#so that people can filter them out if they want to

[wangxianficfinder]

Please don't censor words in your asks. I understand not wanting to write them out/worry over getting in trouble for it but Tumblr is not Tiktok or any other social media for that matter.

In order to properly filter out what you don't want to see, the words need to be written out. It makes it easier when you don't have to figure out multiple different ways a word is censored in order to actually avoid it.

Censoring words makes avoiding them harder on people who filter them out.

I don't mean to sound rude but if you truly care about someone getting upset then please just write the word out so they can filter it.

In the future, if a word is censored, I will write it out anyway. Again, not trying to be rude, just concerned about filtering.

- Mod C

#mod c

[grogumaximus]

As a performance engineer, he is the man who keeps an eye on all the data in a complex world like Formula 1 and leaves no stone unturned to see how to get even more speed out of the RB20. “For example, I can see how the tires behave individually, how high the temperature of the brakes is and how the hybrid systems of the engine behave,” says Hart in the Red Bull hospitality area.

Together with Lambiase, Michael Manning and David Mart, he is part of the regular group of engineers around world champion Verstappen.

“And GP is the one who talks to Max during sessions, so he has to filter all our information and assess what he finds relevant to pass on to Max. And then as a driver he now has an enormous library of experience. Max is ultimately the best sensor. He senses what he is up against and can make it very clear whether he wants to try something different and what exactly. He is very direct and knows what he wants. There is no room for politics or bullshit.”

In order to be able to empathize with Lambiase's work, Hart occasionally takes his position as race engineer, as was the case on Friday during both training sessions in Imola. Hart explains how a weekend is broadly divided.

“First we have to make sure that the car behaves as we expected. Then we look at how we can get more out of the speed over one lap. Where do we lose time in the bends, does Max feel limited somewhere at the beginning or at the end of such a bend? We then look at the longer runs and how we can protect ourselves against possible dangers.”

With the help of his engineer, a driver can adjust the necessary things on his steering wheel, for example when it comes to the brake balance or the differential. As far as Verstappen and Red Bull are concerned, the Azerbaijan Grand Prix last year is a good example of this. For Verstappen, that race in Baku was the turning point in the season.

“In those first four races, Checo (teammate Sergio Pérez, ed.) and Max were close together. But in terms of setup and the tools he uses, Max has gone in a completely different direction since that race in Baku. He has twelve so-called switch positions that he can use. He tested many of them in Baku, while normally you use two or three in a weekend. Max learned a lot then, and so did we."

Since that race in Baku, more than a year ago, Verstappen has not won only three races. While the Dutchman himself is almost never completely satisfied with how a race weekend is going, this also appears to apply to his engineers.

“Coincidentally, we were still talking about it together on Thursday evening. We as engineers are a bit like the goalkeepers in football. It's only when we make a big mistake that it becomes noticeable. We have to keep pushing to see if we can improve anything in areas where we are not yet performing optimally. And even if we are faster than the rest in every corner, we are still not satisfied and we look at where we have left something behind. Everything worked great in China, and then in Miami with the same car we didn't have the speed. And then afterwards you can understand so well why that is, here in Imola there is a completely different asphalt, the conditions are different and the tire compounds are also different.”

Given the immense pressure and expectations, Hart considers Verstappen's victory in 2021 in front of his own audience in Zandvoort as his personal highlight. The Englishman started working as Alex Albon's performance engineer in 2020 before being transferred to Verstappen the following year.

“With Alex we mainly looked at how we could close the gap with Max with the same material. With Max you look less at the other side of the garage. His experience, not only in Formula 1 but also with other cars, helps us. Actually, after a racing weekend I am also a kind of translator. In the debrief Max tells us what his limitations were. Drivers speak their own language. We then look at his words with the people in the factory in combination with the collected data.”

And yes, Verstappen may be the most important sensor, but he also sometimes has to rely on the information from his engineers on the pit wall and in the garage. They now have the complete overview.

“Especially in races where we play the longer game ,” says Hart. “We can see what the lap times of the other drivers are and how the different tires are worn. For example, if we say that Max needs to change something on his handlebars, he may well think: the balance is now just right. But then we have to prepare for later in the race. If you wait until the front tires are on, you will be too late. We always have to think one step ahead, otherwise you go too slowly.”

#i didn't know tom hart was the other guy whos always around max with gp n that he was alex albon performance engineer #also the baku'23 part is interesting #max verstappen #gianpiero lambiase #tom hart #better they fix whatever those imola setups tho 😄

[flightlessinsect]

The way some tom stans - or haters pretending to be stans - love to catastrophize the opinions of losers on social media needs to be studied. Because why did I see an anon on one blog say they "contacted tom's publicist" to tell them to do something about the "R&J pr disaster"?

