#anon is on for this exact reason

[underwhelmingalchemist]

Hey, you!

Do you like my fics?

Do you want one?

Well if you donate to an organization or individual in Palestine, I'll write you one!

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And dm me a screenshot of your receipt, I will write you a fic, the length of which will depend on the donated amount (see below)

The fandoms I will write for include the MCU, Good Omens, Supernatural, and OFMD. I will write smut (you must be 18+ to request this), angst, fluff, whump- any genre you want (although I will likely draw the line on incredibly dark themes based on my own personal comfort). Want a fluffy fic of Cas and trans Dean that involves a coffee shop meet cute? Sure thing. Tony and Bucky having weird sex in the workshop? I can do that too. Crowley meeting Ed Teach in Spanish Jackie's and commiserating over their situationships? I've got you.

There is no minimum donation (as long as the donation is made in good faith, not just three cents to get a fic) and will be 1k words for any donation under $10, and then 1k words more for every $10 after that.

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#genuinely do not hesitate to ask me any questions #anon is on for this exact reason #fandom tags for exposure: #mcu #mcu fanfic #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fanfic #good omens #good omens fanfic #supernatural #spn #supernatural fanfic #spn fanfic #destiel #palestine #legal disclaimer: i am not profiting from this in any way and the campaigns themselves are not affiliated with me

[uncanny-tranny]

It's okay to just be binary you know

It's also okay to let trans people do whatever they want forever. Hope this helps.

#ask #anon #exorsexism #it's always interesting seeing these things because... what is inspiring this? #is it some sort of misguided notion that nonbinary people are somehow oppressing the Real Trans (binary people)? #or maybe the idea that there are Too Many Pesky Nonbinaries compared to the more binary trans people? #or that nonbinary people Don't Transition so they aren't truly trans? Like I've seen this exact shit for YEARS now #like i don't particularly want to put words in your mouth anon but i'm also not willing to play into your obvious hangups... #...about how OTHER people live and ID #because i already KNOW it's ~okay~ to be binary. ask me how i know. i LIVE as a binary man. For years. I'm well-aware. #because i don't know the Exact reason anon sent this i'm not going to assume but i also know better than to think this is good faith #this has the same energy as people unprompted telling bi people 'its okay to be straight/gay instead :(' #posting to highlight y'all (general) are still Not Normal about nonbinary people

[pcktknife]

Hi this is horrifying I honestly have no words

deadass started gettin mad when i saw this but then i saw the replay and just felt sad

#started clenchin my fists n shit #exact reason i sat this one out 😭 #asks #anon

[ratinayellowbandana]

Hi! Number six of the drabble prompt list, and if I may suggest, with a sad jealous Laudna.

hi! I'm sorry this one took a few days. I um. got a little carried away with it again. these were only supposed to be like 500-word prompt fills, and this is uh, slightly more than that. so I hope that's ok.

for those who don't want to find the prompt, it was: "You just didn't look for me." naturally I went ep 64 with a healthy splash of canon divergence, some good old-fashioned hurt/comfort, and pate as a thinly veiled metaphor.

length: 2k

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Laudna whirls on her, snaps, “We looked for you. And the others. Every fucking day.” She holds Imogen’s gaze, holds her piercing stare until Imogen tilts her head. “You just didn’t look for me,” she whispers. 

Imogen steps forward, quiet but insistent. “No, sweetheart, no, we did. I did. Every day.” She does not reach out, afraid, not of Laudna–never of Laudna–but of herself. Of what she might do if given the chance at the wrong time. Her heart pounds an unsteady rhythm.

“I want to believe you,” Laudna says. She toys with the brass ring on her left hand, twisting it around her finger anxiously, twin snakes coiling. “I do, truly, it’s just…” 

Imogen studies her, searching for answers in a frame both foreign and familiar. Laudna is pale and gaunt, cheeks drawn in, though that’s hardly unusual. Her stringy dark hair lacks luster in the eerie light of the red moon, crispy and clumped together in places by something Imogen can’t identify. Cast in the long shadows between buildings, Laudna is on edge, ready to claw and screech and lash out with those wicked talons if provoked. She is wild, and she is beautiful, and she is frightened.  

