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foxgloveprincess · 2 years

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Seem Like Someone Else

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x GN!Shapeshifter Reader [First Person Narrator]

Word Count: 3,060

Summary: Pain has been the only thing you’ve felt for so long. Until Bucky and Natasha teach you to feel something different.

Warnings: Emotionally Constipated Reader, Plus-Size Reader, Body Horror (shapeshifting that backfires—disfigurement, no blood, inability to talk, pain), Undefined/Poorly Defined Relationship, Mentions of Abusive/Traumatic Past, Inconsiderate Behavior, Pet Names (sweetheart). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: This just sorta started spilling out of me one day while I was eating breakfast. Based on quite a few uQuizzes I’ve taken which have told me I change myself for other people. It’s an experiment in a way. And I don’t really know how to define it. All I know is that I want to share it with all of you. Bucky edit in the banner by nixakimbo (on Instagram). The picture in the banner is not indicative of the reader’s skin color (there is no description of appearance in the fic, except to allude to plus size).

I love feedback, so go ahead and reblog/comment if you want. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work, at all. I cross-post to my own AO3 account.

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This is not Beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age or if you are uncomfortable with the pairing themes/dynamics/warnings, thank you!

I go through about 25 transformations a day. Comes with the territory of being a shapeshifter. But it’s bled into my personality, too. Changing the smallest aspects of myself in everyday interactions, hoping to smooth the conversations into something palatable for whoever I’m talking to.

Sometimes I wonder if the face I return to at the end of the day is really even my face at all—if the person I am is truly myself.

It’s stopped being a strain—practically organic at this point. Just like the shifting of bones, cartilage, and flesh to form me into a different look. Easy as breathing.

The transformations used to hurt. I remember that. When it started in middle school, I would scream out in my room at night when my flesh turned against me and morphed me into some other person. Lady B always cradled me to her chest and hummed a solemn tune until I calmed and made the painful transition back to myself.

Now I change like water flowing from the pitcher to the glass. Know the exact angles. Contorting myself until the change mutes to a small pop. No longer a cacophony of crackles and popping joints. I’ve perfected the art form, transforming in a singular moment from one person to the next.

For most people, it’s a party trick. Entertainment. For my job, it’s a clever evolution of espionage. It’s helped me go far, climbing my way into the Avengers organization and solidifying my skills as indispensable. A way I can support and protect myself. Not everyone accepts a freak in their neighborhoods.

“Make me into a woman,” Tony requests, lounging back on his sofa with a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand.

Like I said, entertainment.

My body bends and twists—rather, the body I’m wearing—until I picture it clearly in my head. Tony Stark, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, woman. A deep breath fills my lungs and—Pop!

It takes a moment to orient myself before my audience. Party goers still milling about the Tower, lingering until the very last moment. I breathe once, ensuring the use of lungs in my body and the beat of my heart—learning from experience to never underestimate the importance of internal organs.

But there I am, Tony Stark’s spitting image in female form.

I wait for the next request as comments circle about the voyeurs. Words of intrigue and disbelief whispered from ear to ear. I can’t let them know I’m tired. Most missions do not exhaust me as much as this. Face after face for people to peer at and dissect. I touch my nose, drawing back my hand to check for blood—none yet, a good sign.

“That’s enough,” a voice calls out. “Leave them alone.”

Turning over my shoulder, Bucky glares at the group surrounding me. Perched on the sofa with Natasha at his side, they make the most threatening couple in the room. Lovely, by all means, but deadly—like twining sprigs of belladonna.

“Come here,” Natasha beckons from her place under her partner’s arm. She gestures to an empty seat beside them.

Unable to resist the call, I follow and sit. My favorite drink sits upon a coaster, ready and waiting. Though I refuse to let surprise color my expression.

The group disperses, off to look for the next spectacle. I sigh in relief and let my body sink into the cushions, cells buzzing from exertion.

“You were at your limit,” Bucky comments, a hint of disappointment in his tone, “you should have told them to fuck off.”

“I know my limit,” I reply, releasing the tension keeping me in Tony’s face. No longer intent on performance, I let my body shift in gradual motions. My bones clicking back into place, figure softening and rounding, until I sit before them as myself.

“You’re not here for their amusement,” Bucky insists, fists clenching together as he leans toward me. “Why do you let them do that to you?”

“Why not?” I answer, tilting my head to the side. “They like it.”

“But do you?” Natasha gazes at me with her piercing green eyes.

And I cannot meet them. Because I know the answer, so does she. It doesn’t need to be said, but to meet her gaze would be to admit it.

“You don’t need to—”

“I know,” I interrupt, face scrunching at the force of my statement.

They say no more on the subject, keeping me company throughout the rest of the evening. Their presence surrounding me in a protective barrier that no one dare penetrate. Even when curious gazes drift in my direction, the assassins at my side dissuade them of any notions to approach.

“Thank you,” I relent when the party comes to its full close, the remaining attendees escorted out of the building. “It was nice to be myself for most of the night, as disappointing as it may be.”

“Who said you were disappointing?” Natasha asks, her fingers tipping my chin down to see her curious expression.

