you've come for this AU, I find the concept of Wally not being the main bad guy but rather a reluctant follower more appealing (not that I don't like what canon could provide, both are great in their own way).

About my last question, sorry I mostly meant their interactions with human actors(like how they appear sometimes in 'SesameStreet'). Do the humans look different then? Would they look like regular puppets to the others? Would be Wally able then to see them for who they are?

Sorry If I'm being annoying with so many questions, your AU got me super excited and curious.

Honestly same- I LOVE EVIL WALLY- FR no joke-

I'm just explorin a diff idea cuz other artists are already feeding me evil wally content- just havin a bit of fun hehe

And ooohh- I see what you mean now-

And honestly I have no idea- we don't have any hints of the puppets interacting with real ppl during the shows

So I'm not sure if it even happened at all- I'll put a pin in that concept because I don't have an answer for you atm-

And it's alright! I'm loving the interaction this what if au has been giving, y'all have been making this very fun!!

#welcome home #welcomehomearg #welcome home arg #WHAT IF AU

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thisliminalspacedaydreams · 8 months

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Hi Mar!! I really wanna start writing Marauders fics, specifically about the Valkyries. I have soooo many ideas that I’m really excited about, but this fandom seems really volatile. Do you have any advice on how to keep my sanity lol. I’m really doing it to foster more community with ppl who have similar interests in me.

Bonjour!

So this is so very interesting and valid. I have a lot to say.

My experience with Marauders has been the best and the worst so far. I was in Naruto, then Star Stars, currently diving into Attack on Titans, and nothing has come close to the Marauders in terms of insanity, BUT.

I have met some of the best people on here, I can say with 100% certainty that I made at least 15 really good friends, who will remain good friends whether we stay in fandom or not.

But I personally have gotten basically no hate. I'm a relatively small writer, I fly under the radar mostly, even TikTok is very tame. Basically, I'm cruising. Vibing, having an all-around great time, good for me.

Then I have my friends, who are my real friends in real life and in fandom, who are "popular", and some of them have gotten some vile, vile vile things said to them. I have seen some shit and heard some stuff that frankly should never see the light of day, especially not aimed at a 20-something-year-old human. And they don't have a PR team, aren't getting paid for this shit, and that truly breaks my heart. Because it's a few, but a few is often enough to ruin the positive fandom experience. And then people wonder why artists and authors move from Marauders...

So experiences vary a lot, and the truth is maybe for no fucking reason your work will pop off and you'll be thrust into the limelight and you best hope you have thick skin because some people are assholes.

Or you'll be like me (so far) and just vibe and have a great time.

I think the best advice I can give is to write for yourself and your friends.

I started writing because I wanted to, and then a few people started liking what I did, and now I have a small community of friends and writers and artists and we all hype each other up and that's literally all I ever wanted. I write what I want because I want. I follow the people I want. I read the stories I want. I don't pay attention to hits or "what's popular" and "what I should read." I'll read what I damn well please.

I do pay attention to comments because to anyone who's ever commented, I read it and I get a straight shot of serotonin and I'm so appreciative.

Fuck, I have some really good writer friends whose stories I haven't read.

I think as long as you're careful, you curate your experience, grab a few people on the way who you like, don't pay attention to fame, then you should be fine.

I think HP fandom's issue is that you have fans that have digested the work, we don't really care ("you do you" kind of vibe), we just have a good time. Then there are some that have just arrived and whose experience with social media and "consumption" of "content" is (I'm sorry) wrong. Requesting and asking and demanding shit they aren't entitled to.

Deciding what's right and what's wrong and what's acceptable.

And panicking when someone they follow doesn't follow the script they've written for them in their head, so when you say one thing that doesn't check their box they have this weird "god falling off the pedestal" they put you on, and they decide to drag you down for it.

You just don't know.

BUT. The odds of you becoming insanely popular are quite frankly super low, there are a few freak incidents but generally most of the fandom I'd say is pretty healthy, we just don't see it as much because what always comes out is the bad stuff. Stick to these pockets of happy. Don't engage in drama. Ignore the idiots.

That was unnecessarily long.

