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emdotcom · 9 months

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Man. The Herobrine really is summat else. We got:

A glitch of a ghost in the machine that causes every error in the game

The White Eyes character, stemming from a texture error, which becomes associated with the cave noise & eventually leads to the creation of the Herobrine myth

Transgender swag

The fucken. Brocraft stream that links to that ONE image & implies that either you or Herobrine are "asleep" & dreaming

The way that Herobrine myths kicked up due to the TF2 influx, after the devs made mention of the game

Every single unexplained structure in the game, all abandoned, all without a clear group that created them can & will be associated with Herobrine

The mineshafts. The ruined portals. The deep dark. It's kind of like a story, told in three arcs, if you squint right

Like something that used to live there, toiled in the soil along with the worms

Like something that got locked away, that wants to go back

Like something that needs to be kept out

Every single zombie looks like Steve. Does that say anything? Does it imply something about Herobrine, another reflection, but maybe a bit more sentient? With teeth that are a bit more sharp, with a malice that is a bit more cold?

Mojang putting the "Removed Herobrine" note in for YEARS, then one day dropping it, only to bring it back 3 years later

N*tch being scrubbed from the game's lore, so he's also (sometimes) scrubbed from Herobrine's lore, leading to alternate origins

He is the first player. He is the ghost of a fellow player. He is an architect, a miner, a builder. He is a friend to all the mobs, & an enemy to those that take all the trees & never replant the saplings. He is a curious onlooker, probably harmless. He is a deep loathing. He is a danger, a legend, just a myth, but is he?

The way that people's opinions of Herobrine have shifted through years, like a litmus test for Minecraft players as a whole

It starts with the eerie feeling of being in a room you KNOW should be empty, but feeling eyes on you, anyways & ends with a sad type of goodbye, a dreamer seeking a dreamer condemned

The way he's more quiet, more calm, less prone to the griefing & attacks he was once known for, like his fire has cooled with time

The Minecraft end poem. Maybe. Do you think Herobrine ever got to hear those words? "I love you," & "You have played the game well"?

The person with the Herobrine username, which has had the catboy Herobrine skin on for years o7

#gale chatter #minecraft #herobrine #as you can see. i am very normal about these squares #1k #2k

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froggibus · 10 months

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Jason Todd (any version) x reader (preferably female) where Jason helps reader through an anxiety attack? Or a panic attack, if that's easier for you. And with as much fluff as possible, please?

Chilling Out - Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: during a party at Wayne manor, you have a panic attack, but Jason knows just how to help you

CW: panic/anxiety attacks, tight spaces (but no claustrophobia), crying, general anxiety (O7), hurt/comfort, mentions of past trauma & triggers, soft!Jason, they get ice cream, i promise it ends very wholesome. lmk if i missed anything

i haven't wrote DC in a hot minute but this request was too cute not to write. im so soft for soft Jason!! also shoutout to my trog for helping me come up w a title bcs i am dumb today. anyways hope you enjoy <3

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Jason knows very little about your past. Or at least, the bad parts of your past. You were always hesitant to share that part of your life with anyone, and Jason was never one to pry.

Even if he didn’t recognize the trigger, he recognizes what comes next.

That vacant, scared look on your face. The rapid, shallow rise and fall of your chest. He notices the way you’re almost shaking, the way your eyes dart around the room looking for an escape.

You lose more and more air with every breath. The manor is absolutely packed with guests for Bruce’s most recent gala, and having so many people in so little space is overwhelming. You dig your nails into your palms. I have to get out.

Jason is frozen across the room from you. He’s torn—stuck between running to you and wrapping you in his arms and never letting go, or letting you be and giving you the space you need to calm down. He knows if the roles were reversed, he’d want to be left alone. He’d go and hide in a comforting space and try to regain control of his thoughts. But you’re not him.

He blinks and you’re gone, tearing away from the main foyer and escaping into the safety of the house.

You collapse in the closet of a random room. The darkness accepts you into his arms, surrounding you like a blanket. You squeeze your eyes shut and contract all of your muscles, trying to force air back into your system.

Jason doesn’t realize he’s following you until the cold air of the grand entrance hits him. You’re completely out of his sight now, having disappeared into one of the many rooms of Wayne manor. He pinches the bridge of his nose—where could you possibly be?

He starts searching the rooms on the ground floor, careful not to be too loud and accidentally startle you. After none of the rooms on the ground floor turn up anything, he starts to climb the stairs. He only makes it two steps before he hears a sob that sounds a little too familiar.

He backs up, eyes locked on the closet that Bruce keeps winter coats in. It’s tucked just out of the way of any prying eyes, at the end of a hallway near Bruce’s study. It’s quiet, enclosed and of course, dark. The perfect spot to hide in.

“Y/n?” He keeps his voice soft and even, kneeling just outside of the closet.

You sniffle in response, strained gasps echoing off the walls of the closet. How did he find you? How did he know?