My shoulders shrug and I step away from her touch. “Thanks again, anyway.” A hasty retreat proves wise as final rounds of farewell take place, whispers following after me toward the elevator.

“You know,” Natasha says a few weeks later, approaching me at the table while I eat my lunch, “it’s in our blood.”

At the cryptic comment, I raise a brow, pausing with my sandwich halfway to my lips.

“They forced it into us so hard that we can hardly tell how long it’s been there, melding with us, shaping us.” She sits across from me, arms folded on the wooden tabletop and leaning closer to me. “That involuntary notion to always fit. To break yourself a thousand different ways until you can be whoever they want you to be.”

I swallow and push away my plate, no longer feeling the pang of hunger when my stomach turns. “Why are you saying this?” My mouth dries, bile climbing up my throat.

“Because I see you,” she replies, simple as that. As if there can’t be any other explanation in the world. Her hand reaches out to my arm, squeezing the flesh in a comforting grip. “I know what it’s like.”

My eyes meet hers, emotion swelling deep within me and threatening tears. I grit my teeth, fighting against them to say, “What difference does that make?”

“Maybe not a big one. We’re spies, it’s what we do,” she says with a shrug, hand still resting on my arm. “But it doesn’t mean it’s who we have to be.” She pats my arm, standing from the seat. She steps closer, standing over me until I look up. “Or that we have to be alone.”

She walks off and I watch her leave. Each step she takes flaming the desire to rush after her and feel whatever it was that she inspired within me. That swelling rush of clarity that struck me at her concern. Something that felt strikingly like peace.

Bucky doesn’t approach me as directly. He doesn’t say as much either. He simply finds me after a mission one day and hands me a bottle of my favorite juice. No comments or inquiries about how the mission went. Scaring off anyone who even thinks to approach.

He stays nearby—not hovering, but close and quiet, like a shadow.

He sits beside me while I write up my report. Trying to recall every detail of the mission. Every face I had to don and how many files I was able to copy and scrub. And he doesn’t leave until I drift asleep on my couch, watching my favorite movie and wrapped in a warm blanket.

The next morning, I wake to him preparing me breakfast in my kitchen. Surprise doesn’t cover the jolt that spikes through my blood, body changing on instinct for an attack.

“Hey,” he says, turning with his hands held up in placation, “you’re alright. I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Then why are you here?” I ask, incredulous at his presence. Surely Natasha would need him more. Or at least expect him so early in the morning.

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

My mouth gapes open, his reasons incomprehensible. Am I some sort of pet project to them? Another amusement to occupy their time? A new way to treat the freak, to toy with me until I’m left shattered by their true intentions.

“You need to leave,” I utter, not understanding the words I say until they’re already hanging in the air between us. “Now.”

Bucky’s brow pinches in concern. He walks forward, skirting around my table and reaches out. I step back.

“I don’t want to leave you alone,” he confesses, fidgeting with his metal arm and pulling his sleeve over the vibranium.

“I’m always alone,” I reply with a shrug. “Don’t worry about it.”

He doesn’t move a muscle, staring at me.

Shoulders tense, that nigh impossible to sense strain on my cells plucks in discomfort. Still wearing someone else’s face, then. Casting a glance to the mirror across the room, I swallow hard. Never worn a team member’s face before—especially not one like Natasha’s. Entranced by her features, I can’t bear to look away for a moment, wondering what it’s like to live in this skin. Everyday, a masterpiece. Fingers touch her cheek, feeling the softness and bone structure beneath.

“Friday?” Bucky calls out, the A.I. replying immediately. “Could you get Natasha in here, please?”

“No,” I cough in alarm, mind unfocused and flickering with images of people. Only one misplaced thought and—Pop!

It takes a moment to realize that the voice screaming in agony is my own. Body an indiscernible monstrosity of misshapen limbs and skin. I choke on air, ill-formed inside as I am out.

“Shit, sweetheart,” Bucky curses, hands hovering over this body I’ve created. “You gotta calm down, shift back.”

A gurgle is the only reply this throat can make, pain lancing through each cell of my being. Yet tears still form in my eyes, dripping down contorted cheeks, hands unable to wipe them away. So much pain, it blinds and burns. Legs unable to collapse from the intensity of it all, the bones fused at awkward angles and supporting me with nothing more than the inability to bend.

“What happened?” Natasha exclaims, rushing into the room in a panic.

Bucky explains, hands raking through his long hair, pulling at the strands, fear rolling off him in waves. “What do we do?” he asks, looking between the two of us.

Natasha says my name softly, approaching on cautious feet. “Can you shift back?”

An almost imperceptible shake moves my head back and forth, unsure I can focus on anything with this pain consuming every thought.

Her eyes dart around the room, getting closer and closer. Inhaling deeply, she begins to hum a song. Familiar and melancholy. Her arms wrap around me—as best they can with the disfigurement of my body. Her hands stroke over my twisted spine, a tilt of her head beckoning Bucky to join us.

His warmth ensconces me from behind, surrounding me. My eyes close, fighting back against the onslaught of pain and concentrating. The tension releases slowly, organs shifting and reforming properly before my bones crack and I collapse for the rest of the transformation.