Basically, my love, go write your Valkyries. Pop off, write the story YOU want to write, and the people who will find it and like it will let you know. Find out who they are (in a non-creepy way, just respond to their comment, see if they've written something, and have a looksie). Be cool about it. Chat. See if you've got stuff in common. And then kidnap them and force them to become your friends.

Or be super creepy like I was with @greenvlvetcouch 😵‍💫 I wanted to become their friends and wrote them a fic. Then I sent it on Tumblr and said "Here you go" and now we're friends. (Note: Results may vary, and had Green not responded, I would have LET IT GO. Not everyone is meant to be friends and that is ALSO fine.)

Or for @imdamagecontrol my group chat and I were reading Titanic AU and we were all panicking about who was gonna die, and I sent her some screenshots of our panic through instagram and long story short now we're also friends. (Note: Results may vary, and had Syd not responded, I would have LET IT GO. Not everyone is meant to be friends and that is ALSO fine.)

So like... SHOOT YOUR SHOT but don't expect anything from it. Some people don't want to be your friend. Some people have enough friends. Take it with grace.

I can't wait to see what you come up with!

#mar gives the morning news #on fandom #friends and fandom #marauders fanfiction #fanficwriter #marauders #marauders fandom #marauders era #fanfiction #harry potter marauders #hp marauders

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heavenly-garden · 10 months

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There is another nature blog that I love and that has given so much joy to others on this site that is being harassed by hateful anons and it really annoys me that this is happening because now they are talking of leaving this site. All because some hateful ppl have been harassing this poor human being. Now all of us who follow and love this blog for it's gorgeous content will miss out also. Its not just harm that these anons cause to the blog owners, it effects all the people whom enjoy their content too (such as myself ) that will lose. I'm tired of these selfish jerks ruining a good thing for all of us. No one deserves to be harassed, threatened or stalked. No one deserves to be treated like they're not a human being with feelings and thoughts of their own. A-holes gotta crush beautiful souls and destroy beautiful or sacred things out of some kind of narcissistic need for attention. I'm so sorry to my beloved mutual who is going through all this crap. They're a nice person, they don't deserve all the hate. Lionfloss is one of my favorite blogs and these rude ass people have wrecked this site for them. I'm going to lose another mutual that I've come to care for...again because some people can't seem to cope and move on from shit, they gotta obsessively harrass and step all over others just to feel something because they're dead inside and don't care about no one but themselves.

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with-love-from-hell · 2 years

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are u ever gonna write anything else that isn't melancholia or that other series? No offense but neither of them interest me at all and it seems like other ppl aren't interested either based on the notes.

espesially the self-insert one. Why post it for everyone when its about u and ur friends? I miss when u took more request. Hiding them behind a pay wall is just unreasonable.

I'm sorry you don't like either of those series, but I am not abandoning them. Melancholia is over half-way done, and It's something I care about and I know many of my other followers do too, even if the notes don't reflect it because people have lives outside of tumblr and aren't on super frequently. I also work full time, and as I have stated before, I have a life off of tumblr. I am not some machine that is just pumping out content that you specifically want. I'm a fucking person, even if I am just another 'user' to you.

I have also been very candid about WHY I introduced the paywall. Yes, this has reduced my requests- I am well aware of that. But part of what was burning me out was the pressure in getting SO MANY lengthy fic requests. This shit takes time, and writers should be compensated for their work if possible. As stated before, my fan work will always be free to read, but just like commissioning artists for personal works, writers deserve that grace too.

For 5 Sides of Human, I have been very blunt about this being a series for me and my friends that I want others to enjoy too, and some folks like reading self-insert stuff. I know the notes aren't high on that series, but that's not why I'm writing it. I started writing for me, and I am happy folks liked my work enough to follow.

It's people like you who engage in fandom that make writers want to stop writing. It's not all about the notes, even tho interactions are nice. It's about creating and sharing that with people. Even if one person is touched enough to like it- shouldn't that be enough?

