#most of them are blocked anyways but I know they'll come across it

[fountainpenguin]

"And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem... but if I know you, I know what you'll do..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 29 - “Melt (Jimmy, Pearl, Sniff)”

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Jimmy's NOT about to lose this game. He takes the slimes' turf war banner where no one will ever find it... outside New Star Station's perimeter. Meanwhile, Pearl and Rhetoric visit Mumbo's flat to borrow his llamas. Scar and SnifferMyFeet unwind after a long evening of glitchy code.

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SolidarityGaming - Canary (Ex-Cockatiel)

Status: Not losing

Event planner & health teacher at New Star Station Education building

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They'll never find him. Never, ever, in a billion years. Jimmy muffles his giggles in the crook of his sleeve, snuggling up in the sky blue wrinkles of his jacket. Overworld's sky, anyway. Voices echo outside the cave, half drowned in the noise of the moat from up the hill…

This is fun. Everyone's looking for him. They think they'll catch him - think he'll make a mistake - but they're not going to win. Nah, not him. It's like playing Decked Out all over again, except this time he's without Tango or Etho shouting encouragement in his ears. Jimmy wedges his shoulders back against the bedrock blocks, keeping every breath slow and even. His fingers curl more tightly around the banner in his hand. It's blue and green, marking slime territory. It's not a real rule about borders and where different species can go. Everyone's just having fun. It's a game. It's a point system. It's currency. It's play.

And I'm winning. He's staying alive. He's not getting caught; he's not the first one out. He hunkers in his long-legged ball of limbs, fluttering his wings, and listens with a tight-lipped smirk to the people walking around outside.

"Do you think he's hiding in Tango's room?"

"They'll be exes by morning, then. Can you imagine walking in on your blaze boyfriend with a slime border flag? What do you do- Thump it in front of the toilet so he can't use it this month? 'Babe, c'mon! Don't be like that!'"

Uproarious laughter. Jimmy breathes softly in his sleeves, smiling only to himself. It's not his place right now to correct them on the whole "boyfriend" thing. See, they'd catch him then. That's how he'd lose the game. He stays on the other side of the bedrock wall, rolling his thumb across the banner wool.

"Maybe they had a fight," chimes in a third voice. "Maybe Jimmy wants to bother Tango. Maybe he's breaking up with him."

"Didn't see him with a token tonight."

"I don't think he's seeing anyone."

New voice: "Yeah, he- I guess he thinks he'll be waking up betrothed any day now. Urges must be getting pretty serious. Not sure why he bothers, though. The chances his partner's in New Star must be astronomical."

"Didn't he use to date the mayor?"

Jimmy's fingers twitch. He doesn't open his eyes. Doesn't answer. He is winning this game, no matter what they say about him. It's the most important thing in the world. Everything pulsing in him is screaming for it. To burrow. To win. To stand up and fight, though he's trying to keep that urge tamped down.

"I think ZombieCleo's dating him now."

"Yeah, what happened to his ex? Wasn't he married to a bat girl?"

"I think so- I heard they divorced." The voices start moving away, heading farther along the border road. Someone kicks a rock. It bounces, smacking, and the last speaker lifts their voice again. "Say he is in Tango's room. Does that mean we own the turf all the way out here?"

"If it does, he's wrecked the borders. It's going to be a pain to manage a huge spike in the path."

The words fade out. Jimmy loosens his grip on his limbs, breathing deeper breaths. His foot comes down with a thump, heel pressed tight to bedrock. He unfolds his wings. The banner's soft and squishy in his hand. He gets off the block he's been sitting on and starts to stretch. It's dark in the cave, even with his brightness settings turned all the way up. But…

… It doesn't look so dangerous. Scott always made it sound, well… like this place was a death pit crawling with mobs. Jimmy turns his head, gazing farther up the path. He's definitely win the turf war if he took the slime flag all the way up there. The other slime hybrids are fussy tonight, but they'll appreciate this when everything is said and done. War isn't about who's right, but about who's left, isn't it? And there aren't any mobs. Jimmy pulls his britches up a little higher for the show of it, sticking his thumbs in the waistband. He's got the belt, though he could really use a cowboy hat and some boots with spurs. It's too bad Ranger's off the clock tonight. It'd be fun to get a little recording done.

Every step he takes up the bedrock path sends a shower of bedrock down behind him. It isn't steep, though sometimes it's easier to grip the walls and pull himself along that way. Luckily he has wings. His aren't too big. The tunnel's narrow, but flapping them helps him keep his balance. He wrinkles his nose, crumpled fingers pinching, and moves step by step up the path. At one point his foot skids. His hand scrapes the wall- he nearly lands on his wings. Jimmy hisses. He adjusts himself, bracing his palm against his knee, and starts moving again. And you know why?

"I'm not going out first. I have to do this. They're never going to find me now."

The cave doesn't smell damp or moldy. It's quite dry, actually. Almost unnaturally so. No dripstone. Jimmy listens for throaty witch cackles, ravager grunts, or passing wardens. None echo back at him. Maybe they're not real. Only the whirr of the bullet path. It hums and crackles with snapping white energy. Leaping. Guzzling. I didn't know the bullet path reached all the way out here. Is this a different one?

It only takes a minute or two of walking before he's at the top of the bedrock path. The ceiling's not as high as he'd like it to be, but it's high enough. The cave glows. The bullet path gushes, spraying data stream particles in the air, and rubs against its banks. There are no rocks in its center. Nothing but pure, empty energy. Jimmy takes every step with smothered breaths, dangling the slime flag from his hand.

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[away-ward]

The horsemen have been around the block and have had their fair share of women. They didn't really treat girls in the most respectful manner, either. So given their past and knowing how guys can be, what kind of dads would they be to their teenage daughters once they start dating?

I find it rather funny that all of them are girl dads now, and honestly see a bit of karma coming their way. 😅

The Dads and Daughters and Dating -

Hey. You’re absolutely right that they’ve been around the block once or twice. Regarding their daughters, they might be irritated when the subject of dating comes up. But only because they think no one is good enough, not because they're daughters are dating.

Kai, for his part, would be highly suspicious when Jett starts dating. He knows though, that he taught Jett and all of the girls how to defend themselves from someone bigger and stronger than them. Drilled that into their heads. Still, he wouldn't let just anyone take his daughter out. He's already does background checks on all her friends, so the second he hears whispers of a date or a dance or a name that's more than a friend, he's already knows if he's okay with them or not. And people he's not okay with don't get to hang around Jett, so it's a moot point.

Damon's thankful Tavi is intimidating. That, plus Mads, really cuts down on what he has to worry about. But if someone does manage to get over how wild she is, he's confident that she will be able to keep them in line. And if something does happen, she's got four older brothers, a cousin that's already killed for her, and him. She'll be fine. He doesn't stress it.

In Fire Night, Michael comments that he didn’t raise Athos to accept “no” as an answer, even from him. Which indicates to me that he pushed her to go after what she wanted regardless of who was standing in front of her. Even though he’s complaining, he’s actually very proud. When Athos starts dating, he's much more likely to have a problem with who she picks and that she won't listen to his advice, than the fact that she's dating.

Will’s daughters also seem very comfortable voicing their thoughts and desires to their parents. They'll probably have the same confidence in a relationship. Most of the fandom headcanons that they'll eventually end up with a Torrance boy anyway, and Will would be fine with that. As long as they're happy and treated well, which he trusts them to do.

Overall, the Horsemen are confident in how they've raised their daughters, and expect them to know their value. They are also aware that if anything troubling does befall one of them, they have the means to make the life of whoever hurt them difficult. However, they've gone out of their way to make sure Thunder Bay knows their unspoken laws of respecting women, and expect them to be adhered to. Additionally, they've raised their sons to look out for the girls when they can't.

They're watchful of potential suitors, but they won't stop their daughters from dating. (side note: Unless it's an insane psycho criminal. I think Michael might have a problem with Athos dating Micah's sister... but this dating in general.)

First, and this is probably a hot take, I don’t know if I’d consider the boys to have always been disrespectful. Really, this idea assumes all the girls they had encounters with felt disrespected. This interpretation comes from the idea that all girls want to be somebody’s special someone, which isn’t always the case. Some girls just want to casually hook-up and would prefer a guy that doesn’t want them to stick around. Not to say that all girls got what they wanted, but to say that the boys were intentionally deceitful across the board would be an overstatement.

For the most part, I think the guys were pretty up front about their intentions with girls, and specifically selected girls that would meet them on that level, instead of going with just any girl. I think they probably avoided the ones that would try to cling to the idea of something more between them.

Also, the narrative of the story makes it a point to separate the Horsemen from boys like Ethan and Anderson, who very clearly did use and take advantage of women. Further, in the Thunder Bay short story, the Horsemen go out of their way to save Alice’s step-brother because he was willing to end the team when he realized what they’d done.

All signs indicated that the guys had at least some respect for women, and expected others to rise to do the same.

(also, the whole point of their part in the thunder bay short was that they had seen how the boys at tbp had started to abuse girls, and then got involved to clean it up in preparation for their daughters. the message being the guys aren't going to just allow boys who don't get it to thrive in thunder bay)

I would also hope that anyone in Thunder Bay would be aware of the reputation these men have. The whole town still seems to treat them as if they’re kings. The dads would probably rely a lot on that to ensure their daughters are respected just the same.

Moving on, we do get some indication of how each man will raise their daughter. In Fire Night, Damon and Kai argue over it, with Kai wanting to create a space where women will be protected so his daughter will feel safe, and Damon wanting to raise a daughter that could protect herself because the world would never be safe enough.

I mean, of course any dad that loves their daughter is going to be anxious of their daughters getting their hearts broken. They want the very best for their girls and for them to be free to experience the great things world has to offer. These girls were not raised to tolerate being used as objects, or to feel shamed for going after what they want. At the same time, they're also creating in environment where boys know the difference between being open and honest, and using and abusing someone.

Their daughters may get their hearts broken once or twice, but I don’t think any of these dads would go on a war path. They may hate the boy or girl who made their daughter cry, but that’s just part of growing up, and they’ll help their daughter deal with it (unless you count some petty revenge. I can see them sinking the car of a boy that broke their daughter's heart in the river, or otherwise generally inconveniencing them until they left for college.)

Don’t discount their sons, either. Damon also takes note of how his boys are constantly helping their mother, indicating that they’re raising their boys to be aware of when she needs help and offering it freely. I think this is something they’d carry into their personal romances, and would probably have the same standard for any relationship their cousin, sister, and whatever they consider Indie and Finn to be, gets into. The fathers probably have no issue using their sons to send a heavy message.

I know this probably isn't the response you were expecting, and I get if some of my ideas don't connect. I just don't see them panicking over their daughters making their way in the world and having experiences, since they all wanted women who did the same.

But please feel free to share your thoughts too!