“I understand,” Imogen speaks slowly, gently, distinctly aware of each word’s weight. 

The others are still in the inn, consorting in the tavern. The Hells and their new friends, chatting, laughing, and drinking the night away, simply happy to be home. Introductions were made, and tales of grandeur waited to be spun. 

Laudna had been unnervingly quiet after the initial elation wore off. Her hands remained folded in her lap or picked intently at the skin around her nails. Pâté’s silence was even more concerning. He had been coaxed out of hiding in Laudna’s hair with the promise of scratches and nudged his beak into her wrist until she began stroking his greasy fur. 

She spoke when spoken to, adjusting in her seat and responding eagerly when prompted. The moment the attention shifted, though, her forced smile would drop. Every so often, she sent a furtive glance in Imogen’s direction as if to ensure she was still there, then looked away just as quickly. Exhaustion crept at the corners of her eyes, and her gaze would fall to her lap whenever the conversation turned to the adventures in Wildemount. 

The group from Issylra hadn’t said much about their travels, but Imogen gathered their transplantation had not been as, ah, pleasant wasn’t quite the right word. Illustrious, maybe, Imogen considered, fussing with a seam on her new dress. Laudna’s blouse was tattered and stained with a thick substance that did not match her ichor’s usual viscosity. 

Laudna had stood abruptly, muttering something about air, and disappeared outside. After making puzzled eye contact with Ashton, who tossed his head at the door and sighed heavily, Imogen followed her. 

She had found Laudna around the corner, curled into herself against the wall of the Spire by Fire. A feral thing, hardened and reshaped by whatever circumstances found her while they were apart. 

She has not calmed yet, and Imogen is reluctant to curb the swell of emotion that has Laudna dangling by a thread. She is tangled in it, ensnared in a knotted web, and Imogen is unsure how to extricate her. She is all jagged pieces and raw edges, a tempest of fury and loss that Imogen cannot rely on her mental connection to unravel. Laudna is something of a mystery to her now in a way she has never been, and it’s all Imogen can do to not toss her circlet to the winds. 

Instead, she waits. 

Laudna is muttering to herself, tugging at her clothes. Pâté flaps about her head, wings of sinew and bone making an abominably wet sound Imogen hadn’t realized she’d missed. The tip of one wing tangles in Laudna’s hair, and she swats at him irritably, sending him tumbling through the air until he manages to right himself. Imogen extends a hand, and he flies to her, settling in her palm on his hindquarters. He gives a disgruntled shake, and his wings squelch back into his body, tail coming to rest around his paws. He peers up at Imogen, then looks back to Laudna.  

“I tried,” he croaks in that gravelly way of his, and Imogen strokes his disgusting little head with one finger. 

“I know,” she assures gently. He could be referring to any number of moments across a lifetime, a few weeks, mere seconds ago. She sets him on her shoulder and feels pinprick claws pierce the fabric of her dress for stability. Crass and wretched as he is, Imogen can’t find it in herself to hate him. He is an extension of his maker, creepy and ungainly and off-putting, so Imogen must love him a tiny bit. She scratches under his chin, ignores the feeling of magic-touched bone, murmurs, “Thank you for keepin’ her safe.”

“Boss didn’t have the best of times without you.” He pipes up, a little rueful, in a manner Imogen assumes is meant to be quiet. Laudna, only a few feet away, catches it.

“Pâté,” she snarls. He squeaks and tucks himself into Imogen’s collar. 

“He’s just confirming what I had already guessed,” Imogen defends, an attempt at lightness that doesn’t quite land. “It’s not his fault you haven’t told me anything.” 

“He ought to have stayed in my head. Then he might leave well enough alone,” Launda warns. 

“You don’t mean that,” Imogen counters calmly. 

