#hello tumblr it’s been a hot second

[deathwis-arc]

@clubmates wished : sayori sits in the desk behind mat's, peering over the edge of her textbook, she's making a myriad of silly faces with a growing intensity each time, until finally: he turns around, and she lights up. " i knew i'd get your attention eventually! hehe! "

even when nestled into the familiar crevice of a classroom chair, the student's posture reigns pristine. shoulders sloped backwards while the spine remains upright ; neck only slightly craned in order to see the scrunched text of the book before him. clever gaze scrunched with faint intrigue that dimmers with every passing sweep, the academia listed in white pressed pages something he's learned of before. information stowed away on his own time -- during fleeting hours before the bell, where he'd sit in the bumbling cafeteria ingesting food and knowledge alike. set at ease by the noisiest of sounds. delicate wrist flicks as he turns another countless page, glasses edging down the bridge of his nose in the meanwhile. although not a sole finger twitches, clearly comfortable with the motion enough not to worry. a stray piece of fawn hair slips past the gelled locks neatly combed back, the strand fluffy in texture, and it curls across his creased forehead. the boy perfectly encapsulating someone hard at work. uncanny tidiness made homely by minor imperfections that, in a change of heart, mat doesn't rush to fix.

but amidst mindlessly pouring over his textbook, there's a sudden presence that weighs heavy on his back. an airy sort of flame that drifts across one shoulder, ropes lovingly around his neck, and then drapes across the other. in trickles, mat's typical intent focus wanes ; interest as fleeting as it's always been. settles for stiffening underneath what he can only guess are eyes instead. jittering his leg beneath the glossy table, knee jerking close to the surface above and ghosting along it. still clawing his way into getting accustomed to gangly limbs that stretch too far out, spindly and tender and prone to growing pains. dutifully clean nails rap along the rim of his desk as brows pinch together in vague thought, easily enamored by any good mystery. he deducts by the sense of ease that whoever's staring isn't doing so maliciously, a fact which churns the prickling fire into something fuzzily warm. an expansion of winter heat that spreads across his chest and burrows in. stomach opened wide and gaping to even the tiniest scraps of attention, of the spotlight feel mat indulges in on stage. in the literature club, joined as a favor to a friend and now a permanency in routine. finds most of his days spent waiting eagerly for the time to dwindle down, giddy with child-like excitement that melts stern features into something younger.

that train of thought jerks him to a conclusion, sheepishly recalling the sole club member he shared this class with. lips twist uncertainly, although there isn't a trace of irritation muddying his expression. hints of blinding light twinkle in pools of earthly brown, premature mirth causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle as he relents and begins to smile. pouty pink lips twist crookedly upwards, left wondering when he should relieve the girl from whatever ridiculous antics she was surely getting up to. in the name of good fun, matthew elects to play hard to get for a couple minutes longer. dragging a chimed hum from his door - creaking throat as he fiddles absently with deft fingers, slender curves twisted with positive mischief that he only feels slightly guilty for. sayori wasn't someone he was very close to, personally, and they didn't chat often in the club ; but the way hiroto talked about her … he's pretty sure he's heard enough about the girl's personal life to consider them close in the way in-laws would, even though mat's always shied away from meeting friends of a friend. eventually his own intrigue gently swallows any remnants of playfulness whole, that naturally born impatience springing up like clockwork. rendering him mindless to do anything but slowly turn around, shuffling awkwardly in the seat to do so. eyebrows already raised as he catches her mid act, barely biting back an overly fond chuckle. how did she make her eyes go that wide? she was so -- cartoony! something straight off the screen.

“ hey there, ” mat says, aiming for casual. voice waxes with a honeyed thickness nonetheless, clever eyes hooded. can only titter again when she giggles, the melodic sound infectious. he's always liked people that beamed as bright as sayori, that extended butterflies wherever they went -- it was a talent he secretly strived for, but she seemed born for it ( something he's only a smidge bit envious about ) “ well, shucks, looks like you caught me! what do you need? ” the offer to help slips off his charmed tongue before he can think twice, assuming that's what all the fuss was for. when people went to such lengths for him, it was usually due to needing assistance.

#╰ * THE DETECTIVE : writings ⧽ why should we ? everyone we've met in this town is evil . #v. * AU : 02 ⧽ nothing's wrong if nothing's true . #clubmates #(( oh my gosh hi hey hello !! decided to use this as my dip back into tumblr rp ... #hope it's not too rusty lol it has been a hot second. ignore the tags and format i'm playing around with those #but was very excited to reply to this i've missed this verse sm and these very ill girls ! missed the ddlc train last time so </3 #anyway mat is very fond of miss kooky if that wasn't painfully obvious ... bestie in laws is a go !! ))

[deardreamerxo]

here we are, at one in the morning, on a random thursday

finally making this blog because I figured, why not?

#hello tumblr it's been a hot second #just me

[super-chaitea]

help i ant tyow

#hello it is me in the tags #i have not actually said this to anyone but for the past month my tumblr has been glitchy af #(As fuuuuuuuuuuuuck) #Unfortunately for me but fortunately for my dear mutuals writing posts on my phone is a nightmare haha ! #Ha. #like my keyboard freezes up and all the words stop showing up until like 5 seconds after I type them and yeah it’s weird #thus I have been Gone from the tumblrverse #only in the tags is my keyboard normal #but posting theough tags is not ideal #however I shall not let this deter from my self proclaimed hot girl summer #(Hot girl summer in a gay way of course) #so I will be back. You will see more of me. I can leave tumblr but tumblr can never leave me #basically the whole point of this is to say hello hi I exist :) I have not disappeared from the face of the earth #And I have not realized I’m too cool for tumblr because the only other alternative at this point is twitter #No thanks #so good night sleep tight I’ll see you round #Later gators

[randomfotos]

Hello everyone, today I'm going to move away from the topic of my blog, to talk about something serious!

I've been on Tumblr since its inception, I've had several accounts, with different content and styles. I currently have two active accounts, both of which are very popular.

I gave this brief context, so that you understand that I have a basis for what I am going to say next.

For years I have noticed a certain discrepancy in the number of notes in certain posts. Over time it became increasingly obvious to understand why… The fact is that posts starring men of color (black, Asian, Latino, indigenous, people from the Middle East, in general, non-white men) receive much less, but much less likes and shares than those carried out by white men.

And look, this isn't about blog popularity and making a post go viral here. It's something bigger and very serious: racism and xenophobia.

And that's a huge general outline. For example: if posts with older men don't receive as many likes, compared to those with young, sexy, muscular black men, they receive much less notification than posts with older white men.

Another example, posts by fat men, do not have much repercussion, but when compared to that of an Asian or indigenous person, the fat white man receives more visibility.

I mentioned these two specific aspects, because in a society developed according to an aesthetic standard, old gay men and fat gay men are routinely placed on the margins of the gay community, simply because they do not meet these aesthetic expectations, but even when a group meets these "aesthetic standards", are belittled, subdued, disrespected and discriminated against, solely because of their skin color and origin.

Racism and xenophobia around the world is something that is clearly present in everyday life. And many people think it is not prejudiced. But even though things are very open on a daily basis, racism and xenophobia act silently, in a very sneaky way.

So, if you stop liking a photo because you didn't find it beautiful or attractive in your eyes, it's ok! Now, if you want for a second, you think about "if it were a white man there, this photo would be more beautiful" or "if it were a white man, I would feel hot for this guy", I'm sorry to inform you that you have the racism and xenophobia rooted in you!

Once again, I repeat. It's not about popularity, number of likes or reblogs. It's something very serious!

It’s not enough to not be racist, you have to be anti-racist! This means that we must monitor ourselves so that we do not have veiled racist and xenophobic attitudes in our attitudes and speech!

P.S.: I'm Brazilian, and English is not my mother tongue. So I ask you to use interpretation to understand what was said in a mature and responsible way. If any word or phrase is wrong or out of context, please let me know!

[just-some-random-blogger]

AHHHH

Can I request a Matt smith x reader where in real life theyre married and in the show theyre hot sibling lovers 🥵🥵 anyways 👀 theyre doing a bunch of press junkets, interviews, games, etc. and its sooo fluffy☺️ and domestic☺️ and I just want to envision my life with Matt smith 😭

+ some star points if an interviewer asks about their 😏 scenes and they get really embarrassed but cute 🥰🥰😫😫😫☺️

I Can't Help It

Matt Smith x (ME PLS I WANTHIM) Actress!Reader

Summary: The tumblr girlies were absolutely wrecked when they found out their resident girlboss was dating their superwholock tumblr boy.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Crackfic, i use y/n im sorry im not that strong, head empty only matt, a bunch of made up stuff because plot!, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: NAH ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I WAS WHEN I SAW THIS I WAS LIKE I GOTTA ZOOM THROUGH ALL MY REQS FOR THIS IASFHASFAS. i swear my anons and i share the same brain fr we all just want the same loser dont we PLSSSSSS [foams in the mouth] Also, idk if you've ever read any of my chris evans fics, but what you want me to do for matt is what i did for him & IM ABOUT TO HAVE A FIELD DAY IM ON CRACK HELLO ALSO ALSO, i get you probably meant they're targaryen sibling/lovers, cause otherwise ALFHKAFA MISS ME W THAT BS, but i decided on doing something different all together so lolol i hope you like it nonnie <3 idk what you feel about matt smith but im still going to tag you anyway holla Tagging: @pinksirensong what do you feel about matt smith HAHAHAHAAHHA

It all started with this tweet that was prompted during a brief interaction at a movie premiere:

@fannygurl007: yeah but matt smith and y/n interacted for 20 seconds and i want them to get married and have babies [clip attached]

being liked by Matt's mom.

Then all hell broke lose.

And hell hath no mercy.

It lead with intense investigations of:

@ihave100problems retweeted: AWFHASL:FHAH WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY WHISPER TO EACH OTHER?!?!? 👹👹👹 @thedoctorswife retweeted: IN FRONT OF MY SINGLE ASS?? THEY FLIRTED IN FRONT OF *MY* SINGLE ASS??? JAIL @mattsmithbithc retweeted: "Oh, I think you look so pretty ------- yeah, that's great -----" HELP WHAT ELSE DID SHE SAY @mattsmithbithc replied: I THINK SHE SAID SMTH ABOUT HIS SUIT BUT IDK WHAT SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP @tennantsmith1 retweeted: you really can't trust men look at the way he's looking at her. i bet it was love at first sight for him. was anything between us even real </3 @mmmyehs retweeted: what's that? my matt smith and y/n cutouts gon sleep outside? I HOPE YOU KEEP EACH OTHER WARM IN HELL @y/nloml666 retweeted: NAH NAH NAH BUT MY BISEXUAL ASS WANTS TO BE IN BETWEEN THAT SANDWHICH @datass00 replied: me watching that vid like [image attached below]

Then these things popped up on youtube:

proof matt smith and y/n have been dating all along 🤡🤡

Clip #1

I stick my hand in a jar and pull out a folded piece of paper. "Who's my celebrity crush," I read out the question, turning back to the camera, "I have long list," I refold the paper as I push it beneath my seat, "and the unfortunate king of that, currently, is Matt Smith."

*cut to a bunch of 🤡🤡🤡 and really loud background music*

One of the staff asks, off camera, "why unfortunate?"

"Well," I chuckle, crossing my arms, "if you know me, then you know when I like something so, so much, I end up hating it." I straighten up, "yeah, Matt Smith may or may not have been subjected to verbal abuse as of late."

I chuckle as I hear a few of the staff wheeze.

I raise a hand and cut through the air, "affectionately, affectionately."