He slowly pulls open the door, giving you enough time to hide your face or protest if you need to. A sliver of light from the hallway breaks through the darkness of the closet and illuminates your face. Jason’s heart breaks at the sight.

Poor thing. All teary eyed and wet cheeked, shaking like a leaf at the bottom of an old closet. He shakes his head. This won’t do.

“Hey, hey,” he says, “it’s safe here. It’s just us. Just you and I.”

You hear his words but it’s hard to register anything in your panicked state. Your breathing stays erratic, your heart beats so hard you’re scared it will burst. You can see Jason through the black spots and tears, but just barely. He looks more like a broken mirror than a person right now, but it’s Jason.

“Are you okay if I touch you?”

As soon as you nod, Jason is pulling you into his lap and shutting the closet door to return you to darkness. Strong arms hold you close to his chest and his scent surrounds you.

“Close your eyes, okay? Focus on your breathing, focus on what you feel, not what you think.”

You try to follow his instructions, managing to relax enough to shut your eyes. You can feel the warmth radiating off of him, the steady bump of his heartbeat, his hands resting above your belly button. You can smell his cologne, the familiar scent filling your nostrils and reminding you that he’s really there.

Jason keeps himself sturdy. He keeps his breathing steady and his hands still. You need stability right now, and Jason is going to be the one to give it to you. He doesn’t care if he has to hold you for an hour, or even the entire night. All he cares about is you.

Your breathing starts to steady and the burning in your chest fades. You try not to push yourself—taking slow, gentle breaths.

“Feeling better?” He asks, and suddenly you’re painfully aware that you’re sitting in his lap, in his arms, in a dark closet.

“Y-yeah,” you say, “I think so.”

He nods. “Great to hear.”

Jason awkwardly adjusts so that he can stand, opening the closet door. He reaches a hand out to you. “How about we ditch this thing? We get rid of these stuffy clothes, take a ride on my bike and get some ice cream?”

Jason almost bursts at the genuine smile that fills your face. It’s like clouds parting to let the sun rays through—a reward after seeing you break down in his arms.

“That sounds great,” you accept his hand and let him tug you to your feet. “I’ll go get changed.”

Ten minutes later and Jason is waiting at your door, having traded his suit for jeans and a t-shirt. “Ready to go?”

He takes your hand in his and leads you downstairs, out of the backdoor and to the garage where he parked his motorcycle. He helps you do up your chin strap, calloused hands gently rubbing the sensitive skin of your neck.

You mount the back of the bike, your feet barely scraping the ground. Jason puts on his own helmet and climbs in front of you. He revs the bike, “you should hold on.”

You lean forwards awkwardly and wrap your arms loosely around his waist. Jason seems satisfied with this and takes off. As soon as the bike lurches into motion, your grip tightens around him. You swear you hear him laugh.

The cool night air feels nice on your once clammy skin, the familiar smell of the city surrounding you. Jason drives carefully, or at least, more carefully than he usually does. You can tell he’s making a great effort to keep you comfortable.

You relax into him, feeling the curves of the bike as you make your way into the city. The streets of Gotham fly by, amber streetlights casting the whole street in a soft glow.

You feel almost disoriented when he brings the bike to a stop in a parking stall next to the ice cream parlor. The sudden cease of motion leaves you feeling like you’re still moving, and you have to wait a minute to get your bearings.

Jason puts down the kickstand and climbs off of the bike, hanging his shiny black helmet from the handlebars. “Here,” he offers you a hand and helps you down.

Your knees shake slightly but you find your balance. You take off the helmet and set it on the seat of the bike where you just were.

“So, what’s your go-to flavor?”

You smile. Jason has never been one for small talk, and he’s definitely never been as gentle as he’s being now. You melt at the idea of him being extra careful with you.

“It’s so hard to decide, honestly,” you admit. “I usually get the same thing every time, but sometimes I want to switch it up, you know?”

He nods, “I’m usually a mint chocolate chip or rocky road guy myself, but I like to mix it up sometimes.”

You spend almost five minutes discussing ice cream flavors with Jason. It doesn’t help that this particular place boasts over 100 flavors, and all of them sound equally delicious. Finally, you manage to decide and step up to the counter to order.

You order your ice cream, but before you can pay, Jason steps up behind you and places his order with yours. You go to protest, but the man is already tapping his card.

“Thank you,” you say sheepishly.

“Hey, if I invite you out for ice cream, don’t expect to pay.”

You get your ice cream and settle down at one of the picnic benches in the parking lot. It’s a nice, warm night, and there’s not very many people around. Usually you’d be afraid to be out this late in Gotham but having Jason around just settles your nerves.

“Thank you for tonight, Jay. It—it really means a lot to me that you helped me.”

You swear his cheeks tinge red. He looks at you seriously, “anytime. Seriously, if you ever need me, no matter what, just call me, okay? I’ll be there for you in a heartbeat.”

His words almost have you tearing up again. Seeing Jason so soft, so kind and caring—it just makes your heart flutter. He reaches across the table and squeezes your hand reassuringly.