A gasp punches from my chest, body flooded with endorphins.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asks, kneeling beside me and wiping the sweat from my brow.

I nod, delirious.

Natasha settles beside her partner, resting a hand on his shoulder. They both look to each other, concern flashing in their eyes. They begin to rise, a slow trepidatious movement.

“Stay,” I whimper, reaching blindly to clutch at their legs, “Please.”

“Of course,” Bucky soothes, the tension in the air easing. He bends low and with the gentlest touch he can manage, lifts me from the floor. “We’re not leaving you.”

It happens on the next mission. My arm taking a life of its own. Refusing to turn back to my true form once the quinjet takes off from its landing pad. I stare at the foreign limb—veiny and grizzled. The tension of my transformation melts away. But it does not leave.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha asks, taking the seat beside me.

Without words to convey my confusion, I raise the unfamiliar digits of this hand for her to see. She takes it in her own, the touch light and careful.

“How do we fix this?”

“Lady B used to break it when I was younger,” I reply with a furrowed brow. “Something about the pain kickstarted the transformation back.”

“We’re not doing that,” she refuses, sitting back but keeping my hand in hers. “We’ll figure out another way.”

But nothing comes to mind on the journey back to the Tower. I’m left with the strange limb as I grab my gear and exit the jet, disturbed by this turn of events. My feet tread a curious path, seeking the one person I can think of to help.

“Bucky,” I greet, hiding my arm behind me.

He smiles, standing from the couch and setting aside a thick book scrawled with some foreign language along the spine.

Still in my combat suit and not in the slightest prepared to change until my body gets back to normal—or at least the same figure all over—my attention settles upon the place where his metal arm should hang. It’s missing.

He fidgets under my scrutiny, reaching up to his shoulder as if trying to conceal the sight of his empty sleeve. A faint thought tickles at the back of my mind, but I shake it away. No time for innocuous matters.

“I need you to break my arm,” I announce, meeting his eye. “Please.”

His veneer cracks at my nonchalance, smile dropping from his lips. “Come again?”

I sigh, bringing the unsightly limb out from behind my back. “It won’t turn back.” The fist clenches. “I need you to break it, so I can make it.”

Bucky’s lips open, wide eyes shining in confusion and the barest hint of betrayal. But I can think of no other way and—

“He’s not doing that,” Natasha bites from behind, shouldering past to wrap her arms around her partner and peck a kiss to his lips before turning back to me. “Why would you suggest something like that? After everything?” Hurt shines in her eyes, too, and I swallow around the lump that forms in my throat.

We stand in silence for a long moment. I know the reason why I’m asking him. Why I told her on the jet. Why I’m coming to them out of every person inhabiting the Tower.

“I trust you more than anyone,” I reply in a wavering whisper. “There’s no one else.” My eyes squeeze shut, head turning away at the confession. Vulnerability more foreign and unsettling than the limb that refuses to reform to my true shape.

A soft sound of realization echoes from the pair. They stand still for a moment before approaching on wary, hopeful steps.

It takes all night, but we find another way.

“You’re certainly quiet tonight,” Tony says, sidling up beside me and nudging his elbow into my side. “Don’t want to be center spotlight?”

“No,” I reply. A sip of my drink burns and tickles at the back of my throat. Scanning the crowd, I turn away from the man, but he’s not done with me quite yet.

“Your besties not here yet?” he asks, leaning a smidge too far into my personal space.

I sigh and move away, hoping he’ll get the hint. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Another sip burns, but satisfies the ire bubbling in my belly. Keeping it from climbing up my throat.

He hums and drinks from his own glass, stepping aside to give me some space. His brow quirks, examining me like a specimen in a petrie dish. A sensation to which I’ve grown accustomed—with my upbringing and all.

At least his eyes don’t sparkle with the expectation for amusement tonight, like I’m the main attraction.

“Can I help you with something?” I inquire with the tilt of my head.

“Maybe,” he says, smacking his lips. “I’ve been trying to puzzle it out, but can’t quite get the big picture.”

My teeth clench, jaw ticking, waiting for the deep dive into my past that always seems to come hand-in-hand with a scientific mind like his.

“Are you, Nat, and Bucky a thing?” He sets his empty glass down and gestures to me. “And if you are, what kind of thing are you?”

I remain silent, taken aback by his thought, but unable to answer. I couldn’t define it if given the chance. Natasha and Bucky might be able to, though. Yet none of it reveals itself upon my face, a mask of indifference holding strong.

“She’s our partner,” Bucky responds walking up with Natasha on his arm. Looking as elegant and deadly as they are.

“Partner?” Tony looks between the couple and I, running a hand over his mouth.

“Yes,” Natasha replies.

The billionaire keeps looking, as if the truth will reveal itself without another word spoken. But in the end, he asks, “Romantic or vocational?”

“Yes,” she purrs, wrapping her arm through mine and leading me away without another glance back. When the temptation to gauge Tony’s reaction creeps up my spine, she senses it and soothes, “Don’t worry about him.” Her path guides us over toward a bench and sits us down, taking her place to my side and setting the super soldier on my other. “He means well, but always tries to place labels on things he doesn’t understand.”

