#About Time Something Happens Around Here: Dash Commentary

[notemily]

actual guide for new tumblr users, from Twitter or otherwise

yeah so I decided to do one of these. I'm just someone who has been here since 2007 and wants to help people who are new to the site and have no idea what's happening. Twitter seems to be in its death throes as I write this, and while the posts about driving down the property values are funny, I'd like to actually try and help out.

many people have made posts that are like "get an icon and post something or else people will think you're a bot" so I'll just assume you've seen one of those already. I want to focus more on the things you need to know to acclimate to tumblr culture. so:

general tips:

like things if you want to like things. people will tell you liking doesn't do anything, that only reblogs do stuff, but that's not quite true. only reblogs will get the people who follow you to see it on their dashboard (circulating the post further through the tumblr ecosystem), but likes will let the OP know you liked it, let the person who reblogged it onto your dash know you liked it, and probably do something complicated involving the "based on your likes" algorithm but I really don't know how that works. also, the like will stick around, so if you see the post reblogged from someone else much later, your little heart will still be highlighted in red.

you can control a lot about what you see on your dashboard from the settings page! on desktop, go into settings - account and settings - dashboard to change things. most people turn off "best stuff first" and just use the chronological feed, but you do you, new user. I personally hate endless scroll, so I turned that off, but I love timestamps, so I turned those on. for bonus fun, go into settings - labs and there are extra tabs you can add to your dash.

but what about turning off anonymous asks? on desktop, this setting, weirdly, is in the "Edit appearance" page for your blog. you can also turn replies off there, allow only people you follow to message you, and hide your blog from search results. there are a lot of random settings in there, so make sure to take a look. (app results may vary.)

you might notice that one of the settings is for filtered tags and filtered post content. this is why it's important not to censor things here that might be triggering for some folks - because someone out there has "rape" filtered, and if you go around saying "r*pe," that's not going to be caught in their filter. also, at this time there are no word police who will come after you for saying "kill" or "die," so you don't need to use euphemisms like "unalive" on tumblr. you can also swear as much as you want.

blaze: tumblr blaze is a relatively new feature where you can pay actual money to have your post forced onto random people's dashboards. beware, if you use this for something people don't want to see, you will get mocked. if you use it to show everyone your cat, you're probably fine.

there are two basic uses for #tags: organizational (putting your post into a category, like tagging it with the name of the fandom it's relevant to) and editorial (adding extra commentary that you don't want to add in the post itself). a lot of people will use both, a lot of people will use neither. when people like your editorial tags enough, they'll copy or screenshot them and add them to the body of the post. this is known as "passing peer review" and is a compliment.

memes and inside jokes You Should Know:

do you love the colour of the sky? is an extremely long image post (showing all the colors a sky could possibly be) that takes a long time to scroll past, and back in the olden days (2012) it was ubiquitous on tumblr. these days you can shorten long posts automatically using your dashboard settings (see above), or use the "j" keyboard shortcut to go directly to the next post if you're on desktop, but we still remember it fondly and refer to it constantly because nothing dies here, especially not memes.

the color theory children's hospital post is another one of those things you'll see a million references to if you're on here for any length of time.

you cannot kill me in a way that matters is a post that you might have seen in screenshots elsewhere online, but it started here! other memes that originated on tumblr: spiders georg, me an intellectual, graphic design is my passion, etc.

blorbo from my shows is a phrase used to refer to your latest favorite character. it started as a joke, but tumblr has a way of taking jokes and making them a thing, so now it's a thing. see also poor little meow meow.

tumblr holidays: anything people on tumblr can make into a holiday or anniversary, we will. most of them you'll see as they happen, and they're often self-explanatory, but you should probably read up on November 5 2020 if you don't know about it already.

horse plinko: tumblr loves this one for some reason.

I like your shoelaces / thanks, I stole them from the president: this was supposedly the "secret code" to identify a tumblr user in real life. (you can buy shoelaces directly from tumblr now, but that's a recent development.)

then perish: speaking of the president, if you see Obama's eyes with a very orange tint, this is the meme it's referencing.

ball-shaving ads: ads from the personal grooming company Manscaped were/are(?) ubiquitous on tumblr, to the point that some have theorized that tumblr was deliberately saturating people's dash with the ads so that they'd be more likely to pay for ad-free browsing. and one of the ads for ad-free reads "shave off ads from your dashboard," so like, they might be onto something.

world heritage posts: there are various tumblrs that compile the best of tumblr, anything that's particularly iconic or has become a meme. there are even heritage post blogs for specific fandoms.

tumblr history:

there are three basic eras of tumblr history:

classic tumblr era 2007-2013: David Karp started tumblr in 2007, and it grew in popularity and weirdness for many years. porn was allowed: the original tumblr adult content policy read "sure, go nuts, show nuts, whatever."

Yahoo/Verizon era 2013-2019: Yahoo famously bought tumblr in 2013 for $1 billion. ads started showing up on tumblr in 2012, so this is also around when tumblr started to monetize. Yahoo was eventually bought by Verizon, and in December 2018, they announced they were banning porn, which sucked. everyone predicted the death of tumblr, but it limped on, with about a 30% decrease in traffic. (source for that statistic)

Automattic era 2019-present: in 2019, Automattic bought tumblr from Yahoo for like $3 million or something. Automattic owns WordPress, and they seem to understand tumblr's userbase better than the Yahoo folks did. they've recently instituted a more nuanced adult content policy, but because of Apple's strict policy for what gets included in the App Store, credit card processors refusing to process payments for porn, and other restrictions, tumblr can't go back to being the porn-allowed free-for-all it once was. see this post for a full explanation of why.

various April Fool's jokes have included Coppy (2015), Mishapocalypse (2013), and most recently, the button that makes crabs. expect April 1st to be extra chaotic on tumblr.

Tumbeasts - the tumblr version of the Twitter Fail Whale, designed by Matthew Inman of the Oatmeal. not sure if they're extinct now, or if the site just doesn't go down like it used to.

Dashcon - tumblr tried to have a convention once. it didn't go well. the photo with the sad ball pit is used as shorthand to reference the disaster that was Dashcon.

SuperWhoLock is a name for the fandom crossover between Supernatural, Doctor Who, and Sherlock, which were all juggernauts on tumblr at one time. the fandom supposedly "died off" after 2014, but see above re: nothing dies here.

female presenting nipples - when tumblr introduced the Porn Ban in 2018, they used this phrase in the community guidelines. they've since updated their nudity policy, but the phrase will live forever, because come on, tumblr is a website full of queer and/or trans folks. if you think you're getting away with a weasel phrase like "female presenting nipples" without being mocked all over the website, you're extremely wrong.

John Green: an author who used to be on tumblr, back when you could edit someone else's tumblr post when you reblogged it. his text posts were regularly edited to make it look like he had said things he didn't. someone edited one of his posts to be about how much he loves a certain sex act, which was probably not THE reason they removed the ability to edit others' posts, but like, it didn't help. John Green was eventually harassed so much he left tumblr. opinions are divided on whether this was hilarious or sad. (something I discovered while researching for this post: the author of the Your Fave Is Problematic tumblr [which was part of the wave of anti-John Green content] wrote a confessional New York Times article in 2021. pull quote: "I just wanted to see someone face consequences; no one who'd hurt me ever had.")

XKit: used to be THE browser extension for tumblr. it was made by "the xkit guy," who seems to have been harassed off the site in 2015. the extension was replaced by New XKit, which worked for a while. these days a lot of XKit's features have been either rendered obsolete by tumblr adding them to its settings, or broken by tumblr interface updates, and the new hotness is XKit Rewritten. want to block a specific post from ever appearing on your dash, see who your mutuals are, stop seeing notifications on one specific post (great feature for if you accidentally go viral)? install it and play around with the settings. there are accessibility features too!

...and now I've made it look like people regularly get harassed off tumblr. WELCOME, NEW USER, TO THE HELLSITE! but for real, part of why I put this post together was so if someone starts in on tumblr Discourse and mentions people who have been harassed off the site, you can nod wisely and go "ah, yes, I have heard tell of this." just to give you some kind of context for things.

anyway, I'm always happy to Explain The Joke, provided it's a joke that I get, so if you see something that looks like a tumblr in-joke and want context, my ask box is open. just don't ask me about Homestuck. I know nothing about Homestuck and at this point I'm not sure I want to.

in conclusion, new user: go forth, be weird, become a part of the culture. I hope this guide has helped!

#anyone who tells me queer is a slur will be blocked #welcome to tumblr #the weird site for weirdos #twitter migration #twitter refugees #twitter exodus #how to tumblr #long post #tumblr history #i feel like i haven't seen a manscaped ad in a while #but they were everywhere less than a year ago #my posts

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 15, Part 2 (Lost and Found, Aka The One Where Rory Loses Dean's Shitty Bracelet)

Part 1 and all previous commentary here. I should start renaming these things "Gilmore Girls 10 Minutes At A Time" because right now that's about all I can get through per day before Lorelai has me grinding my teeth into a fine powder. Luke and Jess are checking out some houses because Luke is totally going to move out to a new house in the middle of season 2. Luke and Jess have looked at about a half dozen apartments and they squabble over minor imperfections of each one, whether it be pink paint on the walls or an excess amount of windows. To both Jess and Luke: I would implore you both to be a little less stubborn and just take anything with two bedrooms. Your lives will drastically improve with any two bedroom apartment. Better yet, keep turning down every apartment in Stars Hollow until you've reached the next town. Continue this process until you're both living in another state completely. Jess eventually whatevers- I dont cares- you pick the place out of the situation because he's due at Lorelai's in 20 minutes to get treated like used gum on the bottom of her shoe and get paid in stale jelly beans. And we get a SadBaby™ quote.

Let's play another game of "What the hell is that: early 2000's gadget edition"

What the hell is that? VHS rewinder thingymabob.

Oh. It's just a clock. A clock that plays cds and makes barnyard noises. Would you look at that. Another one of my favorite mini games to play while watching gilmore girls is "Determining how an object is going to be integral to the plot of the episode". This is Gilmore GIrls so we are seeing this clock for a reason. This clock won't just show up and disappear with no further explanation. It always means something. Please say Lorelai hides her squealing State of the Art CD player pig clock when Jess arrives because she thinks he is going to steal it. PLEASE. I promise it's been long enough since I've seen the show that I don't know if that actually happens but I put nothing past her. Nothing. Let's take a break to Admire The Baby:

Although he may flake out on dates with Rory and skip school, our little Employee of the Month is always on time for work.

Narrator: He would not be getting his own room.

#AdmireTheBaby #Quick #BeforeLorelaiShowsUp

Narrator: Lorelai Gilmore did not find Jess Mariano's arrival to be all that terrific.

Nevermind moving down the street in Stars Hollow, he's hoping for that Male Gilmore Characters California Wormhole to suck him up and transport him to the opposite end of the country to get away from this hell. He still has to suffer for another season and a half before that'll happen. Jess is this emoji: 😐

Narrator: She was not trying. Rory gives Jess the ol Razzle Dazzle: "Why don't you talk more?" or more precisely "Why don't you talk around my mother"?

Why is Jess supposed to trust and adore and respect this random woman he doesn't know, who he sees pawing at his uncle he also doesn't know, a random strange woman who is very transparent in her feelings about him, who is transparently suspicious of him for no reason, someone so full of shit that he can see right through her when no one else can or will admit to it. WHAT I'M GETTING AT IT IS: Is he supposed to be happy to be in her presence or something? Why should he have anything to say? He's only doing this because of a rock solid work ethic, and I’d say because he hopes to earn some money. But I’d hate to dash poor Baby’s hopes about making any money and inform him that his uncle and his uncle’s weird friend agreed he could be paid subpar wages.

I think everyone in Stars Hollow is two faced anyway. They act like they like her but you know Patty and Babette talk shit nonstop about Lorelai when she's not around. Kinda like me.

Honey, you can just keep your pretty little mouth quiet around her and let me do all the shit talking.

Why? Even Rory is still more or less a stranger to him at this point, an acquaintance or loose friend at best (we know this because minutes earlier, Lorelai had Lorelai Thoughts about Rory saying Jess was a casual friend). Why does he have to please her mom? Rory says she went out on a limb to try to convince her mother that Jess was a good person. This is true. But why is she even wasting her breath trying to convince Lorelai when her mother clearly refuses to listen. It’s a hopeless endeavor. Jess does not even owe Lorelai the time of day so stop asking him to be nice to her.

#AdmireTheBaby Rory: It wouldn't hurt you to be nice to my mom. Jess: Why? Rory: Because she's my mom and a friend of Luke's. Jess: So? Just because she's your Mom or Luke's friend doesn't mean I automatically have to get along with her. Thank you for doing the work for me, babes. Mwah.

Fixed it with some flawless editing. Rory: If you care about me at all you'll be mildly polite to my mother.

GOT HER! :) #SharpAsATack

Mmm. Do go on.

I just skipped ahead to see what was happening at the 20 minute mark and it's Dean and I can't complain because yesterday I was literally begging for him to show up to divert the plot away from Lorelai even for a minute. Thank you Dean. Thank you. I am eagerly anticipating your whining and sulking at the book fair.

#AdmireTheBaby

We have been blessed with another Milo Ventimiglia Okuh. An okuh is like a soothing balm that makes everything better.

#AdmireTheBaby.

YAYYYY ITS DEAN! HOORAY FOR DEAN! DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN.

Taylor's back on his bullshit I see. What are we raising money for, err should I say what cause is Taylor stealing money from? Please tell me it's the Bridge so I can divert my Lorelai Rage into Bridge Rage and Dean Rage. I'm a bit delirious right now. Amy Sherman Palladino: This character Dean likes to read books. No, sports. No, books again. No, he rides a motorcycle. Wait, books again. Softball? Dean hates to read. HOCKEY. Here is Dean early in season 1 contrasted with Dean halfway into season 2 (still wearing that smelly leather coat too):

I am particularly delighted whenever the 3 Dean Forrester fans in existence try to use Dean telling Rory "I watched you browse for books for two hours" as an example of his devotion to Rory. As you can see by this display of unbridled enthusiasm, he clearly wants to be here with her. When Rory disputes that it’s been that long and feels guilty for boring him, he shows her his watch to prove to her its been two hours. Dean Forrester is a stale chicken nugget that's been laying on the floor for 4 days. You know what would make everyone happy? Jess and Dean switching places. Dean could go over to Lorelai's and spend some time "cleaning her gutters" and Jess and Rory could enjoy the book fair. God, in what universe is it fucking fair that DEAN is the one who gets to accompany Rory to a book sale and he just acts like a miserable turd. While Jess is missing the book fair to work for Lorelai? UGH. I hear Rory's voice screaming "WHAT'S UP QUIPPY! WHY SO SILENT!" at Paris but my inner monologue is screaming "WHAT'S UP AMY! WHY COULDN'T JESS GO TO THE BOOK FAIR? HUH? WHY SO SILENT?! AMY!" Literally the only thing to ever happen in Stars Hollow that he would enjoy and voluntarily attend and instead he's slopping some bitch's gutters. I maxed out my 30 screen shots and I can't delete any of Baby so this three ring shit circus will spill into a part 3. See ya soon.

#gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #rory gilmore #denise rewatches gilmore girls #jess mariano #milo ventimiglia #gilmore girls season 2 #lost and found #luke danes

[jtl07]

jt (finally) watches warrior nun - s1 e8 (pt 2?)

Okay so I’m dashing this off before this energy runs out but I had a further thought about s1e8 because for some reason I’m having a hard time moving on to e9 and e10?? idk why bc I definitely want to get to s2 I just … have no compulsion to watch the last two episodes of s1 it’s strange mostly around anger and fear (and yes, I am now thinking about Yoda and his whole “fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering” line which if I can do this right, will circle back to this line. Will I get there? Read on to find out lol).

So I’ve been rambling for a while now in my commentaries about Beatrice and her anger. There is just so. much. anger. in her. (I feel like anger and grief kinda run this show, or at least this season thus far) And it’s kinda fitting that the Sister Melanie story that she reads (and thus prompts her revelation) is one born from anger.

Yeah, I know she sidesteps Ava summary of the story as Sister Melanie “tapping into her rage” rather as her tapping into “something elemental in her soul” - but that doesn’t not mean she wasn't rage - rage is just as elemental as any other emotion.

It's just that anger gets such a bad rap - especially when it’s presented in/performed by people of color, not to mention a woman of color. I know lived experiences are unique, but as someone who’s lived that kind of experience - Asian, queer, female, raised Catholic, and a military background - anger was something that I know now is what kept me alive. It was the only way I could move past the trauma I had been dealt when I was younger, the only way I could find some sort of independence as a young adult. Anger was the only way I knew how to move in and keep remotely safe in the world - a world that had done so much to control and stifle me; a world where the only way I found I could provide value, the only way I could I could prove myself worthy of anything, was through obedience and loyalty and sacrifice.

So to see Beatrice angry in this episode, to see her snapping - even though it was at someone who hasn’t hurt her (i.e. Ava) - it was a bit therapeutic.

But not because she let herself get angry at Ava - but because she let Ava see the fear that was fueling her anger.

I wrote in my e4 commentary about how her anger is fueled by fear - how she calls out Lilith in the middle of a mission (fear of the OCS - her home, her family - being taken away from her), how she sends Camila away with the others so she’ll be the only one to retrieve the shield (extreme obedience and risk of self-sacrifice to prove her value). And I feel like that’s true here too. After Ava asks if she wants to talk about it, Beatrice immediately sidesteps, angrily focusing on the “moral” of the story - because if she doesn’t, she has no value to the Warrior Nun; if she doesn’t, she has to acknowledge the pain and fear that’s been driving her all this time.

And that’s the gift Ava gives her. I found myself comparing these Avatrice scenes re: Sister Melanie to that cave scene with Mary and Ava in e6. Why? Because both Beatrice and Mary take out their anger on Ava in those scenes - and Ava does not stand for it in either scene. She shoulder throws Mary, calls out Bea. When faced with other people’s anger, Ava does something really unique: she gets them to reflect on what’s driving that anger, that fear.

Anger and fear aren’t inherently “bad” things - it’s when we don’t acknowledge them, when we paint those feelings in a negative light and stuff them away that the problems start. And really, that’s what happens - case in point: after Beatrice saves Ava in s2, when she lets her “emotions blind her to the mission” (i.e. her fear of losing Ava), she basically goes into self-flagellation mode because she sees that as a Bad Thing TM (and yknow what? The Bad Thing she was really fearing still happens anyway).

But you know who’s given into fear and done beautiful things? Ava. Especially when saving Bea. I'm thinking of when she saves Bea from Sister Crimson in s1e7, then saving Bea from the wraith sin s2 - scenes beloved in the fandom, ones where Ava just goes with her fear, and anger, lets those emotions fuel her and the halo to do brilliant things.

And I couldn’t help but think that maybe why Bea hates her anger, her fear so much - because fear is really a sign of want. For Beatrice, she wants to keep her family safe, she wants Ava to live; she wants to be saved, wants to be seen as worthy of saving. But to want is selfish, to want is needy, and Beatrice can’t be seen as either of those things - can’t see bear to see herself as either of those things.

But Ava, gosh, she comes back to life feeling everything, doesn’t she? And how she lives makes everyone else also feel everything too. I don't think their emotions were ever "blinding" them - I think those were moments when they could truly see what was important.

Okay I think I’m all energy-ed out now. We’ll see if/when I get to e9 lol

#jt watches wn #avatrice #sister beatrice #ava silva #more rambling lol #this time about anger and fear

[whispering-ways]

Could you do College AU where the reader and others (u can choose) live on campus and the reader she was a trouble maker and they went to a party that was happening (with illegal stuff and alcohol) and aizawa who was a professor ruined it and the people who couldn’t escape (aka the reader and h can choose if the others got caught) and…. (U can carry on from here) I ABSOLUTELY LOVE UR FICS!!! So this is just an idea ❤️❤️❤️❤️

♡•୨୧ after office hours ୨୧•♡

✶ summary: you're a rich spoiled student who always seems to disrupt professor aizawa. He hasn't been able to do much about it till now.

✶ pairing: shouta aizawa x f!reader

✶ tags: cursing, nicknames like sir, baby, sweetheart, blackmail, creampie, penetrative sex

✶ notes: hi anon! I literally loved doing this request so much so let me know whether you guys liked it and want more fics like this <3 love y'all and hope you guys have a great day/night :)

The chalk squeaks across the board as he writes out the basic outline of today’s lecture. Steadying himself from the stress of his upcoming class, Aizawa lets out a long sigh. Bit by bit, students start trickling in and taking their seats in the lecture hall, ready to review this week’s reading about Shakespeare. “Fuck I really hope she’s sick or something, this day’s already tiring enough,” he thought, watching the minutes tick by on the clock above his desk. With two minutes left till class started, Aizawa got up from his desk to close the door, relieved to see a certain student not in his class. But that happiness was dashed the second he saw your hand stop the door from fully closing. You slammed the door open and started walking up to your seat in the tiered classroom, iced coffee in hand. The ice clinked around the plastic container loudly as you plopped down into your chair, looking smugly right at Aizawa.

“I’m so sorry I’m late Professor Aizawa. I pinky promise it won’t happen again,” you say, laughing obnoxiously. And there it started. The tirade of distractions that you did every class. Every damn class you managed to distract everyone from his lecture. Whether it was passing notes to your friends, playing YouTube videos out loud, eating during a test, or making ‘color commentary’ when you thought you knew better than him, you always managed to find someone way to entertain yourself during class.

At first, he tried to ignore it and thought that maybe you were just a freshman looking to be popular. However, as the semester progressed, it was clear to him that you acted out just because you wanted to. That’s what pissed him off the most. Aizawa just couldn’t understand why anyone would go out of their way to do what you were doing.

And it’s not like he hadn’t tried to solve the issue either. He complained to the previous head of literature and even the dean of students, but there was nothing anyone could do. Your family was a major contributor to the sports programs and was known for pledging generous donations to Harvard every year.

Your father was a powerful businessman with good connections throughout the university. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you bullied other students into doing your work and taking your tests, making it nearly impossible to suspend you from the literature program since you were actually ‘doing your work’ according to the dean of students.

Aizawa never would openly admit that he had any students he disliked. But he would say that he hated you. Every day you walked in was a bad day for him. All he wished for was the ability to put you in your fucking place just for once. But that didn’t matter now; all he needed to focus on was finishing his lecture.

He mustered up every bit of patience before replying “It’s fine Ms. (L/N), make sure you are punctual next time.” He heard you snicker in response, but he tried to pay you no mind. He turns back around to the board, explaining the first part of the homework. He heard some sighs as people marked up their work, but your voice stuck out like a sore thumb.

With every single answer, you kept commenting on what you thought. “If it were me and Romeo looked like that kid over there, I would’ve gladly drank that poison,” you say to your friend, pointing to another student.

Aizawa’s grip on the chalk intensified. “How does anyone just say that about someone else? How soulless do you have to be?” he thought, a scowl painted across his face. He continued to explain the literature review homework, hoping time was going by faster than it felt. After what felt like forever, the lecture was finally done and he could finally experience peace again. Thank God you’d just stuck to passing notes by the end of class, because if he had to hear your voice again, Aizawa would probably have gone crazy.

“Well, that’s all I have for today, everyone. Please make sure to turn in your homework before heading out and I’ll have them graded during the weekend,” he said, watching his students file out, once again leaving the lecture hall in a mess. His eyes glance over to your seat, littered with folded up pieces of notebook paper. With a reluctant sigh, he gets up from his chair to pick up the pieces of paper so as to lighten the load on the janitor. After picking up what seemed to be a dozen torn pieces, his curiosity got the best of him.

“What could have possibly needed this much paper? Can’t she just have texted this?” Aizawa furrows his brows as he unfurls the crumpled-up paper, and a confused expression floods his face as he reads, "Come to the house at like 8, but bring your own drinks." Interesting. Last he seemed to recall, you were underage.

“Could’ve sworn she was underage, but I guess it’s not totally uncommon to get drunk in college,” he thought to himself as he settled back into his seat, pulling out the submitted work. Only 27 of the 35 students turned in the review, which was disappointing, to say the least, given how straightforward and easy the assignment was designed to be. “It’s better than nothing and gives me less work to do, I guess,” he thought,

“But,” he thought to himself, “people drink all the time before 21, so I guess it’s not too surprising.” He sat down at his desk, pulling out the homework the students had turned in. In total, there were only about 27 sheets. Disappointing, considering there were over 35 students in the class. “It’s better than nothing and gives me less work to do, I guess,” he thought.

After what seemed like forever, he had finally graded a decent chunk of work and decided to head home. He didn’t live too far off campus; his house was just a 15-minute walk away from the arts and sciences building. Aizawa had truly enjoyed living in his little house, that is up until the university had placed a frat house right next to his.

Every week, for the last month, his neighbors managed to party every weekend till the sun rose the next morning. If there was one thing he valued it was sleep and he hated how he couldn’t even get a wink on the weekend. He partied too as a student, but nothing like this. I mean didn’t they at least some form of rest?

Although he'd prefer to move elsewhere, housing at the university is provided to him as part of his contract. With a heavy sigh, he trudges through the windy evening, ready to seek refuge in the comfort of his home. As he's only a couple blocks away, he hears cackles coming from behind him, and before he has a chance to react, two men rush by, inadvertently shoving him to the ground.

His bag's contents are strewn across the sidewalk as they swiftly disappear inside his neighbor's home. "Assholes!", he curses, collecting his papers from the grass. “Fucking fantastic. Another sleepless night,” he mumbles to himself, picking up his graded papers one by one off the grass.

He walks up to his door and walks inside, the door slamming shut behind him. He spares not even a moment before sinking face-first into his bed. Aizawa hastily takes off and throws his clothes to the side, wanting to sleep as soon as possible.

He closes his eyes, ready to end the day, but his peace and quiet is quickly interrupted with booming sounds radiating from nearby. He shot up out of his bed and walked over to his windows, pulling back to curtains to discover that his hunch was correct: the source of the noise was his neighbor’s house.

Aizawa tried everything under the sun to block out the sounds of his noisy neighbor. He counted sheep, listened to soothing music, even covered his head with a pillow, but nothing seemed to block out the annoying noise. Finally, he'd had enough. He yelled out, "Enough is enough! I'm sick of this noise", before quickly changing into a black t-shirt and pajamas. His mission was clear: he was going to have a word with those neighbors.

As if it weren't loud enough from the comfort of his own home, it was deafening from out here. Like having his ear pressed right up against the speaker itself. He tries knocking a few times, hoping for the best, but he's quickly met with the realization that knocking would accomplish nothing.

He then starts beating on the door, hoping for success this time around. Finally, the door opens to reveal a group of other rich kids with you at the forefront -- wasted in a sparkly tube top dress, with drunken slurs dripping off your tongue.“Pr-Professor Aizawa? Are youuuu here for the party too bestie? You look nice in not stuck up clothes you know, some realllll daddy material.”

"Oh, you are worse drunk than sober", Aizawa grumbled in exasperation as the smell of weed and alcohol overwhelmed his senses, making him feel queasy. "Enough is enough", he yelled sharply, bringing the party to an abrupt halt. "All of you need to either shut up or get out. It's every week with you folks", he snapped.

Turning his attention towards you, and with a harsh whisper just for your ears, he adds, "I see drugs scattered everywhere and you may get away with making a distraction every now and then, but don't think you can avoid expulsion once the dean finds out about this, I’ve got cameras all over my place filming the noise, so if you know what’s good for you, I’d get your ass to my office first thing in Monday morning.”

And with a swift and solid slam of the door, he ended the party and walked back to his house, finally relishing in the sweet silence. To his surprise, the peace and quiet continued for the remainder of the night, and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, praising the lord for finally granting him a moment of peace.

Aizawa wakes up the following morning, well-rested. It was a dream come true to see his lawn lacking in beer cans and streamers and for the first time in a long time, he’s happy to be up in the morning. The same could not be said about you however. You woke up in a bathtub accompanied with the worst hangover you’d ever experienced in your life. Your head was killing you, Professor Aizawa’s words ringing through your mind. “Just another part of clean-up,” you thought, reaching for your phone to call your dad.

“Hello?”

“Hi! How’s my favorite dad alive doing?” you say cheerily, doing your best to butter him up. All you got was a sigh in response, so you continued. “I just have a teeny tiny, really the smallest thing, favor to ask of you Daddy.”