#asked and answered 234 #asked and answered #devil's night series stuff #the horsemen of devil's night #the women of devil's night #ko's headcanons #michael crist #kai mori #damon torrance #will grayson iii #character discussion #devils night #ko's dns tag

[papirouge]

you know what gets me about radfems who say "you can't be anti-choice and feminist" is the way many of them talk about straight women, mothers, and pregnancy comes across as very sexist anyway... if you're straight you're stupid and deserve to get beaten by your male partner, if you're a mother you're contributing to the patriarchy, pregnancy is evil because it "ruins your body," any complications women have during pregnancy are because our bodies are just "not meant to be pregnant" and maternal injuries and deaths get blamed on pregnancy, not incompetent healthcare providers, etc.

this is not to mention the very rude comments about stay at home wives and pro-life/anti-abortion women... when Roe v Wade was overturned last year pretty much every pro-life blog got flooded with anons hoping the bloggers got raped or had a fatal pregnancy, as in "I hope you get what's coming to you," but wait--isn't this how men talk about women they don't like? and of course the routine drama on radblr about SAHMs is always kinda weird... not that conservatives have a healthy opinion of stay at home mothers, but laughing and celebrating when a SAHM gets abused is next level depravity imo. and in radblr it's fine that women get abused by their husbands because "she was asking for it," hmmm I thought only rape apologists talked like that. they separate women into "good women" and "bad women" and of course bad women need to shut their mouths. strange, isn't this how men act when faced with women who disagree with them lol

like, it's ok to be a raging misogynist as long as you support abortion :-) honestly no different from the men they complain about so much

hmmmm to be fair, you're talking about a pretty extreme brand of radfem. Those openly mocking abused women and throwing slurs are regularly called out by more "regular" radfem. But it's true those doing so come off as truly miserable and sad. It's interesting that a bunch of them dated men and did awful dating choices, yet feel entitled to lecture women in happy relationship how fake their life is bc men are unredeemable and will ultimately hurt them...

One thing I hate LOATHE about radfem and is pretty common with them is their entitlement to speak over ALL women.... while gatekeeping their community. For example their will insert themselves into tradfem discourse and clown them (with sassy comebacks whose only purpose is to humiliate them), but literally freak out if they find out you're pro life or Christian and follow them. I got blocked by a bunch of radfem blogs/pages for simply reblogging/liking stuff (never arguing just rebloging stuff I agreed with). But somehow these women see no issue to invade spaces they know aren't in their lane (tradfem, prolife, Christian) and talk to them in a patronizing way. The intellectual superiority complex is HUGE in most radfem.

But as a long time rad orbiters, I can tell you radfem definitely have blindspots and whenever you point them out to them they suddenly get less cocky...👀 I mean, go and tell any radfem how inconsistent they are in inquiring women to question ALL their choices......while invoking to NEVER question abortion 🙃 they'll clown "choice feminism" but radfem are the biggest choice feminists when it comes to abortion. "Her body her choice! Don't question it - don't you EVER remotely say women might be pressured in any way into abortion!!" The only times radfem will aknowledge forced abortion it's when the boyfriend is the cause, which is convenient bc it allows to 1) shit on men again 2) deflect from the SYSTEMIC aspect of abortion culture. Bc radfem whole narrative is that society is anti abortion.....when reality shows the opposite (companies are literally PAYING for women's abortion)

THAT BEING SAID, I've just seen a post saying that radfem were as bad as Tate stans and that's where I draw the line. Because as I said, radfem actually do police each other when some go overboard with misogyny (against tradfem, pro life women, etc.) or blind hate against the male sex (there was a discourse with deranged radfem calling to kill male babies, and they got cooked by other radfem for being crazy). There are several posts floating aroud radblr basically saying "no pro life woman deserve to get rape threat / no tradfem deserve to get rape threat / no conservative woman deserve to get rape threat"

That 'community control' doesn't really happen with Tate fans. None of them will make posts to call out toxic members going too far against the female sex or say that "no liberal woman deserves to get rape treat". Also, unlike Tate bros, no radfem is actually encouraging women to be violent with their boyfriend or pimp them out - which both are criminal activities... So it's insane to see ppl put out equivalence between both groups when we all know which one is radicalizing young ppl into considering the opposite sex only good to get beaten into submission and sex trafficked...

Ultimately, radfem want men to leave them alone and have nothing to do with them - Tate stans seek to manipulate and (sexually) exploit women. They aren't the same.

Radfem online toxicity hardly translate into reality - meanwhile there are already a bunch of self identified MRA walking Tate coattails who committed crimes against women.

There's definitely something true in the saying that women are held in a higher standard than men because comparing terminally online deranged fujoshi writing shit takes about men online to people actively defending an 🌠alleged🌠 sex trafficker beating women on tape because they think that's the only thing women are worth for is hysterical.

#I've yet to see one radfem getting off over teenage boys getting beaten #sorry but they're yet to be as bad and dangerous as Tate bros #answered #Andrew Tate #radfem

[perhaps-sunlight]

Hey, I love your stories Tomarry!! They are so engaging and well written and I also really like how you portray Harry and Tom's personalities <3 Do you have any writing tips? And what do you recommend when you lose inspiration for a story? I'm trying to start one but so far it's not going so well lol

Hello anon, thank you so much for your kind words. I’m always happy to hear that readers enjoy my stories :)

I’m also flattered that you’re interested in writing tips from me. I would caveat by saying that writing is a very personal process, so my tips are only suggestions. There are also great writing resources out there to explore.

Identify the north star of your story: I liken writing a story to crossing a pebbled river at night with only a flashlight. You know that you need to get to the other side, but there are infinitely many pebbles to step on, and thus infinitely many paths. A north star can guide you, which is helpful especially in longfics to avoid dead ends and plot holes. A north star comes in different forms. Sometimes, it will be the major plot beats you need to hit (e.g. Tom and Harry fight Grindelwald together) that can be fleshed out into an outline. Other times, it will simply be a vibe that you want to convey (e.g. melancholy, or happy, or shocked!). And it's totally okay if it changes as you discover your story.

Empathize with all of your characters: and I do mean all, even the villains and side characters. An antagonist shouldn’t come across as a cardboard villain, a the protagonist shouldn’t come across as an overpowered Gary Stu / Mary Sue. What do they want? Why do they act the way they do? How would you summarize them in three words? The more you know your characters, the more they’ll feel like people rather than plot devices, and the more their voices will flow through in their actions and dialogues to help your stories move along.

Be kind to yourself and your writing: there’s an idealized view of writing where people just sit down at their desk and a masterpiece flows out, but I don’t think this is most people’s realities. Definitely not mine! Think about how an artist paints: you start with a sketch, then you fill in colors, and then you add highlights / shadows / etc. Writing is the same. Putting words on the page, no matter how terrible they seem, gives you the chance to improve them. And you will grow as a writer in the process.

With regards to what to do when you lose inspiration for a story, here are some ideas depending on why it happened.

You are burned out: please take care of yourself first and foremost! A break from a story can be a great way to gain fresh perspective on what’s working and what’s not. Never force yourself to power through something you don't enjoy.

You have a shiny new idea: you can explore the new idea. It doesn’t mean writing it out fully — it could mean outlining it, or freewriting, or sketching out some scenes. Sometimes,  you will scratch the itch and return to your original WIP. Other times, you may find that the new idea is more compelling, and your explorations will lay the foundations for a new WIP.

You have writer’s block: you can try discussing the idea with a writing buddy or friend, or leverage Tumblr / Discord / Reddit / other social media sites to get inspiration from internet strangers. You may get ideas from others, or naturally unblock yourself through the process of discussing your ideas.

And sometimes it’s okay to set aside something, as long as you don’t delete anything, because you never know when they'll come back. (never) let me go was a fic I first tried to write at 16, but while I had the teenage angst, I didn't have the life experience to do it justice. Years later, I was finally able to realize my vision, even though the actual story bears no resemblance whatsoever to my original attempt.

Anyway, I rambled for quite a bit. Hopefully something in there is useful. Best of luck in your writing anon!

#writing

[rainbowsky]

Hi RB! I’m sure you must have come across a melon rumour about yizhan potentially attending the same event 👀. It’s unconfirmed and any one of them can change plans last min and choose not to attend so not getting my hopes up BUT still there’s a little bit of excitement hopefully it’s not a vcr type thing 😭 anyways I wanted to ask ‘if’ they both do attend the event do you think they will still act like strangers and avoid each other? What sort of interaction do you expect from them and what seems sensible in your opinion?

Hi Anon! 😊

Yes, there are many rumors that Tencent and Weibo night are coming up, and that both GG and DD will be attending. Those are pretty safe melons to write, considering those events usually happen this time of year, and GG and DD always attend.

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

It's impossible to know what's going to happen. There are still a lot of covid lockdowns in China, so it's possible that if the events do happen they might not be the typical galas we'd all most like to see. It's also possible that - due to the covid situation - quarantine or lockdowns in their regions might prevent some artists from attending who would otherwise normally be there.

Plus GG is in ADLAD this winter, so that will be a factor as well. He might not be able to risk being caught up in a covid lockdown, for the sake of the theater production that needs him to be available.

If GG and DD do both attend it's unlikely the structure of the events would give much opportunity for them to interact publicly. They would mostly be onstage at different times, they'd be hitting the red carpet at different times, etc.

IF they both attend and IF there is an opportunity for an interaction, it's possible they'll interact in some way, even just a nod or something, but that's a very thin likelihood. Like I said, the structure of the events is such that they're unlikely to cross paths in front of the cameras (although they'd be able to spend time together backstage).

It's impossible to predict what will happen. They might interact, they might not. One thing we can be sure of: they'll do what's best for them. I think as fans we need to respect that and understand that if they aren't interacting publicly it's because it's in their best interests to not be seen interacting.

An important reminder to fans: How GG and DD behave toward each other in front of the cameras has absolutely nothing to do with their relationship behind the cameras. They will do what they can to maintain the image they need to project. That's entirely separate from how they feel about each other or how close they really are.

I know a lot of antis and toxic solos make a big deal about the fact that GG and DD haven't interacted publicly in a long time. Just block and ignore them.

It's disingenuous for them to claim that the lack of public interaction is a sign they dislike each other or aren't together. That's utter BS. Top stars in that industry go to great lengths to hide their relationships and connections. The industry trades on fantasies of romantic availability, and any hint of a relationship can be a career killer. It's idiotic for toxics to pretend GG and DD have any choice but to be private about any connection they share.

If anything, their lack of interaction aligns with what we'd expect to see if they really are a couple.

To be clear: the fact they don't interact publicly is not 'proof' of anything, nor is it a candy, but it's definitely not inconsistent with the BXG belief of BJYXSZD.

And that's all before we even talk about the ongoing fan wars between the three fandoms - GG solos, DD solos and turtles. That adds an element of risk to anything GG and DD do, and I'm sure fan behavior always comes into consideration when deciding how best to approach practically every aspect of their public life.

Fans fight like cats and dogs - especially XFX and MTJJ - and with the 'Clear and Bright' internet rules, fan wars come with serious consequences to the artists. If GG and DD and their management teams deem it too risky due to fan wars, they'll not interact.

So solos trying to rub it in our faces that GG and DD aren't interacting publicly are just being ridiculous. Don't take the bait.