Bucky’s fingers weave through mine on the bench, pressing his warm palm to my knuckles. Distracting me from Natasha.

“You look lovely,” he whispers in my ear.

“Perfect, even,” Natasha adds, resting her head on my shoulder. Though I don’t know how she hears him.

I don’t question it. Don’t need to. It just makes sense. In this loud and chaotic world, where everyone tries to drag me in every direction, where I must reform myself again and again for the pleasure of others, where they ask only for me—they just make sense.

And I feel at peace.

#bucky barnes x natasha romanoff x reader #gender neutral reader #shapeshifter reader #avengers tower au #body horror #tw body horror #experimental fanfic #18+#minors dni

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chacusha · 1 year

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Snowflake Challenge #6-8

Challenge #6 - is a scavenger hunt where you share some pictures of your physical or digital space. This is a good chance to give people a glimpse who you are as a person and some of the interests you have, as explored through your possessions. Sounds fun, but I haven’t done this one yet, and it’s likely going to be friends-locked anyway.

Challenge #7 - In your own space, interact with a community or a fic.

Done. This one is always easy for me because commenting on fic tends to come quite easily to me. Also, I am really behind on the Quodo tag on AO3, so there's plenty of works for me to comment on at the moment. I am kind of rushing through my reading so I didn't leave as many comments as I liked, but I did leave comment on three different people's works, and I'm still in January in my backwards-moving fic backlog. I hope to leave a few more. This challenge is good for encouraging you to break the ice a bit.

Challenge #8 - In your own space, create a quiz or a poll (or tell us your thoughts about answering quizzes/polls).

I wrote about why uQuizzes tend to suck and how to design a good “What X are you?”-type personality quiz. This challenge is also a good excuse to try out Dreamwidth’s poll creator system.

#snowflake challenge #dreamwidth

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domorebemore · 1 year

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if uquizzes r all about the author i should make one like which one of my self inserts are you. are you my fusionfall self insert from 8th grade (mandark’s sex slave)? are you the my life as a teenage robot self-insert (in love with sheldon)? are you the dead poets society self-insert i made when i was 19 and too old to be doing this (teenage pregnant and 3 sexual partners)? are you my fallout 4 self-insert (no comment)?

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sammydem0n64 · 1 year

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The lalaloopsy fandom that spawned like during the quarantine era was kinda insane. Like most people were normal but then you’d go on instagram and this one user was posting about Boo Scaredy Cat doing hard drugs in their au and some weird asf shit I went through personally in private dm with a user (IT WASN’T HORRIBLE MAN LIKE I WASN’T BEING GROOMED) and there was this lalaloopsy meme page on IG who shared my kin assigner uQuizzes and some people in the comments were getting mad at the “haha if you’re storm e sky go to therapy” bc they couldn’t afford it like man...... fun times!

#man I was like a internet microcelebrity during this time #Kinda terrifying.

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himbos-hotline · 1 year

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fic writer asks: 4, 10, 13, 17, 22, 23 ~

4.) Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Honestly? really anywhere. Some of my fics come from sentences that appear in my brain or sometimes they happen because I can picture an animatic to a song and because I can't animate for shit- I write it. Some of my favourite fics I have ever written comes from outta all palces, Uquizz questions. Or answers. My first hangman/kenny fic came from a uqizz answer that made me kinda tear up. It is my favourite thing ive ever written. I have no real place to dive into the well of answers- its just constantly getting little idease and filling up!

10.) Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

The first thing Matt does when he finally bundles Jay through the door to the Elite’s hotel room is grab them softly by the shoulders. She blinks at him as if he doesn't know him; confused and frog-like. The light looks like it burns their eyes and Nick tries his best to dim the lamps bestie the beds, fiddling with the buttons before the light becomes soft glowing embers and Jay stops squinting. There’s the last of few snowflakes sticking to their hair, melting away into small patches of wetness.. Matt reaches down and rushes them away, feeling them disappear against the calloused pads of his fingers.

From: The ghost story would be over [Chapter three]

13.) what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

If you can tell from anything I've written, im always big on show don't tell. Sure just telling someone something really puts the point across but I think sometimes extended methaphors and flowery language pulls so much more emotions and thoughts out of the readers and really makes me think upon specific lines. Also this is the only advice I can give to new writers, is have fun! You are writing for you first and even if YOU think its bad, theres gonna be someone out there thats gonna love it. Only You can write the stories that you wanna tell, so do it! I'm proud of you for putting a small amount of your soul into the words.

17.) What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

I re-read some of my stuff, read some of my favourite fanfics. Talk to my big sibling about writng ideas. Honestly just try to force a little idea out. All writing is good, even if its just a sentence that youre gonna end up deleteing. Remind myself that this is for me first of all, im writing because I like providing content and I love wrestling and writing for it, I love my friends and the content they produce. I also am big on going back through comments and tags on reblogs of my old fics because that shows me that I CAN DO THIS! even if it takes me a little while, I will get something out that I will be proud off and people are going to love it.