Internally, you anticipated another sigh from him before sucking up to whatever you wanted your father to do, but this time was different. “I’m tired of your antics Y/N. I don’t even care about the favor or whatever you must’ve done, but it’s gone on far too long. You need to take accountability for your actions because I can’t bankroll you any longer. I’ve spent nearly a half a million dollars just paying for your mistakes and I won’t have any of it any longer. If you’re on the brink of getting suspended again, you will be disowned so apologize to whoever you’ve hurt this time/ It’s time you fixed your own mistakes. You’ll thank me in the future.” And with that your dad hung up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", you mumble in distress, beginning to panic. "If he didn't like suspension, he definitely won't be happy with expulsion", you muse, trying to collect your racing thoughts. "What can I do? I better go apologize right away. The sooner we resolve this, the better", you murmur to yourself, attempting to calm your nerves.

After chugging down a few pain killers, you rush to your wardrobe to pick the perfect apology outfit. I mean, of course you had to look humbling, but a clean academic look wouldn’t hurt when saying sorry. “What do I go with? Hmm”, you say, perusing through your wast collection of designer outfits. You finally decide on a cute little number that came straight from Chanel: a pink cropped blazer and a strapdress set. You looked at yourself in the mirror, making sure you gave off the epitome of a teacher’s pet, before putting on your heels and walking next door.

Aizawa barely even sat down in his office before he hears a couple sharp raps coming from his door. “Ah fucking hell. People,” he says to himself before getting up to see who it is. “Jesus Christ.” he says in surprise, looking down to see you, dressed all prim and proper, a total deviation of what he saw last night. It was a shock to him that you were even standing upright. “What do you want? I thought I told you to see me Monday in my office, not today at my house.”

“Professor Aizawa! I hope you’re having a good day. I think we’ve like misunderstood each other. All I wanted to do is have a little chat about what you believe you saw last night Proffesor,” you explain stepping inside.

“No one told you you could come in, but go ahead sit on my couch, who cares anymore?”

You sit down in Aizawa’s living room, crossing your legs and putting your bag to your side. He sits right across from you, patiently waiting for what you’re going to say next. “I just wanted to apologize for all the noise you heard last night, yeah? Didn’t mean it to get so loud.”

Gobsmacked couldn’t even begin to explain how Aizawa felt hearing you apologize to him. “You’re actually being genuine? This isn’t you playing a prank of me or anything?” he says, suspicious.

“No like I’m being so for real, and how do you say, down to Earth right now. I’m sorry for making noise and I won’t do it again, so let’s forget this whole thing and like start a new page, okay?” you reply back with a smile.

“In the nicest way ever Miss (L/N), there’s no way I’m letting you off the hook that quickly. It’s not fair to the other students if I did that. Plus, where would my integrity be if I let you get off scot free doing everything you’ve done? You need to face the consequences to your actions. And in the nicest way possible, getting the chance to discipline you will be the highlight on my career that I wouldn’t give up for the entire world.”

You were absolutely thrown for a loop. You thought that genuinely your problem would be solved with what you said. “Today is just full of unexpectations and not the good kind either,” you say with a huff and crossing your arms.

“See that’s exactly what I mean. This baby behavior? You need to learn the adult world is rough Miss (L/N). I know very well that your dad will have this cleared up in two seconds flat. But this is the most I can do with the footage that I have and there’s no possible way I’m not taking this to the extremes. Respectfully, maybe starting off at community college could be betterto turn your life around.” Aizawa says, the direct opposite of his thoughts that screamed joy at you finding some sort of consequence.

You were doing your best to hold in your tears, but hearing the words ‘community college’ broke the dam. “I-I, I can’t because Daddy, because Daddy he said he won’t help me, and-and-and and he says that I- I have to handle this on my o-own this ti-time, which isn’t fair at all and I can’t get expelled because I’ll be disowned and become a peasant and I’m not made for that life P-P-Professor. And I can’t go to community because I’ll be w-w-with all the poors! Please I’ll do anything!” sobbing and hiccuping on your words as your tried to explain to Aizawa how desperate you were.

Aizawa sat back in his seat, wondering what to make of this. Even if this was the truth, there would be no way you wouldn’t eventually get off the hook. Realistically, even if your dad cut you off, but he knew for a fact what he said was an empty threat. There’s no way he’d allow for a headline that reputation-damaging to spread across the internet, not when he could prevent it. But just then an idea blossomed in his head. “So you’d really do anything?”

You immediately wiped your tears away and scrambled to compose yourself. “Yes! Yes, I’ll like literally do anything, I don’t care, I just can’t afford this.”

“Hmm.. well that’s an interesting proposition then, Miss (L/N). In that case, strip.”

“What?” you say, shocked. “You’re...you’re actually not serious right?”

“I’m completely serious. I heard you talking the other week about how you wanted to fuck me anyways and I seem to recall you saying that I was ‘ real daddy material’, so don’t bother trying to tell me you wouldn’t want this. If you want me to consider forgiving you, you’ll get to stripping,” a smile creeping on his face.

“There must be some way we can work out something else, alright? I mean what if I organize your office or something? Soup kitchen perhaps?” you suggest, scrambling to find some sort of loophole.

“No. I’m sorry young lady, but there’s no out. Get to stripping if you want me to consider. Or you can always face the risk of me going to the dean. Not too far a walk from here actually and I’m sure he’d have a ball listening to your explanations.”

You stood there, shell-shocked. There truly was no way to get out of this. You slipped off your blazer, folding it and placing it gingerly on the couch. You stood up and slowly started to pull down the zipper to your dress and laid that right next to your blazer. “There, happy?”

Aizawa looked you over. He was a little surprised to see you wearing modest underwear, a simple pink bra and cotton boyshorts; he expected something more lacey. That said, you still looked amazing. But he wasn’t quite done with you just yet. “Get on your knees and suck me off.”

“Are you actually like insane? Why would I do that?” you retorted.

“Because you know you have no other choice. A), again I know that you want to because everything I’m asking for is part of the fantasy you so helpfully detailed out to your friend and B), you have no other choice remember? It’s either listen to me or get expelled and we both know you don’t want that sweetheart,” Aizawa said with a mischievous smile. “My dick isn’t gonna suck itself, so...get to it.”

You hated to admit it, but he was right on both accords. The main reason you made a ruckus in his class was to get his attention. What you would’nt give to fuck him. After all, he was the hottest professor here on campus and you always did have a thing for academics. Besides this right here was your fantasy. But you couldn’t let him know that, hence this feisty front. You lowered yourself down to the ground and Aizawa grinned at you.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, unbuckling his pants and throwing his belt to the side. You looked up at him one last time before running the tip of your tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, leaving a small and gentle kiss right near his slit. After a few more experimental licks to his dick, you dove in only being able to go a couple inches deep.

Aizawa’s dick wasn’t long, which you honestly preferred, what it lacked in length, it made up in width. You bobbed you head up and down, spit dribbling down your the corner of your mouth the further and further you went. You were so preoccupied with making sure you didn’t choke that you didn’t even notice Aizawa’s hand making its way to your hair until you felt him yanking your head back and start throat fucking you roughly.

You immediately put your hands on his thighs, trying to steady yourself against the relentless pace he set. You start choking as he goes deeper, pushing all 6 inches of his cock down your throat. He only stops and pulls out, just as he’s about to cum. He puts his finger under your chin, propping your face up. “Close your eyes for me pretty girl.” You had a moment after closing your eyes until he came all over your face, cum dripping off your chin.

“God, you look so pretty like that, baby. Gotta do that more often huh?” Aizawa says, grabbing your shoulder to pull you up. He takes your wrist in his hand, guiding towards his office, where hands you a tissue. “Here, for your face.” You wordlessly take the tissue, thinking that was the end of it all, but you don’t see Aizawa going back for his belt. Maybe he just needed to air himself or something, you thought to yourself, while walking over to the trashcan to dispose of the tissue.

“Good, I didn’t even have to ask you to throw it. If only you could be this obedient in class, hmm? Now put your hands on my desk and bend over,” Aizawa says, pushing some papers aside.

“What the fuck? I thought all you wanted me to do is suck you off!” you exclaim.

“Oh sweetheart, I never said that. Can’t go making assumptions can we? Now hands on the table, be good for me.”

You start shuffling towards the table, and Aizawa simply has no patience for it. He grabs you and pushes you towards the desk. You barely have time to collect yourself before you feel him rip your panties, leaving your core exposed to the cold air of the room. “Look at that pretty cunt of yours baby. All dripping f’me huh?”

You felt like you were being examined with the way he was looking at you, but it couldn’t distract you from your ripped panties lying in a heap beside you. “Those were my favorite panties you know! They cost a lot, you can’t just rip them to shreds!” you complain.

“Who gives a shit, I’ll buy you new ones later, after all, you’ll be seeing a lot of me now, won’t you?” You don’t even have the time to think about what he said before you feel two cold wet fingers near your entrance. You moan out as his fingertips barely graze your clit and he takes that as notice to start rubbing it slowly.

“Fuck, sir, that feels so fucking good~,” you mewl out as he goes faster, driving you closer to your climax.

“That’s right baby, call me sir. God this is so much fucking hotter than I ever imagined,” Aizawa said moving his fingers away from your clit.You whine out in response, missing the sensation already, but its quickly replaced with his two fingers plunging deep inside you.

He curved his fingers trying to hit the one spot he was looking for and when he heard you cry out, he knew he found it. He continued to pound his fingers, making sure not to miss that spot of yours each time. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum sir!” you moaned. Just as you finished saying that and felt that familiar build up of pleasure, you felt his fingers leave your cunt. You look back, as to ask why he stopped, making him chuckle.

“Aww sweetheart, you didn’t think that I’d just let you cum on my fingers did you?” Aizawa says. He leans over just far enough so that his palm is near your face before saying, “Spit.”

You look up questionably, then spit in his hand, which brings back to his cock, pumping it slowly in his fist. A short moment later, you hear the snap of something rubber and a slight prodding at your entrance. Aizawa slowly pushes his cock into you and waits for a moment, allowing you to get comfortable with the sensation. “Y-you can move now sir.”

“Shit, that’s cute how you think I need permission,” he replies before starting to pump into you faster, building into what felt like an inhuman pace. The sounds coming from you now were purely pornographic, beyond Aizawa’s wildest fantasies.“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight. Should’ve fucked you ages ago.” You couldn’t even reply; you were absolutely overwhelmed in pleasure. All you do is hum in agreeance and continue to keep moaning out. It doesn’t take long for you to feel that same build-up of pleasure that you felt before.

“I’m gonna cum sir, please let me cum for you,” you whine, hoping he’d provide you with some sort of release.

“Not yet, you only cum when I cum, got it?” he said, pushing your head into the desk and he starting pumping his cock faster, this time with a bit less rhythm. You could tell it wouldn’t be too long; all you had to do was be patient.

It took a few more sloppy strokes, but finally Aizawa growled out “I’m gonna cum soon baby. Cum all over my cock for me. Be a good girl,” punctuating each word by slamming his cock against your g-spot. His hand traveled up to your clit, rubbing it while he continued to fuck you.

“I’m gonna come sir, I’m so close~” you moan out, a slur of words as you reach closer and closer to your peak.

“C-cum for me baby,” Aizawa groans out. “Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum too.”

He slams his cock into you a couple more times before cumming deep inside of you. He lays against you, sandwiching you between him and the desk for a moment or two before he slowly pulls himself out and throws the condom away. You slip from the desk, knees buckling as you fall to floor in exhaustion. Aizawa shuffles off to the living room and returns, your clothes in hand. He throws them near you and he buckles up his pants back up.

“Put on your clothes and get the fuck out. If you think I’m gonna cuddle you, you’re surely mistaken. But first give me your number,” he says handing you his phone.

“Why would I give you my number?” you ask incredously.

“Because sweetheart, you’re gonna on be on-call for me for the next two months. You’re too good to give up after just one time, so we’re gonna make this a thing. Whenever I need you, I’ll give you a text, sound good?” he replies as if you asked about something common sense.

“What?! One time was more than enough!”

“Oh please, don’t lie, I know you want more of this dick,” he chuckles. He wasn’t wrong, his dick was pretty irreplaceable.

“Fine. Just as long as you don’t tell the dean about what I did.” you say, punching your number into his phone and handing it back to him.

“Scout’s honor, I won’t tell a soul. Just as long as you keep up this arrangement,” he replies, pocketing his phone. You put your clothes back on and Aizawa leads you to the door. After you leave, he heads back to his bedroom. Although he’d never admit it to you in the moment, he was pretty exhausted after all the fun and decided to head to bed. It didn’t take him long to drift to sleep, dreaming of all the things he could do to you in the future.

"Scout's honor, I won't tell a soul. Just as long as you keep up this arrangement." He pockets his phone and leads you to the door, where you promptly leave. Once gone, he heads back to his bedroom, fatigue taking over him after the fun you both just had. Soon enough, he drifts into a deep slumber, dreaming of all the things he could do to you in the future. But not before texting you to come to his office after office hours to see him again.

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[badassxbirdy]

March Activity Update - Pinned Post

It’s time once again for an activity update! If you’re new here: these posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brainfog strikes. This one includes posts and drafts for January and February. Everything else can be found in previous updates under this tag. There’s also the full thread tracker here.

The full activity update (along with OOC house keeping) is below the cut. Bold text = links.

If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, there are opens and memes, or you can just hit up the DM’s. You can also add Ty on Wire for IC texting.

Now onto the update!

Housekeeping

My beloved Rookito has set up a gofundme. Please go and take a look!

New year, new avatar. Thanks to all who voted in the poll.

Thank you for the lovely birthday messages and pet pics! ❤️

I scored a cheap laptop in the boxing day sales! 🥳 As well as it making a lot of things in my life generally easier, I’ll now have proper access for those months I spend away from home.

I’m so still getting notifications for old tags instead of getting newer ones. See this post. If you tag me in a thing, please also DM it.

I've made some changes to the guidlines page, primarily about FC's. Please take a look, or see this post.