Clip #2

There is an abrupt cut to a sound of a crowd cheering.

Matt leans in, scrunching his face as he brings the mic close to his lips, "sorry, love, what was that?"

*The clip is replayed twice and captioned [IM SORRY THE WAY HE SAID THAT WAS JUST SO HOT I HAD TO REPEAT IT]*

The crowd is gracious enough to quiet down, keeping their fangirling internal.

"Is there an actor or actress that you have not yet worked with but always wanted to?" the lucky fan asks her question again.

Matt hums, leaning back on his sofa chair, repeating the words for good measure. He pulls the mic away as he thinks, then brings it back, "you know what, I have been lucky enough to work with some amazing people," he starts, "but-"

The crowd cheers.

Matt smiles and releases a chuckle, waving the mic around, "but," he carefully says, "I have recently watched Vampire in the Locker for the first time."

The crowd cheers again.

"Yeah, and thought y/n was absolutely fabulous in it."

Someone in the crowd says loudly, "same!"

The crowd, along with Matt, laughs. He straightens up and points, "that person gets it!"

But what it really took was this Instagram post to destroy the internet:

@imthebesty/n: ok but you cant get mad a me, i was there during superwholock. at least one of us won!! ps, he's a horrible cook, i promise you don't want him. i took one for the team 😇

That paired with headlines like:

Y/N confirms relationship with Matt Smith on Instagram with hilarious caption

Matt Smith cooks horribly, according to girlfriend, Y/N, who confirmed rumors with Instagram post

"I took one for the team," Y/N says in Instagram post, referring to dating Matt Smith

Tumblr but all stayed sane:

winchester-pie: Are you normal, or are you losing your mind overthinking one of the superwholock girlies is secretly y/n 369,278 notes dont-talk3me: When I gaslight people, it's bad, when y/n gaslights people, it's taking one for the team? 16,586 notes uowbish: I'm gonna say it: I DONT CARE THAT YOU'RE DATING MATT SMITH YOU SHOULD BE DATING ME [image attatched] 99,345 notes sh3l0ck3D: thinking about how y/n once said that she wrote fanfiction that was popular online. i should have known it was superwholock, she unhinged as fuck. 836,084 y/nb00tyluv: OK but i genuinely think y/n and matt smith talked for 5 minutes then decided to date after that 74,670 notes prettyeyebrows: ok but tell me y/n doesn't look like the type to make memes like this [image attached below] 424,245 notes

The cherry on top was when Vogue magazine graced the world with this brilliant interview:

I introduce myself and turn to my side, smiling at the man next to me.

"I'm Matt, and today we-"

"Smith."

Matt turns to me, words going dry.

"You're Matt Smith," I correct, blinking at him.

Matt looks at me for a good moment then raises a hand between our faces, turning back to the camera, "and today, we're going to be-" he cuts himself off with a laugh when he hears me laughing.

He drops his hand and gives me a look before continuing, "we're going to be answering some questions for-"

Matt points to me so that I finish his sentence.

"Vogue magazine!" I say, making the man beside me clap his hands.

The most played part of that interview is this scene:

Matt is reading from a card, "if you could have something of the other's, what would it be?" He chucks the card away, turning to me just as I turn to him.

I mutter under my breath as I think, "something of the other's?"

Matt furrows pouts his lips out in thought.

A beat of silence passes.

We then simultaneously trail off as we both whisper, "like a baby."

I wheeze and lean into Matt, dying of laughter. He snorts and beams like a boy on Christmas, dropping his jaw low.

"No," I warn as I raise a finger through my chuckles, "behave."

Matt throws an arm around me as he lets out more deep laughs.

"The fact we both keep answering the same thing means me hang out too much."

He scoffs. "Clearly not enough though," Matt notes, making me glare at him and shake him off. He withdraws his arm, face still awfully pleased.

I give him a look, "your mother has been ingraining that ideation in your head too religiously."

"I mean," he grabs my hand. He looks at me for 3 whole seconds before sighing and saying, "you would make a great mother."

I purse my lips and sighing as well. I lean into him a bit as I softly admit, "and I think you would make a great father."

For a moment, the two of us look at each other.

I pull my hand away from him, moving to grab another card.

Here are a few of the most liked comments on that video:

Jason Stone: I have absolutely no idea who either of these people are and only watched this video because it autoplayed. Do I want them to get married and have babies though? Yes. Yes I do. 88.9k likes kpopinmybloodstream: matt the entire video:😍🥰😘 y/n the entire video: 😍🥰😘 me the entire video: 😍🥰😘 but single as fock 🤡🤡🤡 103k likes sowrr88: if i cant have what they have, i dont want it 94k likes

#matt smith #matt smith fanfic #matt smith fluff #matt smith crackfic #matt smith x reader #matt smith fanfiction #matt smith my nemesis #matt smith x you #matt smith x actress!reader #rpf fanfic #house of the dragon fanfic #daemon targaryen fanfic #im dead #dont wake me up #the delusion is real

[munsonfamilyband]

It’s been a hot sec since I’ve been on tumblr (grad school man, it’s nuts) but I’ve been watching a lot of dimension 20 lately and it’s got me thinking about Eddie running something similar.

Eddie runs a dnd group with some friends, occasionally some guests join in, it’s reasonably popular. But everyone’s favorite thing he does is the livestreams - and not just because the games are always a little more intense when they’re live but because there is always a chance of Steve popping up.

Steve becomes something of an easter egg on the channel. He originally just showed up in the background once in a while during videos, the camera always cutting away from him quickly though. People started collecting clips and speculating on who he was. A manager? A friend? The person who makes the minis?

Eventually Eddie gets asked during a personal livestream about the guy in the background and he just laughs. “You talking about my Stevie? Yeah, he shows up a lot but considering we share an apartment that makes sense. He likes to make snacks because he finds dnd boring.” Not even a second later chat is flooded with more questions that Eddie just grins at and tells them to wait. Half and hour later the door can be heard opening in the background and Eddie pushes back from his desk a little bit, rolling his chair enough that he can lean his head back and look at something with a smile. “Hey, sugar. Everybody’s asking about you.” Muffled talking can be heard, the words unable to be picked up but the laugh is audible. Eddie laughs back and fully spins his chair to face something else. “You gonna come say hello or what?” The laugh is heard again before the man - Stevie, as Eddie had said - appears in the doorway and sits down right on Eddie’s lap. Everyone can see as Eddie slides forward in his chair enough for Steve to wrap his legs around his hips. As Eddie rolls back over to his desk they all see Steve wrapping his arms around Eddie’s neck and settling into him completely. They watch as Eddie presses kisses to the side of his face to the sound of giggles before Steve turns enough to get a proper kiss before hiding his face away again.

Eddie ends the stream shortly after that when he glances down at Steve and smiles softly. “Alright gang, looks like I’m wrapping it up early today. Stevie’s asleep and I don’t want to wake him. Don’t forget we start a new campaign this Friday 6pm central time. See y’all then.”

From that moment on Steve is a fan favorite and they beg to see him any chance they can - seeing Eddie switch from sadistic DM to lovesick boyfriend is a highlight of any livestream. It eventually gets to a point where they set up a wide camera that they can switch to if Steve shows up so he can say hi while he passes out whatever food he had made or asks Eddie a whispered question.

Eddie likes to joke that his fans like Steve more than him - but he never blames them.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #i hath returned #been obsessed with d20 lately and i just need steve the channel cryptid becoming the channel mascot

[oneshotnewbie]

Hello! I hope you're well :)

Would you so kindly be able to do an Emily Prentiss x victim child!reader where reader is kind of young, maybe like between 6-10 and they've been held captive by the UnSub for weeks now and when the team finally finds the location, reader has gone mute and very cautious/scared of everyone and only allows (to an extent) Emily near them? Since she's the one who first finds them? Emily is very patient and comforts reader even if they don't speak and such. But reader eventually becomes comfortable enough to speak again, using short sentences and few words with Emily (maybe even some other team members, too).

Emily could possibly take them in but that part can be up to you!

I can't wait to see more of your work btw, you're so good!! Thx! Xoxo 💘

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topics of abuse, trauma, child neglecting, punishments and the plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

Authors note: I have tried my best to accommodate this request. I have to say that I changed the request a little because I didn't want to write a 6 year old child being kidnapped by a stranger, so I just had to do it with the father who has a criminal record. I also had to shorten it and basically skip a period of time in order to fulfill the second part of the request. I hope it is still okay. Also had to split it into two parts, Tumblr wouldn't let me post it all at once ♥

ᕚ---ᕘ

Walls. Excessive tightness.

You did not know how long you had been in that closet, and you did not want to know either. Far too exhausted from all the panic attacks and the walls threatening to crush you. Your stomach was growling like it had been ever since your father decided to punish you for everything you did.

Your hands were shaking, your eyes were glassy, but you were long past crying. That only made things worse. Your father knew no mercy, and certainly not for his scared and crying little daughter.

Sometimes you imagined what it would be like if you actually suffocated in that closet. Better to suffocate from the reducing air than to be suffocated by your own father. You would not grow old, you would not reach the age of 10. You were sure of that. You were convinced that something would happen to you before your next birthday. But so far you had gotten older every year and every birthday you were sure that it would be your last.

Your father would not let you sleep in your bed anymore, but at least today it was in the closet and not in the gazebo that you had to sleep in. It was late autumn and in the arbor, the roof of which had tiny holes, there was a risk of hypothermia and finally freezing to death. Your hand, which was squeezed between the closet door and your thigh, had now fallen asleep and despite your constant shaking, you felt immensely hot. You noticed your face starting to glow again- you had a fever from the cold that blew through the room at night. You carefully pulled your hand out from under your leg, hitting your head on one of the wooden insert panels of the shelves, causing a dull thud as it came loose and fell onto your body.

Your heart skipped a beat before stopping briefly, you squinted for a moment, hoping that the noise had gone unnoticed and that your father had disappeared from his guarding position in front of the closet and was downstairs in front of the TV. But then you heard footsteps, quiet and muffled through the ajar door and the wood that surrounded you. It sounded nothing like your father and his firm, jagged steps and you begged that you had not misheard and were now in for a lot of trouble.

The door creaked and your breathing became increasingly quicker. You did not mishear. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to calm yourself and prepare yourself for what was to come. If your father saw you so upset, he might keep you here longer or deny you food for the next few days.

The key turned in the lock that locked the two doors together and you heard them slowly open, but did not dare to look outside. The fear of provoking your father when you greedily gasped for fresh air and light was too great. You felt a slight breeze on your bare shoulders and cheeks. Still, you kept your eyes closed, hoping to avoid your fate.

Instead of your father's disapproving shouts and rough hands that would normally drag you out of the closet, there was only a careful, barely noticeable touch on your shoulder. When you raised your eyes, you saw a strange woman with black hair. "Hey, sweetie. I am from the police, you are safe now," the older woman's eyes were glassy. She seemed unsettled, as if she was afraid of breaking you with one wrong move, as if you were made of delicate mass. "You can come out now, your father can not hurt you anymore."

You nodded and a few moments later she had pulled you out of the closet, carefully and slowly so as not to hurt you, and immediately drawn you into her arms. You just let it happen, completely unable to understand that this was a foreign woman you were clinging to.

Your father had forbidden you from speaking to strangers and your fear of upsetting your dad was huge. But something about her voice made you give in. "I am Emily. What is your name?" she asked and rubbed your back soothingly, your courage to speak failing you. When the rest of her team stormed into the room a moment later and looked down at you in front of the open door, you panicked and shook yourself away from her before returning to the closet where you felt safe.