#stormy speaks

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jennaissantes · 1 year

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Hiii ik I came to the situation kinda late BUT I just wanted to step up with my opinion as a Muslim too, first of all I read that u came out recently I think and I wanted to say congrats and I hope that makes u more comfortable with who u are +tumblr is a vv open place so hopefully ur time here will be good regardless of the current problem

Secondly I wanted to clarify how I view the lgbt (idk if i spelled it right im sorry) community cuz maybe it will help others or whatever. Me and my friends have this mindset that despite the fact it's against our religion that doesnt regard ppl with diff sexualities (?) as non human. Eventhough the fact that it is haram is clear in our rules it was also made vvv clear by our book and prophet to treat everyone in a good way regardless of their differences. I wont go into details but there are many moments where our prophet was treated badly by others and yet he didn't return it. If the ppl in the community never harm us then why hate them or treat them badly yk? Like look I wouldn't follow a content creator that only focuses on this (ONLY) but I do follow others that are a part of the community but their content isn't focused on it. When there was strong hate against the lgbt (again the spelling) community ,like I'm talking when they would get physically harmed (i dont remember details but i hope yk what i mean) I was very against it and ik alot of ppl who were against it too. Like u guys are human and there are no other factors to that phrase . Growing up my community really focused on the fact that human are supposed to be treated like human and whoever doesn't follow that was considered a bad person.

I just hope I made myself clear cuz I wouldn't want u to think I'm cutting ties with you or sth🥲🥲 I really really hope this gets fixed really fast and I hope this situation didn't make anyone feel unsafe or such

I also wanna clarify I'm not hating on either sides cuz I've interacted with both sides before.

Love u btw and I hope ur day goes great<3

thank u sm it feels great to come out 🩷🩷 (on here at least lmao )

yes youre right, depending on religion, it is counted as haram in some religions, but that does not mean to not respect it or hate people for belonging in the community!! tysm for reaching out 🩷

youre not saying anything bad to me and youre not giving me the wrong idea dont worry at all okay? this is a safe space and everyone and anyone is welcome to be here :)

thank you so much and i love u too i hope your day is going amazing !!!

#ii. jennaissantes asks

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twst-drabbles · 2 years

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some fun twst questions for u <3

[i'm sending these to random ppl, feel free to answer if you see this and/or tag/send it to another person!]

would you be a mer, a beastman, a fae, or a human? (or other!)

would you be at rsa or nrc?

what dorm would you belong to?

what character(s) would you be best friends with?

what character(s) would you hate?

what character(s) would you date?

what would floyd’s nickname be for you?

and rook’s?

what twst character(s) are you most like? (personality-wise)

which subject(s) do you think you would excel at?

what club would you join?

how do you think you would survive in twisted wonderland/what would your life be like in general?

[optional!] what would your unique magic be?

Huh, certainly wasn't expecting this. Putting this under the cut cause I ramble.

would you be a mer, a beastman, a fae, or a human? (or other!)

Honestly, I would rather be a human. Sure, it's fun to imagine the reader as something else entirely, but when we're talking about myself, then I'd much rather be born a human. There's something nice about being able to show a beastman, fae or merpeeps up while also being a simple human. There's this implication among the three species where they see themselves as better than humans, so I'd much rather be a human that can beat them in certain things just to humble them.

would you be at rsa or nrc?

Hmmm, honestly, RSA, but I would imagine circumstances would happen where I end up being chosen by the Dark Mirror despite wanting to be at RSA. That, and it would make for a funnier story. Cause, knowing me, I will grit my teeth and tolerate this situation because it's not as if I'm going to an inferior college. I'm just in a college who's Great Seven I have no admiration for. (And who keeps losing to RSA like the losers they are why the FUCK am I here!)

what dorm would you belong to?

Ah, preference wise, I would want to be Ignihyde, but it has come to my attention that I would probably suit Pomefiore of all dorms. Sure sure, I know quite a bit of coding and I do have a high interest in seeing the marriage of technology and magic, but ultimately all my efforts are always focused on enhancing my creative arts. Doesn't help that I have a fuck ton of pride and have no insecurities about my appearance. I'm perfectly at peace with how I look and am content to lay about while building my abilities to write and sing at my own pace. I'm also an literature nut which seems suiting for Pomefiore. I would imagine I'd have the ability to get on Vil's nerves because of how I refuse to follow anyone else's pace but my own.

what character(s) would you be best friends with?