22.) Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

Oh boy, theres a few if I think about it. I wont write X reader because theyre just, not my style. I like going into a characters emotions and thoughts and feelings. I can't do that with X reader. I also rely a lot on descriptions so thats also another thing that you cant do in X readers. I reblog the ones that I like because I'll read them now and again. I wrote write Buckcest for reasons I really shouldnt have to go into. Things like rape or like extreme tortue is another one I wont write. I also won't write anything A/B/O or Mpreg cuz personally I think its gross. Afgain yall can like what yall like but its just not my vibe- makes me feel all kinda squirmy inside. I can't write first person POV for shit and second POV just feels odd, I think i've written it once and it was a STRUGGLE. Also just because I throw so much into fics that they get outta my hands. I could not stick to the 100 words only drabbles. Theres just so much story and build up I love to write and again with the flowery language 100 words just isnt enough!

23.) Best writing advice for other writers?

HAVE FUN! thats the most important thing! You should at least enjoy writing and it should have a possitve effect on you. It should be fun. theres also some tips somewhere on my blog. I have a tag or at least HAD a tag that should be 'mouses writing advice' theres a whole buncha tags there

ask game // list of wips

#mouse has pals #ss trashboat #fanfic ask games

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rosesradio · 1 year

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I posted 2,570 times in 2022

That's 2,570 more posts than 2021!

689 posts created (27%)

1,881 posts reblogged (73%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ohnoitsthebat

@bothvinforfaen

@acewhofellonmyface

@macchiatosdumptruck

@danielslaw

I tagged 2,528 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#not tkk - 576 posts

#stranger things - 546 posts

#daniel larusso - 313 posts

#rose's tkk rambles - 303 posts

#hsmtmts - 302 posts

#cobra kai - 291 posts

#byler - 255 posts

#lawrusso - 225 posts

#johnny lawrence - 203 posts

#ej caswell - 158 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#oh to be robby. i’m pretty sure he left at that point but if i heard my new sensei tell my old sensei ‘you know you liked it’ i’d be 🏃‍♀️

My Top Posts in 2022:

1.) you have a character named EJ (the letters of which stand for no other than Elton John) (that’s gay)

2.) his narrative foil (just fyi having a same-sex narrative foil is automatically gay) is a bisexual curly haired twink with big brown eyes, cuffed jeans, and a blurred line sense on what is “bro talk” and what is just flirting (i.e. “pretty boy”, the pillow fight, the “lovers” comment, etc.)

3.) both of the characters are within the same love square, constantly shown to have short, flighty relationships with the same girls. despite this, they’ve built up and tried to keep a close friendship outside of unknown, hormonal-driven spikes of jealousy

4.) i have grabbed the mouse by the tail

172 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

every fandom has the gay person’s straight ship. aka the straight ship that is so legitimately good and valid that people don’t ship it just because it’s straight and in the show.

for cobra kai it’s robby/tory (and damanda for the parent crowd)

for stranger things it’s lumax (and, in some cases, chrissy/eddie. i said what i said)

for hsmtmts it’s gina/ej. point blank period portwell is so good

that’s all thank you and gn <3

256 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

i’ve been meaning to say this for a minute but like i think people in the st fandom should--what’s the word--acknowledge fanon content more, and like allow people to ship what they want (to an extent, guys) etc.

maybe it’s because i’ve been in a lot of fandoms where we relied on fanon content to carry the fandom (which is why i left sanders sides lol) but i think that stranger things is so rooted to it’s theories and whatever current ship is being portrayed, that people feel the need to shut others down in their fanon content.

for example, is steddie going to happen? most likely not, they’re going down the (imho basic) route of stancy. does that mean that no one should ship steddie or make content of them, and that the ship is inherently bad, because it’s not in the show? absolutely not.

concepts of things (especially ships) is what encourages creativity and content. i actually think the concept of mileven is pretty cool (but the way they show it in the show makes me not want to root for them). basically, just because a ship isn’t canon, that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t like them or make content about it. that’s literally what fandom is for.

257 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

so i was taking uquizzes because i’m super productive (is this a bad time to mention there’s no new ctp update tonight? lol) anyways i found this uquiz (that is not mine!) i wanted to share because i wanna see what my mutuals get. it’s which dead dove trope are you? i’ll share first i got age gap :/ which honestly fair

304 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

for all of the ej slander we have endured this season, i am willing to accept an apology in one of four ways:

1.) ej gets an emotional scene in which he breaks down and has a heartfelt song dedicated to him, like all of the other struggling characters have gotten thus far (some have gotten multiple songs).

2.) ej gets a hot villain bop in which he corrupts the entire show as a last screw you all to the cast who has been nothing but inconsiderate of him

3.) ej gets a heartfelt ballad in which we can all begin to sympathize for him until it takes a sickening turn into a hot villain bop

4.) ej gets with ricky

563 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #the tumblr review on why i should get off tumblr lol

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astrxlis-archive · 2 years

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Hi Fox!! 💞 I was just dropping by to send in some uquizzes (that i forgot to send to you yesterday 🙈) Rest assured I'll be sending my replies for your longer asks later 👌💗 (extra: the moment i came back here again to send this, i went 🥺😳🤯 when i saw that you have replied to my prev asks already 😂🤭 so thank you, for taking the time replying to those!! 🥺💖)

Note: the links redirects to my results !!