A hand signal directed to Derek and Hotch, they disappeared silently from the bare room with the remaining SWAT workers and left her alone with you. It took some time for you to gain confidence and crawl out of the wooden wardrobe again. The young woman had talked her head off with various topics in order to give you a feeling of reassurance.

You followed Emily's hand movements carefully, and at the sight of the little package of gummy bears, your mouth watered and your stomach began to make itself known. "Someone is really hungry!" She whispered and smiled softly before opening the small package and holding it out to you.

You carefully sat up, occasionally glancing at the door so that you could move back into the closet as quickly as possible in case of an emergency. But nothing happened. The black-haired woman pointed uncertainly but grinning at the package. "The green ones are my favorite. And what are yours?" you rummaged through the tiny package with your fingers until you held a red gummy bear between your fingers and showed it to her. "The red ones? Uhh, they are yummy!"

You jumped away while the first bite, she had raised her hand too quickly. She shook her head, swallowing hard. Emily had not thought for a split second. “Can I feel your forehead?”she asked after a short hesitation and you nodded, afraid of upsetting her like your father, granting her permission.

She gently placed her hand on your sweat-covered forehead. You were feverish. She slowly lowered her hand carefully again and watched you as you hesitantly gnawed on a gummy bear. Your father did not like it when you just wolfed down your food and often had taken it away when fell into a deep hunger.

Emily continued to watch you, her eyes sad and exhausted. You cocked your head, wondering if you had done something wrong. When your eyes met for a moment, you hesitantly reached for her free hand and placed her favorite gummy bear in her palm.

You found a kind of care and hope in her presence. Hope that you can still lead a normal life and never be locked in the closet by your father again. Emily caught the very first smile you gave her before you stood up and carefully fell into her arms. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" she giggled softly, her heart swelling and beginning to pound wildly.

"No,"

Surprisingly, she widened her eyes while keeping her mouth wide open. After hours spent in this cold room with only forensics downstairs doing their work, she had finally managed to hear your gentle and childlike voice.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds angst #criminalminds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds oneshot #criminal minds imagine #criminam minds imagines #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x reader #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss fic #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss oneshot #emily prentiss imagines #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss #fanifc #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #imagines #imagine

[mafiadad5]

Try, try not to think about us in that way

Genre- smut/ kinda plot?

Warnings/ au- best friends to lovers, beach trip, pool/hot-tub sex/ public sex/ slight choking and degrading? / Unprotected sex, finger fucking, 18+

Chenle × femreader

Word Count- 2.8k

tumblr deleted the last one t-t

Summary- You and Chenle has been friends for years now, since freshman year of Highschool, you finally graduate and go on a summer trip that you guys have been fantasizing to go on since sophomore year. You've always had a crush on him, but stopped trying after he rejected you freshman year. Not wanting to ruin the friendship, you ignore your feelings. That's until you're standing at the beach in the water, as the cold small waves hit your ankles, the red sun slowly going down falling behind the horizon line, the sky lighting up a beautiful blue and purple color.

You look up at him, he's already looking at you and grabs your hand. "You look beautiful, has anybody told you that" his face not changing from the everlasting frown that he always has. "Thank you" you said as you turned away from him, facing the deep blue ocean, trying to avoid his gaze because you might just fall further for him. Suffocating on your breath as you feel his fingers leave your hand and slowly drag up your arm. "You're welcome", he says as he grabs your waist pulling you towards him, your foreheads touching. "What are you doing Chenle" I say as he grabs my waist and pulls me closer to his body.

"Just kiss me"

Please continue on... he's waiting for you 🎀

Y/n, y/n wake up, wake up we're here" I feel my body shaking. I wake up instantly and see Chenle grinning at me from the driver's seat. I look outside the window and see the hotel entrance doors right in front of me. It's noon out, but still bright and sunny. I sat and looked at the window blankly in front of me, processing it in my head, was it really just a- I’m knocked out of my thoughts when i hear knocking on my window and see Chenle with wide eyes in front of me.

"Are you gonna sit in there for the whole trip or you coming?" I got out the car, my luggage already out. "Don't you have to go park the car anyways? You can't just leave it out here" I said looking at him, mumbling quietly as I rubbed my eyes. "We have Valet btw" he said as he grabbed his bags and begin to walk inside the hotel, already having the room key.

We made it up to the hotel room, Chenle opening the door and walking into the hotel room, instantly setting down his bags. He ran excitedly to the patio, opening the door and stepping outside, the smell of the beach entering the room. I sat down my bags and followed closely behind him.

"This is beautiful" I said as I took a deep breath taking in all the air. The view was beautiful, the beach was gorgeous, and right underneath us looking down was a beautiful pool and hot-tub at least I think it is, you can't really see much because it's surrounded by a foggy glass window panel, I think it's called, and bushes. For privacy, I guess? Anyways I was so excited and so was Chen.

"I have to use the bathroom real quick I'll brb" I said before turning around and facing the room and pausing. "Chenle!? Where's the other bed..." I turned and looked at him, a small grin appearing on his face. "About that" he said "We've slept in the same bed before y/n, why is it a problem now?" He said pushing pass me leaping on the bed and looking at me while lying on his back. 

I really wish I was on top on him right now, pleasuring him, riding hi-

"Um hello, earth to y/n" I shook out of my thoughts. "What do you mean, the last time we slept together you were so rough, literally pushed me off the bed, I'll just take the floor" He paused for second before smirking, "mhm" he said before the realization hit me of what I said. "You're a dick" I laughed before going to use the bathroom. "Just take it on the bed, I mean take the bed" he shouted, laughing. "Shut up" I shouted back.

I woke up from my nap, Chenle putting on a shirt, his abs slightly showing before he put on his shirt fully. "You realize we have a bathroom right" I said as I yawned and sat up. "Yea but you're my best friend so I should be able to chan-" I got up and walked past him,

"I know, I know, I get it ok, I'm your best friend" going into the bathroom, not shutting the door, splashing my face with water "what the fuck is up your pussy today y/n" I rolled my eyes and continued to splash my face as he walked in the bathroom getting directly behind me, I looked up at him through the mirror, bent over in front of him.

hopefully you

"Well, it's just. I know you're my best friend you don't have to put it in every sentence. Is that the only way you see me, the best friend you can do wtv in front of" he grabbed my waist and turned me to face him, setting both hands on the counter, me in between them.

"What do you want to be seen as to me?"

He said as he made eye contact with me, our face an inch away. "Is this a trick question" I said looking away, drying my face with a towel. "Look at me" he said in a relaxed tone as he grabbed my chin pulling my face to look at his. "What is up with you" the sounds of his breathing and the sink running behind me echoing, through the room.

"Do you really want to know what's up with me" he said leaning even closer, our lips almost touching. I nodded while looking him into his eyes. He paused for a second, the sound of his breathing echoing in the room again, the sink sounded muffled now.

The sink sounded muffled now...?

Before I could react, I felt water splash on my shirt and face, Chenle laughing as he backed up looking at me. "GET OUT NOW" I yelped before he ran out and I slammed the door behind me, leaning on the counter, thinking about what happened, and thinking about how I felt wet, hoping he didn't notice.

"I have a surprise for you" Chenle said as I was finishing my drink "what" I said looking at him, clearly not entertained by whatever stunt he was going to pull now. "You know that pool and hot tub you told me about, the one under us, the one you said you wanted to go to, but it looked closed, that one?" I looked at him after setting down my drink. "Yea" he smiled.

"Well... it's not closed it's just a private pool, like one you can make a reservation for and have it all for yourself" I smiled "omg really let's make a reservation for tomorrow" he took a sip of his drink, finishing it off, "I kind of wanted to go to the beach tomorrow, so I reserved it for tonight, we're the last people that have it too, for 2 hours!" he said excitedly. "When do we go, it's getting late and it's already dark out?" I asked finishing my drink off too "now" he said grabbing my hand and running up to the hotel room.

I went into the bathroom to get changed and I got out my one-piece bathing suit, I slid it on quickly realizing it had a huge green stain on it, my bathing suit is red? "Fuck" I said as I went through my bag sighing looking through to find the others I brought. Only one extra, and it was a bikini. I hate wearing bikinis, and I've never worn one in front of Chenle not even tight fit clothes, ever.

I slipped it on, and walked out of the bathroom, Chen sitting on the bed with only swim trunks on, shirtless. He looked up from his phone and stared at my body for a second. "Are you ready to go" I said knocking him out of his thoughts, he licked his lips and nodded.

He unlocked the door, and we made it inside. It was gorgeous the pool lit up blue and purple. The view looking out was towards the beach, where you could hear the waves splashing even more vivid than on the patio. He sat the towels down on the chairs and instantly jumped into the pool, I followed behind him.

A cool breeze passed by, "it's cold y/n I'm gonna get into the hot-tub" Chenle Said while getting out of the pool walking to the hot-tub hidden behind the bushes. "Ok I'll meet you there" I looked at him, his hair dripping wet, droplets falling onto his glistening abs.

I stayed splashing in the water a bit longer, but I got bored without him, so I decided to join him in the hot tub. I walked past the bushes to see a gorgeous hot tub lit up blue and purple like the pool, it was bubbling and the most gorgeous thing of it all was Chenle sitting against the wall, staring me down, looking like he wanted to tear me apart.

His hair was damp and out of his face, he leaned against the edge of the hot tubs wall, his arms holding the edges, as his veins and muscles slightly came through more dramatically.

I wanted him so bad. 

"Why are you looking at me like that" I said slowly getting into the hot tub, looking deep into his dark eyes that were focused on me. He looked at me licking his lips, slightly sticking his tongue out before closing his mouth again, saying nothing. I fully got into the hot tub, sitting on the stairs right across from him staring, seductively, into his eyes as he stared me down, but remained quiet.

He put his arms down beside him. "Come here" he said in low toned voice getting off the wall and standing up. I got up and slowly went towards him, almost floating. I didn't know if he was trying to trick me again, but judging by his face and his tone, probably not. I got to him and just stared. He grabbed my waist pulling me closer to him, his leg in between mine.

I looked away nervously, I thought he didn't like me, what is he doing. "What?" He said, his eyes shooting daggers at my neck. "Well..." I said avoiding eye contact "look at me" he said in my ear with a deep tone interrupting me. I turned and faced him "well what about freshman year" I looked at him. "Fuck freshman year" he said as he grabbed my chin and pulled my face into his, giving me a deep kiss. I instantly kissed back, the kisses growing even more hungry. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, backing up into the hot-tubs walls again, putting me down without breaking the kiss.

His lips were hot, his tongue was hotter, exploring my mouth. "I bet this is what you wanted all along huh" he said breaking the kiss, but quickly pulling me into a kiss again, pulling my body even closer to his. He broke the kiss and leaned over to my ear.

"You wished that I was in you when you were bent over on that sink" his deep voice in a whisper, fucking my brain. "Wish you were on top of me when I was laying on the bed" he said giving me a sloppy kiss, his hand slipping into my bikini bottoms. "Wished it was me when we were in the car pleasing yourself, rubbing your thighs together just to me singing a sexual song " he said biting my lip, sticking one of his fingers in between my folds, rubbing my wet entrance and clit.

"Didn't you?"

He said sucking and kissing my neck, his words vibrating into my skin as he stuck two fingers into my hole. I let out a moan. "Didn't you?" he asked again before going faster, his fingers hitting harder, as he went down to my collar bone, sucking and nibbling.

"Yes, I did"

I said as I was trying to hold in my moans but failing miserably. "Do you want me to keep going?" He asked slowing down his pace. "Yes, please" I said looking at him. "Beg me for it, tell me how much you want it, how bad do you want it" he said lifting his head from my neck and looking at me, wrapping his free hand around my neck, softly, yet firmly.