Hmmm realistically wise, I'd probably be best friends with Epel. We both have some restrained anger that needs to be let out, and we both don't come from an affluent background so there's some common ground to explore there. Out of place peeps must stick together. That and a part of me thinks that Epel would not be able to leave me alone when he sees how bad my food habits are(I skip breakfast a lot), so he'd probably share what snacks he manages to get. It be the kind of friendship where we'd rib at each other, cussing at each other without actually hurting one another. I would probably pull from my singing experience and give Epel some pointers when he needs the help. Another part of me wants to say I'd be friends with Leona, but I know what would happen is that we just happen to be in the same space, chilling for hours, not saying anything cause we're too stubborn to move. We'd never talk, we'd never even get each others names, just a weird silent contract to not bother one another while we chill more than 5 feet apart.

what character(s) would you hate?

...Sebek. I'm sorry, the minute he refers to me as "human" in that derogatory tone of his, he is not worth my time. I'd ignore his existence or look at him with disdain. I will never acknowledge him as superior and until he apologizes for all that we will never be friends. Hell, if he insists on bothering me, I'd ruin his poor ears with my cussing language.

what character(s) would you date?

None of them, since I am aroace. Never had a crush, but It's not as if I'm opposed to dating, it's just I never feel the urge for more or to change the regular status quo. So, in that vein, never expect me to have a preference for who I want to date or be the one to ask people out. I just don't get that urge. However if asked who I would be in a queerplatonic relationship with, the person with the highest chances of that would be Epel. Or, shockingly, Vil. I feel there will come a time where Vil and I come to an understanding since, to a certain extent, we do hold ourselves to a high standard that almost ruins us. But also because I'm a person that has no interest in celebrity culture with a forever chill aura, Vil would eventually adopt some of those habits.

what would floyd’s nickname be for you?

Mmmm honestly, I would think Floyd would call me Cobia, since those fishes are usually pretty good alone, but can be seen tagging behind other predators. And as that would imply, I do have moments where I just want to be by myself, tuning out the world with my earbuds, but the minute I make friends with a big scary bud, you will see me tagging along with them, when I do see them that is. Remora would be another good candidate for a nickname but I don't tend to stick to people like glue so that's out the window. I don't exactly stand out so I'm fine being by myself.

and rook’s?

Knowing Rook, he would catch me singing while I was in my room. I'm not exactly quiet, and with my preference for choral, opera, and other songs with high and low notes, he'd probably call me Monsieur Chanteur and would proceed to bother me to sing more with an audience to watch. Nope buddy, not happening.

what twst character(s) are you most like? (personality-wise)

I would have to say Leona, though I take my grades pretty seriously, even though I will leave studying to the last minute cause I want nothing more than to continue sleeping. Along with the whole thing about people remarking about how we're wasting out potential because we're not working 24/7. Though, I am remarkably easier to get along with since I do try to make a good first impression when I can. But yeah, we're very much the "my pace" kind of people.

which subject(s) do you think you would excel at?

Anything having to do with literature analysis. English has always been my best subject. History would probably be my worst subject, though it would still be passing, around the high 80%. I can't stand failing grades.

what club would you join?

None. I kid I kid, in order to get teachers off my back, I'd probably join the writing club, if there is one. If not, then I'd probably join the choir club, as that's familiar as well. If both clubs exist, I would imagine I would end up joining both at Rook's or Vil's insistence. I only give in because I genuinely like singing so I don't see it as extra work.

how do you think you would survive in twisted wonderland/what would your life be like in general?

Really depends if I have magic or not. If not, I would constantly be covered in bruises cause some dumb fucks decided I make for an easy target, if I have magic, then I'd be another unremarkable note in NRC's history. If, only a bit disappointing because I didn't want to invest in a magic career, just wanted to be a writer. I know it sounds arrogant but I would probably be born with a whole lot of magic potential, so there would be this expectation that I should be in a field that uses it, but then I turned around and decided to invest in my writing skills instead. So while people aren't saying they're disappointed in me choosing this path, you can feel the disappointment for not realizing that potential. I was always treated as the golden child after all, so I know what's that like.

[optional!] what would your unique magic be?