So i retook the genshin kin quiz too with my other options and got kazuha! (re-taken genshin kin quiz: kazuha)

(which lover are you?) — Link 1

(what's your magical motif?) — Link 2

(which form of affection are you?) — Link 3

( if you were a deity, what would you be the god of ?) — Link 4

( another genshin kin quiz but not every character. some characters included are xiao, diluc, mona, thoma, ei, zhongli, and some other few ) — Link 5

Have fun, Fox!! 💖💖💖 And as always, take care and see you around!! (* ˘ ³˘)♡*

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hello dear 🍰❣️❣️

i’ll comment on yours first and then leave a redirecting link for my results, if that’s ok? 🤭

1. unfortunately you didn’t link the kazuha result, but it’s ok!! don’t worry about it 😂😂

2. honestly i got goosebumps when i read your result? i can’t exactly explain why, though, but it is such a powerful description to me idk 🫣 and i agree - you do profess your love quietly and slowly, and you’re very sweet while doing it too! my result.

3. STARS?? THAT’S SO PRETTY WHAT. i have to disagree with your lack of ability to empathize - i think you do it quite well, despite your struggles. about the rest of it, i feel like you should be the one to make comments about it instead of me 😅 is it bad that i laughed at the last sentence? the “space theme, you somehow miss the big picture”. bc if so, i’m so sorry 😭 my result.

4. another sweet one 🥺 dude the small things are so important bc like – they tend to show you were paying attention to the other person and that leaves such a warm feeling 🤭 my result.

5. all i can say is – remind me to not get on your bad side 😂😂😂 my result.

6. this is another one i feel like i can’t really comment on, mostly because the description can be very personal when it comes to interpretation? but tell me how you felt about getting xiao! did it confirm you xiao kin? :3c my result (i took this twice just to be sure)

thank you so much for sending me those links!! i had a lot of fun taking them, and it's nice to get to know you a little better too! 🥰

see you soon! please take care!!

#—fox has a queue #—new mail !#—the burrow's 🍰#this is my own reminder in the tags to find some quizzes to send you too when i have time #i think i'm back into my uquiz phase thanks to you 🤣#it's a good thing tho!

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izzysdiary003 · 4 months

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h’s last night.

npg (or npc as she said) fun but friends vibes, greggs and walking around - nice we can walk for hours and not run out of things to say. i don’t even remember what we spoke about on way back via archway.

i love the neighbourhood. oh to live there eventually. small world that she’s so close to where we lived.

stopped by her mums house for her to get me her suetonius (gift from olivia to her originally 💀), i met jordan peterson the huge cat. nice house.

the apartment was cute, small, dad vibes. i liked the balcony. her dad was interesting to meet (unofficially)- hulkingly tall new zealander who came home drunk and offered to make us breakfast

someone gifted him biltong at his work xmas party. i like the way he talks to h.

she made her bbq sauce quesadilla thing, i had toast. headache due to dehydration but lay on sofa spooning/always lying on one another.

watched bridget jones 2 (classic) and then 2 eps of crown- princess margaret’s death made me CRY. was wondering if we would get intimate but decided to let her make the moves. i liked that i was comfortable to let the night take its course.

uquizzes and pinterest stalking in bed. blue moon cup which she got me full of water. snapping lucy and giggling. cuddling. just as we started to get bored i did a quiz where i said i liked her nose. it’s asymmetric, she said. i got close to look and we started to kiss.

fuck she is hot. it’s not often that i can get turned on just lying next to someone imagining what we could do to each other. i’m so glad she likes grinding making out like i do. the skin against skin, needy movements.

when i’d come and we were gna do more, just as i was taking her shirt off, dad arrived home earlier than expected

lots of for fucks sakes etc. funny but irritating.

cuddling and more chatting. time wasting.

then we got again eventually. i really enjoyed it; sex w her isn’t stressful. her fingers on my clit didnt feel amazing, a bit jabby, but fuck were they good inside me. lips on neck, lips on her tits.

my favourite memory is her hands sliding into my pants and her giving a little gasp. she told me how wet i was. i’m not surprised. i fingered her too, rough and intense. we were so tangled up in each other that sometimes i couldn’t get the right angle but it was so good it didn’t matter. at one point we were fingering one another at the same time.

we had to try not to be loud, and sometimes she had to cover my mouth even. she choked me while i touched her. i love to look in her eyes while we’re making out, while we’re fucking each other. the occasional glance at her face while we adjust our stupid hair.

we stopped eventually bc it was loud and her dad was around. she said later that she wished her dad hadn’t shown up tho- nice to know she wanted more.

naked cuddling as per. she has the most gorgeous body i’ve ever seen and i love to hold her. i love her holding me.

funny mix of coupley and casual. this girl made sure if we saw each other again it wasn’t romantic (applause for good communication) but imagine lying in bed w her as the big spoon and feeling her randomly reach in to plant little kisses on my back, my shoulders, top of my head.