TL;DR - I do think it's likely they'll both be at both of those events. I can't guess whether they'll have any opportunity to interact publicly, or whether they will do so given the chance. Whether they interact publicly or not has absolutely no bearing on how they really feel about each other, and isn't 'evidence' of anything except the type of image they want to project. Ignore antis and toxics who try to rub it in your face or make it seem important. It's really not.

More on GG and DD interacting publicly here.

#ggdd in the public eye #ask

[citrusreadstoa]

Reading The Dark Prophecy: Chapter 39 (SPOILERS)

"No flash photography, please / Oops. My bad. Ha-ha" Is that... a common accident during battles?

"Say the word . . . and I will bore a hole between this moron emperor's eyes." I feel like it's not gonna be that easy. It probably took a ton of effort just to get that one scratch on his face because that's how boss battles are.

"Only the word CORN was still visible." Ooh, that's a bad omen. Remember what happened with Triptolemus?

"You summoned a spirit?" . . . "A small one." Ey! But if having an invisible wind spirit ally wasn't enough to do more damage, I'm concerned.

"We are not going to make say hello to my little friend a thing." Even now, in the most dire of circumstances... "Leo . . . a seven-foot-tall barbarian is holding a crossbow against the side of your head." . . . "It's all part of the plan!" PLSSSSSS HE'S ABOUT TO DIE They are all about to die and these two are having this exchange, someone please give these two a higher sense of self-preservation

"Albatrix, if the demigod speaks again, you have my permission to shoot him." 1) Albatrix, nice name. 2) Yeah, that's about what I expected to come of Leo and Apollo's exchange. 3) Unfortunately, I doubt Leo is going to keep his mouth shut for long, if at all.

"Are you telling me . . . that your great army surrounded this place, invaded, and couldn't even find a chair?" Apollo, careful. You're going to end up with a crossbow to your head, too. Bet the Waystation is hiding it in some hidden room. Hypothetically, it could just block a room off with no doors or staircases or hallways leading to it. It could just Cask-of-Amontillado that thing and no one would ever find it again.

But also, coulda just scouted the place. Impatience leads you to your doom.

"But most of my forces are merely lost . . . They'll be back." Like the Terminator. Anyway, don't tell me we have another Thanatos-Doors-of-Death dealio again. "about half his monstrous troops fell into a giant chute marked LAUNDRY." LMAO NEVER MIND The Waystation is the deadliest opponent on this battlefield. "The rest fell into the furnace room. Nobody ever comes back from the furnace room." Now, they're dead. Bet Leo could come back from the furnace room, though. Probably find a lot of bones there. "And his mercenaries . . . wound up at the Indiana Convention Center." You know, there's probably an entrance to the Labyrinth somewhere in this Waystation.

"Blood dripped down" SO IT IS BLOOD! They're not at ichor stage yet, assuming there are stages to becoming a god.

"This is the only deal. You will let your hostages go. You will leave here empty-handed and never return." Confidence is nice, but Apollo has one (1) ukulele and idk how Marcus Aurelius' quote is going to help them win the stand-off.

"I want you to avert your eyes. I am about to reveal my true godly form." Is he trying to get the Germani holding the hostages to close their eyes so they won't react as fast when he attacks them or Commodus? That's risky, but better than no plan at all.

"which of his deepest fears that bee swarm might feed on." The bees! Not the bees! Anything but the bees!

"Commodus and his men could have looked away. They didn't." Well, there goes that plan. "My body superheated" Uhh. "Then the screaming began." They didn't die? I guess monsters and almost-gods are more resilient against it. Could also be that Apollo's operating at, like, half a percent of his normal power. All I know is they're holding up a lot better than Jason did.

"silhouettes were burned across the tile floor . . . Their clothes had also lightened by several shades." This is... a lot like what nuclear bombs do, isn't it? Conclusion: Apollo can sometimes be radioactive. Stay away from that guy.

"my skin was now the color of maple bark." That's kind of brownish, medium grayish, sort of ashen. "I thought I looked quite nice this way" You think you look nice looking like someone diluted the paint before coloring you in? I'm glad your self-image has improved.

"horrible skin cancers I'd just given myself." Oh no, wait, he can irradiate himself with that move? "an antique flashbulb." We have bigger problems. Rick Riordan calls light bulbs flashbulbs.

"Alright, guys. This has been fun, but I'm gonna melt his face now, 'kay?" I love how casually he just says that.

"I was a second father to you. I gave you purpose!" "A second father even worse than the first" Yeah, Lit has not had good experiences with fathers. That was the wrong card to pull.

"and tumbled into the void." Wait, the void? I thought this was a window? Did the Waystation change where the window leads? Did he fall into the furnace room?

Okay, so final face-off presumably over. Kinda disappointed that this means we won't get all three of the Triumviratees together in the final book. I guess they're not all fighters so it wouldn't have worked out anyway, but that's still a let-down. On the bright side (lol this was a very bright chapter), this was a satisfying conclusion aside from the above.

Do all the people in the room have skin cancer now?

#yeah i'm pretty sure they're all doomed #'cause like that's not a regular flash bomb. that's not light bulb light. Apollo is the SUN GOD. that's all UV bby #reading trials of apollo #reading the dark prophecy #reading toa #reading tdp #toa spoilers #trials of apollo spoilers #trials of apollo #the dark prophecy #percy jackson and the olympians #apollo pjo #apollo #lester papadopoulos #commodus pjo #commodus #emperor commodus #lityerses pjo #lityerses #leo valdez #the waystation #triumvirate holdings #pjo #toa #pjo hoo toa #rrverse #riordanverse

[dykefever]

ello laura i do not usually open blocked tags but i did out of curiosity n stumbled across ur post abt the apparent height disk horse that is happening rn (<-blissfully unaware). also this is the ghost of marxismlupinism btw sending as an anon cause on my main blog idk what a semus and ririus is never heard of them cunts.

anyway I wanted to say that yeah basically it's like such a non issue if people are casting r&s into gendered roles, like even if people were genderbending rs into a literal cishet couple I could not care less who gives a shit it's harry potter fanfiction.

that being said I think it's very telling abt the hp fandom that the whole like "writing s as 'feminine' and a bottom comes with him being short" (which btw... i mean I'm sure there's some fanfic like that but I can't say I've really read more than like 5 fics that fit that description? and I've unfortunately read a lot of rs fic lmao... it's literally not hard to avoid. skill issue if you can't filter the fanfic you read to not have it) is portrayed as homophobia against [cis] gay men instead of the obvious transmisogyny it is—ie setting smallness & youth as standards of femininity. that's why so many closeted trans women/trans women who can't access hrt dread growing older, that's why so much emphasis is put on age of transition in transfem spaces, and that's why even gay man spaces have concepts of "twink death", because femininity is understood to be hairless and pretty and dainty and youthful and small and all these standards that are difficult to achieve if you've been through androgenic puberty and/or if you have testes that continue to produce testosterone that continues to masculinise your body as you grow older. portraying s (or any given character ime when it comes to tme fans in fandom spaces) as feminine is seen as going hand in hand with physically feminising him—bc femininity that's not on a feminised body is obviously met with disgust, it's unattractive, it's horrifying, etc. and the obvious source of the tendency to portray feminine male characters this way is that there's only one acceptable form of camab femininity (or "acceptable", even that is very conditional). and yes it does affect cis gays like I said above w how gay men talk about eg "twink death" but that doesn't mean it's not a primarily transmisogynistic impulse to show that, for most of us, femininity is a hopeless cause, it's not allowed, we'll never pass or be beautiful or whatever.

and ftr I'm just complaining, I definitely don't think the solution is to produce More Harry Potter Fanfictions where s is like, tall and hairy and feminine or whatever, knowing the hp fandom I'm sure they'll also turn that into transmisogynistic caricatures too. the only real solution would be for all these ppl to stop reading hp fanfic and start reading transfeminist theory but if ur a harry potter fan in 2023 you're obviously never gonna do that. so. yeah just complaining for the sake of complaining lol not expecting transfeminism to catch on among harry potter fans of all people anytime soon

hi (redacted)!! actually made sure to tag that post so u and all my other normal followers could avoid it but i respect the curiosity x im sure you've probably seen the height discourse many times over in your time in the fandom and it's the same absolute bullshit every time. i appreciate your additions to this post as a transwoman because i obviously don't have that perspective and you've kind of deepened my understanding of the issues around it n how transmisogyny comes into play here!!

in my prev posts i was kind of addressing, albeit likely not clearly, how people often say they dislike 'short s' as a kind of shorthand for saying they dislike 'fem s', which is really saying (as people dig themselves deeper in their explanations) that they don't like certain aspects of 'femininity' in a man and then spin it to say that it's because they're writing a heteronormative relationship onto a gay couple. i appreciate what you're saying here as well of the issues of the only way to write s as feminine is like small, dainty, hairless etc. and how that is an issue of transmisogyny rather than like homophobia. (correct me if i've misunderstood tho!!)

at the end of the day it definitely like, doesn't matter how people are writing hp characters like no great and impressive change is happening and the fandom is full of too many transphobes for that to be the case. i just don't understand why people are so pressed by these certain characterisations they appear to dislike so bad when i genuinely barely come across these s characterisations they apparently can't escape. like i don't see anything i don't want to because i just unfollow and block people ....it is not that hard like...

anyway thank u for ur contributions ghost of marxismlupinism, i appreciate it xx godspeed xx

#harry potter #answered

[opaljm]

like a popular writer did for their jk bridgerton fic? its tagged with all members and smut like it wouldnt hit thousands and thousands of notes anyway

They're not the only ones. It keeps happening more and more these days. As I've previously mentioned I've seen this happen with Taehyung fics along with Jungkook fics. But yes they are I suppose a current example of the problem and clogging up most if not all of the seven members' smut tags.

I don't know why it's so hard to to just stick to member specific tags. If you're a popular author with tons of followers surely you don't have to rely on putting your Jungkook fic under Hoseok's tag or Yoongi's tag in order to get notes? Like you already have an established reputation as a good writer, I'm sure that your fic will blow up regardless due to it's quality.

It seems counterintuitive because the people who go to read hyung line fics or Jimin fics definitely aren't going to be like "ooooh a Jungkook fic! Let me just change my mind and read it." It's more likely they'll be mad at how much harder it's making it for them to find the right fics. And if anything I feel like fics would be even more successful using proper tags because a lot of people read fics for multiple members, not only their bias. They would've come across your fic when they were searching for that member or seen a reblog on their feed and found it. It's absolutely unnecessary to use the other member tags which only make people mad since it makes them scroll through endless posts that have nothing to do with the tag like the photo dumps for example. Others of which do not use the "read more" function. I wonder what exactly the proposed solution of people who abuse tags is? Should we mass block you all and never come across your fics? Doesn't that undermine the reason you used the tags in the first place? To increase the visibility and the audience?

Also if you're gonna use something like "seokjin angst" or "namjoon smut" they better have an angst moment or smut moment in the fic. You can't be all "the member appeared in my fic why can't I use that tag." Did Namjoon fuck y/n? Also its really disappointing when you think you found an ot7 fic because an author is tagging all the members but that's not what it is 😭

The only thing it's doing is painting a bad picture of you or your fic to the people who find it on the wrong tags. So many reblogs I have gotten have mentioned they put fics using tags incorrectly on "do not read" lists and same with the authors who own those fics.