Still figuring out meds and other treatment, and still dealing with some intense irl responsibilities, so thread replies will happen when they happen. I’m trying to put less pressure on myself, but as an anxious human and chronic people pleaser it’s a struggle. 😂

Threads, replies, and other IC interactions:

(In alphabetical order by username)

@astormymind

Library ghost with Finn (queued)

@beastbitten

Awkward first meeting is awkward. (link)

@demonstigma

Threatening speech workshop? 😂 (link)

@demcnsinmymind

At the motel (link)

Now kisth! (queued)

Taking Lance on a hunt (queued)

Azzy proves a point (queued)

Doing Lance’s hair (queued)

An unwanted visitor, and Ty finds out the boy has powers (queued)

Car trouble (queued)

@derschwarzeengel

Vampire Damon (link)

Damon actually talks about his trauma! 😱 (link)

Sick Tyler = sulking Tyler (link)

Judging 50 shades (link)

“She’s a ghost AND a bitch!” (link)

@destroyerscved

Magical bean juice (link)

@discipulusmaleficus

Abandoned house (link)

@florafound

Important hot sauce discussions (link)

@hvbris

Tyler really said 👁️👄👁️ at Wednesday (link)

Tyler meets Hook (queued)

An appointment with Dr. Soliman (queued)

@imprvdente

FBI!Fish and human!Ty at the motel (link)

@innerwar

Jokes with charm (link)

Attempting to babysit Jude/the Doctor (link)

@kxllerblond

Attempted bribery (link)

@loyaltyguided

Birthday cuteness! (link)

@magaprima

Demon problems (link)

Demon problems part 2: electric boogaloo (queued)

@nightiingaled

The return of Moros (link) (link) (link) and (link)

Injured Killian (link)

Proteus is baby (link)

@pantslessoptimism

dumbass teens and canniball ghosts (link)

@thatslayer

Ty and Faith both say 😠 (link)

@vyrulent

Ty meets Orobus Jones! (link)

Headcanon, dash games, and assorted silliness:

How adorable are you? (link)

Thread commentaries (link)

Tag! - TyMel mischief (link)

What does love feel like to you? (link)

I think that’s everything! I may actually be up to date for once??? This hasn't happened in around a century, I'm in shock. As always: please let me know if I’ve missed something. I never intentionally drop threads without notifying, rest assured that if it’s not here I am either having a brain fart or I simply have not seen it. Remember to be kind to yourselves, and stay safe! ❤️ — Em

#activity update #pinned post

[strykingback]

RESCUE MISSION EVENT- ATTACKING THE ARES

Note- This is just a drabble that takes place during Phase Two of the Rescue Mission. Anyone participating may feel free to have their muses react to whats happening through dash commentary, but cannot reply.

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OST: Arrival of Rescue

"Corvette Runners one, two and three. You guys are cleared to land over." Ace would say over the comms. "Copy that, Liberation. Thanks for the escort." the lead Corvette runner would say with all three rescue ships landing on the snowy land of Balders Island along with the Liberation.

"Eros. Just made it back with the Corvette Runners how about you guys?"

"We're just entering the base now. Thankfully it seems that all seems quiet on our end. Looks like the enemy must've retreated deeper into the base. Outside things look okay I would say keep watch for-. Wait hold on, something is entering Balders Islands airspace..?" Eros said.

"Well... it seems that the Atlesian Military has decided to get themselves involved.... this time with their pride and joy of an airship. Putting it on screen now for you Ace." Guangxian would say over the comms with one of the outer cameras revealing the ship.

"Thats the Ares. Atlas' pride and fucking joy of an dreadnaught class airship right there..... and if that is there then. FUCK ME! An enemy must've sent Atlas a serious distress signal! Guangxian what weapons onboard the Ares am I dealing with?"

"Lots of railgun cannons, machine guns, missiles, and plenty more.... the only thing I can say to prevent any further damage and this one I would say is very serious coming from me. Only disable the weapons.... and dont destroy the whole ship. If that thing goes down then Atlas is going to lose the one warship that could easily repel a MASSIVE grimm horde." Guangxian said.

"Well you heard the man, Ace! Thats your new orders. Get it done mate. Out." Eros would say ending the communications with Ace, while the pilot looked ahead of what was to come......

"Glad I did record that final message video for you ma and sis....." Ace said smirking a bit, gripping the controls of the Liberation tightly. "Come on old friend...." he said with the mechs eyes flashing a bright green.

"LETS SHOW THESE ATLESIANS WHY THE LIBERATION WAS FEARED BACK IN THE DAY!!!!!"

Ace would shout, moving the Liberation to take to the skies and launch itself out into the air, the sky being the only limit. While his mind focused on what was to come....for the Atlesians they were unaware of what was heading their way.

OST: Liberated Pride.

Aboard the Ares the admiral looked at the sky ahead upon the bridge. "Sir, we should be nearing Balders Island soon....dont you think its weird for the Solitas Liberation PMC to be sending a distress signal about a massive Grimm Horde attacking them?" A captain asked the admiral while he turned around.

"Captain, there is nothing to fear. After all if it is a massive Grimm Horde then that is what the Ares is for. Plus should the time come it was built for such a thing to handle anyways." The Admiral responded, until a light beeping noise was heard.

"Sir! We have an enemy inbound... and its just one!?!" An operator of the bridge said.

"Put it on the screen now!!!" The Admiral barked quickly, with the operator putting the "enemy" on screen showing the Liberation flying directly at the Ares. "What?! Thats the Liberation!?! What would Brumel's own war machine be present here!?!" The admiral said listening to everyones shock and horror about the mech that left Atlas embarassed.

"Everyone cannons up! If anything its just a mere specter and after all.... things have changed and Atlas has advanced..... just like Brumel.....and if it is an enemy...... we shall shoot it down. Atlas Endures!!!!" The Admiral said with everyone rushing to their positions on the cannons ready for the fight that was to come.

"Vanguard at the ready! Backlines be sure to check our six in case of any enemy bogeys!" The captain of the Ares spoke while the Admiral looked ahead.

"Alright, Liberation.... lets put on a show!!!!" He said moving the mech towards the approaching vanguard of Atlesian ships. Which he activated the twenty millimeter cannons aiming at the weapons and nothing else beginning to fire at them while air dashing left and right to avoid any enemy lasers and gun fire which would become disabled. As the first three airships were disabled.

"Sir! We lost all our weapons!!! Damn that thing is fast.... just what did Brumel upgrade this thing with!?!" A captain of the vanguard force said with shock with the admirals eyebrow furrowing because of it.

"Vanguard fall back! Everyone get those weapons ready and be prepared to knock that thing out of the air. Also if it does manage to knock out our weapons... lets let the Hero of Atlas take care of it...." he spoke crossing his arms.

Finally back with the Liberation, the mech would fire out another shot from its cannons striking the last of the weapons of the vanguard before flying towards the Ares. In which in response many many lasers, railgun cannons and missiles were being shot at the mech to try and knock it down. Some hits were grazes, and others were near hits..... for Ace he knew full-well that if one of those things managed to get to him.... it would be game over....

"Come on! At least try and give me a damn challenge!!!" Ace would say moving the Liberation across the fight, pulling the controls down to fly the mech into the air while his teeth gritted.... trying to not let it get hit by any rail guns or grazes. With Ace pressing a few buttons quickly to change the cannons into missile launchers on the Liberations wrists.

Immediately Ace's semblance kicked in finding three weakspots..... as he had to fly the Liberation... INSIDE THE ARES. "Fuck.... of all places. I just need to disable those weapons and then everyone can be safe." Ace said to himself, but a little smirk came onto his face. However, how can one say he is ready to die without knowing that he is. Which he would fly the mech towards one of those weak points on the side while still being trailed by enemy fire until flying towards a door which Ace aimed both missiles at blowing it open and flying right in carefully.

"Sir!! The enemy has entered the drive block!!!!" An operator shouted.

"What!?! Activate the internal defenses! We cannot let that demon of hell destroy the drive block!!" The Admiral said with the automated defense systems inside the dreadnaughts driveblock firing at the Liberation, with the mech firing back at the defenses just to get to one of the weapon drives....

and lo and behold. One of the weapon drives were insight as Ace pressed the trigger on the joystick firing a missile at it, rendering the first weapon drive silent.

"Sir! we lost the starboard weapon drive!!!!"

"Impossible!!! And the internal defenses in the drive block!?!"

"Weakening sir! The Liberation is tearing us apart from the inside!!!!"

"S-Such a beast..... theres no choice. To kill a beast we need one of equal strength! Tell Colonel Cordovin to get the Prometheus ready to mobilize! We need her out there now!!!" The Admiral shouted immediately commanding to get Cordovin out there.

Next another two Weapon Drives were destroyed with Ace on the inside smiling as if he was enjoying this. Almost like he found the perfect piece ever.... even if it has a lot of strength on the inside there is always a weakness on the inside. "Stern and Portside weapon drives have been destroyed!!! We'll be sitting ducks if he goes after the bow weapon drive" An operator said.

"There is no reason to fear. I shall deal with the threat myself... do tell me the vermins location. I know the pilot all too well..." Cordovin said on the operators comms.

"He's... headed back outside just a few minutes away from you Colonel...."

"Good because rats like him.... deserve nothing more but punishment!!!!" Cordovin would say launching the Prometheus out from its hangar and towards Ace which the mech would boost from the tunnel and towards the outside sliding to a halt ready to blast off.

"Good... all I now need to do is get back on ground. Even with the Bow Weapons still active they would not want to risk wanting to just launch any missiles at the Corvette Runners. But inside...the defenses were quite nothing. Lets get on out of here and get back." Ace said moving the Liberation as the engines were about to launch out until a laser swipe came out of the blue forcing Ace to pull the Liberation back.

"What the fu-!?!"

"Captain Ace Hughes, You are not such a villain that I thought you would be.... nay. You are no more than a mutt to me!" Cordovin would say with the Prometheus landing her mech on the ground as it seemingly "glared" at it's opponent.

"No, even further you are beneath me. just nothing more but vermin!" She would say with the visor coming down upon the Prometheus' "face" as she launched it at the Liberation.

"FUCK YOU CORDOVIN!!!!!" Ace would roar in return as the Liberation launched itself at the Prometheus with both mechs swinging a punch at eachother as the force caused both mechs to launch backwards and onto the ground with both shooting at eachother causing significant damage to each other as Ace immediately moved the Liberations left arm more forward for the interchangeable cannon to change from its missile mode to its 20 mm cannon mode. Firing a shot at the Prometheus which Cordovin attempted to fly out of the way but was struck by it staggering the mech.

In which... as she hit her head against the console a slight trick of blood was coming down from her forehead. "What... no no... this is merely nothing to me!!!" She said, looking at her mechs camera visual to see the Liberation rushing in with Ace roaring from the speakers. "Out of my sight vermin!!!!" She said using her laser swiper to swing the Prometheus laser weapon in front of her as the effect took place causing the Liberation to lose its left arm and even staggering the once powerful Brumelian weapon.

"Fuck..... me...." Ace said with his helmet being cracked and if it was not for him putting the left arm of the Liberation up in time... the core/cockpit would have been badly damaged and he himself being wounded as well..... still he did do his best to minimize the damage....

"So thats what you are huh!?! Some shit pilot who is just a relic of the past?!?! I bet you didnt even find a purpose to live yet haven't you?! Not happy with that position you were given despite all that boasting about wanting to be a general!?!?!" Ace shouted which for Cordovin she gritted her teeth at that insult.... being reminded of that damnable ceremony and how her pride soared.... but she had to kill to get to where she wanted to be...only to be shafted at the last second....

"You... dare! insult me for that you- Ack!!!!" She would shout feeling the force of the interchangeable mace striking the Prometheus which she attempted to counter it with a laser swipe but failed as the arm holding it was cut off from the extreme blunt force. With Ace moving the Liberation to charge in.....

"SAY GOODNIGHT! YOU RELIC OF THE PAST!!!!!!!"

Ace would roar out.... but finally Cordovin could only remember her training being made fun of for her size, being shafted by the military she loved oh so-dearly, and that fool of a father... which on the back of the Pometheus something opened up as it flowed and hummed with energy. No... that was something else....which when Ace noticed it at the last second.... that was the power generator on the Prometheus..... was flowing with one thing....

Fusion Energy...

"OUT OF MY WAY VERMIN!!!!!"

Cordovin shouted with the assault pulse being released causing massive damage to both the Liberation and the Prometheus but also to both pilots inside their mechs... as inside both were showing signs of exhaustion.

Inside the Prometheus, Cordovins right eye was bloodshot, her body already being stabbed by some debris from both the Liberation and the Prometheus.... while blood rolled down her eye and head even more than ever....

Within the Liberation Ace's helmet was fully broken shards of glass pierced his skin and thankfully none hitting his eyes as he was stabbed by some debris and such with hints of light coming through from outside showing that the cockpit was damaged.

Finally both sides felt a hint of sweat hit the floors of their cockpits, with Cordovin being the first to make a move.

"FIRST IT WAS MY OWN FATHER WHO COULD NOT SEE THE POTENTIAL WITHIN ME WHICH I GLADLY PUT IN A FALSE REPORT AND WATCHED HIM DIE , THEN IT WAS THAT SAME MACHINE YOU PILOT THAT HAUNTS MY VERY DREAMS TO THIS DAY! THEN THOSE FOOLS AT COMMAND NOT SEEING MY VERY STRENGTH!!! I WILL CRUSH YOU ALL UNDERFOOT!!!!" Cordovin roared shooting some missiles at the Liberation as she took a deep breath..

"I AM ATLAS!!!!!!!!"

Cordovin would scream at the top of her lungs with everyone on board the bridge being shocked what they had just heard from her..... how hard she worked fro them.... and how she could easily steal the fire from someone and claim it as their own.

Which Ace moved the Liberation out of the way while he panted coughing up some blood. "Oi Liberation... give me everything right.... All of it.. I want to see our friends again and live...." He said gripping it tightly... while Cordovin was left astounded to hear Ace speaking to his own mech. Which she would smirk knowing he was about to die...

but inside the Liberations cockpit Ace hit a red button that said.

THE HELLHOUND OF LIBERATION...

The mechs eyes would change from its greenish color to a deep red... flashing at Cordovin, causing her to visibly flinch at the sight with her panting becoming uneven.... and her hands trembling...

"LETS END THIS, LIBERATION!!!!!!" Ace roared out with the whirring of both fusion reactors inside reaching its limits as Ace was being exposed to the radioactive particles...as the Liberation would get in a battle ready position releasing a howl that sounded like a beast.

That alone made Cordovin remember why she feared that mech and how it needed to be slaughtered here... which finally... both mechs moved at the same time.. with the Prometheus throwing away its weapon and grabbing the laser swipe weapon... and with the Liberations remaining arm opening up something as its hand would sink back....

"URRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

Both roared in unison as with the Laser swipe being released once the distance was closed Ace would move the Liberation out of the way despite the damage to the face and cockpit the Fusion Lance would launch and make contact with a furious explosion sending Cordovins mech flying back as she coughed up blood ..... "NO! NO! IMPOSSIBLE!!! I CANT LOSE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAGHHHH!!!!" she would say with the core exploding..... as Cordovin was rendered silent.....