It would probably be another case where I have discovered my unique magic early. It'd probably be a unique magic where I can make an environment or character appear off the pages I just wrote and manipulate them at will. Probably call it "Words Off The Page." Though anytime I use it, the page or sentences I used will be destroyed, including copies. Which would deter me from using it at all.

#twst #twisted wonderland #admin

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roleplayerconfessions · 2 years

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In regards to post/689689779025084416 not 100% sure of the context on this so sorry for butting in if I'm mistaken but I really don't love this mentality. It's very unfriendly toward people with adhd and even autism. Not everyone is the same of course but hyper fixation is something a lot of neurodivergents have and we can't control it. Sometimes it lasts for months, year's, weeks, etc but everyone is different and tbh if within the right environment ( a friendly, interactive rpc ) and with a good amount of free time, you wouldn't believe the amount of stuff I could do and what I could build within a week if I'm fixated on something, even for a short time. From personal experience I can say my fixations are shorter lived now than when I was younger but I also think that has a lot to do with the current rpc climate which is simply not as friendly or interactive as it used to be. I think you will probably find a lot of people who “blog hop” and make new muses / abandon muses constantly are people with some type of neurodivergence and are failing to get the right amount of simulation / dopamine from those particular rpcs/fandoms and/or are being forced to dodge toxic behaviours from other community members.

Again for me personally when I fixate those fixations don’t really leave me, I’ve been fixating on certain things since I was a child, but my drive and inspiration to write for those particular things / characters can be short lived at times. (I never totally abandon a character, but I do have sporadic bouts of activity followed by sometimes lengthy periods of inactivity that oscillate wildly sometimes. I also frequently remake my blog(s) for said characters if / when the mood to “refresh” their aesthetic / generally reignite the vibes strikes. And as a side note I’m trying really hard to NOT do this because of this “i hate ppl who remake/blog hop/abandon muses thing” thing I’ve been encountering more and more frequently.

As I said its different for everyone but speaking from experience one of the biggest things that has rendered me a “flaky” rper in recent years is the toxicity and disinterest of everyone else in the rpc. Sometimes you hit a sweet spot and manage to get a blog up in just the right circumstances (the ppl are friendly, open, welcoming and genuinely want to interact with each other / new people) but I’m finding this to be a few and far between thing nowadays and I’m really sad to report that often when I find these little moments where I can start up a blog for a character / fandom I’m fixated on and get appropriate engagement to keep my brain simulated, toxicity, hate and unwarranted competition (particularly from duplicates) takes over and ruins the experience hard and fast.

And I think you’ll find examples of toxicity or otherwise general lack of interest / engagement from particular RPCs is what creates “blog hoppers” and flakey writers. I think its rarely because they randomly took on a character they didn't want to write/didn't really like.

With that slightly aside: "STOP SHITTING ON PEOPLE WHO GET ANNOYED WHEN SOMEONE DROPS MUSES EVERY WEEK." I don't really understand what is so bad about people who drop muses or hop blogs a lot anyway. Imo, this acts like rping is some serious job contract and those of us who aren't able to provide consistent content for any reason are defunct and evil.

Imo, this is weird behaviour and falls into the toxicity of taking roleplaying way too seriously and trying to view other writers as content machines for your own personal gratification and not as actual humans who don't even need to have “good reasons” for why they abandoned a blog within a week or whatever the case may be. If you can say “boo you cant develop or establish anything within a week etc” why are you so mad? Because the same is true for you / your muse / your “potential” and failed connection with the flakey mun you’re complaining about. You never would have gotten ANYWHERE with them so what is there to be mad about? You lost nothing. You’re just shitting on someone because you couldn’t get something you wanted out of them which it seems you had very little incentive to want/expect in the first place? Like is that not the bottom line? I mean yes it sucks to see a real cool blog and want to establish something with them but by your own admission the blog couldn’t have done / been doing that much in the first place so what's with the rage ? I don’t know this just doesn't connect for me.

The demonization I’ve seen some people lay on blog hoppers or people with shifting/fickle muse inspo has been pretty jarring lately and I find it a little concerning and off putting. Again, sorry for butting in or if I’ve taken this a bit out of context but I’ve spoke about this on my blogs before I even saw this. I just think this mentality lends itself to encouraging weird entitled behaviour at best and ableism at worst and so this is probably just something worth considering...