#chatty!naia #anon #asks

[dandelion-wings]

Um Amber and Kaeya? Or any of the Jean and Kaeya or Diluc and Kaeya ones?

The Amber and Kaeya piece is a little action-adventure story with a bit of hurt/comfort added in--Amber rescues Kaeya from a meet-up with Treasure Hoarders gone wrong, and in the process Baron Bunny blows a hole in the top of some buried architecture in Old Mondstadt and they all fall in! So Amber and a badly concussed Kaeya have to flee angry Treasure Hoarders through an underground warren of old collapsed/buried buildings from Decarabian's time. It doesn't have an organized emotional arc or plot sequence yet, I've just been writing cool scenes for it as little treats for myself now and then, and am gonna worry about connecting them later. In that spirit, here's part of one I've been considering for a while:

"Stop," Amber hisses, her arm tightening around Kaeya's waist as she pulls him to a stumbling halt.

More of his weight falls upon her for a moment as he struggles to find his balance, and then he straightens, his hand tightening on her shoulder even as he draws himself up. He's seen the same thing she has: the faint purple glow filling the gallery ahead, emanating off the hovering figure floating back and forth across it as if pacing in mid-air. Amber has never seen such a powerful agent of the Abyss Order except at a distance. Her orders if she does encounter one is to stay well back out of sight, to report their movements as soon as possible, and to never, ever engage. But she knows what an Abyss Lector is.

Ahead of them, the Abyss Lector turns in their direction, starting to slowly drift their way. Amber doesn't think it's spotted them yet--it's not moving fast enough. But if it keeps coming this way, it will. She glances around the hall. Most of the doorways to either side are crumbled in, or filled with dirt, or blocked by the roots that wind through earth and stone alike. But one of them has just enough of a gap that she should be able to wiggle through. Actually, she knows that she could, but Kaeya is taller and broader and getting more and more clumsy and tired as they go on.

It's their only chance, so they'll have to try it anyway. Amber tugs him sideways and back towards the door, and he follows, crouching low to help as she tries to usher him through. Then he stumbles, and groans, and the faint violet glow in the hallway turns suddenly much brighter as a shield flares to life around the alerted Abyss Lector.

"Fuck." Kaeya pulls away from her, jerking free of her grip. "Let me do the talking."

Then he turns about, hands up, smiling almost the exact way he'd smiled at the Treasure Hoarders, except that it looks even less convincing when he's this shade of grey-green and unsteady on his feet, his eye barely focusing. He opens his mouth and what comes out isn't even Mond, or any other language Amber has heard. It sounds almost like the chatter of hilichurls or Cryo Mages, syllables she's used to hearing as high-pitched jabber coming out slower and smoother, almost slurred. Actually slurred, in a few places where he stumbles on his words.

Pausing in front of them, the Lector folds its hands in front of its waist and answers in the same foreign tongue. There's a sort of buzz to its words, a crackle akin to the Electro around it. Amber reaches down, slowly and carefully, to grip her bow, and begins working her other hand towards her quiver as subtly as she can. Kaeya's wobbly smile grows a little stronger as he replies, something brief and almost careless-sounding--and then the Lector says something else, something that Amber can catch "Alberich" in, and Kaeya's smile drops at the same time it raises its hands again, Electro crackling around its catalyst.

As for the other stuff….

Both Jean and Kaeya pieces are theoretical follow-ups to One Day Longer that got put on pause when I fell into the Bells and Spires-verse and have now been in abeyance long enough that Hidden Strife jossed ODL and means they may have to be massively reworked. XD;; Especially "the enemy's gate is down," because that was supposed to be my canon-compliant take on Jean and Kaeya taking out Eroch… and the original theory was them sneaking around on their own to find evidence to take to Varka, instead of Varka straight-up assigning Jean the investigation. So, well, there's that. I feel like I can still save the sneaking-around in regards to the actual investigation (and Kaeya's involvement), though!

Since that one needs so much reworking to be functional again, you will instead get a small snippet from "deeper in and through," which is more about developing out their friendship than about actual canonical events and thus needs less fixing (though since it's also less blatantly non-canon-compliant I'm considering leaving it as-is as a sequel to ODL… I'll figure it out one way or another). So for now I'm just going to continue here right from where I left off last time I touched it:

As promised, she writes Kaeya off sick first thing the next morning. No one blinks twice at it, even Sir Rahel. In Mondstadt, anyone turning eighteen is expected to drink to excess.

He's there at morning assembly the next day, as clean and polished as anyone else in her company, and just as quick with his salute. Which means he'd at least had the wisdom not to compound the problem by treating the hangover with more of the cause. Jean hopes he recovered early enough in the day to have at least enjoyed his afternoon.

She finds reassurance on that front when she returns to her office after assigning patrols and drills. There's a folded paper on the desk; when she opens it, two windwheel asters, pressed flat in the fold, fall out. Kaeya hasn't signed the "thank you" written there, but he doesn't have to. She knows that elegant, looping handwriting. Jean folds the windwheel asters back into the paper and holds it for a moment, smiling.

"A secret admirer?" her lieutenant asks, following her into the room.

"No." Jean shakes her head and tucks the little token into her desk. "Just a friend."

"If you say so," he says, with a knowing grin, but lets her redirect the conversation into business.

The Diluc & Kaeya fics are the wingfic, which has the central premise of "what if everyone in Mondstadt is born with wings, and Kaeya was given false ones through mad science-magic to fit in" (and then got a little derailed into the Unfortunate Implications of all the lies Kaeya was told to tell Crepus to justify not knowing how to use them), and the one with Rosaria and her bandit gang, in which said gang captures Diluc and Kaeya as young knights and Kaeya bonds with Rosaria (contributing to Varka sparing her later on). I feel like three excerpts is probably a good limit for one ask, haha, and I was secretly hoping someone would ask for the wingfic because I want to start working on it again and was hung up on the last scene, so we'll see if I can power through a few more lines with ask incentive. :D

This time he's not standing at the top of the stairs, at least, although Diluc had protested that he'd started gliding there when he was young. The stairs in the manor are narrower and steeper than those in the mansion in town, and Kaeya doesn't like the idea of slamming into the wall halfway down. The Ragnvindr had seen Kaeya's wary looks and suggested the table instead to start with.

"He could just jump down from there," Diluc had protested.

"And that should make it easier if he flaps or closes his wings," the Ragnvindr had said, calmly, in a level tone that Kaeya is beginning to understand means, at least here in the winery, that the discussion is closed, because this man's word is law. Even Diluc doesn't often argue further.

Now Kaeya is standing on the table, the Ragnvindr to one side and Diluc to the other, a pile of pillows and blankets beneath him. All he has to is spread his wings and jump. It shouldn't be hard; Diluc's right, he could jump down this short a distance without a moment's fear. It's not any different with his wings spread. He swallows hard.

"Come on," Diluc says, eager and impatient. "It's not that far."

"Patience," the Ragvindr chides him.

He's right, though. It isn't that far. Kaeya spreads his wings out, the way Diluc has said people aren't not supposed to until they jump, but the Ragnvindr had said wouldn't be a problem inside, and hops off the table. His wings catch the air, and he tenses in anticipation of the pull and snap he'd felt last time--but there's nothing but a gentle tug for the few seconds it takes before he hits the pillows, legs folding under him because he'd bent them when he flinched. The Ragnvindr catches his shoulder before he can topple over.

It hadn't hurt. Nothing had torn, nothing had broken, and it hadn't hurt. Kaeya lets out the breath he'd been holding.

#why not meme i guess #fic excerpt #(plural XD)

[valleynix]

So I have reached the final chapter (for now it is)

The lvl of stress when Reader wanted to leave the room but Dani was blocking the door 🔼🔼🔼

Daniela, I love you but MOVE.

Anyway, LUNATIC IS GETTING SOFT????

It would be cute to have them see the Dimis through Reader's eyes and slowly grow fond of them 😭

And Dani mentioned before that sometimes Reader's scent is different, when they blackout and Lunatic takes over their body, so basically Lunatic sometimes hangs out with them.

It breaks my heart and makes me sad when Lunatic's all beaten up calling for mother, but Miranda couldn't care less :(

I wish they would join forces with Reader.

This chapter was full of pain too but thank you for the sweet family moment with all of them at the end 😭

Pls the sisters bickering and Cass' conversation with Alcina were so cute I was giggling the whole time.

I do hope tho, that Reader will have a conversation with all of them and at least briefly explain that there may come the day that they'll be in danger. Because rn they simply don't believe Reader would harm them or are like "we won't let anything happen to you🥺" while it's them that may die😭

It's also hard to listen to Reader and just do what they say to stay safe if they're kept in dark and confused.

Like if Dani knew what was going on perhaps she would just let them out of the room the first time they tried to fix things.

Anyway, my journey came to a stop for now, unfortunately. There's no other way than to patiently wait for the next chapter to be released (I hope I won't forget the events till then😭).

So let me say again that I love how you wrote the Dimis. It's actually my first fic with Alcina being a more significant character so I didn't come across any awful way she was written but I heard that some people say she's a bad mom so I'm glad to see her caring for and being soft with her lil fly babies. Because she does in canon too, clearly.

I didn't have any issues with Bela in fics either. But hell I am tired of the way Cassandra is, so I absolutely adore the one in the universe of your fic, I think she certainly is unique.

And Daniela. We know well about Daniela😭 So thank you so much for showing the world the Dani you created. She's such a sweet ball full of joyful energy and she does seem different from her sisters but girl's not stupid and understands what's going on around her.