"Please give it to me, please, I want it so bad, I've always wanted it bad, please" turned me around, sitting me down on the seat in the hot tub, pushing me against the edge of the wall, his hand still around my throat, his fingers still inside me, circling my clit with his free thumb. "Oh really?" He said looking at me a dark look of lust feeling his eyes. "Mhm" I said. He grinned, taking his hand off my neck and lifting me out of the hot tub, ripping off my bikini bottoms and spreading my legs.

He gave me a look before licking my clit, fingers going in and out of me still. I moaned loudly and threw my head back. His tongue doing circles around my clit while he curved his fingers hitting my g-spot. I was melting in his touch, in his fingers, and in his tongue. I grabbed his head, pushing him further, making him go faster in and out of me and slurping at my clit making me go insane, I was a moaning mess, and I was almost to my climax.

"Hello? Anyone in here?"

We heard an unfamiliar voice. He stopped and we looked at each other. "Speak to the man" Chenle said as he continued to finger me, fast, my juices dripping down his finger. "Yes, some-someone is in here, we had a reservation" I said, mumbling and stuttering, trying not to moan as much as I could, but I couldn't help it I was almost there. "Ohhh I see... what was the name?"

"Y/N" I yelled to prevent my moan from slipping out. My legs begin to shake, and I tried to grab his hand, to get him out of me, but he took my hand and instantly pinned it down with his free hand, continuing to finger me knuckles deep. I threw my head back and bit my lip so hard that I thought I would pull blood. "I don't see a name for y/n? Is there anything else you may have it down for?"

I gasp from reaching my high

"CHENLE"

I screamed as I looked at him, him smiling as he removed his fingers from my dripping core. "Oh, I see you right here, I'm so sorry about the interruption guys! Make sure you're out by 12 am, sorry about that" I looked at Chenle as he licked his fingers off while looking me dead in my eyes, grinning. He helped me back into the hot tub.

"Destroy me, please, destroy me like there's no tomorrow." I said as he pulled down his swimming trunks. "Turn around" he said in a deep voice, and I quickly obliged, he forced me on all fours, my knees on the seat and my arms outside the hot-tub.

"I'm gonna make your wishes come true baby."

He positioned his tip at my entrance without fully going in yet. My breathing got heavier as I felt him in my hole. He spat on it before shoving his whole dick inside me, instantly going fast, grabbing my hips and slamming into me. I let out a loud moan and lowered my head. "Fuck, you're so tight baby" he said, his fingers clawing at my hips as he quickly thrusted, going deeper every-time.

"I bet it feels good too doesn't it you little whore" He grabbed my arms with one of his hands and placed it behind my back making him hit a spot that I didn't even know was there. "Fuck, don't stop" I managed to get out, a moaning mess as I felt my juices mixed with his spit and precum dripping down my cleavage.

He placed messy kisses on my spine, and my arm that was behind my back; him thrusting faster and deeper every stroke. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back, making my head lift up. "How does it feel huh, your best friend, destroying you, fucking your brains out, treating you like the little slut you are." He said as he leaned down to my ear, pounding inside of me, his breathing heavy and words slurred as he starts doing small moans and whimpers that are music to my ears.

I bite my lip, eyes rolling to the back of my head, while moaning loudly as he hits my g-spot. "I'm about to come, can I please come for you" I say as I lower my head again because he let go and grabbed onto my hips again. "Yes baby, you can come, do it for me" he said his pace going even faster, but thrust getting sloppier.

"Chenle" My stomach was turning, my eyes rolled back, as I reached my climax, my legs were shaking intensely, and my moans were loud and long, screaming his name as he whimpered, then deeply moaned, suffocating on the thick atmosphere when my walls were tightening around his dick. "shit" he cussed as he came inside of me, his ooze dripping as he made an exit out of me, trying to catch his breath. He turned me around kissing me gently on the lips, wiping the tears he created off of my face.

We were on the beach sitting down on our towels as the sunset a beautiful bright orange, the sun glowing strongly and making his skin glow. My head laid on his shoulder and we held hands, I've always wanted him, I'd seriously do anything to have him,

But what's going to happen when we go back home?

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Pairing: Eyeless Jack x Fem! Reader

Content/Warning: Stalker!Jack, Brief Mention of Torture, Brief Suggestive Content (no smut), Character Death

Note: I had this somewhere in my docs and I need something to post now. Art found on Instagram, could also be found on Tumblr by @angrytyrantgentlemen (PART 2)

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A hand fell through her hair, caressing it gently like it would shatter in seconds. He couldn’t help but catch a whiff of her hair. The same shampoo she always used filled his strong senses. The scent was engraved in his head due to how often he has been in her room. It was a euphoric scent. 

He couldn’t help but continue to glide his claws through her hair, he made a mental note of how soft it was. 

How long has he been there? Watching, touching her? He couldn’t remember when he entered her house, or how he ended up next to her. He couldn’t care. He was enchanted by the beauty that lay peacefully. She was so vulnerable to him. Something stirred up in him, a primal instinct?

--

Air-popped from your arms when you propped up from your bed— another exhausting night. Sleep is relaxing for everyone— everyone but you. The feeling of being watched was always there. You weren’t sure if you were afraid of someone or if it was all the movies you’d been watching. 

You yawned, mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead of you. You stumbled out of bed and began the long day ahead of you. 

You picked up the toothbrush to brush your teeth until you heard your phone ring from your room. The phone rang until you picked it up. “Hello?” You murmured, noticing it was your boyfriend’s mother calling you. A frantic cry was heard on the other side, “Is Griffin with you?” She was breathing heavily. You raised an eyebrow at no one, “No? I thought he was visiting you.” You carefully formed your words. 

She cried at your words, “It’s true then!” What’s true?

You repeated your mental question out loud, “What’s true? What happened?” The sound of panic is heard in your voice. You paced around your room in anticipation— it was starting to eat you alive. She was known to be a calm and collected woman, so why was she freaking out? She choked back a sob before she said anything. Anyone can tell that she was slowly breaking down inside. “Griff-Griffin! He’s been murdered!” She cried. 

It took ten seconds for her words to sink in. The toothbrush that you held in your hand fell with a small thud against the carpeted floor. Your mind is blanked out, staring at the wall in front of you. Nothing could be heard, the sound of static filled your head. 

“You’re lying. I just saw him yesterday!” You were quick to deny her. Instead of sadness clouding your judgment, it was anger and rage.

You hung up before she could answer back. Your phone could be found on the other side of the room where you threw it. All of your memories of Griffin played through your head— the bad, good, the funny, and the sad memories that you both made are down the drain. 

Your phone buzzed. The screen lit up. Your eyes darted up to the screen— it took all your strength to move your body. Unlocking your phone, an unknown number texted you. 

Seems like poor Griffin is gone...

Your eyebrows furrowed in disgust. The number gave a mocking text. 

That’s not funny. 

The text finally made your brain understand the situation. All of your emotions came down at once. Tears drop from your eyes, and your face feels hot. Your knees buckled— dropping down to kneel on the bedroom floor. You sobbed into your hands, this feeling of sadness felt surreal. How were you going to get through this? Your tears dropped onto your phone making it light up. From your cloudy vision, you can see that the unknown number replied to you. 

With a trembling hand, you gripped your phone tightly. You swiped into your phone and looked at the text. Due to your blurry vision, you couldn’t make out the words until you wiped your tears against your sleeve.

But it’s so funny.. It was funny hearing him beg and plea for forgiveness and mercy. It was funny when I took his senses away, one by one. Watching him slowly die was funny. 

The look on your face was clear. Fear. Another series text came through making the fear inside you rise. 

Don’t be scared. I did it for you.  Griffin didn’t deserve you. He treated you terribly. 

You scoffed at the message. They didn’t know anything about Griffin. He was, honestly, the kindest and most honest man you had ever known. Keyword: known. Now he was gone. Knowing that is a fact makes your stomach churn. 

You didn’t know him. 

You defended Griffin’s name, but it didn’t matter. 

Don’t make me laugh. I watched you both for months. Haven’t you suspected anything when he was gone? 

You gulped down your nerves, they seemed to reach a curious section in your mind. 

What do you mean? Watching us for months? What is wrong with you?! 

You typed furiously, this sick game they're playing is driving you insane. You weren’t sure what caused you to continue playing this taunting game— nor were you sure if they were telling the truth but what’s the harm of asking?

So many things are wrong with me. You wouldn’t want to know.  I’m your friend, don’t paint me as your enemy. I saved you from heartbreak, it would’ve been worse if you found out. 

You stared confusedly at the texts. Heartbreak? If you found out? How confusing.

I’m calling the cops on you. This isn’t a funny joke. You're sick.

You waited for a reply but there was nothing for a couple of minutes. Groaning in the process, you started to press in the number for the cops. As you dialed the final number the phone ping rang through the quiet room. They messaged you again— gulping down your nerves you opened it. There was a video attached to the text.

You seem to enjoy my company since you waited five minutes… Attachment: 1

You paused to look at the video. The play button was just a couple of centimeters from your fingertip. Their text coursed an emotion through you. Waited? How did they know? Your head whipped towards your windows. Between the two windows was the gray sky. It wasn’t dark out but it wasn’t bright out. Nothing seemed to be out there however that didn’t seem to stop you from moving. You slowly picked yourself up to move yourself inside your bathroom. Your trembling legs couldn’t carry you very far. You closed the bathroom door quietly and secured it. 

Your back against the wall— sliding down it. Focusing back on the phone, the video stared back at you. “Fuck it,” You whispered— clicking the video. You made sure to turn your sound up a tiny bit to make sure you heard everything. The sound of the video filled up the void of silence in the bathroom. 

The video screen was pitch black but there were moans and groans sounds following after a few seconds of silence, and then Griffin’s voice came on. “Fuck! You make me feel so good.” More sounds came along. A woman’s voice followed, “Why are you even with Y/N if I make you feel good?” Her voice was small and fragile. 

Not daring to finish the video, it was paused. The video was over twenty seconds long and you couldn’t bear the fact that it only took seven seconds of the video to make you want to throw up. He’s been cheating on you. How long? You typed out a response. 

Who are you…, how do you have this video? 

Even if you didn’t see anyone in the video you know what Griffin's voice sounds like and that was him. No doubt. The only question that lingered in your head was who was the lady? Too many unanswered questions. 

Well you know I was around the neighborhood and stumbled across him and a lady who wasn’t you…. And you know…. Who I am? I believe we all are trying to find ourselves, don’t you think? 

Just tell me. Please. 

You typed out. It was foolish to think that you would get the name or anything of the person who murdered your ex-boyfriend but—

An envelope slipped through the crack of the door. You froze in place. A creak was heard on the other side of the door— walking away from you. Not daring to move a muscle until you were sure that you were safe. You subtly dropped your phone next to you and got onto your hands and knees to crawl toward the paper. 

Once you get near the paper, you snatch it. Quickly getting back into your original place in the bathroom you clutched the envelope in fear. Your breath hitched when you opened it. They were photos of you with captions on each photo. Even some unflattering photos of you but it seemed like he found you beautiful since each caption would have a compliment about you and the date following it. 

Your phone buzzed and lit up— it was from him. 

See you soon, sweetheart. - Jack

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Update: they’re now @dailyanimeships (I'm blocked so no tag there :/) but it's the same person. Update 2: they’re blocked again. Let’s celebrate

Hello everyone, I need your help getting rid of someone that's been harassing people (myself included).