A peaceful silence falls over the table as you finish your ice cream. Jason never takes his hand away from yours, and you’re not quite sure you want him to. If you could live like this, with him, in this moment forever, you’re sure you’d never have another panic attack again.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood #red hood fluff #jason todd fluff #Jason Todd hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #dc #batfam #arkham knight

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8-rae-rae-8 · 4 months

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Can I request a lil agere 141 with cg price (reboot preferably)? Just soft snippet of them snuggling? o7 please and thank you💖

Absolutely!!!!

668 words <3

Please enjoy anon!!!

It wasn't very often that there was a full two weeks of downtime for the 141. Chaos typically followed them, but it was a lucky chance that they were able to catch a break.

And of course that meant a lot of tiny time, for both fun and stress relief.

First it was Ghost to regress, he was the one that needed to shed off the stress as soon as possible. In the middle of the night, he had crawled into Price's bed, and cuddled up to his chest. It never took long for Price to understand and cuddle his little ghost.

Then it was Gaz, who got overly stressed by some minor paperwork and needed John to calm him down. They got comfortable on the couch in their living room esque space. Gaz took a place on Price's lap, where he then pressed his face firmly into the crook of his neck until he was able to release his steam. With him, it took a little longer than Ghost to get him to completely relax. Gaz’s mind continuously pent up small problems, while Ghost stressed over mostly larger things.

It was easier to lift the weights off Ghost sometimes than it was to soothe the raging river of Gaz’s thoughts.

Finally, Soap, who regressed by the force of an oncoming anxiety attack. He found himself wandering into Price's office, with more clumsiness than usual. In just a few seconds, he had a lap full of a little Soap who needed some help to breathe. It ended with Soap falling asleep in his lap, like it usually did with him.

Price never brushed them away, or ignored the team's stress. In one way or another, it got to John. Just a little. And it seemed any time he was in his own head, his boys helped him too.

The four of them would often squeeze themselves into Price's bed. It was the biggest, of course. Arms and legs tangled together, but they always found the same spots. Soap on Price's left side with a small toy in hand, Gaz on his right, while Ghost laid between his legs with his head on John's abdomen. A pacifier between the Ghostie’s lips, as his eyes just barely remained open.

A show played, one that had Soap and Gaz nightly entertained. Something about a blue dog and her family was what Ghost caught from it.

Price glanced at each of the boys, seeing them so comfortable and relaxed made his heart squeeze in the best possible way.

Unsurprisingly, Ghost was the one who fell asleep. A heavy hand threading through his hair only added to the comfort. He curled up with his head in the same spot, but just enough to be fully under the covers with just his head peeking out.

Soap occasionally babbled something Price couldn't understand, while Gaz giggled at him or at absolute nonsense. Sometimes they were the same thing.

Soft pop sounds came from Soap's toy, a butterfly shaped pop-it, his name written on the side of the toy. Just like a parent, Price worried that it would get lost. So it should have his name on it. Soap was the only one that got that treatment, both Gaz and Ghost cleaned up after themselves. Though Ghost's cleanliness was more from a traumatized standpoint than liking things clean. Both were usually true.

John pressed soft kisses to the top of Gaz’s and Soap’s head. A hand just gently ruffling over Ghost's hair. He couldn't exactly move down to kiss him on the head either. Waking up Ghost wouldn't be a fun thing whatsoever, he got fussy and there were tears that got shed sometimes.

“I love you, boys… you know that, hm?” John muttered softly to the little ones practically attached to his sides.

“Love you..” Gaz babbled in return, while Soap just giggled and hugged Price. It was so simple yet so sweet.

If it was a perfect world, it would always be like this.

#this may get uploaded to ao3 #who knows #call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #cod #john soap mactavish #cod mwii #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #cod john price #john price #cod Agere #cod age regression

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minervamagicka · 9 months

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I just wanted to note something publicly since someone privately (but kindly!) alerted me to some folks kicking up a stink over my SSO to TS4 conversions offplatform, and whether they violate the original game's TOS.

The fact of the matter is that they honestly, very likely do violate the TOS — Just as any sort of model conversion/porting/modding violates the TOS of most games. The same way writing fanfiction or making your own merchandise for licensed IPs also violates the TOS/copyright of those works; you don't own the content you're working with in those regards. The same way you actually don't even own the games you buy, according to most standard EULAs — You're effectively renting them.

The fact of the matter is that game modding as a whole, not just TS4 CC, is a gigantic legal grey area. Some companies pay attention more than others and some tolerate it more than others. We operate within that grey area with the knowledge that, at any time, we could get kicked down by the companies who own these spaces.

So yeah, I'm not particularly fussed if I break X terms of use, Y EULA or Z copyright, seeing as I'm already doing so just by participating in the act of modding. I don't profit, sell, or wholesale redistribute these assets either; not that, again, it's particularly hard to get your hands on them. Just googling "SSO 3d model download" gives you enough results to give a lawyer a heart attack.