Laudna spits, “He should have stayed dead.”

“Hey.” 

She huffs a sardonic, dry laugh. “Not everyone deserves second chances.” 

Imogen inhales sharply.

There it is. 

“Laudna…” She softens. She cups Pâté protectively. His fur oddly damp against her skin. She takes a cautious step forward. 

The pieces begin slotting into place, building the frame for a jarring picture of something severe enough to reopen this old wound. 

The fight sapped from her limbs, Laudna slides her back down the wall until she sits in the filth and dirt of the alleyway with her knees drawn close to her chest. Imogen winces as rough stone drags across jutting bone and paper-thin skin. 

“Are you… Do you want to be alone?” She asks–because what else can she do?– and half-fears the answer. 

Laudna’s head jerks up, and something Imogen can’t decipher flashes in her eyes. After a moment, her head shakes minutely, and Imogen lets out a relieved sigh. 

Tense silence leaches from the pores of the building’s rocky exterior.  

“We tried to find you all. Every day. We didn’t–we didn’t know where we were. Where anyone was, and–” Laudna breathes at last. “Orym was… was angry. Vengeful. And Ashton…. He was our friend.”

“Ashton?”

“I hurt him,” Laudna continues as if Imogen hadn’t spoken at all.

“Hurt who?” 

She shudders. “I killed him, not Prism.” Inky tears well from eyes pressed shut. Her voice is impossibly soft, hollow, seeming to ask, Do you hate me yet?

The narrative is convoluted at best. Imogen fruitlessly attempts to splice together the fragments of memory slipping through Laudna’s teeth like snowflakes, to arrange them into a cohesive whole among the scraps she gathered at the table. The Issylra group returned rattled, apprehensive and tense, but this is deeper. Laudna is shaken. 

“Wasn’t he a member of the Ruby Vanguard?” 

“He was confused, just like the rest of us. Angry at the gods.” Laudna’s eyes flicker to the glowing red moon. Her fist, clenched in her hair, tightens. “And I killed him.” 

Imogen steps closer. “We’ve all killed people.”

Laudna shakes her head. Her voice hardens once more. “I don’t begrudge you the shopping or fraternizing with royalty or, or whatever else it was,” she says lowly, “But we didn’t have that. We didn’t save a toy store or home-cooked breakfasts. We spent every moment fighting to get back to you. And now,” she swallows, “we must reckon with the cost.” 

She is utterly exhausted; Imogen can see in the dim light. Although bone-weary and at her wits’ end, Laudna’s elegant cheekbones curl with shadows that twist and hide in her skirts. Hunched and fearful as she is, Laudna is still hauntingly beautiful. Something warms in Imogen’s chest. 

“You did what you had to do to survive,” she says, “No one can fault you for that.” 

“I’m sorry.” Laudna’s voice breaks, fracturing in tandem with Imogen’s heart, and she sobs. “I’m sorry.”

“No, Laud, no–” Imogen crouches next to her, yearning to touch, to take Laudna in her arms and bite and hiss and growl at anyone who dares approach. She restrains herself, carefully plucking Pâté from her shoulder and setting him on the ground between them. He turns to her skeptically as if to say, Really? After what she said? Imogen nudges him in Laudna’s direction. He sniffs, beak in the air, and ruffles his fur before bounding to Laudna’s ankles and putting his weird, cold little dead rat toes against her shin. She ignores the pawing fragment of her soul, ashamed. 

“I’m sorry,” Laudna mutters, “I must seem…I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” 

Laudna begins incredulously, “I–”

“You survived,” Imogen reiterates, “against gods and people powerful enough to destroy them.” She sighs, “I sent you a message every day, you know? Sometimes more than once, if I’m honest, ‘till my nose bled and Deanna had to patch me up.” Imogen offers a half-smile. “All I got was static. I just had to hope you were out there, somewhere, lookin’ for me, too.” 

Laudna looks as if she might melt into herself, refusing to look at Imogen. Her shoulders shake, and she confesses with a gasp, “She’s back. I brought her back.” 