This is the person in question and I need your help to get rid of them and stopping any future harassment.

Even if you're not in the Black Clover fandom, I would appreciate a moment for your time to read this. For a bit of context, if you haven't seen Black Clover, the main ship in the show is Astelle (Asta x Noelle). In the show, Noelle has a massive crush on Asta (think Amity to Luz/Marinette to Adrien/Hinata to Naruto/etc, etc). It's pretty clear that Astelle will be canon but sometimes canon doesn't matter and people ship different things. Now onto this whole shit show.

Harassing in DMs

To start off, they're basically every shade of bigot. My moots and I have gotten really nasty DMs from dailyasnoel and I'm going to censor them because there's pretty bad slurs in them.

The first one was sent to me and the second one was sent to @the-geek-librarian

We're both in a server and everyone in this server (nearly 15 of us) have been blocked. Keep in mind, not a single one of us had ever interacted with them in our lives. We've all tagged our posts properly and haven't said a single negative thing about Astelle or their blog. They went out of their way to send us these DMs with very hateful slurs all because we don't want the same fictional teenagers kissing.

Harassing others

This isn't even the first time that dailyasnoel has gone after people simply for just shipping Noelle with another character. These two, ramiliadoesstuff and kcuf-ad have also posted about been harassed.

Along with that, there is now a ship week for Kahonoelle (a femslash ship involving Noelle) being run by moot @t-f-t (Alex) and this was the response to the original post (a post that was tagged properly and no malice towards anyone) announcing this.

This could've just been the end of it but they felt the need to send an ask to Alex expressing their disgust because there's people who don't want the same fictional teenagers kissing.

Then there's this lovely comment on that post.

Guess who's going to be extremely annoying during Kahonoelle week. (BTW, wouldn't it be really funny if we got them off the internet before their shit ass Astelle week).

Fanfiction

This harassment isn't just on tumblr either, it's on AO3 too.

I scrolled through the Yunoelle (Yuno x Noelle) tag on AO3 and the comments on some of these fanfictions are so vile. There's so many hate comments and I didn't even screenshot all of them because there's so many of them.

I found comments left by people with the username "dailyasnoel" and other guest users with different usernames that make similar comments to dailyasnoel because I assume it's the same person.

Making the Devils Cry

Yuno and Noelle Oneshots

When the Sea Goddess Snaps

Hot Tub Accident

While scrolling the Yunoelle tag, I noticed that there's people who have started limited their comment section, have deleted comments with responses like "dude, calm down," or have made their fanfictions private.

And even as a little side note, I want to make it clear that I was able to look at every single Yunoelle fanfiction on AO3 because it's not even a popular ship. There's only 31 fanfictions for them so a lot of these fanfictions are written by the same authors. On the other hand, Astelle has been consistently the most popular ship in the fandom and even has the most fanfictions. So it's not even like Astelle fans are hurting for fanfictions or that Yunoelle fans are invading their spaces.

The actual blog

The icing on this queerphobic, harassing, racist cake is that they're an art thief. Their blog only has art and all of it is from other people. There's no indication these are reposts, there's no signs that they got permission to repost these, nor any links to the original posters. (original art links > 1/2/3)

If you know nothing about Black Clover or the fandom, I want to make this abundantly clear, this is behavior is unacceptable. This fandom has been very peaceful as of late and this one person does not speak for Astelle fans in the slightest. The Astelle fans I've interacted with are quite lovely, and if Asta or Noelle or Tabata (the creator) saw this, they'd be disgusted.

Whether or not you're in the Black Clover fandom is irrelevant. This is a horrible person and art thief, please report and block this person. Together, we can get rid of this person.

@dailyasnoel I know you have me blocked but if you happen to read this, I want you to know that if this small part of you that you show on the internet is even a modicum similar to how you behave in real life (joking or not), you are going to live a very sad and lonely life.

I hope you enjoy your own company because no one will want to be your friend, no one will support you, and above all else, no one will mourn you. Your absence will be treated with nothing but joy and whimsy because you are a sad and pathetic parasitic monster.

#best part about all this #dailyasnoel couldn't even be right #i don't even ship yunoeIIe #i ship kahonoeIIe #i headcanon yun0 as aroace #AND i do (guess i should say “did” now) like asteIIe #anyway prepare to feel the wrath of someone who barely makes minimum wage

[aggroed-npc]

Hello! A lil about me - I’m 29/ London living/ baby academic in psychology/ massive gamer-nerd/part time doodler

It has been a hot second since I’ve been on tumblr, around 8 years to be exact, but, gods, I’M HOME!! I’ve missed tumblr so much

I’m looking for my people! I’m OBSESSED with BG3, anything Astarion and Raphael (especially fic)…. I need it, IV it straight into my veins. I am so normal about this game….

Otherwise I generally love anything fantasy, psychology, science-y, smutty and fan arty.

Please give us a like/follow if you feel like we could mutually vibe or you are also heavily into the above

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hello again tumblr... it's been a hot second, so come back with an offering... might i introduce:

william wispcicle

ok thank u for your time... good nights..

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[not-wrong-just-different]

Hello Questies!!

This post has been a long time coming, and here it finally is. Willow, and more importantly, the Willow Fandom, changed my life, so, thank you all for everything!

Now Presenting…

How to Get a Girlfriend by Watching Willow 2022:

Step 1. See gif of Kit on top of Jade when she was saying goodbye like on Pinterest.

Step 2. Figure out the name of the show with the hot girls.

Step 3. Rewatch the original Willow.

Step 4. Watch Willow 2022

Step 5. Realize that the feelings about other women that you have been suppressing since you were 17 are coming back to bite you in the ass.

Step 6. Reject compulsory heterosexuality.

Step 7. Call your best friend in a panic.

Step 8. Try for weeks to try to get anyone you know to watch Willow. Fail.

Step 9. Sign back into an old tumblr account and start following people just as obsessed as you are.

Step 10. Read horny fanfic. A LOT of hot horny fanfic.

Step 11. Get your best friend so fed up with you that she invited you to an LGBTQIA+ friendly community event more than an hour away just so she doesn’t have to be the only person hearing about Willow anymore.

Step 12. Make lifelong friends!!

Step 13. After several months of trying to convince people to watch Willow literally steal the TV hookup and force people to watch it.

Step 14. Share the link to the Free Willow website in the Facebook group chat so everyone can watch more episodes.

Step 15. Get private Facebook message from girl wanting to talk about Willow.

Step 16. Make friends with said girl and get a huge crush.

Step 17. Start hanging out outside of group events.

Step 18. Be awkward.

Step 19. Continue to be awkward for several months until one half of the friend group pulls you aside, and one half pulls her aside and endure an intervention.

Step 20. Ask girl on date. (She says yes!!)

Step 21. Go on date and realize that despite the fact that there are over 12 years of university between the two of you, that you both read dozens of the same articles on Reddit and Quora about how to act on a first date, since neither of you have had one before.

Step 22. Get mutually pissed off at the lack of official peer reviewed research on how to have a healthy relationship. Decide to work on writing and publishing together. (So far, the only thing actually peer reviewed is our relationship, which only started due to peer review.)

Step 23. Make plans for more dates.

Step 24. Be happy!!!

Step 25. Realize that communication is hard and misunderstandings suck after reading more horny Willow fanfic.

Step 26. Write 5 page love letter in proper MLA Epistle format and give to girl.

Step 27. Become official girlfriends!

Step 28. Receive photos of her extensive collection of swords and blades.

Step 28b. Implode. (Like seriously. It was SO hot.)

Step 29. After being girlfriends for two months, bring up Willow again and find out that she doesn’t actually care that much about Willow?!?!?!!!! She likes it but was mostly using it as an excuse to talk to you?!?

Step 30. Consider breaking up with girl (not really!!) because she isn’t actually as obsessed with Willow as you are.

Step 31. Decide to share your gratitude with the ongoing Willow fandom for changing your life instead of worrying about making everyone in your life love it as much as you do. 😂

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Thanks to the creators who helped me work through the emotions of steps 5 and 6 and those who helped with steps 10 and 25. @ksfreckles @geek-and-nina @ourlonelymoon @commanderbuffy @acre-of-wheat @wigster07 @vetiverriver @barmaid-anon @swashbucklery @spybrarian @isabrella @lowkeyed1 @savewillow2022 and so many others!

While I’m at it: Thanks to @ourlonelymoon for reminding me I don’t have to earn help, @acre-of-wheat for helping me remember that being on the spectrum doesn’t make me unloveable (and for reminding me that letter writing is valid communication) @commanderbuffy for proving that love isn’t just for teenagers, @wigster07 for showing second chances and that character growth requires tons of hard work @geek-and-nina for perfectly portraying the emotions and joy of falling in love, and @ksfreckles for being the first person I talked to online and for writing the story that means everything to me.

Thank you Willow Fandom and Willow Creators! I do not know where I would be today if it wasn’t for my lovely, Willow-obsessed online community. 💕 ⚔️ 😉

#willow 2022 #willow disney+

[thephiart]

Been a hot second since I posted here… oops!

Anyways, hello DRG folks, I bring some little guys :]

Hopefully tumblr doesn’t butcher the quality of these too much

#deep rock galactic #deep rock galactic fanart #lootbug #bug #cw bug #bug cw #golden lootbug #drg

[dearestcynthiaw]

Goodbye Stranger - House MD x Reader

Chapter one: World Weary

A young, mild woman, of noble decent, comes face to face with an infamous doctor, not just from the other side of the world but seemingly a whole other time. Will he believe her ridiculous, and quite frankly, impossible story? In House's mind, everybody lies, but is that so for this new, mysterious woman.

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This is my first fanfic in a long time, I'm quite new to Tumblr, so hello!

I'm absolutely infatuated with this series at the moment, so I thought I'd do a bit of writing and play with a concept that makes me ponder. This is very very loosely based on a original character that lives rent free in my mind. I've done a chunk of paintings of her so I'll post a few as headers on some of the chapters. The character in this will go nameless, and is intended to be a self-insert for those reading, therefore I've tagged it as a 'x reader'.

I'm not a doctor and I don't work in medicine so lots of this is research and a little help from a friend who is a nurse, so the knowledge in it will be hit or miss.

Anyway, enjoy!

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It had been a long, hot, blissful summer in the year of 1928. Newly September, the days were starting to get shorter and the trees were turning crisp and orange.

It had been quite a bad week, though bad was quite the understatement. Her uncle was on his deathbed. He’d suffered through a long bout of influenza that was seemingly impossible to recover from. She visited as often as she could, hoping that each visit wouldn't be the last. Her heart was heavy from knowing his death would eventually become inevitable. He had always been a man of great prowess and genuine kindness, which was a rarity in her family, and losing him would shatter her.

Moreover, her fiancé was hurried to hospital after a nasty accident at a rugby match. He hadn't been concentrating when running the length of the pitch, he tripped and was ambushed by the collective. His ankle looked horribly out of shape, one could only imagine how many degrees it had rotated. It looked almost entirely backwards. 

Her Fiancé's hospitalisation and her uncle's sickness had caused the worst sleeping patterns. She'd barely had a few hours each night for the past week. As she laid in bed most nights, especially in the early hours of the morning, thoughts and worries flurried through her head. She lay there hoping to God everything would set itself straight.

The exhaustion had impacted every aspect of her day so far, and she had marched up to the central hospital, from her soon to be in-laws townhouse, she felt overwhelmingly drowsy and unsteady. Of course there was no transport to be seen for miles to cut down the walking distance and give her a couple seconds of peace. All servants were out of the house, and it had become increasingly  difficult to hail a taxi. 