However if you (whomever it may concern) do feel strongly enough about it to be against this kind of content being made and offered, then I kindly encourage you to just not engage. You won't get a medal for defending a gigantic company either to me or other players, to be frank.

o7 that's all, more CC to come!

#unrelated #but kind of related #🤷

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scarletsaphire · 5 months

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26 gray ghost AT YOUR SERVICE o7

you're the best thank you

26 - Kisses while giggling

Send me a number and a ship and I'll write a snippet!

Valerie climbed up on top of the dumpster, grabbing hold of the ledge of the roof, and pulled herself up. It was easier than it had been a few months before, but practice would do that to you. She made her way to the center of the roof until she arrived at the only clean spot. Danny was already sitting there, waiting for her, his soft glow only visible from up here.

She took the seat next to him and pulled the bag out of her backpack, setting it in front of him. "I believe that will cover it," she said.

Danny opened the bag, scanning through the contents. As if she didn't know his order by heart. "Everything is accounted for," he said. He grabbed a couple of french fries and tossed them into his mouth. "You're good to go whenever you need," he said, his mouth still full.

"I'm going to wait for you to finish at least," Valerie replied. "It's only fair."

"You don't have to," he said. "Our deal is complete. No need to waste any more of your time hanging around this dump."

Valerie laughed. Dump was a nice way of describing the Nasty Burger, in her opinion, but she did work there, so it probably wasn't a fair comparison. "You're the one who keeps getting food here."

"Maybe its because I want to keep seeing you around."

Valerie rolled her eyes. "We can meet wherever you want to meet. You have my number."

"Yeah," Danny said with a dopey smile. "I do."

"You could stand to use it more," Valerie remarked. "You sent me what, three texts in as many days?"

"It's not my fault I was stuck in the ghost zone the whole time! Be glad I got you that many."

"Yeah, yeah, but you're the one who got arrested."

Danny angrily took another bite of fries. "Walker's rules are bullshit and we both know it."

"I'm not saying their not," Valerie said. "I'm saying you shouldn't have gotten caught."

"I said I was sorry!" Danny complained.

"And I said that I forgive you!" Valerie said with a laugh. "And I do." She leaned over and kissed him, scrunching up her nose at the fry grease on his lips. She wiped it away quickly.

"I don't know, that didn't look like you forgave me," Danny said, setting the bag down to the side.

Valerie narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you mean?"

"You wiped away the kiss!" Danny protested. "Obviously that means I'm not forgiven."

"No, you just taste like french fries," Valerie argued. Danny didn't listen to her. He rolled over on top of her, pinning her down, and started to try and kiss her face. Lucky, Valerie had managed to keep her hands unpinned to fend him off.

"Acshept my love," he said through her fingers.

"No!" she protested, laughing the whole time. "My hands are already covered in grease from working with the stuff, I don't need it on my face too."

She knew that was a bad thing to say before she even finished saying it. Danny licked her hand before she could pull it away. "Doesn't take like fries to me," he said with a grin. "Still tastes good though."

"You are the worst," Valerie said, wiping his spit on her suit.

"Maybe," Danny agreed. "But I do win."

Valerie couldn't bring her hand up fast enough to block his next kiss attack, and when he got one in, he got more, planting them all over her cheeks, her lips, her nose, and her forehead. Even when she turned her head to try and escape, he started kissing her ear, her jaw, and her neck instead. He only stopped once she managed to push her arms back between them, a much harder feat with them both giggling as much as they were.

When she finally did manage to push him off of her, her first move was to, once again, try and get the grease off of her face. The good news was it had mostly come off during the first couple kisses, so she only needed to focus on wiping off her nose and one cheek. "Weren't you supposed to be patrolling? That was the whole point of the bribe."

Danny nodded. "Yeah, but the blob ghost round up can wait a couple more minutes. You're more important."

Valerie didn't have anything to throw at him, otherwise she would've. "Go get to work," she said with a laugh.

Danny gave a lazy salute. "Whatever you say babe." He disappeared, the fast food bag disappearing with him.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #ask game #gray ghost #i started the scene fully intending to fill the brief #but they didnt want to be serious they just wanted to have silly good time.#so this is what it is instead.

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tallsc · 4 months

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AvM Ep 33 Commentary

Gonna do a little bit of commentary and whatever important points I notice while watching through the episode, all below the cut so AVM EP 33 SPOILERS BELOW.

I actually love getting to see what more blocks do, not just the command block + lucky block cause a lot of these seem to have different effects and that's awesome. The chaos of this episode is absolutely gonna be Red's fault isn't it though, I see you sneaking off there.

Guys. Guys Yellow canonically sleeps. At some point they have managed to sleep. This is a miracle.

Red just flung the command block away to some random place is this gonna be important later? Also the creeper bee keeps showing up so that feels also important probably

Red just broke a universe oh n o and kidnapped the sentient-looking lucky orb thing

Wait they changed the layout of their house??? Why does Red sleep in the same room as Green???? Does Blue not sleep on the floor anymore??????? NOOO BLUE DOESN'T SLEEP ON THE FLOOR NOOOOOO

Also 1 I love how the orb block creature is animated and 2 they look kinda scared from my perspective, which makes sense if so cause they just got dragged to a new universe and there's this stick thing (which looks a lot like the kind of creature that kidnapped them last time) trying to get them again.