Imogen’s blood chills, but her tone remains neutral. “Who, Laud?” 

At last, Laudna meets her gaze, eyes wide and wet and horror-struck. “Delilah.”

The name hangs between them like a stone ready to drop and shatter and bury itself into their flesh. Searing rage erupts in Imogen’s veins. 

“I’m sorry,” Laudna shrinks back, “I’m so sorry. To all of you. You all gave so much to–to find me. And–”

“It’s not your fault,” Imogen interjects.

“–and I wasn’t…I was weak. I lost control.” 

“Laudna,” Imogen cuts her off with the steely calm of a thunderstorm on the horizon. She cannot afford to process this now, not when Laudna is trembling in an alley. Not when Laudna, unmoored and terrified, needs her to be an anchor. No, Imogen will save her questions and unfiltered anger, for another time. A time when Laudna is safe and warm and at no risk of coming unraveled in her hands. When Laudna is in a place to know Imogen’s wrath is not, could never be, directed at her.

“Laudna,” Imogen repeats, because she cannot bear the thought of her not understanding, “this is not your fault. None of this.” She does reach out, then, offering a lifeline should Laudna choose to accept it. She does, hesitantly, as if waiting for Imogen to recoil. Her fingers are cool, bird-light against Imogen’s red-scarred palm. Laudna seems to notice at the same time.

“Imogen,” she exclaims, words still tear-tinged and quivering, “your hands. They’re–are you alright?”

“Oh, they–they don’t hurt, usually. Promise. I’m fine.”

“I should have–I’m sorry, I suppose I was–”

“Laudna,” Imogen interrupts again, not unkindly, “please.” 

It’s then that Laudna seems to notice Pâté clawing his way up her skirt. She scoops him up and holds him to her, murmuring apologies into his fur.

“‘S’okay, boss,” he rasps, squished against his maker’s chest, “I can’t hold a grudge.”

They sit like that, hand-in-hand, hand-on-rat, until the easy stroke of Imogen’s thumb against Laudna’s has smoothed out the worst of the jagged edges. Until the tension falls from Laudna’s spine and she relaxes into Imogen’s touch. 

“The others are surely wondering where we’ve gone.”

Imogen shrugs, snorts, “There’re so many people at that table I think they’d hardly notice two missing.”

“Still,” Laudna says, “we ought to get back.”

“Do you want to?” It’s her choice. It always will be if Imogen can help it.

Laudna considers. “I think I’d rather like to hear the end of Chetney’s story from the Savalirwood.”

“Oh gods,” Imogen groans, flushing at the memory, “no, you don’t.” 

“Fearne and Deanna, hm?” 

“Best to let them tell it.”

#the folks who've sent me prompts chose violence #im not mad about it in the least #thank you very much for sending this in! it was really fun #i got way too invested in the pate-imogen-laudna dynamics #he's their son #and also imogen hates him a little bit but she also loves him because he's laudna #and laudna hates him a little bit for the exact same reason #and if she’s a little mean to him she can ignore that part of herself a little longer #imodna #critical role #cr3 #laudna #imogen temult #imodna fanfic #imodna fanfiction #critical role fanfiction #pate de rolo #ask #anon #prompt fill #my fic

[mcondance]

had a nasty thought of carmen cumming inside but he’s so into it that he just keeps going, ignoring the overstimulation and the way it’s lowkey starting to hurt because he just wants to savor the way you claw at his arms and gasp and he wants to just keep fucking everything into you maybe fill you up again just ignore his pathetic desperate noises and comments he can keep going don’t make him pull out 😔

i was in church when i read this on sunday

#yep yep #i’m sleepy so i can’t be enthusiastic but this is so hot and i hoarded it for that exact reason #₊˚. ☆ yours truly 💌: #anon

[groenendaze]

the unfortunate consequence of dog is that sometimes things just don't work out, no matter how much you want them to.

pando will be going back to his breeder here in the next coming weeks. i love this little dog, i wish the best for him in his life, and i want to see him succeed in a place where he can truly thrive. i think he's a great dog, but he needs a different lifestyle than the one that i currently have.