And I will say again that I like the way you write in general, it's a pleasure to read it and don't worry, it does make sense :)

listen, i promise to have the next chapter out relatively soon?? i’ve been so busy with school and just in general being unable to focus :’)

BUT ANYWAY

*poor baby didn’t understand the urgency and why they couldn’t take time to explain everything :( she’s trying her best and that’s all that matters

*i feel we’re definitely getting into some territory where maybe, just maybe, Lunatic is starting to realize Miranda may not care as much as she claims to. like you said, the angst in them crying and calling out for her, only for her to not even spare them a glance? yeah, they definitely noticed (although in the moment, it became rage directed at Reader instead)

*i can tell you with certainty that Lunatic has hung out with them unintentionally 😭 they don’t ever do anything without Miranda’s orders, so they’ll just sit there all stiff with their lip curled. meanwhile, Dani sees and smells that it’s not really them, just watching them with a “what the fuck” face

*hehe, i tried to make it softer toward the end :D and give Cass some motherly love that most people don’t ever give to her. i need more of them just being a family rather than whatever the hell some people do to them 😭

*the irony of the “we won’t let anything happen to you!” 💀 like, yeah, nothing WILL happen to Reader, but y’all are gonna be in danger pls. but we’ll start to slowly see where they do notice things and start to put pieces together (as Bela is actually doing in chapter fifteen as of now), and a certain someone has already pieced together that they’re not all they seem, that maybe there’s a reason they smelled so strongly of Miranda…

*definitely! i have something special with that planned this chapter, though i won’t say who ends up knocking some sense into Reader (though you can probably guess who)

*hehe, i’m really glad you like it so far!! and i am hoping to not have as much angst with the next like, 1-2 chapters. still some because i’m incapable of writing a chapter without it apparently, but nothing as bad as what happened in 13&14. i have about 5k rn and there’s a bit of angst in the beginning and i have some planned later, but it’s all good for plot, i promise 😎

ack, i hate how much people just think or assume she would mistreat them for any reason whatsoever. and the people who make her hurt her lil babies for the sake of a Reader/OC… i have some words to exchange with them, oh my god

i do try my best to write them as “canon” as possible, even if there are a few moments here and there where they may be OOC. they still all have their own interests and hobbies outside of whatever Reader is doing in their spare time, and i feel plenty of people don’t do that well enough ?

i have such an issue with the way people write Dani and Cass, my god 😭 Dani may be a little out of touch with reality and may struggle with the concept of personal space sometimes, but she’s still smart and an adult, not some toddler that doesn’t understand a single thing going on. and people writing Cass like she’s nothing more than a cold-hearted, horny, sadistic person with absolutely no care for her family or partner is so bland. let the girl be aloof on the outside but care deeply once she lets people in!!

it’s been so fun to read your thoughts on what’s going on and the interactions between everyone, and i look forward to what else you’ll have to say when i (eventually) write chapter fifteen :-)

i might post an actual excerpt later, but in the meantime, here’s a cute lil snippet of a scene i have planned with our very sweet but very energetic Dani <3

#asks #to promise the moon #it’s been so refreshing having someone understand what’s going on 😭 #plenty of people do but also plenty misinterpret it #which is okay ! #i mean it is confusing #but i dunno it’s nice skdbs

[the-firebird69]

We have a lot of stuff happening and it's going along on the plan and it is right on schedule there are several things going on right now they'll lead up to some major major events one is the eclipse of Jupiter tomorrow by the Sun and then it coming back around from its journey behind it in Superior conjunction. Our Jupiter project was a complete success it was a difficult project because the enormity of the task everything about the planet is huge. And next up is Uranus and newada and Ariana and their counterparts and they're saying lobo approximate midnight but they're from South America and it is the other Irish mother and father and the other side is in the white house too. And they're stubborn people. They're very sharp and rye and want to keep it that way they say. We have several things going on around here but praise God that works that was nerve-racking but he's kicking off tons of stuff for the same time to push for us to get his people on board and he needs all of them and she is too and what they mean is our entire people. Styles shows dramatically the difference she sets him up and he racks up a huge amount and goes for it and now it's an emotion and no other Ariana will have to put up with a fallout which is what we usually do..

-the morlock are gearing up for another strike they lost a lot of people today and it was not a huge number by percentage but they lost some key players and they're higher-ups here in punta Gorda the four police were put on suspension and without pay and in punta Gorda Port Charlotte that is it's a sheriff only and they laid off another 100 to bring it down to 300 remaining. They're also are changes at the higher up level out of the 3700 remaining. And there are layoffs at that level and they know who they are and what positions cuz they're actually in higher level positions in Charlotte county they're trying to be hassled so they released 20 more no it's about 200 and it down to 3500 for real they got to it today. And another thing he is saying terrific like you guys do and it's really backwards. The workers the government workers they went from 75% last week the 85% out and today they dropped out five more percent making it 90% out of the Charlotte county government worker positions with the exception of leadership which is following a much lower dropout rate or firing rate or layoff rate. Work is one thing but private jobs lost another 10% and they were at 75% for real and now are at age of 5% out and only 15% remain. They said 5% are more like businesses and it's not accurate it's more like 8%. And they are going around and taking them over shuttering them and closing them down and most of them almost the factories they have are disgusting and should have been shut down anyways and it really most are defined so really they're not working. They found 1% I guess we should rate it at 7% remaining because most of the jobs are gone and that's kind of what it is right now it's around 6% private jobs and a lot of those grocery stores oddly enough the weird place to keep them around in but they demand it it's not a choice.. in the general populace is falling about the same level they're 5% private jobs 10% public or government and the higher ups are kind of retained and they're keeping it there for a while alternately the people next door are getting evicted and Terry is looking for alternative housing they took the sign down across the street because they were told to you by law enforcement and Garth has been enforcing it. No but there are people that are doing that. There are several lots that are opened but by the time they built on them it would be far too late it takes way too long and they can't even give the utilities and it takes him a month and it's ridiculous they are very slow at it. To build out of block or concrete down here and they want to see cast in place it is a bit stronger. You don't want to hear anymore about you and your fantasies about being huge cross the street your small people yeah that too so we're going to silence you

-you've got enough of our son sweating like madness it's not sick he's just hot and it's not that hot out and his house is terrible it was meant to survive a blast not to sit around with him in it and you're sick people and your revolution was terrible turn out to be worse

-we have about 50 people who are complaining so going after them and the neighborhood was reduced and by battles today and they were helping the master invasion and were caught and killed in combat mostly out of the 140 houses that remains only 120 households it is sinking pretty fast and it's devastating there a lot of people who can't stand it and they do commit suicide and our son saw signs of it your people are being wounded critically and are not recovering you're being wounded also and not recovering and getting sick and dying and it's happening all over South Florida and Florida and other reagions on the planet. You have backup plans and you're running them and a lot of you are dropping out from exhaustion or a psychological trauma they can't handle the loss that our son does and you people are weak and it's not nice to say but he lost a lot of people in your very mean to him and you still are and you don't even understand it still part of it was your fault but not all of it and you won't be quiet and you won't have mercy on each other so we're going to come in there and straighten you out cuz you're trash

-there are signs that you're falling and falling apart are you trying to go in missions and you go out into the field and tons of you die falling over exhausted unable to absorb nutrients properly as cork used to be and unable to do the job and the incinerator is working full time last night they're a huge piles and built up for 3 hours and we had to spray them with bug killer constantly and we put huge zappers out too and true tons and tons of bugs out and we kept them on all day long and put the liquid near it there are so many bugs that went out there we were terrified but keeping it on and it's on now and it's a giant number of bugs all of them are foot long it's terrifying what happens if you fight and you fall over and they start eating and get big very quickly so putting them all over the state in the world and we have huge ones out here and they're 5 mi wide and they work very quickly they rid areas faster than you can blink of bugs and we're going to have to do it near here and draw them off and use his system that we really perfected and it's true he said we have to do it carefully so we're going to begin once we read the middle areas of them so we don't draw them here and right now we've got about an 80 mi swath down the middle and he says that's pretty big in Florida and it is other areas we're clearing rapidly the Midwest is almost done and we'll move on and it's going to help and we really need it and he said we can use ships in the midwest if we have to and get the things going and we think we're going to do that and right now and we're moving out and it's being sent and they're doing it

-we are on top of this we need efficiency experts to help me I have them in my cage he says and he's going to send some over and they're going to talk about things before presenting it to me that will help because our son doesn't want to see things he wants us to look better and really he wants to work better but that's what's going on

We should probably says and I agree this has been a miserable time this past 20 years have been awful and everyone can agree that these people are terribly terribly done and we need to push harder and get it done we are having that meeting tonight and we should talk about it

Thor Freya

Going to have all that good stuff for you back all the finest Scotch whiskeys whiskeys vodkas mixed drinks a full bar of the top of the line drinks even the ones with gold in it and so forth and they don't drink too much but you don't drink the bottom and we have the best beers and the finest on Earth everything will be there we'll find a cigars pe embargo and more, and some of the world's finest dining too all of it is catered from mostly your places and some of ours and we have some of our best there too and accessories too for the sports cars and Rolls-Royce and Bentley and Austin Martin and more so you can drive with these things handy and full kits as a matter of fact we're going to make a welcome kit for the owners and the different kit for a dealers and he's going to suggest stuff which is perfect and Ben Arnold will suggest things and some of their wives too that's good

Zues

We have to tell people this is how it goes we need to have input from others and we need to get together and do things and we're doing it and it's a must what's happening here at the dealership is dangerous and they have security but it's nowhere near adequate and we're asking them where they are what they would need and that kind of thing because they are said to me not able to sell and it's not nice and we want them to be able to so there are several shops and stores that are open like Harley-Davidson that have a system I'm going to show them how it works

Hera

We're going to publish now and it's much more to talk about thank you very much everybody and please stay tuned

Olympus

[yazthebookish]

El/riels: I'll make this post about Gwyn being a child but we are not saying Gwynriels are ped*s even though this is what we're trying to imply.

*pulls out the canon card that debunks this*

Mor is a pure High Fae and fought in the War 500 years ago when she was only in her 30s (like Rhys, Cassian and Azriel) and had a lover (as did Cassian back then) care to explain how if they are children? Meanwhile Gwyn is only 28 nearing that age.

El/riels: *system error*

#acosf #acosf spoilers #gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #I doubt I'll get an explanation #I wonder what they'll come up with next 🤣 #most of them are blocked anyways but I know they'll come across it #turn a blind eye to canon facts

[opalesense]

How would the genshin Bois, zhongli, childe, diluc and kaeya react to a fem traveller stuck in a wall after a harsh battle, they'll help her get out right?...right?

a sight to behold

zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya & f!reader (NSFW-ish)

1.9k words • ~13 min. read

warnings: just a lot of teasing & dirty thoughts

notes: i was practically rubbing my hands together with evil intentions when i saw this request but i’ll spare the graphic details for another time, otherwise this will be extremely long!! also i wrote them separately here BUT i wouldn’t be opposed if someone requested them to be grouped together instead... anyway, i hope you enjoy this!! >:)

THE WIDELY FEARED PRIMO GEOVISHAP was certainly a sight to behold from above. You quickly understood why so many people often avoided interacting with this beast – it was intimidating even while it slept soundly, its loud snores echoing throughout the cavern despite being so far down. As you stood on the platform above its sleeping form, you studied its details, noticing the element it possessed and strategizing your combat plan quickly, thankful that you could manipulate an element that targetted its weakness. Once you made up your mind, you let out a huff as you took a leap of faith down, letting your glider save you at the last second before you could actually make contact with the ground.

 Your companion followed behind swiftly, the two of you moving gently around the walls of the cavern, careful not to wake the beast from its slumber. In a low whisper, you began to describe your strategy to your partner, but alas, the beast suddenly awoke and interrupted your planning with a ear splitting roar.

 Without a second thought, the two of you dashed to the creature, loosely following the details of the plan you had based on what you were able to say before you got interrupted. The battle was fine at first, but you soon realized how out of sync the two of you became as the fight progressed. Your elemental reactions were getting poorly timed, and it was difficult to keep an eye on each other’s movements with the beast constantly thrashing about and blocking communication.

 In normal circumstances, the two of you excelled in combat together without needing any other support. Maybe it was bad luck, or maybe you bit off more than you could chew this time, but you noticed you were getting knocked around easier than usual. Things were obviously not going your way and you had to think of a solution fast.