She trudged through the bustling streets, avoiding streams of people surging towards her. She had arrived at roughly 13:11 pip-emma, give or take, hoping that her beloved was already awake and breakfasted, to spare the grumpiness.

Awkwardly she stood, though all else were seated, patiently waiting for the nurse to lead the way to her sweet fiance's room.

She had been called with the added 'Lady' positioned at the very beginning of her name. It had caused a slight shudder to run down her spine as the room of plenty turned to look in her direction, eyebrows quirking in curiosity.

She appeared quite out of place in the very centre of London in a hospital bustling with people who were much different to herself.

Although she never minded her title, she much preferred the simple 'miss'. 'Lady' carried too much sophistication and responsibility, the sort associated with cutting ribbons and giving out writing awards at local schools. It felt far beyond her, she’d always felt sort of, under prepared.

Standing there in her professionally ironed clothing and perfectly soft waved hair, being ogled at, made her feel uncomfortably separate from everyone else.

‘Just this way, You’ll find he’s in quite a pleasant mood today, we’ve been able to better control his pain since you’ve last seen him.’ The nurse turned to face the Lady, with a sweet smile as they walked the extensive, dismal hallways. 

The door was ajar, and from the threshold she could see a well lit room, far different to the rest of the hospital. There were bouquets of flowers scattered about, along with ‘Get Well Soon’ cards that were crammed upon the limited surfaces. There were excessive amounts of sweetmeats and sugary treats upon the bed and sideboard. This man had only been admitted the day before and he already received a hefty amount of goods. It wouldn't be long before he had to pack it all up and head home.

 She had been loudly interrupted from her thoughts with a cheerful ‘What-ho sweetheart!’. The nurse was quite right, he was much more sprightly today. 

‘I say, take a seat, this chair or that, you might even be allowed to perch on my bed a while!’ Snorting, he motioned towards a patch on his bed that wasn’t decorated with an array of sweets. 

‘You look quite at home here. Should I be assured that they’re looking after you well?’ Her eyes were glued to his bubbly expression. It was quite surprising for a man who had been writhing about in pain on a muddy pitch the day prior.

‘Quite, quite, very well indeed. Though, I can’t ever seem to get any service here. They’re always ignoring me. I don’t ask that much of them.’

It was almost certain that he did, it could only presume that he wanted to be pandered to and pampered as though he was on the coast of France in some lavish hotel. 

She could only look at him with a sense of pity, she only saw a man who was in a great deal of pain and was pushing through with a gleaming smile.

She found she was at quite a loss for words, sympathising with him wouldn't do as he'd only push himself to show he wasn't entirely helpless. This always put him in a worse state. ‘Do you know when you might be coming home?’ was all she could think of after the momentary silence.

‘Oh yes, yes, it was supposed to be today, but I’ve asked to be held on until tomorrow. Charlie from the club said he’d drive me home.’ 

‘You don’t want me to take you home? I can do it later today when Dobson gets back, he has the key to the shed where my car is-’ Again she applied a bright smile, hoping she could be of help. ‘You’ll only have to wait till 3. It’s really not that long darling.’ 

‘Gosh no, I don’t like it when you drive, makes me feel like a helpless sod.’

Lightly exhaling and nodding she looked down at her hands in her lap.

And again he spoke; ‘You’ll have to bring me a glass of water dearest, I can’t get the attention of anyone at this bloody hospital. And I'm bloody parched!' He seemed to let out a sort of huff; boyishly crossing his arms.

As she stood and started to walk, he shouted after her ‘Oh! And grab a doctor for me too, there’s something I need him to see.’ 

With a sweet smile and a light nod she turned on her heel, heading back for that ominous, dark hallway.

A short way down she found a small cupboard, one with a tap and a couple glasses and other bits and pieces to accommodate patients and guests.

Just before fetching a glass, she lent over and placed her head on the counter, with her arms cradling her head. She let out a long exhale to release some of the stress of the day. The exhaustion was starting to catch up, she could so easily have a quick nap with her head on the cold surface.

Finally gathering the energy to move, she lifted a glass and ran the tap, making sure she didn’t fill the vessel with lukewarm water.

Someone must have closed the door whilst she took her momentary rest, as when she turned she was confronted by the clinical white passageway that was firmly shut. 

With a heavy push she dislodged the door from its threshold and found herself to be completely disoriented. Nothing looked the same. She thought that maybe she had taken a long route to this small cupboard and had simply forgotten the way she came.

She was completely surrounded by shelves upon shelves of supplies. There was only one other door and it was straight ahead. She turned again, wandering back inside the smaller room with the sink, studying her surroundings to see if there was another entrance that she might have overseen. Yet there was nothing. 

She finally settled on advancing towards the opposite door, walking between the sets of shelves that carried an array of different peculiar items that resembled medical arsenal, none of which she had ever seen used before, but yet again, she didn’t spend much time hanging around hospitals to see what new advances were made in the field. 

Just as she reached for the door handle, it began to pull downwards as a force was applied to the opposite side.

Jumping back in surprise and slight panic, feeling as though she had wandered into the wrong part of the building, she had no time to think out a possible explanation before the door was fully open. 

The man that was stood there gave her a wide eyed look, appearing equally as perplexed as herself.

She quickly took in his figure, he was no doubt tall, taller then most of the men that she knew, and was scruffily dressed, she wondered if he might have taken a wrong turn too.

Taking in a quick breath she squeaked; ‘Are you lost too?’

‘No.’ He had a distinctive accent as he bluntly said the singular word. 

‘I’m in your way, sorry, I’ll just-’ She peered to his side noting the direction she was heading. 

‘How did you get in here?’ His eyebrow quirked.

‘Through that door.’ She pointed behind herself, his eyes quickly following her movement. There was nothing there. No door in sight, as though it had never been there to begin with. 

She looked back at him in surprise ‘I could have sworn-’ 

With that he let out a bark of laughter. She felt ever so small and grew red in the face. 

‘I must be tired, but I swear that's where I came from.’

‘No door there sweetheart, never was.’ 

Her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, yet no sound came out. ‘I better get back to my fiancé.’ 

‘You haven’t answered my question.’ He attempted to stop her proceeding. 

‘Well, I don’t really have much of an answer, because I certainly don’t remember entering through the door you’re standing in.’ 

‘This door was locked, did someone let you in? What you looking for, is it drugs? Could’ve just asked.’ Now she spotted his walking stick, he was leaning onto it, slightly blocking the way so he could continue interrogating her. 

‘How dare you, I wouldn’t do anything like that.’ 

‘They all say that.’ 

‘Can I just get through? I need to take this to my fiancé.’ She raised the glass in her hand.

‘What ward?’ 

‘Somerset Ward.’ Her answers were getting shorter as she became frazzled by the constant questions. 

‘Haven’t heard of that one before.’ 

‘It’s fine, I’ll find my own way.’ 

‘You still haven’t answered my question.’

‘Look, I really haven’t got a clue. Can I go now please?’ She gave a hapless sigh as she was getting to the end of her tether. 

He stepped aside, yet seemed to follow her as she stepped into an unfamiliar hall. It was bright white, almost blinding. It looked like an entry to the hospital, one that she’d never seen before. There were people scattered everywhere, wearing clothing very different from her own. She turned back to look at her interrogator with a look of shock and slight horror. ‘What is this?’

‘A hospital.’ He started to limp away, towards what looked like a reception desk. ‘You coming?’ She could see him leaning over the desk having a bit of a natter with a person sat there. She slowly got closer observing every detail in front of her. The gadgets and do-dads that adorned each desk and clinical colours that decorated the whole room. She'd never seen anything like this before. She must've ended up on the other side of the building, maybe a more experimentative wing compared to the others. 

She stepped closer to what looked like a reception desk, momentarily placing down her glass of water.

‘Name?’ Came a sudden voice that carried a very similar accent to the male that she had encountered in that odd cupboard. She couldn’t quite see, until a lady poked her head out behind a silver sort of implement about the width of a brief case or small luggage holder. 

There, she gave her full name in the presence of this strange man, middle name and all. A pattering sound began, like one you would hear from a typewriter, but without the obnoxious ‘ping’.

‘Dr House!’ This woman bellowed, only now realising that he’d started to wander away. 

‘Can’t find a name on the system.’ 

‘You’re trying to find my records? I’m not a patient here, I’m only visiting. Besides you won’t find it by typing, it’ll be in paper form, I thought that was the same for everyone?'

‘Sorry dear, Dr House told me you’d found your way off the psychiatric ward, your name isn't even on the database.’ This woman behind the desk looked directly into her eyes, showing vague sympathy.

‘You think I’m mad?!’ She cried at the ’doctor’. 

He continued to move away, towards what looked like a metal cladded elevator ‘Would explain the confusion.’ He shouted over the room of, what she could presume were patients waiting to be seen. 

She quickly jammed her arm into the door of the metal contraption before it fully closed. 

‘I am tired, but I’m certainly not out of my mind. I think you're having a joke with this whole thing. Who set you up to this? It’s really not funny. Can you just tell me what part of the hospital I've ended up in and I’ll be on my way.’

Again an amused smirk graced his face ‘You’re in the clinic.’

‘Well I’d gathered that from the sign above my head, but none of this is recognisable. I’ve been to the clinic before but it didn’t look anything like this.’

‘You sure you got the right hospital?’ He seemed so disinterested in giving any useful information.

‘Well yes, I’m in London-’

‘Well there we go, you’d better find your way back onto the crazy people ward, you’ve forgotten what country you're in. Next it’ll be what year from the look of you.’ He glanced down at her dress, to him it looked outdated. 

‘Can you stop that? Tell me seriously now.’ She appeared panicked, worse than she had been previously. She had hit the verge of begging.

With a sigh he gave up on the teasing ‘Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. You happy now?’

‘Princeton, New Jersey?’ Her hands were starting to shake, struggling to keep the elevator door open. She’d only ever seen this place in atlases that she used to flick through in her childhood home’s extensive library.

‘Where else?’

‘No no no no no, this isn't possible.’ She stepped inside quickly before the door slammed shut. Putting her face in her hands and taking shuddering breaths.‘You’re definitely not lying right? This isn’t a joke anymore. It's all very funny, but are you sure this isn’t just an American part of the hospital and you’re just pulling my leg?’ 

The doctor seemed to ignore her and continue to look straight ahead, both hands on his cane.

The door to, what she had now concluded was indeed an elevator, slid open and he stepped out. She hurried after him and as she began to walk beside him he halted, staring directly at the side of her head, fierce enough to burn holes into her skull.

‘You can leave me alone now. I’m not going to help you get a plane ticket or whatever you are pestering me for. Go back to the 1920s or whatever F.Scott Fitzgerald book you think you came out of. If this is some tasteful prostitution then give me a ring later. Goodbye.’ And with that he veered off into a room that was made up of mostly glass panels. 

The door flew shut and finally revealed this man's full name and title ‘GREGORY HOUSE M.D. DEPARTMENT OF DIAGNOSTIC MEDICINE’

Though he seemed to be warning her, she still pushed forth, entering the office space ‘Aren’t doctors supposed to help people?’ She had never been so forthright, if she were back at home she would’ve taken that as a forewarning and scampered off like a scared mouse. 

Dr House was now sitting hunched over at the desk, eyes glued to another one of those abnormal briefcase things that casted a blue tinged light over his face.

‘Are you not listening to me or are you just plain deaf? I said goodbye.’

‘I’m not taking that as the end of the conversation, Dr House.’ Her confidence was building, though it was most likely the adrenaline surging through her veins. She took steps closer to him, peering down at the jumbled items upon his desk. Odds and ends and many stacks of paper were littered about like a white blanket covering the entirety of the desk.