she said that she would have made out w me when she came to visit at somerville. me too, i realised. and at rag ball she said- tho i wouldn’t have then, i was genuinely angry, unless she initiated.

we spent some time going over old ground, talking abt how things went between us etc.

but it was all easy, playful even. i said, and i think it’s true, that im so much more relaxed about her now.

as we finally got to bed, 330isj after much delay, she kept breaking sleepy silence with little comments or giggles to herself which i asked about. i didn’t want her to stop talking. a couple of typical hannah things - like oh you want to do this every so often to get rid of your touch starved-ness etc. a little annoying but i don’t even mind really. i felt very content, and tho the not romantic clarification stung a tiny bit i just really enjoyed the moment of lying together.

nights sleep was broken but nice, as it is when you’re topless and cuddling. woke up exhausted w time to kill so spent an hour in bed watching reels, then had toast and took off.

kissed before leaving, but what struck me was the massive tight hug i got. i hope not too aggressively friendzoney? i got the ‘see you at uni’ line. but truly the evening was amazing. if we can do sth like that every once in a while i’d be happy. friends w bens would suit me, even if i walked away feeling more for her than i’m supposed to.

cute texting this pm- come back, i miss you in my bed, my personal heater etc. it makes me feel nice. i’m sad it’s over. Even if, as emmy said, i cant give her all my trust.

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leaving-fragments · 3 years

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genuine question: do you people take uquizzes purely for the result? isn't mainly it about having fun with the questions? or?

#i'm... ?? do u get annoyed if you don't like the result or do you get impatient if it takes too long?#because to me these quizzes aren't about the end result... it's not a test you have to pass... it's entertainment...#like a good uquiz is a quiz with fun and interesting questions... a nice answer is a bonus #so if i get one i don't agree with but i did enjoy thinking about the questions i didn't waste my time! because i was being entertained!#uquiz #quizzes #pls i want to know because i've gotten a few kinda mean comments on uquizzes about how disappointing they were or how i wasted their time #but?? i didn't force you to take my quiz? i never claim my results to be accurate it's always meant as a joke or entertainment at the least?#but somehow? a 'bad' result ruins the whole experience for some people?#idk. i get if you don't like the questions and didn't have fun taking the quiz then yeah you don't like the quiz that's okay #but basing your judgement of the quiz purely on how true or nice the result is? my guy it's a -u q u i z- made by a fellow fool like you

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roxyandelsewhere · 3 years

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Just wanted to let you know that your SPN uquiz diagnosed me with father problems, an outcome I was not trying for, and that was a one hit kill. I feel like I was walking along and took a dodgeball to the side of the head

I did put out a warning for Dean Issues djdjdjd I was worried the results were too heavy but what can I say, I was feeling Dean Feelings. In a very unexpected turn, writing those results just increased those feelings. Funny how it works.

#Really tho it was my first quiz so I'm still seeing comments like this and thinking #'that means it's good right? This is all in good fun right?' dhdjdj #Bc uquizzes be like that. Diagnosing one's deepest issues and fears. All in good fun #carolina got mail #eameseames

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citizenforboysenberryjam · 2 years

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full offense you sound like one of the most annoying people on earth

this is so funny to me thank you <3

#tbh i feel like the only things i'm really irritating about are the things i'm irritated by so i feel like the feeling is mutual :)#i do really kind of desperately want to know what this is abt tho bc like... literally no one sees my posts #was it the one making fun of myself for being irrationally irritated by uquizzes that don't cater to my pretensions?#a comment i left ages ago on a blatantly misattributed quote?#i guess we'll never know

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nothingbutloveforyou · 2 years

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"this is actually me" ( i watched one too many of those GQ videos)

i thought since i've had this blog for about 6 weeks now, it was time to actually talk about myself a little :)

i will be using an alias here as i am just more comfortable like that

nova (she/her), i am 22 and live in europe.

i am a scorpio sun, moon, venus, sag rising

random facts(?)

i am a vegetarian, i don't leave the house without 4 rings minimum, i genuinely have conversations with the moon sometimes, i feel super insecure about my height because i got bullied for it all my life (and ppl still make comments), i can't ice skate for shit but i still go with others for the food, i have to hold back tears when i think something is too cute, i am an only child, my passion in life is fashion i always come back to it, i used to be in a big friend group (about 20-24ppl) and now i have 5 friends, i am an ambivert, i have a resting bitch face and even meaner eyes (thanks masks ppl hate me), i curse more than i should, i had a total grunge phase from 15-17, i have 9 ear piercings total, i have a pink hello kitty ice scraper and matching parking disc, i love taking uquizzes too much, i speak 3 languages fluently, i have tried 7 different brands of almond milk and i unfortunately still hate it, i am not exaggerating when i say i have watched gilmore girls over 50 times (i swear on whatever is most important to you).