Ace would immediately do a vital scan as thankfully...... the core systems of the Prometheus acted quickly to ensure the safety of the pilot.... by injecting her with some nanites to help stabilize her... courtesy of Brumel. He would finally pant as he pressed the button deactivating the Hellhound of Liberation mode before coughing and vomiting for a bit.. a side effect of being exposed to the Democritus Particles.. even if it was for a moment.....

"Lets... get out of here...." He would say flying the Liberation out of the area and past the now damaged Ares and its Vanguard despite not killing anyone. "Admiral.. the Liberation is retreating should we-"

"No. Send out a medical crew to receive our traitor..... and a report to General Ironwood. Turn the ship around we are returning to Atlas." He said..

Back with Ace he looked out at the sky.... with the Liberation slowly making its descent to the Island where the Corvette runners were....."Aaaah.... I wonder... if mom and sis... are cooking..." He said to himself fainting as the Liberation landed... before falling to the floor its eyes flashing down while medical crews worked to get Ace out of there.....

#[Event: Rescue Mission] #[The One With False Pride- Cordovin] #[The Hellhound Pilot- Ace] #[Every Hero Has Its Story- Drabble] #tw: long post #tw: blood

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

no director's commentary?

my dash turned evil for a few Hours, sorry everypony

***SPOILERS***

did everyone have fun today i hope everyone had fun.

let's address it:

the decision to bring max back was something i sat on for a while. in my original draft of this season, NO ONE was coming back. remember courtney from tda? she sued. who else would sue? not patrick, he's making a ton of money just hosting the aftermath. julia, in my personal view of her life, wouldn't have the resources to do so. staci isn't petty like that. courtney wouldn't, and ass wouldn't care enough to go even if they were forced. max, on the other hand, comes from at least some wealth. he goes to a private school. and he'd be petty enough to sue.

also, motivation. why did courtney tda come back? because she felt she was cheated out of the million from harold tampering with the votes- it was unfair to her.

what reason would the other players have to come back? and besides the money? juluffy is still fanon (sorry) and courtney would feel confident enough about bonnie being with caesar. staci and ass wouldnt have any real motivation either, although you can argue they would, but for ass, they are incredibly apathetic and only really do things if they want to. they don't want to be on tta. staci, a) wouldn't have kin reasons to go back since td staci wasn't ever in a film set environment and b) wouldn't have alex reasons to go back because putting themselves back on the show would feel like they were trying to prove something again, which they're not interested in. they're a pretty confident person now on their own. i just wouldnt have an arc for them.

why max? consider if you will, for a moment, that max and michela (at the start of tta) were each other's only friends. max has to sit in a peanut gallery full of people who hate him, and michela has to compete on a team full of people she either doesn't know or who she hates. just from maxes pov, this is a little unfair! they only had a little time outside of shooting, and even then they were too busy to really spend time together (this'll be discussed later on). like imagine your girlfriend gets sent to a summer camp with her ex, her ex best friend who she's known from childhood and who she had a massive falling out with, multiple OTHER people you dislike, and a bunch of relative strangers. that would be stressful, and max has a very delicate psyche. he gets sick when he worries too much.

otherwise, joner was never a finalist for me because that would be weird to write. but I needed to give him something to do, and it felt right for him to rekindle his friendship with michela. his choice to convince chris was also important because he's learned that hey, romance happens! and it doesn't make friendships any less important. befriending sha-mod and bringing maxchela back together was a significant sign of his growth and it resolved some of his insecurities around his friends not needing him.

ultimately, max just felt like the right choice to balance out a lot of these character arcs. and besides scary, we don't really have any mean characters on the island, either, which is like what! what are we supposed to do here! but I also don't want to sit scary back and have a very intelligent, super main character baddie like julia take the stage, having max (who she already has a rivalry with) come back just makes more sense in writing.

also, a few months ago, tumblr user maxchael made a suggestion (though I mightve just made that up in my head tbh) for max's character that i want to include in a later episode. because it sounded funny.

a lot of people have already guessed who the next elim will be. for that i say, get ready

#director's commentary

[elkian]

Avatar: The Last Airbender is still a masterpiece, but recently I was reminded of some of the core plot beats in Avatar Aang, and I think I’ve figured out how to smooth the lumps out.

First, that part where he hits a rock that just happens to hit the exact spot Azula zapped and reconstitute his connection to the Avatar State is just... well, it’s just kind of random. I remember a commentary on writing about how “Random events that get your characters into trouble are interesting, random events that get them out of trouble are deus ex machina“ (paraphrasing). It’s not a bad moment for him to whip out that power, but I think it could be improved.

You know what else could be improved? The equally spontaneous-seeming sudden overtake of Ozai’s energy and firebending. I do think this was a great scene, but for something so pivotal and climatic, it had functionally 0 lead-up. A lot of the time, especially in shows like ATLA with its established but non-stating bending rules, being able to guess - or at least follow - the choices characters make and the results they get makes it a lot more fun.

So, how do I fix this?

Well, let’s go back to the Lion-Turtle (my beloved). Our friend here was actually foreshadowed in Book 2 and has enough screen time in the finale to feel fitting - especially given their spiritual bent. Aang is an Avatar, the Avatar, and given that the series’ final episode is literally his title, it really wants to drive home that this climax is, for him, coming into his own as the Avatar. Maybe not being perfect at it yet, but owning it in a way that has been understandably very difficult for him from the moment he found out.

So, the Lion-Turtle coming in and taking him on a semi-literal spiritual quest works well enough.

I think, when the LT touches Aang’s head and heart - or even before that, give them a moment to actually talk things out. Maybe when Aang hears from Yangchen and becomes disappointed, a new, fifth voice breaks in and asks him if he truly wishes to know another way.

And that’s how the LT actually introduces itself to him. We’ve seen the dragons send people psychic messages/context, so for someone as spiritual as the LT is implied to be, should be no problem. It talks to Aang, shows the audience a few scenes of something stylized, that’s not instantly understandable, laying the groundwork. Maybe Aang even says he doesn’t understand, and that’s when the LT beckons him down to the waterline, to talk face-to-face.

Then, when he’s been thus educated and awakened, he faces Ozai. He’s still having a hard time with everything, struggling to stay alive without killing Ozai, redirecting lightning, all of that. He hits the ground hard and is stunned for a second, and Ozai advances on him, grinning and sadistic, and Aang has a(nother) moment where he considers deliberately killing this man.

Maybe he tries to activate the Avatar State himself and, when it fails, he realizes he doesn’t need it. But, by focusing on his power like that, he gets a Tremor-Sense style of read on the world around him - including Ozai’s energy.

We see a brief flash of him remembering something the LT told him, and then he dashes forwards, grabs Ozai, and we see the stylized scenes overlap with his actions now, with the energy-struggle between them.

THAT is how I think that the two weaker parts of Aang’s final arc could be shored up together. We get the otherwise same ending and roll credits.

(And, honestly, the idea of Aang not being able to go into the Avatar State now, or ever again, is kind of intriguing? He doesn’t stop being the Avatar, but he loses that part of himself - which might even be a relief - and has to go on being an Avatar without it and come up with solutions that don’t lean on it.

IIRC there’s a bit in Korra where she loses the AS too for a time? Idk but it could be interesting for Aang to regain the AS later in life, after coming to terms with it and being able to respect but not fear it anymore.)

#elk text #19th #March #2023 #March 19th 2023 #atla #actually... if hitting a rock there was sufficient WHY DIDN'T TOPH'S ROCK MASSAGE FIX HIM #Are we assuming she just HAPPENED to not hit that ONE SPOT while going absolutely ham on him? #maybe there was a hidden personal-growth element that had to be unlocked first #but still

[yeonban]

Dash commentary, novella length ver. @deathfavor

Soma has half a mind to ask what Seiroku could possibly wish to hide when there is no one around as he's beckoned down, but his eyes widen in surprise at the sudden closeness before he can inquire and his thoughts flatline at the same time his breathing gets cut off once the doctor's lips unexpectedly press against his own. Both the act and Seiroku being the one to initiate it leave him speechless (not for the first time, and by the looks of it not for the last either) but despite his shoulders stiffening in response (his reflexes rebelling against any sort of unforeseen contact after his experiences in battle), the grand general doesn't back away nor does he push to create distance between the two, he simply stands still.

His clarity is there in spite of the circumstances, and Soma is well aware that he should react, but... how? This has never happened before (no one has ever been brave enough to dare approach him in this way, a smart move on their part) but if there had been a precedent to it... what would he have done? Had it been a stranger or an acquaintance, there is no doubt in the general's mind that his fuse would have blown long before the contact would have even been made. And in his friends' case... if it had been Shishikado or Tatsuomi, he would have most certainly shoved them aside as soon as the contact would have been made. Definitely with a frown in tow, and perhaps even with a temporary revulsion for a touch unwanted.

Would he have at least reacted this way to Tsubasa? Allowing the kiss to continue, most likely. But not necessarily as a conscious choice on his part as much as a result of his body and brain freezing up all at once, rendering him unable to think, let alone react. Yet here he stands, willingly allowing Seiroku to kiss him. The thought leaves him conflicted (everything about this is so unlike what he's grown familiar with) but his hand twitches once the other leaves his personal space and the act returns every inch of Soma's attention onto his friend, a fleeting wave of mild disappointment washing over him at the sudden lack of warmth. The realization only adds another layer to Soma's already existing confusion, but he can't afford to ponder on it (on any of it) when Seiroku is saying his goodbyes and he should ask for an explanation.

Does Seiroku... mean something with this kiss? Or is he just drunk, and they should both forget this has ever happened? In hindsight, it shouldn't even matter which it is. Why would it? (Only, Soma can't find it in himself to base his reaction on what should or shouldn't happen for once.)

❛ Seiroku--- ❜ A hand reaches for Seiroku's wrist to keep him from leaving, but the flush on the doctor's face brings Soma to an abrupt halt. He stares into the yellow soul's eyes, growing increasingly hesitant about his chosen course of action, and ultimately lets his hand fall back to his side after a beat. This... isn't the time. ❛ ...No, nevermind. ❜ If Seiroku is intoxicated, this memory will fade come next morning and the grand general will receive his answer without ever asking for it. If he is only tipsy... they're probably better off not discussing it right now. Seiroku should only tell him what he would under normal circumstances rather than guided by alcohol, and as for himself... how would he even reply to whatever Seiroku had to say? ❛ We can talk tomorrow. ❜

It hadn't been a bad experience; quite the opposite if he had to describe it one way or the other, but what should he make of that? If Seiroku saw him in this sort of light, what would he do about it? Accept his feelings and reciprocate them? That... doesn't sound as awful as he'd have expected it to, but it does go against what's being publicly awaited of him, doesn't it? So then what should he do, reject him? That thought leaves an equally bitter taste in his mouth, and Soma figures he needs to think this through first, lest he accidentally hurts Seiroku in the process.

Soma spares him another glance then, expression unreadable (no wonder when he himself can't even tell what he's feeling right now) and cautiously raises a hand to pat Seiroku's shoulder once in an effort to... ease his nerves, perhaps? Let him know that he isn't going to be thrown out of the Date Bushidan when he wakes up for... whatever this had been? ❛ 'Night, Seiroku. ❜ And with that the grand general lets the other enter his room, dallying for but a moment in front of the door before heading towards his castle.

#muse: date soma. #* date soma. / ic. #* dash commentary. #Congratulations to Seiroku for his FLAWLESS streak of stunning Soma into silence like no one's ever done before #THIS ACCIDENTALLY GOT SO LONG. /AGAIN/. I'M SDFHFJDSFJF #Soma was originally going to just stare in surprise in a comical dash comm post but then I blinked and somehow had 6 paras written #He's so torn rn bc yea he didn't expect the kiss. but even more than that he didn't expect to not MIND the kiss #Good thing he can keep his composure & act rationally courtesy of his role as captain/grand general bc young him would've been a MESS #WHEEZING at them meeting the next day on 0 hours of sleep each bc they were Both busy thinking about this

[chernayavidua]

🔥🔥 ( light it up up up )

OUT OF WIDOW !! 

oh boy! two??? you are giving me too much power, ivy! let's see,,,,, which two of my many salty unpopular opinions can i rant about? 🤔

                 THE LACK OF GENUINE INTEREST in writing with mutuals outside of their favs. and no, i don't mean people you've known for years. i don’t mean friend circles that have been cultivated over years. i mean bare minimum interacting: liking a post, commenting on a post, sending random asks. everyone wants to receive, receive, receive but so few people are willing to give. so many people follow blogs whose posts they never ever give a single like to. you end up having the same 2 people liking your posts, commenting and sending you memes even though you have many more followers. which leads to so many people, myself included, feeling like they're being collected and or used to pad someone's follow list. the lack of interest and interactions between mutuals is shocking because this hobby of ours revolves around communication. which is something i think people forget. i also think that now a days people are after that quick dopamine hit of quick banter and memes. i also think that another reason for the lack of interaction is due to the amount of followers someone has. yes, more followers means you get more likes on your posts but there is no way that person will be able to interact in all of the, say, 200 blogs they follow. remember when dash commentary was a thing? remember when people would reply from mobile because they were excited to rp? i might not have been in the rpc for long during that time but it was nice, like i didn't need all this other frilly stuff to rp with people on here. recently i tried my hand at commenting more on people's posts as an alternative to liking the post and the amount of replies to got in return was like two maybe three at most. which was surprising tbh

                 MALE MUSES GET MORE ATTENTION THAN FEMALE ONES. no one will be able to change my mind. i will die on this hill. i've been rping successfully on here for two years. and in those two years i have seen blogs of male characters get so many new followers so quickly. people basically throwing themselves at that blog trying to interact with them. ( yes i'm guilty of this. no, let's not talk about it. i am ashamed ) if the fc is a hot yt dude from a recently popular show or movie and the blog had an aethetic-y appearance, they're gonna get all sorts of follows. even in the same fandom there can be two blogs and the blog for the popular yt male character will get more attention than the female one. i've not only experienced this first hand years ago but have seen this happen in real time on my dash and i will never not be baffled by it. i mean, look at how many new st*ve and j*mes blogs there are in the marbel fandom vs how many new s*m wil*on blogs there are.

#ty so much for sending one in!! <3 #ноль › woman pulling the strings. ❪ ooc reply ❫ #q.

[advancedscoutkappi]

An Unwelcome Gift

Preview: Kappi gets a gift from an unwelcome source.

“FIAH IN DA HOLE!!!”