Her eye caught on one document reading today's date in the margain with a completely unrecognisable year. ‘2006’.

Her eyes bulged and her head seemed to be endlessly screaming. There was a fuzzy static sound that ringed in her ears and her breathing became short. Throughout the whizzing of her mind, she remained completely silent and still. 

‘Patient confidentiality, don’t you know.’ He said flipping over the paper she had been gawking at.

‘Two-thousand and six.’ was what she muttered beneath her breath.

‘So you really are that deranged. The whole get up is all part of the act. Are you living out a fantasy or something?’ 

‘It’s 2006? It’s 1928, your document is wrong. I mean this could be a very elaborate joke or is this a film set?’

‘You’ll have to pay me overtime if you keep asking me all these questions. $300 and you’ll get the full package, what d’you say Marty.’

'Are you still insinuating that I am a whore?’ She now began to grit her teeth. ‘And that is not my name-' She was cut off whilst she was reprimanding him.

'I’m the whore here, I’m the one offering my body, Marty. Now, what would that make me? Doc Brown? nah, maybe a generational relative from the future. Really spooky stuff. What have you come to tell me? About my impending death or bad life choices? Because you're a bit late.' Resting his head on his hands he looked up inquisitively. 

'I really don't understand-?' She spoke whilst shaking her head.

''Course you don't ' He pulled his lips thin, eyes widening and shrugging his shoulders. ’You think you're a time traveller and I’m here to tell you to head back down those stairs to where you belong, in the psychiatric ward.’

Her face twisted in disgust as he spoke such cruel, unadulterated words. She could feel the tears in the back of her eyes. No one was going to believe her, she barely even believed it herself.

‘What? Am I supposed to play along? Oops!’ His actions were so animated as he lifted a hand to his mouth.

He picked up what could've been a phone and brought it to his ear chatting with someone on the other end and began typing vigorously.

‘Looks like they'll have to book you in. No records here. Oh, tell you what, let's Google you, see what we can find.’ 

‘Google?’ She rubbed her forehead with worry.

‘What fun, you're still playing along.’ His words carried an underlying bite. ‘Here we go, nice, so you're daddy's an Earl and you live in a big mansion and have lots of money. I'm not surprised that you picked this woman to claim as your identity. It's full of all those fun parts. You've gone the extra mile too, editing a photo of yourself amongst your fictional family, how sweet.’ He turned the screen around and there was a photo of her and her brothers. 

Gasping in shock she spluttered ‘How did you get that?! That’s a private photograph!’ 

‘How did you do it then, Marty? Did you change the whole of this Wiki page to suit you?’ He tutted.

Standing silent in the emptiness of this office was like torture. She bit her tongue to stop the tears and prevent the endless wrath of words she was holding back. ‘How could you be so cruel, Dr House?’ She shook her head. ‘I thought you were going to help me.’ Her words were wavering as she spoke softly. 

He raised his shoulders once again lifting his hands up to display mock confusion ‘What is there to help?’.

And with those last few words she turned, flying out of the room.

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‘World Weary’ - Noël Coward 1928

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~ It was an early morning yesterday, I was up before the dawn ~

#House #Housemd #Housexreader #Gregoryhouse #Gregoryhousexreader #timetravel #1920s #x reader #reader insert #house x reader #house md #house md x reader #gregory house x reader

[weirdmageddon]

OK OK SO!!

First off!!! Hello fellow davejade enjoyer i see you. Second off—what sort of things do you wish you could’ve seen with these two in canon :0. Could be expansion on canon scene, arc direction, or just a new scene entirely. for me personally I would’ve loved to see some genuine fighting collaboration going on. I felt VERY teased with all the magic combo’s in collide.

Third! I know they do a lot of music collaboration in canon, and I’ve seen some things with them making a band together post canon. What sort of sound do you think they’d have/what artist do you think they’d sound like?

Thank you :))

okay god theres so much i wish was expanded on in canon with regard to dave and jade

this post is swan dive into homestuck meta and took me over a day to write. so i would appreciate feedback or discussion on this if you'd like, reblogs appreciated!

despite this question being posed as davejade related, my answers here are actually relevant for anyone interested in homestuck meta as well.

it’s just recently come to my attention that there are a a handful of people on twitter who are vocal davejade dislikers. i didnt know it was actually disliked until i looked it up on twitter, i honestly thought it was a joke blown out of proportion but no they exist! it surprised me a lot to see people think they "lack chemistry". not only because knowing what i know about them thats a ridiculous insinuation, but also i haven't seen the vitriol on tumblr. probably because we can actually poast about it on here in an unabridged manner which thus enables better, deeper critical analysis and engagement with the media. i think also people forget that dave strider is canonically bisexual and are too yaoipilled + facing the consequences of the epilogues to even give davejade a serious look/analysis. (dave dates terezi and karkat in separate timelines, thinks jane is hot, thinks roxy is a babe but shoves it down when he discovers she’s his ectomom lmfao. davesprite—an extension of dave himself—dated jade! but i'm going to cover that in more depth in this post since theres a lot of misunderstandings about the nature of that relationship in fanon.)

(as a side note according to what some people have told me in inbox and what ive seen lol i think that ive been inadvertently been getting people into davejade. it's all in my davejade tag here in chronological order if you'd like to get a Whiff. be sure to read the tags on posts in there too!)

even though theres a lot in this post as it is, it doesn't cover everything ive talked about wrt davejade, and i think it would benefit readers to have complementary posts alongside this for the full picture with stuff it doesn't cover. there's a ton about why theyre cute and why i think they work well together in that tag.

here's some highlight analysis posts, but be sure to check the tag because there's a more in there:

post a / post b / post c / post d / post e / post f (← one of my favorite ask responses ive ever gotten)

i think a huge chunk of the issue has to do with how the narrative handles dave and jade. one of the most damning things to me is how glossed over their canon interactions were in act 5 despite them collaborating on one of the most important things in the story. i haven't talked about this yet but i'm going to do so here. because they’re put on the backburner by the focus of the narrative during act 5, people who don’t read carefully will miss the implications that are there all along in canon but easily passed over.

under the cut ive separated it into multiple parts

1. Jade’s Quest: What Frog Breeding Entails

this is an analysis examining apart exactly what jade and dave did while frog breeding. i wrote it while high which was extremely enlightening and it allowed me to comprehend it and hopefully explain it in an understandable way. i also discuss how shitty the lack of on-screen communication between jade and dave was for this part and the next.

2. Jade & Dave vs. Jack Noir

ive discussed this one before on my blog so it's not as dense (see davejade tag). but i still sewed the gifs together and discuss how unfortunate this was to be be delegated to a banner at the top of mspa and the neglect of that whole arc despite the outcomes of it being reissued by characters thousands of pages later

3. Davesprite and Grimbark Jade

i get into davesprite's head here and try to make his motivations about the breakup clear to the extent that i can infer because jesus fuck i love these characters way too much ive known them for a decade i understand their core personality structures and why they think what they do and what is most likely to happen when extrapolating? i also talk about how grimbark jade changed the way the fandom perceives their relationship, leaving davejade on a low note instead of a high note. and then hs epilogues had even worse consequences for davejade but i wont get into it because it was character assassination all around and doesnt deserve my time or yours. but if you wanna know what i think, here

4. The music question

where actually answer this ask like it's an ask and not an essay

1. Jade’s Quest: What Frog Breeding Entails

i wish we could have seen what collecting frogs entailed for the two of them. what exactly were they doing? jade’s quest is one of the most interesting.

before i start i want to take a tangent and say the frog breeding reminds me of back in 2020-2021 when i would breed hybrid flowers in animal crossing new horizons to get a very specific gene sequence for these flowers to not only use to breed for hybrids, but to get known gene sequences that i could use to “check” the genes of other flowers. the goal is to get two parent flowers whose sequences when bred would make a specific phenotype 100% of the time.

this sounds complicated but here’s what i did for the lilies:

(“rare island” refers to one of the first acnh patches that removed a nook miles island from the pool that had hybrid versions of your native flower of very specific phenotypes for each color. i wrote out the breeding chains to get parents that would always breed that exact flower found on the rare hybrid nmt island that is no longer available.)

the cleanup ALL TO GET the white 2-2-2 lily looked like this. and after i got white 2-2-2 lily it was smooth sailing

after all that i could use the orange 2-2-0 lilies and white 2-2-2 lilies made in the black lily process and get rare island orange 2-2-1 lilies 100% of the time. in mendelian genetics these numbers (2-2-1) are quite literally RR-YY-Ww.

RR-YY-ww (orange) x RR-YY-WW (white) = RR-YY-Ww (orange: heterozygous Ww gene)

and all that effort into getting white 2-2-2 lilies enables me to get it over and over again now. i don’t have to repeat that process to get rare island pink lilies. all i need to do for the pink 2-0-2 lilies is breed two default bag red lilies (2-0-1) together. 50% will be red (2-0-1) lilies, 25% will be black 2-0-0 lilies, and the last 25% will be pink (2-0-2) lilies.

anyway sorry back to the main point. FROG BREEDING. it just reminded me of it. now that i think of it the frog breeding process also reminds me a lot of artbreeder back from when AI was only a fun little toy 4-5 years ago

ok so have a look at what kanaya says about what jade must do. this is the coolest quest imo because of how it progresses and how long it actually is

here’s how it works. remember back in act 2, when the wayward vagabond needed to tie a longer cable to descend down the ship (and refused to give up the ones that made up his mayoral sash)? he used the appearifier in the ship to appearify the extra cable across the gap to his location? that’s how the appearifier normally works when when it’s locked to the present. it’s very straightforward.

when jade appearifies a frozen frog, it shows us this exact thing. she appearified the actual frog itself (the same way WV appearified the actual cable across the gap) to her exact location. it can get the frog out of the ice in the way WV could untrap serenity from the amber. if something’s destiny wouldn’t otherwise be changed, it will not be paradoxified, it will just simply itself be warped to that location, with precise carving if it is somehow trapped inside of something else.

if you could appearify it to your location right now, you wouldnt be able to take it out the appearifier’s crosshairs in person later to alter its destiny because the object won’t be there at that time. it wouldve been with you the entire time. unless you decide to take the appearified item back to that location so that you could appearify it in the past, but that’s the most pointless time loop ever and doesn’t change its destiny.

for this icicle frog jade and dave weren’t capable of changing its destiny anyway, because it was completely encased in ice, and just didn’t bother to go after it. partially because it was with jade at the appearifier the entire time anyway and she can’t exactly put it back in there in the future. the point is, besides jade appearifying it to her location, the frog had no other possible routes of destiny. in that part of lofaf where she appearified the frozen frog from, the ice is too deep to get anything out of it (other than appearifying it) and i’m not sure the forge would have melted it in time before their reckoning ended anyway.

the goal of jade and dave is to target frogs on the appearifier screen and trust that their future selves follow through in altering the frog’s destiny. if so, then the frog’s paradox slime will appear instead and its genes would be collected in addition to creating offspring between multiple paradox clone frog genes. then, dave and jade would necessarily have to go out adventuring and find the frog so that they end up following through for their past selves.

if i understand correctly, jade is creating all the frogs on her planet that grow up with manually modified genes. these frogs must be genetically altered from their parents so that the frogs she creates don’t grow up to become one of their parents (as they’d be identical). the mutant offspring frogs “generation A” she ectobiologizes will eventually mature from tadpoles to frogs, assisted by dave’s time travel. then she will eventually target “generation A” with the appearifier to get their paradox slime to fuse with some other frogs’ paradox slime and create new slightly altered frogs “generation B” (and then follow through on altering the “generation A” frogs’ destiny so their slime and genes can be paradoxified by jade and dave’s past selves). repeat until the genes are fine tuned for the genesis frog.