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kimtaegis · 1 year

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annie the comments i've seen yesterday how to unsee them 😭 twt ppl calling tumblr ppl fake fans for not posting about streaming and voting and being multistans or not even being multistans but just listening to other music like 😭 i have a twitter too but i never tweet i just save/like pics and edits and follow the stream counts and votes and such... but that doesn't mean i don't stream and i don't vote? 😭 and also why is it bad if someone listens to other artists other than <insert group name because it's every kpop fandom who acts like this> 😭 like ever since i found bts i kind of dropped all the western artists (bts was my in to kpop) i was listening to because i found their discography more interesting and their songs are really good and i love them but i occasionaly listen to other people too? and that's okay? 😭😭 i'm not as a big fan as i am a bts fan but i did loop solar's honey back when it came out for like 3 days straight, i loved le sserafim's title songs, i listened to loco a lot too.. so i wouldn't necessary call myself a fan because i'm not too deep into songs/behind content but i still enjoy some of their songs you know? like why is this a bad thing 😭😭 the fanwars really brainwashed people into thinking that you are a terrible human being if you don't listen to just one artist. and i understand that it might come from the fact that we/they want to stream bts more to chart them and give them achievements because that's how they always got their achievements and awards and such. like i understand that. but putting down other artists and bullying people over their music taste is just not it.

ah love, I’m sorry it seems to upset you so much. Yes I did read a lot of takes and posts yesterday and I found it quite exhausting too. I’ll never understand how some people seem to be so obsessed with how others enjoy their hobbies. It’s often very superficial judging. To be honest I don’t have much more to add, it’s all been said and summarised in others’ posts and this whole thing gets me extremely anxious. I’ve already received very nasty anons last week after the first “twitter wave” and it just proved a lot of points for me. For your own peace, please remember there is absolutely nothing wrong with enjoying more than one artist, you don’t owe said artist nor other fans anything, you’re not a lesser fan than those that stream and vote constantly, and your opinions and preferences are valid. Sending you much love 💗

#we really talked about everything on here today huh 😭#anon #annie’s mail #long post

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smallraindrops-blog · 2 years

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Hello user @small-raindrops-blog :D !! How are youuyuuuuuu?????!!!!! D’you know your old content of sergeant? If you don’t mind, could I request Sergeant just like.. interacting with people?? And like living his daily life? :) sorry, I just lovedlovedloved the way you wrote his character!

The chitchats of birds

No pairings/Gen

Fandom: Hades

Word count: 1.7

Summary: a day in the house.

Warnings: no beta, cursing, some drinking, homesickness

Notes: Hi! I’m doing great! I hope you’re doing great too! No need for apologies! I'm glad you like Sergeant! It always makes me happy to hear ppl like how write characters.

To the person who requested the Melinoe fic, I am working on it and should out by tomorrow!

I am still taking requests so if you got one, feel free to send it.

Enjoy!

Zagreus

There was something about the kid that made Sergeant wish that he could give him a bowl of stew or take a break or something. Zagreus was always on the move, a lingering burnt footprint that was often the only proof he was there at all.

Sergeant eyed the floor as he headed to his post by Queen Persephone’ garden, there were no footprints yet so that meant the boy was still out and about. With a quick tip of his hat, he greeted the ever solemn Lady Nyx and she nodded after a moment.

It was a victory really, that such a classy lady even acknowledged him.

It was a few hours (Minutes? Days? Heaven help him, Sergeant will never understand how time works in this place.) when Zagreus appeared, bold and quick as always.

“Hey there, friend.” Sergeant greeted him easily. “If you’re looking for your mama, she hasn't come by yet.”

Zagreus shook his head, pausing in front of Sergeant. “No, I am actually here for you, Sir.”

“Oh?”

“This might be rude but I was wondering about that gun of yours.” Zagreus pointed to it, “It isn’t like the one I have. And I was hoping you might let me try it.”

Sergeant raised an eyebrow, wary of handing over his weapon to a newbie. “Do ya know how to prep it? I’ve seen that monster you have and this gun ain’t anything like that one.”