 But before you knew it, your distraction with your own thoughts got the best of you. One single swipe of the geovishap’s tail sent you flying across the cavern towards the opposite wall then tumbling on the ragged, rocky edges of floor, certainly leaving cuts and bruises for later. To make matters worse, one more aggressive roar from the beast shook the walls of cavern enough to send chunks of rock tumbling down towards your injured body. Unable to form coherent thoughts, you knew you didn’t have the strength to escape the avalanche. Instead, all you could do was lay there, helpless and bracing for impact, praying to the Archons that you can be saved.

zhongli

 Zhongli made quick work of the beast, using his shield to deliver an extremely effective counter attack and finishing it once and for all. The creature wailed in pain in its dying moments before disintegrating into dust. He expected to see your face on the other side but alas, you were nowhere to be seen.

 “[Y/N]?” his face tensed as he tried to think of where you could have disappeared to. As his eyes darted around the cavern, he immediately noticed a tiny speck of color amongst the rocks on the wall that resembled your clothing. He quickly sprinted towards you, lifting some of the boulders off of you effortlessly using his geo manipulation.

 He began to subconsciously slow down once he saw the way you were displayed in front of him. Your legs were propped up slightly from the rocks underneath you that caved in from the impact. The way your hips curved up caused your skirt to fold back onto you, leaving you completely exposed under his gaze.

 Ungodly thoughts began to race across Zhongli’s mind. He couldn’t help but slowly undress you in his mind, thinking about all the things he could do to you in this moment of vulnerability.

You poor thing... If only we were not in such a potential dire circumstance of life or death, what would stop me from keeping these rocks on top of you, grabbing those hips, and pressing myself against you? It would be the perfect opportunity to keep you still while I have my way with you... Perhaps I should check to see if you’re okay first, and maybe I can trap you with these rocks myself instead. Certainly I could even lift you in a better position for a better fit...

“Stay with me, [Y/N],” Zhongli snapped out of his fantasy and continued to lift the boulders off of you, wondering if he should really go through with his urges. “You will be okay...”

childe

 Childe had noticed you fly across the cavern in the corner of his eye, and watching you land on the floor at such a fierce impact only fueled him to keep fighting. In a fit of a rage and frustration, he summoned his dual blades and quickly turned the tides of the battle towards his favor. He didn’t even need to watch the beast die to know it was dead within seconds, and after his final blow he quickly dashed towards where you landed only to find out you had been crushed by more rocks.

 He let out another yell of frustration, grabbing the boulders one by one and pushing them off of you. “[Y/N]? Can you hear me?”

 “I’m fine, just get these off of me!” you managed to call out from underneath the pile. Relieved that you were alive and well, he managed to push most of the boulders off but hesitated once he got a good look at the way you were laid out in front of him.

 With your legs dangling off the edge of the pile, your ass was comedically exposed towards him, the rest of your upper half still trapped within the remains of the avalanche. Funnily enough, the hem of your skirt had even got trapped above your hips that you were completely exposed, causing Childe to grin evilly.

 “Well, well, well,” he slowly walked over to you and placed a gloved hand on your bare cheek, still slightly out of breath from the heavy lifting. He gave a gentle squeeze, eliciting a gasp from you. “Is this my reward for helping you? If so, I’ll gladly take it now...”

 “Did you forget that I’m stuck? What if I’m badly injured?!”

 “In that case, I’m sure I can make all the pain go away and replace it with pleasure instead,” he gave one final squeeze and chuckled before walking away to grab another boulder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding... But once you’re out, don’t expect all this help to come for free, you know.”

diluc

 Diluc watched you tumble across the floor with panicked eyes, immediately worrying about your safety but not letting that distract him from the task at hand. In the heat of the moment under the influence of rage and anxiety, he summoned his pyro manipulation to set his claymore ablaze and deliver multiple final blows to the creature, smashing its figure into bits. The beast cried in its final moments and when he was sure it was dead, he dropped his sword as he sprinted towards you.

 Pure panic settled in once he saw you had been crushed underneath the pile of rocks. He pushed himself to run faster, feeling tears form in the corners of his eyes but ignoring it. He didn’t want to lose you – not this easily.

 “[Y/N]!” he called out once he reached the site, “Can you hear me?”

 “I’m here, Diluc. I’m fine,” you reassured him. He deeply sighed in relief as he began to push the boulders off of you. Thank Barbatos you were alive and well! He shook the thought of you being fatally injured away from the forefront of his mind to focus on getting you out of this mess, using his strength to his advantage. But after a few rocks were pushed off of you, his eyes widened at the sight of you, a sight he will never forget.

 While your legs and upper body were still trapped underneath the pile, the first thing Diluc revealed was your ass, exposed by your skirt that was coincidentally trapped above your hips. Your thighs were pinned together, rubbing gently as you squirmed in the rubbish, trying to wiggle your way out. Or at least, he wanted to believe you were wiggling for the sole purpose of getting out, and not to tease him.

 With a nervous gulp, he averted his eyes away from you and resumed his work on the boulders. His mind couldn’t help but drift away into sinful corners, though. He envisioned the way he could firmly grab your thighs, pull down your underwear and...

 “Don’t scare me like that again,” he took a more lighthearted tone to cover up his urges, “I thought you were surely dead.”

kaeya

 After briefly witnessing you get thrown across the cavern, Kaeya managed to finally stab the beast in such a precise weakness point, making it wail in pain until it slowly withered away in its dying moments. He took no time at all to rush over to you, sprinting faster once he saw that you had been crushed by an avalanche.

 “[Y/N], talk to me,” he subtly asked for reassurance that you were still alive as he began to analyze the situation and pinpoint exactly where you were in all this rubbish.

 “I’m okay,” you weakly muttered with a grin, glad that he had come to your rescue, “Just a little bruised, that’s all.”

 Following the trail of your voice, he put his mind to work. He started to strategically push certain rocks so that others would naturally fall off of you without him needing to lift too much. After awhile, he began to spot one of your arms, then your other arm, and with each rock tumbling down he soon revealed the full picture.

 Or at least, a fraction of the full picture.

 He was relieved to see that you had wrapped your arms around your head for protection before the crash, avoiding what would have been an extremely dangerous injury. With your entire body from the chest down still trapped, you felt the need to stretch out your arms in the newly freed space and take a deep breath, glad to finally have some fresh air. “Good morning,” you joked on your bed of rocks.

 Even though he certainly felt some relief, he couldn’t fight the urge to tease you as he cooed over the sight of you so helpless underneath him. With an evil smirk, he pulled out one of the rocks that was supporting your neck, leaving your head hanging off the edge and eliciting a gasp from you. Before you could protest, he propped himself up against the wall with one arm, his body hovering over you and his crotch just inches away from your face.

 “Look at that pretty mouth of yours... You tempt me even in the most dire situations, sweetheart,” he let his free hand run slender fingers across your scalp, slowly massaging you. “Now that I think about it, I do deserve a prize for saving you, don’t I?”

 “Quit running your mouth and just help me get out of here,” you scolded him jokingly. He laughed and shook his head dismissively as he walked away to get back to work, fighting that strong urge to use your throat in such a vulnerable state.

 “If you say so, sweetheart. Maybe some other time.”

#zhongli #childe #ajax #tartaglia #diluc #kaeya #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #ajax x reader #tartaglia x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #mine #bang

[bestfrownsforever]

Heartache Arcade

Sorry for not having a proper cover again...hopefully these will do.

Also 1. my friend CLG is my co-editor now! Per's a master at finding grammar mistakes even I miss (ex. if you want the re-edited Dawn of a New Era then it's on Amino) so per'll be helping me from now on!

And 2. I'm hoping to keep a consistent schedule so expect a new Best Frowns Forever story every Tueaday! Starting with this story...

After having some brief fun as a Frown Lord, Puppycorn already hit a massive roadblock.

"Anyone else think this job doesn't make a whole lot of sense?" he asked while meeting with his co-workers around his bedroom table, "I mean yeah, it's fun to hurt people and stuff, but if we're so good at our jobs, then won't everyone be too scared to go outside anymore? Or maybe they'll leave the kingdom!? And if they do, should we want them to because it'd be bad if they did!? What should we DO!?!?"

Unikitty wrapped an arm around him from across the table. "Calm down, little bro," she assured him, "They're not going anywhere when the rest of the world sucks too."

"The solution's easy," Grandmaster Frown added, "Try luring them in with something fun and cutesy and make them almost want to suffer!"

"Oh come on," Hawkodile objected, "Something big pops up in the kingdom out of nowhere with us openly running it? They'll know it's a trap."

"Unless they're so desperate for a break that they'll take anything that looks happy and shiny," Dr. Fox suggested, "And Master Pain was the king of cringe before Frown's birthday."

"Hey!"

"I'm saying that as a compliment! You probably still like all that kiddie junk the citizens miss anyway, so why are you complaining about no ideas?"

Unikitty flew over to her brother. "I think she's trying to say that instead of using the things you like to try being cool, you can use them to actually prove your coolness as a Frown Lord!"

"Okay," Puppycorn considered, "But I already did accident-prone skateboards and roller skates...and that spiky ballpit."

"You mean I did them and you STOLE MY CREDIT!?" Dr. Fox reminded him before Brock pushed her away.

"Okay, someone needs a timeout...and if it helps, I've had the idea for a haunted arcade for a while now. But you're not wrong about the whole obvious trap thing, so from one gamer to another; how would you make it work?"

Puppycorn thought long and hard about the possibility until it hit him like his past self running into a brick wall.

"WAIT, I've been thinking into this job too hard! Grandmaster Frown did all this to be himself again, right? So maybe instead of haunted, the games can just be really hard to beat!?"

Everyone seemed interested except for the pouting Dr. Fox.

"But if they manage to win those games, wouldn't that be the best feeling ever?"

Puppycorn hummed until he lit up again like the lightbulb popping out of his head.

"They'll only get a few tickets and we'll make the prizes super expensive!!"

"Good enough."

Grandmaster Frown rose. "Then let's get to work, people! These games will need some Frown Lord-flare, and they sure aren't gonna make themselves!"

Puppycorn and Brock were the first to follow him to Dr. Fox's lab, dedicate many long days to porting the most difficult games they could find, and even more to making their own until after countless attempts at giving up, Puppycorn finally saw all his hard work pay off and open for business.

No one saw exactly when the new building appeared in the middle of town. It was just another rainy afternoon with nothing going on until people looked at their windows to see a massive, pale gray block of an exterior with a burgandy arching roof and neon colors everywhere from behind the windows. A tall sign next to it read "Heartache Arcade" with "& Casino" under it in smaller letters, both in some of the same bright neon colors.

Most closeby citizens came to the conclusion that their tyrants set it up, but some of them approached the arcade anyway, as if to say "How are they gonna break us this time?"

When they stepped in, they were greeted by giant rooms with arcade machines, gambling tables, and brighter lights everywhere, with a large prize counter and shelves for toys and other kinds of trinkets in one corner. They couldn't believe how everything seemed so...innocent.

They split up, each walking over to a different game or observing more of the retrospective dream around them, while Frown and Puppycorn spied on them from behind an "Employees Only" door.

"C'mon..." Puppycorn whispered, "Just play the games already!"

"Give 'em a bit more time," Grandmaster Frown replied, "They'll rip themselves in half before you know it."

Puppycorn turned to the nearest citizen, Theodore, stepping up to a slot machine, which hated having them there, but the others convinced him that gambling would make things all the more entertaining to watch.