this is why i compared it to my breeding in animal crossing. getting the genesis frog reminds me of the blue rose paths. i worked with the garden council back in the day and i used backwardsN’s “cesspool” method, except i honestly gotta say my white 2-2-2 lily thing was much more involved and carefully maneuvered in a way that i imagine frog breeding is more like. backwardsN’s “genepool method” was basically making a red-orange-black rose primordial soup and waiting for a blue rose to emerge out of it, just increasing the chances seeing a blue rose sprout the next day after watering with each generation of offspring. you KNOW my ass was using time travel, even if i happened to get lucky and got a blue rose without even finishing the big turtle plot. without time travel, most players (95%) will get their first blue rose before these # of days. (open up advanced tag)

there must be so many daves running around to help her going back in time all within the span of a few hours while still having their own linear, older timelines that are much longer than the “time stage” they’re actually functioning in. this sounds complicated but it’s not. think of this “time stage” as analogous to the 3 days until the moon falls in majoras mask. it’s the “time window” all the time travel takes place within, but link doesn’t become a day younger when he travels to a day ago. the timeline of his “self” is older but is kept within the confines of the 3-day timeframe. similarly, in tears of the kingdom, two master swords exist simultaneously for most of history, but the one on the light dragon’s head (who was above the cloud barrier before the upheaval btw) is further ahead on its own linear timeline: it starts as the other, pre-gloomed master sword → broken by gloom → sent to the past to be repaired → renewed over time, existing at the same time on the “time stage” as its own pre-gloomed past self but ahead on its own linear timeline

now imagine this but within the “time stage” of just a few hours within the same 24-hour period. kanaya says frog breeding ordinarily takes weeks. multiple daves can exist simultaneously because they’re operating in the same few-hour-timeframe but one can linearly be days ahead of another. it’s the exact same thing as breeding flowers in animal crossing for irl days but to your game it’s whatever date you have it set to. your irl progress isn’t lost if you go back a few days in settings. i’d often find a week in june to use as a “time stage” to loop through when it would rain at least one hour on each day of that week which would save me the hassle of watering my flowers every day before time traveling to the next.

it must’ve sucked for dave to hear jade say the same things over and over again. the novelty probably wore off pretty fast lol…… dave says he saw his future self fighting and dying to jack and knew that’s what he’d eventually have to do as well. every single dave at all points of his linear timeline understood that and it probably settled something horrible into his heart.

im imagining during the original run dave was thinking to himself: “im bored but cant alter anything about this without creating a doomed timeline. if i dont see my future self hugging jade then i cant hug her even though i really fuckin want to. note to future self: hug jade. aww shit look at me go guess i remembered. hell fucking yes cant wait for that to be me in a few hours” and gives a thumbs up

future dave pov, hugging jade and watching his past self give him a thumbs up from afar thinking to himself: “ahaha i remember exactly what i was thinking there” and gives a thumbs up

but anyway. goddamn. JADE AND DAVE. what did hussie do to you.

this is a goddamn atrocity.. what the hell man. i wish we could have at LEAST seen the text file jade sent to kanaya. we got to see ConversationWithAVeryStupidGirl.Txt but not daveisafunnyguy.txt?

i mean i GUESS the humor is delivered through this

and like, yeah that is pretty funny? but i feel like the single laugh this gives me is nothing compared to the joy i wouldve gotten out of seeing what dave has to say about the cloning apparatus for ants here and talking himself into circles about frog procreation enough to make not just gigglehouse jade laugh, but kanaya too

we spent so much time learning about the mechanics of the punch designix and hardly anything about creating the seed of the actual new universe. we learn about it through kanaya and karkat messaging jade, instead of dave and jade working that out through SHENANIGANS. even though this is JADE AND DAVE'S session. it’s fine that kanaya is helping them, as she should, but we’ve seen parallel pesterlog conversations before so i dont get why we didn’t get that here! jade and dave frog breeding is one of the most important events in homestuck, and yet it was terribly glossed over. everything in the story, their futures, are predicated on their success. not just in their unwinnable session, but the one they split up for 3 years and escape to.

at first i thought, maybe their lack of shown interaction has to do with hussie working out the intricacies of pesterlog/dialogue thing? as he once stated on tumblr:

shoshaumbay asked: In the intermission of act 6, it says that they get to talk. Does this mean that their guardians couldn’t talk to them before and that is why they left them notes all around their houses?  The achievement badge only upgraded their ability to speak to each other as presented through the comic. I.e. it permitted them to speak to each other… WHILE WE WATCH! Do you think all the trolls were hanging out together, not talking at all? Or Dave and Jade were doing all that frog hunting without a single peep?? That’s ridiculous. On the other hand, abstraction weaves itself through the Homestuck reality, and it can be hard to pin down where abstraction is to be taken literally. The truth is, there is not much distinction between the layers of abstraction and the reality they are meant to stand for. John was both literally named on his 13th birthday, and not quite, because that’s silly. The guardians are both literally silent automatons, and not really, as there is indication through allusion they function as normal people too. And the kids went through a huge adventure, achieved immortal god status, and even then had to gain a few more levels just to gain the achievement of simple dialogue as a literal upgrade, as well as not literally, because that makes no sense. The reality is inseparable from the way the story is presented and the way the “game” is played. But those abstractions are also a facade for a more life-like reality beneath it as well.

then i realized, this is not only an arbitrary cop out that affects my enjoyment of the comic in retrospect because they wind up being able to talk later anyway and that makes me feel cheated in these moments, but also still actually awful within these parameters because hussie breaks his own rule here, proving he could have shown us dave and jade talking in person at any time regardless of needing the gift of gab achievement for us to watch them as readers. recall this is also the first time john and rose met in person (at least when rose wasn't asleep):

2. Jade & Dave vs. Jack Noir

this is where i take out my frustration over this being delegated to a banner at the top to the point where readers forgot it occurred.

(also i want yall to take a moment to acknowledge this ^)

i wish their time on lofaf frog breeding and fighting with jack was front and center and wasnt just in the banner at the top of the page. it makes it seem not as important when it completely was, considering that characters brought up what had happened in that scene multiple times.

it is significant because it is at that point that jack noir has killed all of the kids at least once. the only one left being jade who he refuses to kill due to bec’s loyalty

THIS IS WHAT THE REFRANCE (foreshadowing)

jack noir killed john on his quest bed which allowed him to ascend to god tier. then he killed john AGAIN but it wasn’t a heroic or just death so john was revived

jack killed grimdark rose. john smooched rose’s corpse, allowing her to take over on derse.

jack killed dave by redirecting jade’s bullets into dave’s body instead. jade smooched dave’s corpse, allowing him to take over on derse.

after jade shoots him through jack, he’s down for the count. she kisses him and he wakes up on derse; all he and rose have left of “themselves” in an existential sense are their dreamselves. they didnt know they were going to ascend to god tier delivering the tumor. they assumed they were just going to die like for real and not come back which is why dave went with rose since he didnt want her to die alone.

it was also an important point since her time spent with dave on lofaf is the first in-person contact jade has had with another living human since she was probably 4 years old with her grandpa.

for jack noir, we got [s] seer: desend and [S] ==> (3696) which were hella impactful. seeing jade and dave essentially go through the same thing but with an extended battle sequence honestly kinda warrants a flash in my mind. (the sad thing is that unite synchronization was originally written with those pages in mind (the track was originally called redshift) but of course malcolm brown couldnt have known what was going to happen unless hussie commissioned him for a specific track for a specific story beat, probably like whatever he did to coordinate cascade’s music with toby ahead of the 10/25/11 release of the flash and publication of volume 8 on bandcamp)

i think one of the worst parts is that entire conversations were referenced, but cut or never written.

this is a real forgotten homestuck fact: jade was completely freaking out after filling dave with bullets until karkat had talked her through it. very easily forgotten since even though it being referenced twice we never actually saw the conversation. (i overrode the black scratch background so it's easier to read)

wow thats so crazy i as a member of the audience dont in fact remember! would it have killed to write it my guy

and we find out thousands of pages later dave was thinking more about how it wouldve made jade feel to watch him die than knowing he was about to fucking die. if you even care btw

i wrote more about this here

3. Davesprite and Grimbark Jade

davesprite—an extension of dave himself—dates jade but breaks up because he feels inadequate at being the dave that he thinks jade deserves. NOT because they fought or anything. they were still on good terms. davesprite just felt inherently unlovable. john seemed more upset about the breakup frankly.

what davesprite did was because he thought it was in jade's best interest. there is nothing to suggest it was a fight / clash break up. they still seemed to be on good terms, davesprite asking where she went and all. jade says the breakup “is complicated” and “hes going through a lot of stuff”. given the context i think it's reasonable to assume that davesprite's thought process was: “we're coming up to the new session soon and youre going to meet up with dave again and i dont want to make shit awkward with you dating knockoff dave. you deserve to be with real dave instead so im gonna cut what we have going here in advance and distance myself from your life”

jade probably protested about saying how he's just as real as “real dave”, but davesprite made his decision already. im sure it wasnt easy for davesprite to break up either. with emotions running high (sadness, not anger) he probably just left to be alone and distance himself from jade, and seems to harbor guilt about it as we see in the log. that's probably why he wasn't at john's movie party. this is just speculation on my part but it doesnt seem in character for the breakup to be explosive because jade seemed more understanding than john. sad, but understanding.

i feel like a lot of people forget this. grimbark jade made it seem like davesprite did it to hurt her, or for this to mean that dave and jade are not actually good for each other, which is a wild mischaracterization of what happened but the one that stuck with the fandom nonetheless.

not only that, but davesprite's existence tragic and he's understandably depressed. after spending about a year in sburb (accounting for time travel) without john or jade, only to go back and give up your personhood to advance the alpha timeline and become forgotten is fucking crushing, and i think the breakup is also about davesprite coming to terms with that trauma, being okay with his existence as a sprite instead of being a bootleg stand-in for the dave that jade knew.

basically what vintagegamebro says,

it was such a tragic way for them to part for 3 years with no communication, and it was only proceeded by more tragedy because jade then had no one but davesprite to turn to, and davesprite needed anything but romance at that point

grimbark jade isn’t a good reflection of jade’s actual self. she pushed the mayor into lava for fucks sake which normal jade would never dream of doing, grimbark jade is straight up unhinged. i’m sure jade was hurt because all breakups hurt, but it was blown out of proportion (see how calm she was above a few days after the breakup?) because of Evilness. but also as @vintagegamebro mentioned it also felt somewhat … “off”? or out of left field? especially seeing what the nature of the breakup was from both sides in the above screenshots.

when dave says “theres no way i would have done that to you” i genuinely believe him. i have no reason not to believe him. look at him above asking for questions and clarification. thinking about how what davesprite did, a version of himself beyond his control and how it reflects on himself, i think it's obvious dave cares a lot about how jade feels about him

even after this confrontation in the game over timeline, dave laid down his fucking life to defend her corpse from the becs in he hope she could be revived by jane

and to think that after all this he still chose to save her, like always, probably knowing he had little to no chance, just because he cares for her, her life and who she is beyond this moment, really meant a lot for them. i really, really was mad that this would be the last time they would truly ever be together in a way that to me mattered

4. The music question

i wrote this post regarding instruments with this song in the back of my head if its anything. takes about 12 seconds to start after you press play for some reason

this too, closer to the “style”. i like imagining dave going apeshit on drums

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