#also dont want to be hounded abt this #and i am not going into detail about the exact reasons why #unless i know you. you are a mutaual/friend/whatever. i would prefer to not to have to answer questions about it from literal anons #or random internet strangers #just know that i have been agonizing over this for the last couple months and i hate having to make this call lol #pando

[shellxrls]

cw for (light) discussions of noncon

first of all, ddne is an umbrella term. it's sole purpose is literally to act as a warning to emphasise that you will find dark and triggering content on my blog, not to specify the type of triggering content because there could be a variety of thing that aren't going to appear consistently (namely, you’re calling me out for writing rape but i’ve only written 2 noncon fics, and the rest of the dddne content on my page has been due to other things). it’s an initial warning that literally stands to indicate: you will definitely find dark and triggering content somewhere on this blog and read at your own risk!!

these forewarnings - before you even click follow or look at any of the other contents on my blog - essentially mean that you cannot be mad if you end up viewing dark and triggering content on my blog, a page that literally explicitly states it contains dark and triggering content - you should've just left my blog seeing that as a warning and knowing you didn't like noncon (which is a strong element of dark fics & ddne content).

secondly, i clearly and explicitly mark everything triggering that i post/rb with the appropriate and specific triggers beforehand - both in the tags and in the warnings. so its not like you (or anyone else) can’t just block out the tags ‘cw noncon’ & ‘cw rape’ if you have an issue with seeing that type of content at all, that way you have a direct filtering system and you won't have to see any of that type of content.

thirdly, the dddne warning is there for a variety of reasons, not just to warn others. for one, to avoid scenarios like this where i'm unfairly called out - if you don't like something, simply don't read it. i have enough warnings throughout my entire page to prevent you from actually going through the process of reading what may be triggering for you, and if you make the choice to read a noncon fic all the way through, i'm sure you would've also read the content warnings and actively made the choice to disregard the triggers.

i apologise if even the words noncon or rape are triggering (and even seeing them in the content warnings triggered you), as i understand they could be, but then it circles back to the fact that i have a massive dddne warning on my pinned post in the first place - which means you should’ve just clicked off my blog/blocked me knowing that dddne explicitly indicates you could eventually find triggering content.

lastly, i’m not going to go into an in depth explanation on why i shouldn’t be penalised for ‘writing rape’ and i don’t owe it to you to explain why i personally choose to engage with or write noncon content. but i will say that fiction is there for a reason and writing is an outlet for people to explore things - especially dark media and traumatic situations - the important thing is that it’s done in a safe, controlled way and in the end, it’s not real. people cope in different ways and writing is actually an incredibly healthy way to do so. as long as everyone is over the age of 18 (as they should be to be on my blog) - able to think rationally, consent and form objective opinions about these kind of topics - then i’m not actively hurting anyone by producing this kind of content.

#i hope this explained things well & this is one of the exact reasons i have warnings in my blog - don’t like don’t engage #asks.ᐟ ⋆｡˚𖦹 #;anon #;misc #important.ᐟ ⋆｡˚𖦹

[clanborn]

What your favourite background character/underrated/ unpopular warrior cat character? ^_^

Reedshine! I love her I want to live in her brain for a while I wanna know what she’s thinking. The authors don’t acknowledge it but she’s gotta have complex emotions about the whole Mapleshade situation. Did Mapleshade torture her kits like she did with Crookedstar? She intrigues me.