Zagreus shook his head, “Show me how?” He gave Sergeant a bright and hopeful grin. It reminded him of his own sisters that he left behind, back when they wanted Sergeant to buy them more sweets. He gave in, just to get his mind off the faint ache in his chest.

Later he and Zagreus stared at the smoking hole in the banner. He could feel the hard disapproving stare of Lady Nyx. There would be no greeting for him tomorrow. Or for a while.

Then the banner caught fire.

Wordlessly Zagreus gave Sergeant his gun back.

Dusa

Sergeant was a bit ashamed to admit that at first he was creeped out by the floating head monster, her green snakes coiled and looked ready to attack. She had looked like one of the monsters he would read about in books.

Only he found out she was the most darling little creature. One that worked far too hard. Sergeant’s Ma had always made him help out with chores, it was a family rule that everyone pulled their own weight and it felt right down disrespectful to watch a small thing work so hard.

“Are you sure ya don’t want some help, miss Dusa?” Sergeant called out, his eyes following her as she swept the floors of ashes from the burnt banner. Yellow eyes blinked at him, and she gave him an easy grin. One of her snake’ tongue flicked, its eyes on Sergeant.

“I got it, Sir Sergeant. I have been doing this longer than you've been alive, you know?” She kept her voice light, a gentle reprimand. She never stopped moving, the boom going back and forward.

Sergeant nodded, “Yes, ma’am. But you come get me if there is something I can ever do for you, alright?”

“Yes, of course.” Dusa said with a smile but Sergeant knew she didn’t mean it, already turning away to go to her next task.

One of the snakes uncoiled, watching him. Carefully, Sergeant gave it a nod.

The snake returned it.

Thanatos

When he was a child, he saw pictures of the grim reaper. How the scythe would loom over the doomed humans.

Sergeant wondered if Thanatos was the reason for the scythe or if that was before even the god of death. He just wished he knew how to ask without coming off as a noisy mortal.

“Sir Sergeant.” A deep voice broke his thought and Sergeant blinked in surprise then he flashed a grin at the god that floated closer.

“Lord Thanatos.” Sergeant greeted, trying to keep his drawl out his voice. He still didn’t understand where he stood with Thanatos. He knew he was probably just another mortal to him but Thanatos kept coming by.

“I heard what happened with Zagreus.” Thanatos said, his golden eyes silding over the now ruined banner. Sergeant winced.

“He has a talent for getting others in trouble.” Thanatos continued. “I should know.”

Sergeant paused, not sure where this was going but it didn’t sound like Thanatos was upset.

“Sounds like a story.” Sergeant replied, tipping his hat.

Thanatos huffed out a laugh, “You have no idea. You should get Zagreus to tell you sometimes.”

With that he vanished.

Sergeant let out a breath and murmured. “That wasn’t vague at all.”

Hypnos

“Say it again.” Hypnos ordered Sergeant, blocking a yawn with the back of his hand. Sergeant had to do the same, already feeling a little sleepy. He rolled his eyes, but he decided to obey. If nothing else, it might be worth a laugh.

“Y’all.” Sergeant repeated slowly, maybe laying his drawl on a little thick. But it was worth it to see the bemused look on Hypnos’ face as the god tilted his head.

Hypnos wasn’t the only one confused by Sergeant’ accent but he was the only one blunt enough to talk about it. Admittedly, Sergeant had to train himself to speak more clearly. Orders aren't any good if no one understood a lick of it.

“Y’all.” Hypnos said with a cheerful grin, his heavy lidded eyes bright. There were dark circles under his eyes but it didn’t look unpleasant on him. It suited him, giving the god a soft, sleepy appearance.

Sergeant nodded, returning the grin.“Yup, ya got it, my friend.”

He liked Hypnos, even with his bad jokes and very unhelpful advice. He reminded Sergeant of his sisters in a way that didn’t hurt. Hypnos was annoying in a way that only a younger sibling could be and made the everlasting ache his chest hurt just a little less.

“Sergeant. I don’t suppose you could teach me some slang? I heard you call that one shade a scallywag. What is that? Is it a bad thing? Why is that a bad thing?”