Explosions  rock the walls of R&D, shaking the foundations of the entire department followed by cheers from those fans of things that go boom. That was something he enjoyed about the Bilgewater offices, plenty of space to test whatever needed testing. His tail flips several times while he jots down notes about the yield of the explosion that just went off. 

“It could have moah kick.”

Kappi slowly looks up from his notes to see where the extra commentary had come from. Before him stood a short, portly goblin with thinning red hair and piercing green eyes that some might confuse for being fel infused though they would be wrong. Kappi straightened to his full height and eyed him before nodding.

“That -is-, in fact, the entire point of this project Coggsworth. Now…” Kappi grins threateningly. “ Is there a reason for the interruption on this, my day off? Or are you simply here to stare at me?”

“Ya know ah got a thing foah tails.” The less than amused goblin says dryly. “But that ain’ the reason.”

Coggsworth steps forward and produces a box that he had been holding behind his back, setting it on the table in front of Kappi. It wasn’t a large box, roughly eight by eight, was black and had red markings on the side that looks like an uppercase ‘T’ with a second horizontal line across it. Kappi knew that mark, though he did not make it known to his present company. He slowly steps over and turns the box, checking its sides and weight before finally picking it up. “Was this received here?” Kappi asked, looking to Coggsworth with a neutral expression.

“Suah was. Why?” “No specific reason other than curiosity. Thank you Coggsworth, tell them to add in a bit of leystone dust in the next round of trials, but make sure to be careful. Add it in at the incorrect time and it will result in more explosive results that desired.”     Kappi gave a nod and squint, dashing out the door before the pudgy little goblin could respond. He made his way down the halls of the FBC office, his expression still neutral, that is until he reached his own work area. As soon as the door was shut and locked he scowled, gently setting the box down on a table covered in maps marked with the locations to herbs he needed to gather.  “Now? Of all times to do this…now?” He thought as he pulled a dagger from his belt. He moved off to the side and slid it under the lid to lift it away. He had not detected any sort of explosive or poison, but he had wanted to take caution nonetheless. He braced as he flipped the lid back, but nothing happened, none to his surprise. Straightening himself he sheathed his dagger, moving back around to look into the ominous package. Inside was a small round cake that was covered in black frosting with red trim and lettering. Kappi’s ears immediately pin back as he reads the message, Welcome back. A simple message that had a much more complicated meaning. 

He worked for Draven for several years, starting just a short time after he left Vol’dun. He had not minded the majority of it, say for some of the people he had to work with. Beyond that though, it had allowed him to expand upon his skills, use the abilities he had gained and be paid handsomely for it. It also showed him how much he could be valued. He had gotten some of that in Vol’dun with the resistance, but it hits differently when you are sought out. Having several run-ins with low level members in Draven’s employ, Kappi had impressed Draven. Impressed him enough that he chose to put considerable effort into finding him and once he did it was an offer Kappi simply could not refuse. Eventually though, all “good” things do come to an end, as he found his interest in continuing with the organization waning and he had to work hard to get himself free of it all.

He pinches at the base of his snout, walking around to slump down into his chair with a heavy sigh. He had hoped that stretch was behind him. Then he reopened the door and he should have known then that the Farmer would not simply let him walk away again. Finally he dropped his hand and stared at the back of the box, silently cursing himself for his lapse in judgment. He had only gone back due to the state he was in, the plan was to not actually come back. But then the call came and life took that unexpected right turn. His ears perked up as his mind went to Attzi, maybe the fact that the parcel had been delivered to the office meant he did not know. The fact that he worked at the FBC was public knowledge and would not have been hard for Draven to find out. But he was careful when returning to his new home, as he was more often than not in his entire life and they remained professional when out on FBC business. Maybe they had not looked hard enough into things to find out that information yet. He can only hope and take solace in the fact that nothing had arrived there at this point in time. He pushes back to his feet and walks around to the front of the box, drawing his dagger once again to cut into the cake. It cut cleanly until he hit the middle, and he frowned again. Sitting in the center of the cake was a neatly wrapped leather parcel, and Kappi instantly knew what he was going to find inside of it. Slipping it from its tomb of cake and frosting, he began the process of unwrapping it and found his “prize”. A contract. A contract that just so happens to already have his mark of approval, though he did not give it. And that meant he could not turn it down. 

Dear Mr. Kappi,

    I do not think I have the words to describe to you how good it feels to have someone of your skill set back in my employ. Your absence all these years created quite the gap. I think you will find the attached contract is to your liking and would greatly appreciate your patented quick work with this sensitive matter. Of course, once you are complete you will be handsomely compensated as always. Again, it is good to have you back.

                Sincerely,

                    The Farmer

Along with the contract were images of the FBC offices in Bilgewater and Booty Bay, so that suspicion was now confirmed at least. This was the Farmer's not so subtle way to tell Kappi that he did not get a choice in the matter. He sighed again and returned to his chair, contract in hand. He gave it a detailed look over, making sure there wasn’t a single one missed. It didn’t make sense though. The more he read over it the more he was confused why he was given this job. It was something most any one with a similar skill set to his could complete. It was not until he reached the location that it finally came to him. Vol’dun. The target had fled to Vol’dun, and that is why he wanted Kappi to take on this contract. There would be far fewer people who knew that area and definitely no one else in his employ. His face twisted into a deep scowl and slammed his hand down on the table. It was not the returning to Vol’Dun, that he had no problem with. It was the fact he was returning for THIS. He tosses the contract back up on the table just as the door to his work area unlocked and swung open. “Remind me again, Cogsworth, why in all the realms did I give you a key to that door?” Kappi asked as he looked up to see the goblin standing in the doorway.

“Ta save ya from yaself, and ta keep ya on ya toes in hopes a catchin’ changin’ oah somethin’ like that.” Coggsworth responds just as dryly as before.

“That is your dream, not mine. Now what is it you want this time?” Kappi snaps back. Cogsworth’s expression does not change, seems being snapped at was nothing new for him during his days, and he steps over to the table. As he gets close Kappi collects the contract and wraps it back up, stashing it into his belt.

“Special delivery, eh? Who ah whe reachin’ out ta?” 

That response got Kappi grinning and exactly why he kept Cogswoth around. Nothing surprised him nor shook him and he knew exactly when things called for a delicate touch. Kappi pushes to his feet and packs up the cake, turning towards the goblin after.

“Anyone who has ears on the ground in Vol’dun and Kul Tiras, yeah? Looking for a recent arrival.”     Without any further questions Cogsworth nods and scoots out the door. Kappi let out another very deep sigh and reached for his com, dialing in a specific frequency to contact Attzi directly. He knew this was coming down the pipe eventually, but it does not make it any less frustrating. “Love, would you be available to give me one of those wonderful portal rides back home? There has been a development…

#kappi #wowrp #ic post #vulpera #gift #oc rp #MY OCs #oc posting

[mobscene-updates]

ADMIN NOTE. Activity check one.

So, whilst this is primarily an updates page, it will also be where the new, more stringent activity checks will take place. It was discussed briefly before now, but here is where I will formally cover the process of what the new rules will be. If things improve, they’ll drop back down again and be less strict, but until then, these are compulsory, and I shan’t be lenient in the same way I have been until now. 

If you have not already requested a hiatus, it is too late. You can’t wait until you know there’s trouble to do it. If you know you’re going to be busy and away from the group, you know, and you have the time to let me know.

Those excluded from this round of activity checks due to a pre-discussed hiatus are:

Lina

Lia

Mina

Sam

Bri

Mari

Italian characters (indefinitely)

These hiatuses are now concluded. To be exempt from the next activity check, you must come to me and request another. Hiatuses will no longer be open-ended. They will last a maximum of two weeks, and you must check in at the end of this period so that I know you haven’t just disappeared entirely. If you have no interest in coming back after this time, that’s fine, but it’s just helpful to know so I don’t hang around waiting forever. 

WHAT CONSTITUTES ACTIVITY?

What is required for activity is now changing. 

One reply a week to a coffee shop starter that you end up waiting another week to continue, just so you don’t technically break the activity limit, is no longer good enough. You have to be here, actively pushing forward the general plot of the group, or, if that’s not the case, showing examples of genuine character development in the meantime. This might sound daunting, but it isn’t. If you think it is, that might be a good sign that you just don’t have the time to dedicate to a group setting anymore. If the dash gets stagnant, and if people are waiting too long for replies on important threads, it just doesn’t work out.

I will list some examples of what passes as good activity, and also, bad. Please note, however, the bad is not always to be discouraged. (Read for further information.)

It simply can’t be all that’s happening. 

GOOD: 

Mob-related plots. Anything criminal, no matter how small, particularly if it ends up being a multi-faction thread, is fantastic. They often open doors for others to react to what’s happened, or for the subsequent planning of retaliation. I’m not talking about big plot drops like people being assassinated or things getting blown up, those come in moderation. But this is a role play about organized crime. I want to see more of it. 

Darker starters. The same starter in a different setting over and over again isn’t going to get anyone excited. Think outside of the box. Make it more Mob-related. If you’re a neutral, witness a crime. Get caught up in something you shouldn’t, and potentially face some consequences for it depending on who replies. If you play a gangster, put your character in a precarious situation and open it up to opposing factions only. Wander into an enemy establishment and cause a fuss. Have someone spot you with a weapon. Pass commentary on politics and see who you can rile up. There are plenty of options to explore if you can give it a little thought. 

Multi-person threads (ie. more than two participants) that create a more interesting social dynamic on the dash. They end up being more fun, and that in itself stokes muse for everyone involved, including those reading. Plan a drunk night out where everyone gets smashed and dragged into drama. Drunk text your boss. Black out, accidentally wander into enemy territory with your boys, and end up in a fast-paced thread between two sides trying to work your way out of it. Some of our most memorable Mob moments came from threads like these. It brings everyone together in character, as well as out, and both are important.

Self paras. If you have the kind of character that doesn’t routinely end up in drama, that’s fine too. Balance social/family heavy threads with self paras. There are plenty of opportunities for character development outside of crime heavy plots. If you’re having a particularly difficult time placing them into what’s currently happening, perhaps try another angle. Maybe some internal monologue about the events in question (especially when news stories start breaking on the Advocate again.) A self para about an important moment from their past that you wish to explore in further detail. A memory with a character important to them. Past trauma, past relationships, insights into family. Deep-dives that make both yourself, and everybody else, feel more connected to the character you play. Let’s get invested in each other’s work again. 

Event planning. Again, this is limited in its frequency, but planning events is a great way to spark an activity surge, so anybody who puts the effort into this, and subsequently being around to host it, gets an immediate activity pass for those two weeks. Bonus points if you can somehow work a nice mob drama plot drop into it.

BAD: 

Text threads. These are absolutely invaluable. I’m not discouraging them in the slightest, because they’re great for social development, and especially for the quick transfer of information between characters. They just can’t be all you’re doing. They will not count toward any form of activity check; seven-day limit included.

Vague starters and replies. ‘I’m sorry, did you say something?’ Don’t always make the other person do all the work. If you’re writing the starter, put the effort in to directing it somewhere. The same with your replies. When you read them back before posting, make sure that they add direction and motion to the thread. Are you giving something for your partner to respond to? No? Then perhaps consider rewriting it so that this changes. Give what you want in return. 

Instagram/social media posts. I love these, and once again, they play a fun and interesting part on the dash. Particularly for breaking personal news to the wider audience. This isn’t me saying don’t use them, because we all like to see little snippets into our characters’ lives, and they’re certainly fun to create. Just make sure they’re not the only thing you’re doing. 

Posting only closed starters. These are infinitely important, particularly for pre-established plots, but by their very nature, they close you off to other people. If you are going to post a mass of closed starters, be sure to post an open as well, or reply to as many open starters as is feasible, to balance it out. A poor closed to open starter ratio is exactly what ends up in bubble role playing. If you can’t handle posting open starters because you can’t keep up, maybe drop a character to limit the workload. Also if you’re going to post an open, be sure to actually respond to the replies you’re getting. I will now be policing open starters to check this. Posting a starter and getting four responses, only to continue with none of the threads after that, is unacceptable. You’re wasting the time of people who put the effort into replying. I am not yet policing those who only post opens, and don’t reply to any of the ones in the tag, but if you don’t start changing it, I will send out warnings. 

SO WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

It means, from here on out, everybody is going to need to be a little bit more conscious about what they’re giving to the dash.

There will still be a seven day activity limit.

On top of that, though, there will now be an extra activity check once every two weeks to assess the quality of this activity. So, you might not technically have been inactive for more than a week, but have you actually contributed? (See good vs. bad activity examples above.) You will be required to submit at least one example of meaningful activity to me. Self paras, contributions to plots, an important thread with somebody that showed some development for your character. I think you understand what I mean by this point in the post. 

There will be a master list of every character linked in a moment. Beside it will be two dates. The date that you last submitted this information to me, and the date the next submission needs to reach me by. This can be done at any time. There will be no specific dates for activity checks. Some of you could owe me on a Wednesday, some of you could owe me on a Saturday, it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s at least once every two weeks. You can also submit early. For example, if you posted a self para five days ago, but you fancy posting another and submitting that to me, too, you’ll have your limit extended two weeks from beyond the point at which you submitted the second self para to me. 

If you have any questions about what any of this means, you can reach me via the main, tumblr messenger here, or on Skype.

I will be posting an example within the next few hours courtesy of Alexa so you can see what I’m looking for, and also how these posts will happen, and subsequently contribute to making this page a good place to keep up with all the important happenings on the dash.

YOU ALL HAVE UNTIL THURSDAY TO COMPLETE THE FIRST CHECK.

No exceptions. No hiatus requests. 

Thank you.  

#admin note

[shslpunkartist]

HIHIHI!! I'M BACK FROM GOING THROUGH YOUR BLOG LOOKING FOR THOSE BEE BLOO BLEH WHATEVER HCS WITH THE PUNK TRIO!

HOPE YOU DON'T MIND SOME COPYING AND PASTING HERE. DOING THIS CUZ JUST WOKE UP A WHILE AGO AND MY MIND SUCKS AT RETAINING INFO WHILE STILL WAKING UP. AGAIN HOPE THIS IS OKAY! Oh and btw these HCs ARE the Punk trio ones you talked about before, it's just that this was before you decide to give them nicknames lol.

Both of them have “naughty” piercings. Amelia has her nips pierced, and Pico has dicc piercings.