Orange is fighting much more defensively than usual, first three moves I see from them is to block an attack on Green, catch Red (justice for Arcade Games) and take out another shield.

Everyone's gotten very good at this though, I love seeing them employ their skills cause they've all gotten a lot stronger as time goes on. Blue with the potion, Yellow with even just the normal command block, ect

Oh no they've all been eaten IS THE BEE OKAY THO WAIT NO THE BEE'S BEEN TAKEN NOOO the bee's kinda okay though

Oh and you've taught the shiny chaos orb who doesn't seem to like you guys at all how to make block staffs that surely can only go well, I love the effect on the lucky block environment though it's so cool.

Red. Red did you learn that from Green. Using a pick to break lines of blocks coming at you so you can get closer to an enemy. Green used that on you Red. That feels very familiar.

Green that doesn't seem the most useful block to GREEN YOU JUST KILLED PEOPLE WITH MUSIC. THAT'S TERRIFYING. CAN YOU JUST SING SOMEONE TO DEATH???? LIKE WOULD THAT WORK UNDER YOUR OWN POWER IF YOU WERE GOOD ENOUGH AT IT??????

Blue the most acrobatic just pogo-ing their way to victory, also the slightly 3d shot of Red's sword in a standstill is interesting.

Please creeper bee don't explode by the end of this you're so sweet you make the ghast happy you make Red happy you make me happy you make everyone happy oh there you go into the hive

Red silly also Red's got two now, hoping they don't get to bring these home cause these seem overpowered if everyone's got them all the time

HA RED AIN'T POSSESSED BY HEROBRINE THIS TIME HEROBRINE'S CONTROLLED BY RED

Idk I'm probably gonna have to watch this fight a couple times I'm just enjoying the show rn, a lot of different fighting styles coming into play, a lot of interesting stuff you can put in the staff, a boat fighting people, tis fun.

How nice they put all the blocks back and surely the shiny chaos orb won't do anything wrong and is definitely not going to kill everyone with their newfound power

Just love the fighting styles used in this, Yellow and Red teaming up, Red helping Orange out, Green thinking with portals and grappling hook adjacent, Blue doing acrobatic flying, Red and Orange are embracing the powers of Herobrine and the Warden respectively, it's all great

Bedrock cages are kinda rude though smh SOMEONE GET THE BEE THE BEE SHALL SAVE US ALLLLLL MAYBE THE CHAOS ORB LIKES THE CHAOS HYBRID BEE

Wait they actually did get the bee I wrote that before Red did anything NOOOO THE BEE NOOOOOOOO THE BEE'S NOBLE SACRIFICE o7 you were my new favorite character gone but not forgotten

Yellow just looked so annoyed while waiting for their bedrock to break

THEY MADE A MEMORIAL TOO THANK YOU o7 bee I must draw fanart of them soon

On one hand f a i r but on the other you never got after Blue or Yellow that much for causing trouble, give Red a break they did save you all at least

Anyway ye there's my thoughts on the initial episode and most things I noticed off the bat, now time to see what other people think

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #reaction #avm ep 33 spoilers

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 2 years

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GUESS WHAT WE GOT ANOTHER REPOSTER.

You know, i came onto tumblr really excited to share this dumb doodle comic i did, now i just feel gross. Because this was reposted on an app i do not have an account for and I cannot contact them via there, I’m posting this here, so sorry to y’alls who just trying to have a good time, some people just have trouble being half-decent ig

I was not contacted by this person or asked in any way shape or form to use my art on their account. They do not credit or mention me (not that that would make this any better) and I do NOT want my stuff on tiktok.

To this person, this is your one and only warning:

Take. My. Art. Down. Now.

You have reposted my art, my mutuals art, my friends art and even my siblings art. What you are doing is harmful to me and to my friends. This is disgusting and disheartening ESPECIALLY seeing my art used in such a way that makes me EXTREMELY uncomfortable and I am sick and tired of seeing this.

Think I’m being harsh? my art has been stolen and reposted and used without my permissions dozens of times and I am getting sick and tired of it. I want to be patient and kind but that’s kind of difficult when i see others not only harming me but also my friends livelihoods and incomes by stealing their art like this. And it is disgusting to see you use a minor’s art the way you did. To you it’s nothing more than a few minutes of posting and a couple of likes. To the artist you take it form it means the difference between a meal and going to bed hungry.

To anyone else who has reposted art in the past or are considering doing so now, DO NOT. It is harmful and cruel and while you’re laughing about the edits you use my art in, I, the creator, and sitting here sick to my stomach and considering never posting again because of your behaviour. I’ve got to wonder if you care about the people you consume content for at all? because from where I’m sitting you look selfish, inconsiderate and cruel.