Honorable mention to Spiderstar of Skyclan and the version of Hollytuft that lives in my brain (since her only canon trait is being an occasional bg character xenophobe. she could’ve been Nightheart but with the added wrinkle of her mother existing in the shadow of a former cat in a much more extreme way. etc)

#also apparently riverclan had two darkstars and two reedshines with an almost exact description for some reason #i am choosing to ignore this and pretend that she is the same reedshine from cotc #i like other minor characters but these were the first three to pop in my head #i have a reedshine animatic around a quarter done? that i’d like to finish eventually #ask #anon

[mcybree]

did you know that scott hit jimmy more times in 3l than anybody else, including the person that literally killed him? scott hit jimmy 13 times (2 accidental), skizz killed jimmy with one shot. anyways i think i'm gonna bite drywall

REALLY FUNNY ASK.

#this is how I sound to people sometimes I think #I’ve never thought to count the exact number of times (I typically cite the instances instead eg. 4 purposeful times total) #and i guess you are right bc jimmy didn’t do a lot of direct fighting in 3l as much as he hung back and shot a few arrows #but insanity aside I do think it’s important to note that it’s not even like. the hitting him thing that’s weird moreso the context of it #As it’s the whole… hitting him to Make Him Do Something that’s like. Hmmm! Hm. (+ Jimmy’s reactions to it) #Otherwise punching other players in minecraft is relatively normal #But also 13 is still a lot even if you are just punching to play/high five/handshake whatever #This disclaimer isnt even towards you anon btw i’ve just been been self conscious about being perceived as— #guy who interprets things uncharitably to present Scott as evil and Bad as of late #asks #anyways. (2 accidental) is really funny to me for some reason. he apologized for one of the accidental hits too which is funny #me when i hit my partner on accident and apologize (but its fine when i do it on purpose) #deranged.fh.posting

[pollenallergie]

I had the thought of Tom or Billy sniffing their new babies and I thought of you for some reason.

-cj aka @cheesewritings

no bc billy loves the new baby smell. like from the minute you bring your baby girl home (he’s a girl dad, first and foremost, fight me. maybe he’ll have a son later on, but his first kid? a girl, the girliest of girls.) and she stops smelling like hospital (probably after her first bath… which was somehow both a chaotic scene and a warm, wholesome bonding moment for the three of you), he’s got his nose to her dome like all the time, just breathing in the newborn baby smell mixed with the lavender nighttime baby shampoo you two had cleaned her fluffy, downy hair with. at first, billy tries to be discreet about it, because he thinks it’s weird. however, when he catches you sniffing her too one night as you rock her to sleep, he realizes that maybe he’s not so weird after all… or maybe you two are just equally weird… but, billy thinks, if he’s weird in the same ways that you’re weird, then that truly wouldn’t be so bad after all because at least your brand of weird isn’t off-putting (in his opinion… you disagree on the grounds that 1) you don’t think his brand of weird is off-putting because you don’t think anything about him is off-putting and 2) you think you can be at least a little off-putting sometimes).

as for tom, i hc tom (at least the version of him from my older!tom au) as not ever having kids (simply because he doesn’t want to have them), but you can bet that anytime he meets one of his newborn nieces or nephews (he has quite a few siblings… which means he also quite a few nieces and nephews) for the first time, he’s always quick to cuddle up to them, cradling them gently in his arms (now that’s been through this whole thing a dozen or so times, he’s a pro at holding newborns), and luxuriating in their soft skin and sweet newborn baby scent.

#for those of you who think sniffing newborns is weird #you’re right but also have you tried??? #they smell so good #it’s like if sleep was a smell #no.. its like if sleep and love and wholesomeness all got together and made a scent that perfectly captured all three of their essences #it’s delightful #plus like if you’re already holding them… it’s not like it hurts anybody to just.. take a lil sniff of ze baby dome #in the universe somewhere there’s a picture of me fast asleep holding my neice when she was a newborn #like with her head on my chest and me reclined back a bit in my dad’s lazyboy #and my nose is pressed up against the crown of her head #and this is the exact reason why #because i was luxuriating in all the lovely parts of having a newborn baby around (namely cuddles and sweet baby smell) #ask and i shall reply #lovely anons <3 #cj <3 #billy knight x reader #billy knight strike #billy knight #tom grant #tom grant x reader #tom grant (make up) #older!tom grant

[oifaaa]

I could handle Markiplier being the inspiration for how you draw Jason because it both fits the description (Lady Shiva being a possible mom ya know), and was hilarious (Mark looks like someone so often).