#pls feel free to also send in a random fact lol #i started rambling #and couldnt stop #personal post #about me

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subtlereferencetomyinterests · 3 years

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I once got a comment on one of my uquizzes that said "it seems like op just made all the questions about their interests..." And it was like. Yea. Sorry my internet personality quiz wasn't to your liking moonbeamlesbian800 but unfortunately I like to have fun online

#it was actually the funniest commenr ive ever received #im not certain if they were making a joke or not fulk disclosure #big fan of that #uquiz

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hometothecanyonmoon · 3 years

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cue emotional post!

uhhhh henloe! making this post has me on the verge of tears so please bear with me.

if you think i’m making this post as my version of “emotional otb admin who confesses their undying love for other admins”, then you’re absolutely right.

can i start by saying, i love you all???? now that you know that fact, let’s go ahead. i have never celebrated pride before. it was joining the 1d fandom that led me to explore different identities, that confirmed that i wasn’t a cishet girl. the fandom gave me the courage to ask myself questions, and find answers to them. it gave me courage to change my name, my labels, my pronouns, as i kept on learning more about myself. it introduced me to the queer community, something i had never been exposed to before. i have to thank louis for this. becoming his fan has changed my life. when OTB released, it felt like my “oh” moment. though it took me months after that to actually come out, the song gave me the push i required. which is why, i was overjoyed when i got the opportunity to work on this project.

we had a shit-ton of setbacks, leading to tears and frustration and angry keysmashes. huge UAs that could have changed the course of the project refused to respond to us. twitter was the absolute worst. they thought we were trying to push the attention away from Project KMM, when in reality KMM had died before it even began. before we even began. many people didn’t even know there was a project for OTB. personally for me, it was the worst month of my life. my life was once again torn apart.

through all of this, though, this project was the thing that kept me alive. it gave me a reason to power through the worst of days. it gave me a reason to ignore everything else going wrong in my life and focus. it gave me a reason to not scream when my mother laughed at homophobic jokes, because i knew i had to stay alive for this project.

the friends i made in this time feel more like my family now, instead of my biological one. so this is a post for all of you.

@dyingstars-x : seven!! they came up with the original idea. i don’t know what queer louie spirit possessed you, but i’m so so so glad you decided to post this. that one post had my mind dancing in circles and bursting with ideas. they have been the best parent to all of us, looking over everything, coming up with concepts in a few hours’ time, keeping us sane. idek how to put it into words but mostly- seven’s contribution has been priceless.

@saintqueer : JORDANNNNNNNN!! while all the admins have been working super hard and being amazing, hear me out- jordan is the backbone of this project. she reached out to seven, and within just a few hours of us confirming the project, they got to work!! their twitter talents are unmatched, trust me. she’s been so good at dealing with the UA drama; i truly could never. they also made tiktoks!! i want to say so much but i can’t formulate my thoughts. but you should all hail jordan. they just make me go dshfdkjfkdjhskfndk

@rainboww-paradise : mimi! despite her busy schedule she took out so much time to brainstorm with us in the first few days. (we literally said hi to each other and started brainstorming for themes it was a Mess). she kept on making time to make amazing graphics, and share gorgeous ideas, as well as being a person you can always rely on for motivation.

@thosefookinavacados : A!! they made all the wonderful playlists you can use, as well as handling the drabble fest with me. we were both diving into it with no idea of what to do, but we figured it out together. they’ve been the most hilarious companion in this.

@herefortommo : emma!! she gave you the streaming updates every day, as well as making those uquizzes???? it was really fucking hard, i don’t know how they managed to come up with so much. they always shared tumblr asks and all the nice comments you left on our uquizzes, and it was so much fun to read them. she also figured out how to use shazam and tiktok and deezer 😭

@1dwoodchuck : nicky!! she handled twitter most of the time, and she was SO good at it. like, seriously. she found out more about the UEFA league and kept coming up with creative ideas for tweets. she kept talking to UAs and roped most of them in to help us ✨✨

@fishandfrog and @secretheartmp3 who both helped us a lot at the start, even though they were busy afterwards 💕

honourable mentions to @staff for including us, UnitedByPop for writing an article about us, promoting it so many times, and including it in their monthly round-up. they did so much for us. also!!!! i was looking forward to this- a huge huge thank you to @dailytomlinson , especially cristal @ltyear for helping us when literally no one would. they’ve boosted our posts so many times and supported us, and it means a lot. you’re now my favourite UA. mwah.

special thanks to @thetriangletattoo , flo, who was basically part of the team without being a part of the team. she was so so so supportive of us, making gorgeous art, and giving us permission to share it on that bird app! they always used their twitter account to use our hashtags and boost our tweets. we always shared those tweets in the server, and every time we confessed our undying love for her. they were even featured in the staff post, and that’s huge! she was literally the sweetest angel ever, and we love them a lot ✨ (ps they also introduced the found family trope to this project, so yes flo, now you are my family)

lastly, a huge thank you to all the content creators of this fandom, whether you made fanart or gifs or graphics or wrote a fic. this was all made for you. sharing love and kindness is what fandom is about, and i hope this month highlighted that. this fandom has become my home, and i’m so happy that i get to share it with you wonderful people. thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for taking part, giving this project your time, and making this happen. thank you to everyone else who participated, whether it was boosting tweets or streaming or simply reblogging posts. your contribution is priceless.

thank you.

love, rae

#guess who’s emotional 🎉🎊🥳#feel free to rb

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