If you want to support an artist, REBLOG THEIR STUFF. SHARE LINKS. TELL PEOPLE ABOUT THIS COOL COMIC AND LINK THEM BACK TO THE SOURCE. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES REPOST WITHOUT AN ARTISTS PERMISSION OR KNOWLEDGE. Ask if you’re wondering if you can use art in a tribute or edit. Credit them if they say yes. If they say no, be respectful of the creator you like and find something else to use or better yet, make your own.

to all my good followers, I love you guys, and thanks for having my back. I really appreciate your support and kindness as I create and deal with this kind of stuff.

I’m not sure what i’m going to do about this aside from this post, and i really don’t want to make an account for this, hopefully if the reposter has any decency they’ll take down all the stolen art and stop doing this and i won't have to.

For the time being, I’m not feeling real great, aside from being angry about this, I feel sick, so I won’t be sharing that comic I was going to post. I’m really sorry anyone who wanted to see my stuff is suffering from the actions of this person. Maybe I’ll feel better in a couple weeks or so, but for the time being I’m gonna continue being mostly offline.

~knox

Edit (July 3 2022): as of today the reposter has taken my art down and a lot of the other reposted work down and posted an apology to me and one other artist they reposted from (they reposted the work of at least six other artists) due to some other issues that I will not be specifying I have blocked them. Again, please don't harass this person if you recognize them. Or any reposters or people who demonstrate bad behavior. Letting people know reposting is harmful is one thing, but attacking them and rentelessly chasing them off their socials is another. Thanks guys hope you're all having a stellar day o7

#knox rambles #reposter #art theft #sorry for the long post y'alls #i'm not real thrilled rn #long post #blocked out the name cause i don't want them getting harassed but dear gods #i have common decency reposter #do you?#if ur following me either get of my blog or respect me as i creator i will not tolerate your presence otherwise.#I'M REALLY TIRED OF THIS

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meltamorphosis · 8 months

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mahiru's forgiveness of kotoko and why it isn't inherently selfless

"im not a milgram analysis blog!" i say. "i'll just post one of the thoughts thats been plaguing my brain and then that's it, no more!"

anyway, mahiru forgives kotoko because she relates to her in some way . Let me explain

i think the way mahiru views kotoko is actually fascinating, and it's kind of unfortunate to see her reasons for forgiving her glossed over so often?

(tl link)

in both instances, when mahiru talks about kotoko, she specifically states that it's because kotoko's "fighting for her own cause" and that "it was for something non-negotiable" .

mahiru is an idealist, and she likes people who works hard. in her eyes, wouldn't someone like kotoko, who is working hard to fight for her own ideals, be admirable?

in the first screenshot, mahiru also says that she forgives kotoko, because she also doesn't want to believe that she herself is wrong. if she says that kotoko is wrong for following her ideals, then what does that make mahiru? aren't they both wholeheartedly committed to their ideals? she doesn't want to believe she's wrong, so if she isn't wrong, then kotoko isn't wrong either, and vice versa. it's not inherently selfless - at the end of the day, mahiru is Desperate to have her worldview validated. it's something that's non-negotiable to her, after all.

it's just .. so fascinating to see that mahiru relates to kotoko in some way, even though their crimes and ideals and personalities and Everything are so different. she doesn't want to be robbed of her love, her reason for living, so why should she rob kotoko of her justice? she doesn't want to be shamed for her worldview, so why should she shame kotoko's?

it always makes me wonder, if mahiru had been forgiven in trial 1, what would she have said in response to kotoko's attacks instead? would she, not actively starving for affirmation of her ideals, see them as wrong? or would she retain the view she has currently and be like muu is now, shrugging it off and saying "well, it couldn't be helped"? genuinely fascinating stuff!

still dont follow me for milgram analysis tho . I still am not a milgram blog and i still post 48 niki shiinas per day. Never ask me for anything ever again o7

#melty rambles #milgramposting #milgram #milgram meta #mahiru shiina #kotoko yuzuriha #finally . all thoughts out of my brain . I can get her out of my head forever now

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Wait omg Mossfrog is such a cute name I just noticed it bc of the other ask

I have an oc (Mistletoekit's sister actually!) named Hollycroak!! She uses frog pronouns (she/frog) and wanted to be named Hollyfrog when she was a kitten :] if it werent for Holly being in her Otterslip arc rn (she hasnt killed anyone but like shes probably getting there--), i would say they would probably be friends NDJSF

Love animal suffixes, underrated and need to be used more

Speaking of animal names, sad to see peepaw Ponyboy go, he did absolutely fuckin nothing but goddamnit he was a real one!! Love the background-esque characters, they're just little guys, ya know? There was another character I liked that was a background dude, a loner I think? Silly or sumn adjacent? How are they doing? (I'll have to go look for the name to confirm that I am not gaslighting myself with this HDJSF)

Anyways, legally obligated to draw Mossfrog now, expect to have art frisbee'd at you in the coming days

YEAH HOLLYCROAK IS SUCH A CUTE NAME,,, i think they could be friends. as a treat

i do regret to inform you that Sillymoon is dead </3 he got killed in the rogue attack way in moon 97-ish. he's in the club of Cats That Joined, Did Nothing, and Died. o7

#fallenasks #bundlesofcrows #looking at you with my huge eyes. mossfrog art?