If they were wear other outfits than their standard.. Amelia would wear soft and form fitting outfits, but nothing tight (unless it involves kneesocks) Keith will wear anything bigger than him, but again, no pants of any kind Pico will wear clothes that look tight, but are still comfy enough for him to wear

Pico loves trying out whatever the person wants to try out/is into. Even if he’s never thought of it before, he’ll try anything out (as long as it’s nothing fecal or nasty like that). An example of this is getting stepped on and electrical stimulation (also here's a special mention with one of your tags on this one which I think might help provide a bit more context: #how I look up the electric thing and they off me a kit for $60)

Amelia cries the most with children movies, mainly cuz the main focus will usually be about family/bonds between friends, and that’s what gets her acting up. She loves them though

Keith loves butt rubs. Doesn’t even have to be in a sexual manner. He’ll lay on the bed and accept butt rubs while watching tv or playing on his phone. He gets grumpy when the person stops too early though. Amelia loves head massages. I’m talking deep past the hair to rub the scalp or lower head. Get the massage going, and she’s falling asleep in your hands within the next 5 minutes Pico likes to do the rubbing instead. He’ll accept rubs, sure, but he’s very touchy. He’ll rub anything soft for an hour straight. Butt, boobs, belly, thighs, hair, whatever. (also here's a special extra on Punk Keith/Oreo involving an anon's commentary and your response to it: Anon: Punk Keith reminds me of my cat a bit. Little guy also loves butt rubs and would often get grumpy if we were to stop too early. He always looks so adorably offended whenever that happens and it took all of our willpower to not laugh at him whenever he gets grumpy. Your response: I was just thinking that! Cats (and I think dogs too?) love butt pats Keith will start at the person who stopped rubbing him, snatch their hand, and it on his butt until they continue. You don't stop until he says so.)

Keith likes turn-based games the most. He likes using strategy to take down the opponent. He gets upset when the enemy lands a crit/lucky shot on him though, and he’ll complain that his luck is utter garbage

Keith doesn’t wear pants nor shorts. Only underwear under his big hoodies/shirts. He claims it’s more comfy

Pico likes running outside while it’s the dead of night. Not even as a jog - no, a full on RUN. Like he’s being chased, or extremely late to somewhere. He does it because he loves letting out all that energy, out of breath in the end, brisk air, nobody around to wonder what the hell is wrong with him. It’s an amazing feeling

Amelia haaaates spicy food. She’ll literally cut thru her food to eat the nonspicy stuff, or not eat at all. Even if it’s a speck of wasabi, or a dash of hot sauce, she hates it Pico will get himself sick sometimes with food. It’s because he’ll want to taste the flavor of something, but he’s already full but he doesn’t care. He’ll have ice cream despite having a huge dinner because he wants something sweet. Now he’s got a stomachache

All of them are genderfluid and bisexual. The one who is most picky is Amelia, by like.. 2%. You need to be a good cuddle buddy.

(Also here's another special extra with another anon, this time with Cherri and Pachinko. Anon: I have to ask, what is it like for Punk Amelia and Punk Pico to have both parts? I imagine, like most things, having both parts has its own pros and cons there. :0 Your response: I mean, obviously I can’t speak from experience, but it’s probably a regular thing to them Sadly, cuz I’m super dumm and thinking dirty stuff, a pro is that they can handle more stuff (and are probably more sensitive) in bed. Con is they’re probably double wet if they’re excited, so like.. their underwear gets soaked, and they got a friggin boner, so like.. double embarrassment)

And lastly here's one that involves Oreo and Keith due to an anon going Beep! instead of Bee!

I’m gonna make this a double Keith fact then, and say that Punk Keith likes to go small and lay in Keith’s hood. Carries him around like a high backpack. If Keith is gonna sit/lay down, Punk Keith will crawl out and slip into Keith’s shirt instead

And there you go! This was all I could find! There might be more but I'll look again later. Right now me very hungry and would very much like to eat so bye for now~!

Holy shit

You and the others that collect info like this are insane ajsldlak

#I swear I do try to be more organized by ahahsnsjjznjs #Punk FNF trio #Punk sonas #Punk trio #thank you so much. you're hella epic

[kai-skai]

Somehow multiple people on my dash have gotten into Tamsyn Muir's The Locked Tomb, and it's been recommended to me as well. Having read the first two books, I ... can't really get into it. Here's my review (with some spoilers for those two books). (Also, this turned out more negative than I intended. Sorry about that if you like it, no offense intended, maybe just skip reading it.)

Gideon the Ninth was mostly fun. The writing is a bit too slow for me sometimes (detailed descriptions of settings/fabric/other stuff that I don't really care about), the worldbuilding a bit too vague/little, but okay. Gideon doesn't have much going on spends most of the time ambling around somewhere beside the plot being unhelpful, and since this fits her character perfectly and we get plenty of snarky commentary out of it, this is fine by me. The plot itself starts off very slowly and then kind of happens all at once at random. Maybe I've missed clues or important details - I guessed that Dulcinea was not all she seemed, but not much else. The characters' actions don't have much effect either: pretty much everything except for the final standoff would have happened more or less like it did with a completely different set of characters as well. This fits with Cytherea's powers and (apparent) agenda, so alright, but it also means that I spent a lot of the time just going "huh? well... alright, I guess this might as well happen" in slightly confused tones. The character or perhaps rather relationship development of Gideon and Harrowhark was savory and delicious, very nice, no notes (except maybe for “more of this pls”). The rest of the characters stayed somewhat flat for me (in some cases due to dying off early), with a few notable exceptions (Palamedes and Camilla, but... that's basically it). Overall I'd give it something like 3.5/5 stars, finished it fairly entertained and with both curiosity and some reservations for the next book.

Harrow seemed like a driven, systematic, and fiercely intelligent character in the first book, not to mention a necromancer with (necessarily) a good grip on the mechanics of this essential aspect of the world. I expected this to mean that the second book would have a stronger (tighter, more coherent) plot influenced heavily by the main character's actions, that it would contain more explanations of necromancy's abilities and restrictions and more analysis on what the various necromancers were doing, and that it would probably be more my usual speed in terms of how the main character thinks (albeit less funny).

Given these expectations, Harrow the Ninth was disappointing.

* Harrow's internal voice, to the extent it even existed, was bland. She seemed to sleepwalk through the first two acts completely, with no more emotional reactions than some dislike for basically anyone and anything around her and no discernible thoughts. To some extent that was to be expected given the traumatizing ending of the first book, but it just went on for waaaay too long. If she had any particular kind of feeling about her past self locking away some of her memories, if she ever sat down to think through whether to trust her past self or not, we didn't get to see it. If she ever suspected that the memory block was involved in her difficulties with her Lyctoral abilities, and perhaps even re-evaluated whether to follow her past self's wishes in light of this information (which her past self could not have had!), there was nothing of that in the book (including the later acts). I kept waiting for her to wake up, only to be frustrated chapter after chapter. This got somewhat better in/after the third act, with at least some thoroughly satisfying soupy (heh) action, but... honestly never to the extent I had hoped.

* Characters: ugh. Everybody is assholes. Mercy? Asshole. Augustine? I wasn't entirely sure about him for a second there, but yep, asshole. Gideon the First? Asshole from the start, a hot second of maaaaybe in the middle, oh and then he's dead. Ianthe? Asshole, relationship with Harrow seems to develop for a while, except then apparently she deliberately gaslights Harrow about something important (maybe! unless Gideon is wrong about Cytherea's body beneath Harrow's bed being real! which is a distinct possibility, given that Gideon only has Harrow's eyes to look through, but this is never resolved and potentially irrelevant anyway and this is immensely frustrating to me.) Harrow desperately needs a hug, but is surrounded by assholes, so that only seems even remotely possible for like five sentences spread out through the book. God actually had me rooting for him and hoping for a bit, but proves to be Actually An Asshole Too around the start of act three. Oh, and then at the end all of them turn out to be a slightly different shade of asshole than they seemed to be for most of the book. Which I genuinely cannot bring myself to care about, at all. And I actually really hate all of this, because... these are near-immortal beings who have spent ten thousand years more or less with each other, through high-stakes situations, set apart from the rest of their universe, and there are these tantalizing glimpses of genuinely complex and deep relationships and an interesting view of the world, but they fizzle out in assholery and are also mostly ruined by/at the ending. So yeah. Then there are also the dead characters, which are actually not completely dead, but most of what they do happens in that space of "this might be an elaborate false memory, although it's probably something else, but I have no way of knowing what" which puts a real damper on getting invested (at least for me, YMMV).

* Plot: in all the frustrating sleepwalking of the first two acts, Resurrection Beasts are set up as the Big Bad for later, one of them coming for God with potentially Houses-ending consequences. Then there's also a mystery threat that may or may not even be real in any meaningful way throughout the Canaan house parts. Then, the Resurrection Beast happens (and turns tail) offscreen while characters are busy doing Other Stuff (e.g. going “no u want Harrow to like you more than she does” at each other, eavesdropping on assholes), the mystery threat is explained but mostly after it's been made irrelevant by killing (and also is part of a whole other group of baddies we don't really know anything about but that are mentioned here and there throughout the book), and also Harrow - you know, the main character - spends most of the actual action sitting around watching/listening to other people doing things, and so does Gideon. The potentially House-ending consequence of God's death turns out to be no biggie because he can't die anyway, right before he's put into a completely different danger (let's call it superhell) that was kind of offhandedly introduced along the way, and then he gets away anyway. I just... look, I can't care about any of this. Nothing has been set up in such a way as to make me care. I don't care whether Mercy and Augustine are traitorous assholes in addition to regular assholes, because they're assholes either way, and because the asshole they betrayed is someone I also don't really care about. The Houses ending seems sort of vaguely bad in a "there were characters from there that seemed nice" way, but they’re offscreen and the on-screen characters don’t seem to care all that much about them, so the emotional impact is limited. The New Group of Maybe-Baddies is pretty much a complete unknown - they apparently toss around nuclear weapons and try assassinations but also a couple of non-dead characters are there now for some unexplained reason? (Which we learn in a completely random encounter that sooort of drops a clue or two about later happenings, but that stays... jarringly random.) Once again, most of this is - as far as I can tell - impossible to figure out or anticipate in advance. While I got the Ortus/Gideon switch, that wasn't much of a mystery given that we already knew Harrow had altered her memories. The River's possibilities are not really clear early enough that I could guess at what's going on with Canaan house, and they are disjointed from the main narrative (with no indication that Harrow is reliving/dreaming/thinking about any of it). Harrow's existence doesn't make much - if any - difference to the plot at any point, only Gideon’s eyes are important for Betrayal Reasons. I suppose there are some things I've learned (Gideon's parentage, a bit about Alecto's wards), but these were... not actually questions I was all that curious about, and learning it almost incidentally from assholes yelling at each other doesn't feel very satisfying. A mystery that I thought was getting solved when Abigail brought up Harrow being haunted (namely, What The Fuck Is Up With The Body Following Her) was un-solved again when the haunting turned out to be a new character. Another mystery (why God would lie about how to become a Lyctor) doesn't get solved because somehow nobody asks.

* There are some meme references sprinkled throughout the book (I caught none pizza with left beef, jail for mother, and... I think another one?), which some people like, but I mostly found them incongruous with the rest of the tone. Which makes me wonder if uncaught and slightly-incongruous references are further negatively affecting my opinion here. I was promised that the Cool S would be important somehow, but as far as I can tell it was just randomly on a piece of paper beneath a Harrow hallucination and irrelevant otherwise.

I dunno. Maybe these books are better at a second reading, when you already know what's going on and can pick up more clues? Maybe there is some actual content in Harrow's hallucinated notes that I didn't get because I didn't have enough context yet? At least it would put some of the soundbites that are just unintelligible due to missing context at the first read in, well, context. But I don’t really want to reread them.

Aaanyway. Might get curious about the other books via fanfic/fanart, but at this point I’m leaning more towards reading synopsis (synopsises? synopses?) online than towards reading the actual books. I don’t really trust that the payoff from reading the actual books would be worth the effort for me.

#actually let's not tag the books/series/author here #let's keep the tags for positive stuff

[withsorrowandregret-archive]

Talk about your most positive RP experience

Talk about something you look for in a partner.

Tell something you want others to know about you.

ooh it is so hard to pick only one positive rp experience  .   generally it is everyone’s patience .   i tend to need quite some time to reply to my threads  ,   but i have never felt pressured to reply faster than life allows  .   also the shenanigans of the ons fandom  ,   back when shinya was still over @midnightdrxam  ,   were just hilarious  .

i am not sure whether I truly look for something specific in a roleplay partner  .   mostly  ,   i am drawn to people who write angst with me lol  .  i also like to write mini-paragraph threads from time to time  ,   since i can’t always reply to long threads but do want to write  ,   or do some jolly dash commentary  .

first of all  :   i really appreciate everyone around here  .   you are all amazing writers  .   also  ,   i am very chaotic so nothing happens in order and i lose threads  ,   by accident   (   or it’s Tumblr who pesters me   )   .   lastly  ,   i am deeply interested in diving into complex dynamics and would love to explore more of them  ,   either with my canon muses on here or my oc over @ignitx .

#knightinsourarmor #☽ ——「σσ¢」 / ❛ mona speaking .

[mayansmcsblog]

Her world or mine

I have no idea when i wrote this but i found it in my drafts half done so i finished it and- yh that's about it😅

This was meant to be based upon the song her world or mine but i got off track so its only loosely based upon it.

word count: 3640

Enjoy!

He hasn't used the truck for weeks, he had no reason to anymore, being in it only brought back memories of you. The long drives, the short drives too. The way you would hold his hand while he was driving or how you would remind him to pay attention to the road when he looked in your direction for too long. All the memories were fresh within his mind- almost as if it was yesterday. 

Even now, he was only sitting in it, he had to do the beer run and obviously that couldn't be done on a bike, he had to take the truck, but all he could think about was how you used to sit in the passenger seat beside him. He could see it in his mind so vividly, if he didn’t know you had moved on he would swear you were sitting with him. 

Looking at the dash his gaze caught the Polaroid photo that was still in its place next to the radio. Your face accompanied a smile whilst his had his usual ‘tough’ man expression, but if you looked close enough, you would be able to see a small smile placed upon his lips. You took it at one of the infamous Mayans parties, he remembered how it took you around 10 minutes to ‘convince’ him to take it, he wanted to take it from the moment you suggested it but he wondered how far you would go to get him to do it

-

“Please” you had been begging him for the last 5 minutes in attempt to get him to take a photo with you but to no avail

“No” you two were sitting on the bench outside the clubhouse, people surrounding the both of you, everyone was involved on their own conversations so neither of you paid any mind to them. Of course he was still aware of his surroundings but was more relaxed than usual

“But come on” you begged

“No y/n” he kept his face as straight as he could but you could slowly see a shadow of a smirk forming upon his lips

“Why?”