"Supreme Slots, huh?" Theodore wondered before shrugging, "Well, guess it's worth a shot."

Puppycorn wasn't too surprised when Theodore bet the little money he had and won on his first try, only to get too cocky and lose it all too fast. Grandmaster Frown had a good laugh while Puppycorn looked the other way to spot Bim-Bom wrapping a hand around the joystick for the game he was most proud of; Furious Fetch.

Bim-Bom seemed happy at first, but just when Puppycorn worried even more, she got a a little confused as to what she was playing. Did she get to the lava pits yet?, he thought, Or the bugs? She's gotta know how hard running and jumping is by now though, right?

Then he heard the Game Over music.

"What!? There's no more lives!?"

Finally, a good reaction. Puppycorn was already holding back laughs and wagging his tail watching Bim-Bom pull out another token to play again. And then another. And another until she almost reached the end of the first level.

"WAIT, jumping on them doesn't kill them either!? What gives!?"

"That's the point!" Puppycorn snickered. She clearly wanted to give up but pulled out another out coin anyway. Maybe even keep going until she didn't have any left. But as if his silent prayers were answered, Bim-Bom slipped the token into the slot and lost almost as soon as the level started that time. Screaming, she stormed off to try something else as Puppycorn lost it.

"Cut it out!" Grandmaster Frown ordered, covering a hand over Puppycorn's mouth, "The evil laughing can wait, just don't blow this for us."

Puppycorn nodded, prompting his boss let go. They continued to look around, realizing more and more citizens were getting frustrated over what they were playing. And switching to other games or slots didn't help, it only strengthened the chorus of the most mixed reactions they'd ever heard in their lives.

"These games SUCK!"

"This was all the money I haaaaaaad!!"

"I can do this, I just need ONE more coin...anyone got some?"

"At least this isn't the other stuff we've had to put up with, calm down guys!"

"Are you nuts!? This is WAY WORSE!"

Puppycorn was too proud of himself to keep the door open. He shut it to chant and dance without a care until Grandmaster Frown laid a hand where his shoulder would be.

"Huh?"

"Not bad, Pain. Consider this your first

independent accomplishment."

"Really!? Aweso-"

They jumped at the sound of a sudden crash from the back room.

"Yeah," Frown ordered, "now take care of this place before the ragequitters can."

Puppycorn proudly nodded and saluted. "I'll do my best, boss sir!"

#unikitty au #Unikitty #unikitty! #best frowns forever #grandmaster frown #pain!puppycorn #fear!brock #misery!unikitty #plague!dr. fox #hazard!hawkodile #story #heartache arcade #heartache arcade & casino

[nocherryblood]

PLEASE REBLOG FOR AWARENESS- S*X BOTS:

So, only recently, in the past week I've been getting a lot (and a lot, for my blogs, is six) of random followers, and it was making me a little suspicious, so in the end I just decided to check everything out and see what was going on.

I mean, did a post of mine do really well or something? Did someone tag me a bunch of times? Did someone reblog something?

NO.

I checked who had followed me recently, and, low and behold, it was: bots! How great.

But what was even worse, was that these were s*x bots (I'm censoring some words to keep my blog somewhat safe). S*x bots.

So since I've seen a lot of these over the past few weeks, I've decided to put together a little of what I've found. It's nothing new- and it's pretty much common knowledge- but hopefully it might help a few people out (especially since I'm one of many people who try to keep their blog safe from harmful, or 18+ content) and maybe even help keep some people a little safer here on Tumblr

So, here we go:

PROFILE PICTURES AND USERNAMES:

First of all, check the pfps and usernames. Sometimes they'll be something like "d3rtyg1rl", but not always. Other times it'll be something like "sangdori" or "jpi011" (those are two real accounts that followed me, I've just changed one or two of the letters in them)- so something that sounds like a regular Tumblr account to tebe average user. So if the username checks out as 'normal', the next thing to look at, is the profile picture.

These, similar to the usernames, and all the other things I'm going to mention, may seem normal at first. Some of them may be fluffy kittens (a lot of them are "generic"), others may be a seemingly innocent selfie, a few of them are just blank Tumblr and some are just... straight-up 18+ photos. So be aware that not all of them are going to be easy to spot right away.

LIKES, FOLLOWS AND UPLOADS:

Right, so now we've come to the part where you've checked out the usernames and profile pics, and they both show no signs of anything sinister. Good- now, if you're still suspicious, it's time to check the actual account itself.

The first thing you might want to take a look at, is the content they've uploaded, or in some cases haven't uploaded, onto their blog. This is where things can get deceiving. Many of these accounts have just one "generic" post- such as slime, kittens, glitter, etc (usually these are eye-catching things, which means it can draw people, especially children, in)- immediately followed by some sort of sexual content underneath that, usually in the form of a nude photo or p*rn (some are obscured, though most aren't), which catches you off-guard, to say the least.

Now, as I said before, not all of these bot accounts are the same. Some don't have any uploaded content at all- this is where checking their Likes page comes in.

(And I'm aware that this may sound like we're stalking someone's account at this point, but trust me, we're not. We're just trying to keep ourselves safe- and these are not people, remember, they're bots. Bots don't care, bots don't have feelings. Bots don't care if we block them). So, back to the point, the next thing we check is the Likes pages.

Now, some of these pages will be purely 18+ content, as you would expect. Just straight-up p*rn links, or nude photos. But others, however, seem innocent at first... that is, until you scroll down the page. Usually, it's just liked photos of (again, the generic, and eye-catching stuff) some cute animals, a GIF of slime, or a popular meme, but if you scroll down a little further underneath that, you'll see that same innapropriate content all over again.

Though again, as with all the other things I've mentioned, some of these liked pages seem fine upon inspection, which is where we move onto the final thing to check if what you're seeing is a bot account: the following page.

To be quite simple... this is where you'll need to look at a bunch of accounts all over again... hooray! If you find that some of the accounts seem suspicious from just looking at the pfps and usernames, then great, that usually means you know that the account you were originally looking at is a bot account, and you can block them and be done with it (and even if you're not entirely sure, blocking them will keep you safe, and besides, it doesn't hurt anyone- believe me, your safety takes 100% priority over having that one extra follower).

But, if you can't tell just by looking at them, and you're still suspicious, and you don't want to just block the original account you were looking at... then this would be the time do all of the above again (checking likes, following pages, and content) just to make sure.

If you don't find anything else suspicious, then congratulations, it's probably not a bot account, and you don't have to worry about it. But again, if you ARE worried, then PLEASE do just block and/or report, the account. It's better to have one less follower, than be unsafe, or have to feel uncomfortable.

SO, I THINK IT'S A BOT ACCOUNT, NOW WHAT?

Now, if you've been through all of the above, and/or you're pretty sure that what you've seen is a bot account, then it's time to either block it, or report it.

To block an account, simply tap on the little 'human/person' icon in the top right of that specific account, and tap 'block' (note: this will only report them from one of your blogs. If you want to block them from another, or all of your blogs, you'll have to add them to the block list for taht specific blog). To report someone instead, just tap 'report'.

So, you might be wondering: what's the difference between reporting someone and blocking them?

Well, I'll tell you as best as I can. Blocking someone means:

They won’t be able to follow your blog, or send you fan mails or asks to your blog, and they won't be able to see your blog’s posts in their Dashboard. In addition to that, neither will they be able to like, reblog, or reply to your posts, and your blog won’t show up in their search results. It's a really good option.

They'll still be able to read your posts if they somehow come across them, but they can't interact/reblog them- at all. The only way people would even know you've blocked them is if they find that they get denied permission to interact with your blog- but remember, the chances of the finding out that youve blocked them is VERY slim, if it even happens at all (though remember we're talking about bots here though, not actual people, I just thought it would be useful information to include anyway).

Alright, so now onto reporting someone. Reporting someone means that:

The account will receive an email stating that they've posted banned content and must take it down. Tumblr will then still automatically take it down, and the account either gets suspended or deleted.

I would say that reporting the s*x bots would be the best thing you can do in this situation (you can still block them afterwards), seeing as the account will hopefully then be taken down (instead of just blocked on your blog) after being reviewed, which could help keep Tumblr at least a little safer once it does.

And just in case you were wondering: no-one will know if you've reported their account. The only way they'll know they've been reported (and they won't know who reported them) is if their content gets taken down or if their account is deleted- so don't worry about people accusing you of reporting them, as Tumblr keeps it anonymous anyway.

(Again, I've only added that part as useful information, seeing as s*x bots aren't real people and therefore won't care if they've been blocked or reported.)

There's more information about reporting and blocking people, along with Tumblr's policies and guidelines here, if you need it:

https://iheartmob.org/resources/safety_guides/tumblr_guide

Right... so I think that just about covers everything I wanted to say. If there's anything I've gotten wrong, or you think you could add on to, just drop a note or reblog this to help. After all, I don't know everything about these s*x bots, and just writing from my experience and what I've noticed about them. So help and/or additional information would be greatly appreciated.

I'm just fed up of seeing them everywhere and them making me think I've got a new follower who's actually interested in the blogs I make, when it's actually just a not trying to take me to some random p*rn website. It's wrong. So I just decided to write about my frustrations.

Now, Tumblr, if you could please sort your shit out, that'd be great, thank you very much, and we can all get on with our day.

If you've read this far, thank you very much for your time, and I hope I've managed to help you at least somewhat when it comes to dealing with these types of things in the future, or maybe just given you a little more awareness about how to stay safe on Tumblr, and other similar sites.

Anyway, I hope y'all have a wonderful day, and that you stay safe. Happy new year, too! 💛💙

#awareness #f*cking bots and where to find them #yeah #that was a pun #I'm sorry #reblog #spread the word about these #bots #please help #others find this #safe #issues #Tumblr #report #and block #any potential #please #oh #and #Happy New Year #by the way #2021 #is here

[how-do-i-turn-this-thing-off]

The Rebels Last Stand

Chapter LXV: Going on the run

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“They're there,” Rey said, returning to the Falcon under cover of darkness and shaking off some of the sand that had managed to cling to her even in that short period of time. “They're definitely there.”

“How many?” Leia asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared out at the third moon of Lok while the ramp came back up, securing them inside.

“I couldn't tell, but it looked like they're flying in formation. More than a few.”

Leia frowned to herself, gaze turned inward, not seeing Rey at all. “How'd they find us?” she muttered in a low, searching tone.

“I don't know,” Rey replied anyway.

“You're certain it couldn't have been Ben?”

“Yes. And anyway he wouldn't stay in orbit, he'd come to get me.”

“It's something else, then,” Leia said, turning away and staring into the ship as though she could see through it, into its different nooks and crannies, searching. “Either the ship's been tagged or we have a mole in the Resistance. Or both,” she added.

“A First Order spy?” Rey asked, frowning as well. “How could there be? Either you or I would have felt them.”

“I thought so too.”

“However they found us, they're here now,” Rey said, trying to shake off the feeling of being watched crawling across her skin, making her itch. “If they've seen the Falcon all we can do is wait. We won't be able to make it past more then one Destroyer, and even one would have been difficult.”