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xxplaugexx · 1 year

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John Price Headcannons

a/n; before we begin, your honor I love him. He's sorta above Ghost and König for me atm so anyway

pairings; Cap. John Price x AfroLatina! Reader

warnings; a bit of profanity used. it's also assumed that reader is at least 5 years younger than the captain o7

John is the greatest man in the world, you will forever feel loved!

Anything you want you got

He likes PDA (not too much) He wants to make sure people know your his

He loves cuddles and cheesy movies with microwave popcorn and a bottle of wine (crying just thinking about it fr)

BEARD SCRATCHES

He loves it when you cook for him (might have a bit of a housewife kink) but he'll never force it on you

When you go back to Latin America you bring him cigars and he saves them for good days cause they're the best

You always joke about hating his hats but y'all both know you love them

If you've already met Gaz, simply expect this every time you see him; "Mum!! The Price family is finally back together."

"Shut up Gaz"

When he first met your mom, he passed the test without instruction: "You wan't more rice?"

"Oh, yes please." (You also refused to let him eat anything for that whole day so it was genuine)

If you're a civilian, he usually wears his wedding band on a chain and puts it back on when he gets home. If you're both on the force, you have matching chains.

Speaking of being home. Silent cuddles and kisses. Moments together all the time because he knows his time may be limited.

If you're WAY younger than him, like Gaz age, you're totally immersed in social media: "I really wish British people existed."

"My love...."

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" "Pardon?"

And don't get me started on the world cup (cause no one likes the British)

"IT'S CALLED SOCCER BITCH" "Sure"

"Put beans on that toast and I'm burning all those ugly ass hats." "I love you more"

“Sorry about the queen.” “You don’t mean that.” “I don’t.”

Mocking his accent

After Ghost team, you stole his mask. You snuck up on him once and he almost had a heart attack. "Fucking hell, love!"

All in all, he loves you more than himself and would probably give his life for you.

Thanks for reading <3

I'll probably do more cause love him

König headcannons next

#john price fic #john price #captain john price #cod x reader #cod mw22 #cod modern warfare #john price x reader #headcanon #cod #cod mw #jonathan price #he's so fine it makes me sick #goddess

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[hardly understands a thing about volleyball] lay it on me boss o7

SCREAMS HI SANA. you didnt give specific characters so now imgonna go insane about uh. uh uhhhhhhh HIIAI.

hiiro would do the "on your left ^^" thing with aira whiel running laps around the gym. also has aira receive the balls that hiiro serves so they can both practice. i also think aira would make hiiro set for him so aira can get better at attacking. both of them don't really play in matches because 1) aira isnt. that good. even after how many years he's played the sport. and 2) hiiro is only substituted in for his jump serves which are rly powerful. neither of them really play in matches together but its okay hiiro tries to cheer up aira when he gets all sad that they can't play in this match (this happens almost every single game) also just. theyve taken a break- water bottles in hand, aira walks over to a tired hiiro and sits next to him, gives him the water bottle and leans on hiiro. pleas e e

ah yes. but before all of this we have the jealousy phase..!

aira would know a lot about different strategies and plays and hes probably played volleyball for years- meanwhile hiiro who just joined the team this year, is already doing so much better than him AND he has a jersey number way higher than his?!??! aira's jealousy levels are THROUGH THE ROOF and okay yeah hiiro keeps insisting that aira is his friend but aira's not buying it! what more could he want from someone who is clearly worse than him at volleyball? eventually they both warm up to each other but you can still hear their banter across the gym sometimes!

#rambles #ask #sanaimissyou #enstars #enstars x hq au #hiiro amagi #aira shiratori #hiiai #ok fine ill main tag it. this is sooo rambly fhhjfgjh

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Personally i think badboyhalo is an alpha, idk why so many ppl think he's an omega like ?????? no he isnt ???????

- A

Okay first of all, bold choice coming to this blog specifically. Normally I don't engage with asks that are clearly omegaphobic bait, but I think this is a good example for all of my followers of what to look out for in the fandom.

"So many people think he's an omega" is a weird way to say "bbh consistently rps in a traditionally omegan way so people are naturally more inclined to hc him as one". Notice the over generalization: it's not directly phrased as an attack but it's certainly meant to be felt as one.

Also notice the use of "personally": I believe this was meant to give anon a preemptive defense against the pushback they must have known they would face. This was they can say "Oh but I was just giving my opinion!"