“No face no case” he shrugged with a slight smirk on his face, clearly that was a lie. Not even 20 minus prior you had taken a photo of all of the club members standing outside of the clubhouse per bishop’s request so he could frame it and hang it somewhere within the clubhouse to show off the members.

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“Why are you so adamant? “He questioned

“Because” 

“Because what?” standing up he motioned for you to do so as well,

“Just because”

“Come on follow me”

Standing up you took this hand as led you away from the party,

“Where are we going?”

“To take this god damn photo”

-

Recalling that night he felt a pain inevitably run across his chest, sure you two were only friends when it was taken but that night was the foundation for building the relationship you two once shared. 

Why had he been so stupid to let you go?

He knew he would have to drive past your place to get to the brewery, it was inevitable really. There was no other way unless he was going to drive an extra 30 minutes, which he didn't have time for.

when he reached the turn in to your street he slowed down a little, looking at your house from a distance he could see a car he didn’t recognize in the driveway. As he got closer he could see two people on the porch, he immediately recognized you accompanied by some guy. 

Of course you had someone else.

-----

Sitting on the couch you couldn't help but let your mind drift back to him, you missed his smile, you missed the way he would have a running commentary while watching anything on the TV, you missed how he would hold you after a long day, you missed everything about him.

“You’re thinking about him again, aren't you?” 

You did nothing but hum in response

Your brother had elected to stay with you for a few weeks while he was on a business trip for some type of expansion for the company he worked for. Originally it was a good idea, it kept you mind off Ez, but the more time your brother was here, the more he talked about his wife back home and how he couldn't wait to get back to her just made you think about how you don't have someone in your life to look forward to anymore, you no longer had someone you could tell everything to, someone who would stay by your side, someone you knew would be waiting for you when you were away from home. As much as you loved your brother, you were thankful he was leaving tomorrow

“Im gonna go get a drink” standing up you heard your brother mumble something in response but you elected ignored him and heading to the kitchen.

As you approached the fridge you spotted the picture of you and Ezekiel stuck on the door. You were pretty sure it was Coco who had taken when him, you, Ez and Angel went over the border for a day because none of you had anything to do and for some reason Mexico was the first thing that was suggested. You had been meaning to get rid of it but couldn't bring yourself to. Alot of memories were collected between the four of you, some of them you were just not ready to let go of yet.

By now he was probably already in another relationship so why were you still holding on?

Grabbing a bottle of water you headed outside and sat on the porch steps. You knew there was a party at the clubhouse tonight, Angel had invited you to come, but you knew Ez would be there. 

Did you really want to see a girl all over him while you're still here alone? Because that would definitely happen

Maybe he wouldn't be there? Or maybe he would be too busy doing stuff to even realize you were there 

You were too wrapped up in your own mind to even realize your brother had stepped outside till you heard a creak from the wood behind you 

“Y/n?”

“Yeah” 

“you okay?" He asked sitting beside you

 “yep"

You two sat in silence for a few moments before he started talking once again

“I love you ye? Don’t let that boy ruin you. He lost you by his own fault. You did nothing” he rambled on about how you should have been treated better and how Ez lost the best thing he could ever have. But you knew he was wrong.

Ezekiel always treated you like a queen, your brother met him one time and barely spoke to him for longer than five minutes. As far as you were concerned you brother didn't know anything about him

While he was rambling you were looking into the distance, mainly just looking at the sky but you could have sworn you saw his truck drive past, but maybe you were just seeing things right? His truck wasn't the only one, there were probably millions of them.

-

The party was in full swing, people were everywhere, the room full of patches from all over. mass amounts of people from charters were visiting in celebration of a new deal with the sons, leaving Ez to tend the bar along with some hang rounds.

Wiping down the bar he couldn't help but think about you for the billionth time today. He knew you two broke things off but it didn't mean you had to leave everyone from the club behind as well as him.

"Bro what the hell is wrong with you?" Angel questioned

"Nothing" shrugging his shoulders he dropped the bar rag and turned to get angel a beer from the fridge behind him

"Stop lyin man, what's going on in that head?" Angel knew his own brother better then to believe 'nothing' was going on with him, something was always going on up in Ez's brain, even if he didn't admit it

"I dunno man, I just think it's weird how y/n left us you know?" Ez shrugged again, handing angel a beer

"She didn't leave us. She’s distancing herself. Got a lot of family shit going on right now" he explained, you kept Angel in the loop with everything, after all he was your best friend even before Ez and you got together, if Ez wouldn't tell you something- Angel would.

"Just think it’s weird" Ez repeated, messing with the bar rag once again

"Ya well she’s coming tonight”

Before Ez could respond coco stood next to Angel 

"Who’s comin?"

The brothers looked at each other for a moment before angel came up with an idea 

"Just some random bird for our boy scout to bed"

"My man," Coco chuckled "finally gonna get your dick wet huh?"

----

You knew this was a bad idea, you knew he would be here. 

Was he going to be with another girl? Actually stupid question, of course he would be

Opening your phone you sent angel a text

‘I'm like five minutes out but i swear to God if you abandon me tonight i will hit you so hard that you can't remember anything for a week’

At least he would walk in with you so you weren’t alone right?

---

Angel stood up abruptly in the middle of a conversation he was having

"Where the fuck you going?" Coco questioned, lighting a cigarette from the chair he was sitting in

"Meet a friend"

"A friend huh?"

"Yeah...maybe you'll like her" Angel replied before grabbing his beer and retreating towards the door.

---

Walking through the gate you saw the front of the club littered with patches. Some of them were from different charters. Weird, angel never mentioned other charters visiting, by the look of the outside, you could only imagine the clubhouse itself is packed with people.

Scanning the crowd you spotted the person in question walking towards you

“Hey stupid face”

“good evening stupid head”

“that's basically the same thing i just said” 

"oh shut up i couldn't think of insult fast enough”

Pulling you into a hug you couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed. Angel was always like an older brother to you, an annoying one at that but still a brother.

It had been weeks since you saw him, being back in his company made you feel safe again, almost like a sense of home

He placed a kiss on your temple “We missed you here”

“Yeah, I know” letting him go you looked around, mainly to see if any of the other guys were in sight but also to see if coco was around, expecting to be attacked as per usual. 

Angel took notice of you scanning the crowd “He's inside”

“Hmm? Sorry I got no idea what you're on about”

Pulling you into his side he wrapped an arm around your shoulders “sure ya don't”

Walking inside you scanned the crowd once again, thankfully coco was nowhere to be seen for the moment and most of the guys were spread out around the room. Bishop and Taza were playing pool, Gilly and Creeper were sitting at the table in a conversation whilst hank sat opposite them looking at something on his phone, Ez was tending the bar like usual but this time he was accompanied by some hang rounds.

At least there isn't girls hanging off him yet 

“C'mon let’s get a drink huh” angel lightly shoved you towards the bar playfully.

“No”

“No?” his eyebrows raised playfully

“No and if you try to make me go over there with you i promise i will embarrass you” you laughed 

“Fine”

After he got the drinks you both sat at a table in the corner for a while talking, the majority of the topics were about what had been happening while you were distanced from everyone.

Eventually Coco spotted you two and joined in the conversation. you sat talking to the two of them while everyone else was up to their own things, you didn't mind, the both of them combined made for some very interesting storys, the conversation could never die. After around 10 minutes, Angel had left you two alone saying he “wasn't bout to listen to this shit ''- which was super ironic considering the topic of conversation was about modifications for a new bike coco had brought a few days ago

“How does your bike handle anyway? I heard they are bottom heavy and hard to manoeuvre sometimes” you questioned. overtime Ez had taught you some things about bikes, mainly when he was just rambling about random things not thinking you were really paying attention to what he was saying

“It’s alright i guess, sometimes it slips when I lean too far on corners, other times it tends to not wanna go the way I need to but other than that it handles pretty well, arms hurt like a bitch after long ride though” he explained

Nodding your head you understood where he was coming from, having your arms at that angle for hours must have taken its toll

“Ay '' he nodded his head towards someone behind you, Turning your head you saw it was Ez walking through the door with Angel, seemingly engrossed in some type of conversation they were having.

Despite spotting him earlier you only scanned over his appearance but now you actually took a good look at him, he looked different, not much but still different from before. His hair was in the same style but it little more grown out then usual, his facial hair had grown out a little too. His eyes had bangs underneath them and his face looked drained.

All in all he looked like shit.

“You know he’s not the same without you right?” bringing your attention back to coco you couldn't help but feel like you were to blame, maybe if you fought harder of him you two would have never split.

“You two spoke since?” he questioned

“Nope...I got a few drunk calls saying he was sorry but other than that. No” you shook your head. 

After you two first broke up he called you around a week later rambling about something but since he was slurring his words- you could barely understand anything he was saying. You got about 2 voicemails of him saying he was sorry and how he fucked up but- you never spoke to him, never texted him back when he would ask you if you were coming to one of the parties.

“The amount of times we've had to stop him from drunk calling you is unreal”

Playing with the label on the beer bottle in front of you, you thought about what coco said- clearly Ez had attempted to talk to you at some point, but why? The whole breakup was because he needed “space” to deal with some things so why was he trying to talk to you?

“He wanted space, I gave it to him” you shrugged, slowly peeling off the label

“Didn’t mean you had to leave us too” looking up from the bottle you saw coco was now avoiding your gaze

“Yeah...I know” maybe it was wrong of you to drop everyone, but being around them would have only brought back memories of you and Ez. At the time it seemed like a good idea to distance yourself from all of the guys, but now, despite only being here for a hour, you could tell how much you really missed being around them.

“You know he’s walking over here right?” Dropping your head onto the table you let out a sigh causing coco to laugh “I’ll leave you two alone huh?” lifting your head up you looked at him with a facial expression as if to say ‘don’t leave me’ but he did anyway

“Y/n” his voice was low, almost as if he didn’t believe he was saying your name again

“Ezekiel”

“Can we talk?”

“We are talking” sitting up straight you turned in your seat to look at him. He looked even worse up close- the bags under his eyes were alot darker then they seemed from a distance, they made it appear like he hadn’t slept for days, you couldn’t help but notice he had a bruise slowly forming on top of his right eyebrow.

“What happened there?”

He looked confused for a moment till you pointed to his eyebrow

“Oh I erm…got into a fight.....with a wall” his eyes were trained onto the floor, almost like he was ashamed.

You hummed in response not sure how to respond without laughing 

“So how have you been?” he questions

“Good i guess..how about you?”

“Alright I suppose”

What followed was nothing but silence between the both of you, neither of you knowing what to say. The sounds of other people talking and rock music became almost deafening as the two of you stayed silent

“Well this got really awkward fast” you spoke up causing Ez to laugh a little

“Yeah..yeah it did” he nodded

After a few more moments you stood from your chair “I'm just gonna-”

“Yeah go, i get it go ahead” he finished your sentence for you.

Nodding you quickly made your way outside, the yard was almost empty by now, people had either left for the night or had moved inside.

You spotted Angel sitting on the front steps fiddling with one of the rings on his hand while looking at something in the distance. You sat beside him in silence, neither of you even attempting to make conversation but simply just being trapped within your own minds.

When you and Ez broke up you knew things would change, you knew the two of you probably wouldn't be able to have the same conversations you would before, but you never expected them being so awkward.

Maybe it was just because the wound was still pretty fresh, after all it had only been just over a month

After a few minutes you heard the door behind you open as someone stepped out, seconds later a figure sat next to you, looking over you saw it was coco

“What we doin? havin a lil moment to yourselves” he asked lighting up a cigarette and offering the both of you one

“Yep” Angel responded, taking one and lighting it before looking somewhere in the distance once again. All three of you sat for a few minutes just looking at seemingly nothing in particular.

Maybe it won't be like this forever? At some point there has got to be a time where you can come to the club without feeling awkward because ez’s here.

You heard the clubhouse door open once more behind you and once again, you didn't turn around, but coco did

"Ay man sit" you heard him say as he snapped his fingers at space left beside him to whoever stepped out from the door. It didn't take long for whoever it was to sit down.

Much like he did with you and Angel, Coco offered the person a cigarette which they must of silently declined from the lack of verbal exchange.

There has to be a point when you and the club can all hang out together like before....there has to be a stage where you and Ez can talk like normal people without it being awkward….right?

Seemingly out of no were Coco spoke up, nodding his head towards two stacked benches on the opposite side of the yard "You think i could clear those in one attempt?"

Angel was the first to respond "Absolutely fucking not" he paused for a moment- looking where the benches were stacked "but I'd love to see you try"

"I bet $50 you fail and fall face first" someone spoke up, looking to your left you finally realized who stepped out earlier ..Ezekiel

"Bet, ill prove you wrong" coco stood, taking off his kutte and placing it on the stair rail "you two wanna place any bets?" Coco looked at you and Angel

"Nope, I'm good" you shook your head

"I bet $50 that you don't clear it" Angel responded

"You have no faith pretty boy" coco responded, shaking his head  as he started to walk over to the benches

"This is going to end in a hospital trip" you stated making both Angel and Ez laugh

All three of you watched as coco seemed to examine the height of the two benches, planning the distance he would have to run to gain enough speed to propel himself over them and how he would land the jump

"You think he's gonna snap his nose again?" Ezekiel questioned

"Definitely" both you and Angel replied

All three of you watched as coco began to run towards the benches, from your angle it looked as if he could clear it....you were wrong. 

Seconds later coco was laying face first in the dirt, one leg was on the floor while the other was stuck in a piece of wood on the bench that had broke underneath his weight

"I think i broke my nose" you heard coco exclaimed causing all three of you to laugh. The few people who were still outside drew their attention to the scene and started laughing too when they realized what happened.

"Ill go get some paper towels" you said, still laughing.

Maybe this was a sign nothing had changed between the four of you, that you could all still hang out and do stupid stuff like before

Maybe nothing has to change

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An| hope you enjoyed this fic. Honestly have no idea why or when i started writing this but 🤷🏼‍♀️ . *sorry for any spelling or grammar errors or any parts that don't make sense. only scanned it before posting it*

ALSO- i swear part two to the prank war is coming! Its just talking awhile for me to find a way to describe to things going on as well as being busy with other stuff.

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