“No. We can do more than that.” Leia turned to Rey, her hands set on her hips differently from before, and finally Rey noticed that since she'd left Leia had strapped on twin blasters, older models that still looked plenty deadly from the way her hands rested on them alone. “If they've pinned us on the planet without trying to come get us or destroying us from orbit, there must be a reason.”

“Ransom?” Rey asked, her grip on her staff tightening.

“Probably. By now they'll have contacted the Resistance, and who knows what they'll be demanding with us as the bait. We have to abandon the Falcon and make a run for it, before Poe or anyone else does something drastic. We'll take the magnet plating and some thermacovers to block their sensors,” she continued, turning and making her way down the curved hallway and into the main hold. “If they haven't gotten under the crust yet they'll have to use remote thermal vision to detect us, so even if we just drape it over top we should go invisible to long distance scans. That'll give us time to get as far away as we can and hope the Rebels have the good sense to notice when the First Order realizes we're not there any more.”

“How far do you think we can get?” Rey asked as Leia moved quickly but efficiently around the hold, having to squeeze past Ani, who was doing his best to make himself as small as possible but was still taking up most of the free space in the room.

“With Ani, pretty far. He'll be able to carry a lot more than we could on our own. If we find a large enough pond to supply our desalinator we can camp out there for much longer than the First Order can disguise our disappearance.” R2 rolled over to her, beeping an inquiry, and Leia nodded, not looking down at him as she kept moving. “Yes, we're abandoning the Falcon,” she said as she went. “The ship's had a good run, but it's not worth our lives or whatever Hux is trying to extort from our friends. Maybe we'll come back for it someday, if we can.”

“Ammu, are you ready to go?” Rey asked, going over to him. She hadn't had a chance to talk to the child without Leia around yet and he was sitting alone at the game table, looking very small and somehow greener than usual. “Do you want me to help you pack up your things?” He glanced at her then nodded, slipping off the bench and padding towards the door that led to the crew quarters.

“Leia, anything we need from down here?” Rey asked, looking back, and Leia rattled off a few things that she tried to remember, repeating them out loud before following Ammu. Ani watched them both go, his wide eyes thoughtful, but had no chance of fitting down the narrower hallway anymore. By the time Rey caught up to Ammu he was sitting on the edge of the double bunk, head down, shoulders hunched over.

“You talked to him, didn't you?” Rey asked the moment the door had hissed shut behind them, going to him and kneeling on the floor, trying to look up into his face. “You talked to Ben.”

“I tried not to,” Ammu said, avoiding her eyes, “but I could feel that he wanted to talk to me. I could feel it, in here,” he said, brushing a trembling hand across one temple. “But I tried really, really hard not to.”

“No, no, Ammu, I'm not mad,” Rey protested, smiling at him and taking his hands in hers. “It's a good thing you talked to him, a really, really good thing. If you hadn't we would have been in trouble.”

“He said he only wanted to help us,” Ammu said, still not looking at her.

“And I'm sure that's true,” Rey agreed. “He told you about the fleet, didn't he? About the First Order, and that they'd found us?” Ammu nodded. “Did he tell you anything else? Did he want you to tell us anything else?” Did he give you a message for me, she wanted to ask, just barely holding herself back. This wasn't the time for selfishness, but now that her end of their connection had been flagging so badly how she needed to hear that he had!

“He said he's going to come get us,” Ammu said, finally looking at her, his black eyes searching her face. “He said he's on his way here.”

No. No, no, no. “He can't come here,” Rey protested, feeling her fingers tighten reflexively around his hands and making herself relax them. “He can't come, it's going to be a trap.”

“I can't tell him, not here. Master Skywalker will know.”

She might, she might not. Rey was tempted to say she didn't care, but for Ammu's sake she held that back, too. She wanted to say so much, more than she ever did end up saying, these days. “It's very important that he knows not to come,” she said instead. “Maybe later, when we get away from the ship, you'll be alone again. If he wants to talk to you will you tell him that for me?”

Ammu nodded then his face screwed up, tears falling down his cheeks. “I don't like it,” he said, holding on to Rey's hands tightly. “I don't like hearing him in my head. He's going to take me away, I can tell that he's going to take me away!”

“Not if you don't want to go,” Rey said, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around him, feeling his slight body shake with silent sobs against her. “Ben won't make you do anything you don't want to do.”

“Master Skywalker will be so angry with me,” Ammu mumbled against her shoulder.

“But you did the right thing. Even though you were scared. That's very, very important, Ammu.”

“Don't tell her,” he begged. “You can't ever, ever, ever tell her.”

“I won't,” Rey said, leaning back just enough to dry his face with the edge of her tunic. “I promise.” He sniffled and nodded, scrubbing one forearm across his eyes. “But you have to tell him not to come, if you can,” she urged. “It's very important, Ammu. It could save his life.” He made a motion that was part nod, part shrug, and she took that as something like a yes and stood, pulling him to his feet.

“We need to pack quickly,” she said, turning away to get the things Leia had told her to collect. “Is there anything Ani needs?”

“No,” Ammu said, going to the corner where he'd tucked his own things. It didn't take long for either of them to get what they needed but it was long enough that by the time they got back to the main hold Ammu's face had dried completely, with no trace of tears left to give them away. Rey wasn't sure whether Leia would have noticed anyway; she was already occupied with strapping things on Ani's back and Rey went to help her, noting R2 making some last minute alterations to the Falcon as they worked, his multitool plugged into the mainframe.

“He's making sure to wipe anything we don't want the First Order to find when they search the ship,” Leia explained, noticing where Rey was looking. “We don't have that much of interest on the computers here but it's worth it to deny them what we can. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes. Ammu?” Rey asked in her turn, and he nodded. “You?” she added, looking Leia up and down. Leia only smiled faintly, testing the ties that held everything on Ani's back. “What about you?” Rey asked, bending over so she could look Ani in one of his bulbous purple eyes. “Ready to save us all?” He replied in the Force in a way that she hoped was positive and she smiled, patting his head affectionately.

Leaving the Falcon behind was harder than she'd thought it would be, when the moment finally came. It was a dark night on the third moon of Lok and twice as dark under the crust, and they had to pick their way cautiously across the stone eddies, being especially careful to give a wide berth to any opening to the surface. Rey turned around just once to see the Falcon had melted into one more gloomy shape in the darkness, it's ramp up and tightly sealed, all lights off. Knowing they were leaving and didn't intend to come back made her swallow hard against a sudden swell of mingled regret and gratitude.

Thank you, she said in the tiny bit of the Light Force she still had, probably barely enough to make the salutation more than just a well-meant thought in her head. Secretly she resolved inside herself to come back some day, however long or short it took; if the ship was still here she'd come back for it, no matter what.

They trailed single file after Ani, the only one of them completely uneffected by the darkness, leading them on with his sense of smell and whatever connection to the Force akk dogs had that could bolster his normal sight. He was a hulking figure under the magnet plating and the thermacovers, the stiff fabric sticking out at odd angles and making him appear spiky on both sides. If they were being thermal scanned from any other angle bits and pieces of him would have still shown up, but as it was each of them had been amply covered from above and in these circumstances it would be just enough.

They went on and on and on, pausing only for short breaks, sharing around some water and offering a few faint words of encouragement to each other and to Ani especially. By the time the patches of stone beneath the gaps to the surface began to lighten with the coming dawn Rey's still-bandaged shoulders were aching under the pressure of all the weight on them, and when Leia finally picked out a spot to make camp she couldn't help a long sigh of relief; then a yelp, as she took off her pack and the parallel lines where it had bit into her skin immediately made themselves known.

“We can use this to prop up our thermacovers,” Leia said, gesturing to a stone arch that was particularly thin and particularly low to the ground, only just high enough for Ani to squeeze under if he stayed on his belly. “Rey, help me with the tent frame.” They unpacked the thin struts and set them up like a large lean-to with the arch as its entrance, guiding Ani inside first then carefully draping the thermacovers over top, liberally overlapping the edges to make sure it provided as much of a solid surface as possible. The magnet plating they left by the arch, and Rey volunteered to take first watch if only to rub her aching shoulders in peace. Ani and Ammu fell asleep almost immediately, Ani stretched out on his side and Ammu curled up in the space between his head and his forelegs. Leia, however, came over to sit at the entrance with Rey.

“We made it pretty far,” Rey said quietly. “Do you think they've noticed we're gone yet?”

“No, not yet. When no one leaves the Falcon for a few hours even though the sun's up, that's when they'll probably start to get suspicious. How are your shoulders?”

“Sore, but just sore,” Rey said, smiling reassuringly. “They'll be fine after a little time with nothing weighing on them. Same tonight?”

“Yes, for as long as we can hold out,” Leia said, glancing over at Ani and Ammu. “They're pretty tough, but they're not soldiers. Ani is big, but still not full-grown. The weight will start to bother him if we push them too hard, and if Ani starts hurting or getting too tired I think Ammu will plant his feet and refuse to go another step.”

“Probably,” Rey agreed, smiling. They sat in silence for a while, watching the rock landscape lighten with the daylight. Rey was just about to suggest that Leia go back to her bedroll and get some sleep when a fierce wind suddenly passed by overhead, making the stone flutes scream as it went, then a shadow disrupted the nearest splotch of daylight, a wide shadow that covered the whole gap between crust and sky, just for a moment, before continuing on in roughly the direction they'd come. The shrill pipes marked its progress, and not until the sound of them had faded completely did either Rey or Leia speak.

“I think they've noticed we're gone,” Rey observed.

“Yes,” Leia agreed, looking upwards. “These pipes might save us. At least they'll give us fair warning if a ship is getting too close.”

“Leia... have you thought about what Hux might want for us?” Rey asked cautiously, not sure if now was the time to have this conversation but too tired to be able to consider putting it off much longer.

“I've been thinking about nothing else. Why?”

“Have you thought... have you thought that maybe Poe won't be the one he's asking?”

Leia frowned, studying Rey. “Ben?”

“If he succeeded in taking the base like he said he would Hux might want to get rid of him even more than the Resistance. And you're his mother.”

At that Leia smiled bitterly, leaning back against the side of the stone arch. “Supreme Leader Hux isn't going to believe for even a moment that he can make my son do what he wants just because I'm here. But you think he'll come for you?”

“I think he'll come for all of us,” Rey replied, pushing down the worry that knowing he was, in fact, doing just that caused her. Ben was smart, he wouldn't just swoop in without a plan, and for right now she didn't have a chance of getting a message to him while they stayed tightly grouped up like this. At the very least they could run and hide as long as they needed to to buy him time. For now, she had to trust him. She had to do what Leia was always accusing her of doing anyway, and trust him completely.

Leia studied her a little longer in silence, her expression not changing but softening somewhat, almost puzzled, almost sad as she considered this. “Why?” she finally asked.

Rey shrugged. “It's what I would do.”

“Self-sacrifice isn't exactly common in the Dark Side.”

Rey only smiled at that, looking out at the stone and sunlight all around them, empty except for shadows, and, doubtless, fungal pads and moon frogs. Empty, but only for now. “He'll come.” ///////////////////////////////////////////

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