Stay safe out there everypony o7

#A anon #Asks answered #qsmp omegaverse #Unreality

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(remembers how socialization on tumblr is a dying breed especially asks) (comes out of the gate swinging with this ask. is it out of pocket. i can’t tell?) DUDE I DIDN’T REALIZE WE SHARE SO MANY SPECIAL INTERESTS/FIXATIONS bdsm is also a special interest of mine it’s very special to me!! also tell me more about vincent van gogh (jirachi) (if you want) (you do not have to)

HELLO KIZ MY OLD FRIEND KIZ HI :D :D :D

I DO i love bdsm SO much and it's so fascinating???? i'm always down to talk about it??? the history of it and the fact that there are still so many anti-bdsm laws in place and how it intersects with queer history and and and fhsjfjskfjsjd i love. bdsm. i love bdsm SO MUCH.

and OKAY SO i got vinnie in floaroma town from an old guy and was originally planning on trading it for a mew because i was a FOOL and didn't see how WONDERFUL it was and then i kept it in my team because i was gonna swap it with ren after? shenanigans ????? i was gonna pay cash money to nintendo for lets go pikachu on ren's switch so THEY could trade me mew

and THEN i got like backed into a corner and had to use vincent and like. you know how the friendship mechanic means they'll actually dodge attacks and stuff if they love you? yeah it did that like fucking. a ridiculous amount of times in a row and kept crit-ing to impress me

and so within a single fight, vincent won me over forever and ever and ever and i have been so absolutely fucking obsessed that i DYED TEAL STREAKS INTO MY HAIR ever since. lov my little wishing star soooooooo much 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

our friend gave me his old plush and i got myself a lil sleeping jirachi desk buddy and i have a jirachi shaker charm on the way and they are ALL named vincent. here's plush vincent; i'm gonna crochet a little baby harness so i can carry it around with me all the time, hehe

And this is my desk buddy!

i will reblog this and share both the shaker and the shop i got it from when it gets here in like, a month o7 i special ordered it and the person who's making it is SO nice and deserves way more traffic than she's getting. it's styled like a tamagotchi???? and vincent will just be in there. getting shaken. like he shook me. i love it i love it i love it so much i am frothing at the fucking mouth i love this fucking pokemon so much fudjfhsifgshfhsjfhsjdhhdjdhfjejfhf

my fucking cinnamon apple aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

#talkbox #hyperfixation station #vincent tag #hi i love him a normal amount. clearly.#he temporarily sidelined me shiny hunting which was. um. kind of insane actually #i kinda wanna ribbon master him but i don't really know how viable that even IS now..........#anyway pls feel free to hit me up on discord literally whenever you want to. my door is ALWAYS open for you ilysm <3 #catch me playing hard and fast with vinnie's pronouns btw

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constellationcore · 11 months

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Some thoughts about Ruth in these trying times -> I have homework due and am procrastinating

spoilers (not really) for informant ch 2! you might appreciate this more if you read it (link in pinned) but it’s not like a requirement or anything

I think what I like most about Ruth and the way I characterize her in informant is that she’s obviously very tough and emotionally hardened. She calls other officers pussies for being too afraid in Vol 333, then goes in herself guns blazing even though it is objectively a dangerous choice.

The thing about her in this chapter of her life is that after her brush with death and her extended hospital stay, she wants nothing more than to be emotionally available to raise her daughter and have strong relationships with other people. When you’re the perfect mold for a police officer: bold, strong, emotionally locked up, it becomes hard to open yourself up to vulnerabilities. In that respect, I think that’s why it was such an easy mental link to see Ruth as a struggling parental figure to Jonah: she has to be able to put aside her profession, which oftentimes glorifies the emotionally dampened, “strong arm of the law” mentality, to be able to relate to others on a deeper level.

But why hasn’t Ruth tried to be a more protective friend figure with Thatcher, her closest adult friend? I asked myself. In earnest, it’s probably because Thatcher really wants to be more like Ruth. They feel they have opposite problems, where Ruth is too much of a police officer to relate to others, Thatcher feels he is too emotionally invested to be a truly good officer and, by extension, friend. Since the Heathcliff case, he’s been more emotionally tied to his work, and Ruth has been able to skate by with a level of professional detachment he can’t match. So instead of opening up about his legitimate feelings of depression and anxiety, he bottles it up to seem more like Ruth, whom he views as a more effective officer.

Jonah doesn’t have any of these preconceptions, and has no obligation like Thatcher does to be emotionally reserved. That’s why in the hospital in ch 2 she reacts the way she does, aside from her own experience in recovery she hasn’t truly seen someone show that level of emotional vulnerability. It’s kind of scary to watch someone go through a panic attack, or be hospitalized for a psychiatric condition, and having to see grains of your own internalized fear probably is scary, which I really wanted to show for her. If she wants to be a better mom to her daughter, she’ll need to be able to handle these situations with emotional maturity, and that’s a learned skill.

Anyway, that’s my “Ruth is a great character gone too soon o7” post of the day hehe. I hope I’m striking a better balance of her different traits in the newer chapters !! Looking back I kind of missed out on the chance to do that in the first version of informant

#constellationcore writes #tmc informant au #mandela catalogue #ruth weaver #jonah marshall #thatcher davis

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