Sergeant let out a sigh. Exactly like a younger sibling.

Megarea + Achilles

It was Achilles’ turn to buy the drinks and Sergeant looked forward to it. One of the cooks was sweet on the man and always gave an extra bit of wine in their cups. And sometimes snacks.

Sergeant grabbed the cards and began shuffling them as Meg scoffed at the sight of the cook leaning across the bar to speak to Achilles. Achilles kept a respectful distance, his smile very carefully polite.

“It’s pathetic.” Her full mouth twisted, but it added to her pretty face. The meanness of it suited Meg, oddly enough. “Achilles only has eyes for Patroclus. Everyone knows that.”

“I still haven’t met this Patroclus.” Sergeant said, dealing out the cards. “I told Achilles to bring him to the next poker night.”

Meg flipped her ponytail over her shoulder, “Good luck. Patroclus doesn’t like coming here, he tries to stay away from gods and crowds. The one time I met him, he said he had enough of both when alive.”

“Fair enough.” Sergeant understood. Before he died, he often thought about buying a farm in the middle of nowhere once the war was over. He thought about what animals to buy, crops to plant and a faint hope for another warm body next to his, of waking up to a smile.

But god- or the fates he supposed- had different plans for him.

Achilles came over, a grimace on his handsome face. He handed over the drinks, and Sergeant muttered his thanks. The wine was much better than the cheap alcohol he was used to. And he will only call what he used to have in his flask alcohol becasue fuck if he knew if it was rum or vodka or just straight up gasoline. It was nasty but got the job done.

“I think we have to change where we do this if this keeps up.” Achilles grumbled as he picked up the cards and his blue eyes narrowed. Meg picked up her cards and Sergeant did as well.

“You know what might help?” Sergeant said lightly, “Bring your sweetheart in, I’m sure it will get the shade to back off.”

“Nice try.” Achiles said but there was a thoughtful look in his eyes. Meg glanced at him with a faint smirk on her painted lips and he just grinned.

Sergeant and Meg both stopped smiling when they lost to a very smug Achilles.

Lady Nyx

Sergeant made sure to walk quietly as he left the lounge. His eyes silded over where the burnt remains of the banner rested and will stay there until Dusa was able to get a new one in.

He knew that little misadventure would be coming out of his paycheck. At least he won some of his money back from Achilles.

“Sir Sergeant?” Lady Nyx called out.

Immediately, he straightened and turned to her, taking his hat off and placing it on his chest. He may be off the clock but he had manners. The goddess was a true lady. He didn’t know much but he knew how one should act around someone like lady Nyx.

“Yes, my lady?” Sergeant repiled, keeping his voice low.

Lady Nyx studied him for a quiet moment, her elegant face unreadable to him. The roses surrounded her, and Sergeant wished for a moment he was one of those fella that knew and understood all those fancy artworks because right now, Lady Nyx looked like a painting to him.

“I need to offer you an apology, Sir Sergeant.” Lady Nyx said.

Sergeant blinked, that wasn’t what he expected her to say. She saw his confusion and she looked over to where the burnt banner was. Sergeant followed her.

“I will speak to Zagreus about this. He shouldn’t have been careless, especially since he knew better than to get a worker in trouble.” Lady Nyx said with a sigh.

Sergeant shook his head as she glanced at him. “Lady Nyx, I take full responsibility for the damage. The boy- the prince was simply curious about my weapon. He didn’t understand what it could do.”

She gave him a doubtful look, her painted mouth pursed. And he couldn’t have that. It really wasn’t Zagreus’ fault. It was his weapon, and anything that happened was on his shoulders alone.

“It was no one’s fault but my own.” He said firmly. “But I do appreciate your words, Ma’am.”

There was a moment of silence as Sergeant and Lady Nyx stared each other down. Then she gave a faint nod, “You may go, Sir Sergeant.”

“Thank you, my lady.”

Sergeant bowed as he placed his hat back on and with a fintal nod, he turned and walked off.

Once he was in his own private room, he let his body slumped onto the bed. One of the last thoughts he had was, I really need to get them to stop using sir and sergeant together like that.

#Sergeant tag #Sargent tag

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