But the MatPat fits Bernard more. I said what I said.

You are wrong Bernard actually believes all his theories are true he has a genuine passion for them while matpat doesn't a majority of his theories in the last few years have simply been him going through the motion I don't even know if he's the one that makes them anymore it's a business for him now that suits Tim way more then Bernard no Bernard needs a genuine passionate YouTuber who believes in his own nonsense

#Ask #Anon #Bernard would never sell his channel #Tim would not hesitate #You did hit the exact reasons why I have the mark is Jason thingy tho

[uncanny-tranny]

Is it weird that I prefer to go by gender neutral pronouns online but go by she/her in real life?

You owe nobody online "accurate" information about yourself - if you're comfortable with they/them or whatever other set it may be because of privacy or because you like that pronoun set, and it isn't anybody's "right" to know.

Basically, do what makes you comfortable. It isn't weird at all to exist in different spaces differently. We are all, to some extent, presenting ourselves in different ways depending on the context, how comfortable we are, what we do/don't want to conform to, and so many other factors.

#ask #anon #people sometimes think that you need to be ~authentic~ and never be different ever... #...but the only reason that it would be a problem is if you're being harmful... #...and using different pronouns in different settings is harming... literally *nobody* #authenticity from others is not your right #people will be as authentic as they want - and authenticity looks so different in different spaces/times/years/ect #that's a rant and i don't want to say anything about your authenticity... #...just that people have warped ideas on how authenticity looks and the public's entitlement to that authenticity #do y'all think i go by a million names irl? because that's the exact same situation as anon! #i go by 1000000 names here and irl i use only one #same thing with me using ae/aer on this account along with he/him. i use exclusively he/him irl and don't expect people to use anything else

[httpiastri]

https://x.com/fourarons/status/1774375933417517527?s=61&t=FgbmwlE3YsUTS5G7y_pSGQ

More Paul selfie him and that spoon what else could he do with that tongue 🤍

oh dear 🫠🫠🫠🫠 that's so..................... yeah no im not gonna say anything bcs things would get out of hand pretty quickly

#stupid story about that spoon pic #idk why im sharing this but here we go #in january i was at a tournament with some of the girls i coach and for some reason we were looking at paul pics on Pinterest....... #and that pic came up #and the girl who was holding my phone went and commented something on it?? i can't really remember what but it was about the spoon????? #and now i cant find that exact pic to delete my comment so rn there's just some random pic on pinterest with a stupid comment in bad englis #about paul's spoon #lol sorry bye #asks! #anon! #white heart anon! #🤍!

[wmnylander]

I appreciate how you don't let your affection for players impact what you expect of them 🫡 like yes the guy who makes 5x the amount of another player should be producing more that's literally why they make that much

yes! it's just crazy to me how people are willing to let them off so much. i remember when they got embarrassed in the panthers series, everyone was coddling them and making excuses and it's like..... i love them too but what are you doing. they were horrible. they got their asses clapped for the world to see 😭

the whole point of getting a boatload of money is because you're talented enough to bring back the success (& therefore the revenue) that comes with that. they're sooo successful in the regular season and i'm not taking that away from them but one (1) playoff round in however many years with that pricetag is wild?!?!?!?!??!?!? i don't coddle any athletes i love (except for 1 but he gets a pass because he's incredibly successful & has been Through It) and it can rub people the wrong way but i don't know. the core need to be better, always. it's what they're paid for.

#sorry didn't mean to go on a rant lmao #anon #ask.txt #but thank u i really appreciate this i've had people call me too negative or question my place as a fan for this exact reason lmao

[phoenixyfriend]

so, i’ve been rereading ur macenjar au and it got me thinking, what if u could do this preventatively with shmace? so an au where anakin is able to free shmi +1 (either amee or pala mostly bc little sisters do make u better it’s science as someone with a little sister i can confirm) Anakin visits for family dinner one or twice a week so shmi can fuss and he and his sister can bully each other and bond, and bc he never loses the skill of lying to authority about what he’s doing (that he did have in tpm), none of the jedi really suspect that his mom is why he’s sneaking out. they all think it’s illegal street racing (which it probably was for a time before shmi stopped that)

after a while shmi starts dating someone, and eventually has him and his grown up daughter over for dinner. Mace Windu was expecting One Adopted Girl at the table, as he hasn’t realized that Shmi’s Jedi Child was Anakin Skywalker. anakin is Not expecting his Mom’s New Boyfriend And His Daughter to be Master of The Order Mace Windu and Council Member Depa Billaba, but after the Mace Windu is Fucking His Mom freak out he and his sister give their approval (the sibling is important so there can be a conference of fifteen year olds on Who Can Be Stepdad) and anakin decides that since Obi-Wan doesn’t want to be his dad (wrong) Mace can be dad and obi can be just brother. Anakin is thrilled that Depa is immediately down to be a cool older sister, who is now very concerned about Anakin’s relationship with the chancellor. Mace has no idea how to be a stepdad, and now Obi-Wan is worried that mace is trying to poach His Anakin. (when i imagine it it’s in a qui gon lives and doesn’t take anakin as an official padawan for two or three years to complete his training so anakin has some time of Being A Jedi Limbo that he can use as a loophole to free his mom but u can say otherwise)

u don’t have to write this, but i figured it would at minimum amuse u. sorry for rambling.

That's not my AU

@nevertheless-moving I got one of yours!

#Phoenix Answers Asks #fun fact: I hate getting multiple paragraphs on anon for this exact reason #either attach your face to it so i can reply privately and you can send it to the correct person. #or. keep it short enough that I don't feel bad about deleting

[meownotgood]

a request: yandere aki

aki took a liking to you almost immediately. his feelings towards you were normal at first. but eventually, those feelings twisted into infatuation, and then obsession.

you're just... too lovely, too perfect for this kind of world. you don't deserve to go through the same horrors aki has been through, it just wouldn't be right.

and aki can't lose you. it seems like all he can think about these days is something horrible happening to you. when he closes his eyes at night, he can't sleep because he's always dreaming of watching you die — you, the one person he loves, the last person he cares about.

he feels like he's going to go crazy. everyone can notice, too; his coworkers have been slowly watching him lose focus, he can hear them murmuring amongst themselves whenever he leaves work early for the tenth time. if he spends one more second without you, without being able to make sure you're safe, he's really going to lose it. out of everyone, nothing can happen to you. nothing at all.

aki isn't forceful. he'd never hurt you, or anyone close to you. but he's a little too pushy about getting you to stay with him, and a little too quick to ask you to move in. he tells you that you should quit your job, you should be with him, he can take care of you, you don't need anything else. you don't understand where any of this is coming from, and that's okay. aki wouldn't expect you to understand. you don't have to love him back. you just have to accept that you're his.

#yandere aki who's a bit of a stalker #he memorizes your schedule so he knows where you're going to be at all times #if you're just a couple minutes late to come home he starts to panic and starts spam calling you until you answer #he gets upset with you when you leave the house to go shopping without telling him #you just wanted to buy some things to cook for him... he's so happy you're thinking of him and want to make him happy... #but you don't have to. you don't need to think of him especially when it could compromise your safety #what if a devil attacked you while you were out? aki wouldn't be there to protect you #the next day you find your key is missing so you can't lock the door anymore #which encourages you not to leave the house #for some reason when you get to aki's house he already has the same shampoo and conditioner you use in his bathroom #and he bought some clothes for you so you could stay the night and they're the exact size you wear #he's cooking your favorite meal for dinner and you're sure you never told him what it was #hmmmmmm yandere aki infecting my brain thanks to you anon #ask mags #aki <3