Have y'all never followed any celebrity before? What disaster? The "disaster" of having multiple days of supportive crowds cheering at the end of each show? The "disaster" of multiple glowing reviews about the show from people who watched it - you know, people whose opinions ACTUALLY matter because they paid money to see the show? The "disaster" of the smiles on the cast's faces when they see the crowds waiting for them outside? No? Oh so you mean the "disaster" of random racists with 12 followers and a purchased blue checkmark and random tom haters who are jumping on the bandwagon to continue hating on him? The ones you guys CONTINUE to elevate by talking about them, engaging with their nonsense, or sending their tweets to active blogs... to do what, exactly? To coddle you and give you virtual hugs and comfort? To say "yeah I agree, tom is totes racist actually" because you are actually a hater but too much of a coward to hate directly?

Focus on the real people with real faces that the cast see cheering for them night after night. If you are being genuine, and the cast's mental health is your "concern", trust that they most likely know not to read that shit anymore. They probably have people filtering the actual reviews to them. If their physical safety is your "concern", trust that they have enough security to take care of them. If you are being honest-to-god "concerned" about tom's reputation, trust that you are blowing things way out of proportion. Tom gets tweets like those everyday and has been for years and he is just fine and dandy. Still getting work, still well-loved by people who actually know him, and still richer than any of us will ever be. Believe me when I say many many many many celebrities have had worse "scandals" and are still completely fine. Even the ones that are being called out right now on that block list will barely feel a dent in their reputations. As much as we like to pretend we're getting better, we still live in a celebrity-obsessed society.

Also, do take the time to consider that the silence of the production, of other cast members, and of Fran herself may be something that is happening on purpose. They see each other every day, work very (very) closely together, and surely have had discussions on how this whole thing will be handled.

Lastly, take the time to also consider that maybe you don't care about what Fran is going through at all and you just want tom to "do something about it" because you think it will give you moral superiority as his stan. OR you don't care about what Fran is going through at all and you just want to use this to fuel your hate boner for tom. Because trust me, the fans who DO care about everyone in the cast.. they are highlighting, retweeting, reblogging the glowing reviews and supportive posts and stories. They are posting pictures of Fran smiling on stage or at the stage door. They are talking about her talents, her stage presence, her beauty, her chemistry with tom. What they are NOT doing is posting hate tweets on their blogs so more people can see them.

#tom holland #romeo and juliet #wall of text #r&j #some people are either very transparent or very parasocial

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

I'm not a "ship" person whatsoever but I do scroll character tags on occasion and see quite a bit of Vox and Vel together as well as what seems to be a lot of what I'm assuming is female original character stuff. I've even seen some Charlie and Vox too. So it's out there, but unless you're scrolling through character tags I can see how it might be hard to find. Personally, I also block/filter a lot of the big "ship" tags so maybe that also makes it easier for me to stumble across this stuff that "slips" through since I don't know if those pairings have names.

I get your point though. I do think many are inclined to erase his bisexuality when it's convenient. Interestingly, they also erase Valentino's pansexuality too. The same with Husk as well, but I check his tag a lot less so who knows.

What disappoints me, and I know I'm about to come off as nit-picky right now lol, is the lack of research people put into their "sexuality" headcanons for the characters with reference to their different eras. When reading some of them, you'd think the idea of "gay rights" was a completely new and foreign topic that only emerged after the early 2000s. I get people want to go for the simplistic "repressed and doesn't know what being [insert identity here] is" for some of the older characters but that completely ignores a fascinating and rich tapestry of queer history that could create far more interesting (and still accurate) stories for the characters/their backgrounds. I would really encourage those who haven't already or are generally unfamiliar to dive into this history as it might inspire their character ideas while also educate them on the work, art, and activism our queer elders have contributed to the community we have today.

I think this may partially relate to character ages being under explored as well. While I've seen debate on what is canon/has been decanonized many of these characters, as far as we know, died in their late 30s and beyond. That's a lot of life to live and experience. While certainly many people throughout history (and even today) kept their sexuality hidden from the public due to culture, shame, and safety that doesn't mean there weren't many incredible private venues/spaces that could be utilized to explore those feelings/identities in secret.

I could go on and on about this but I've totally strayed from your original point (I'm sorry!) and I'm very tired haha. I just think there are multiple factors coming into play here with these character interpretations and, for me, the biggest missed opportunity is the lack of historical research. But end of the day people should have their fun! Just an observation.

Completely agree with this! I doubt my response will be as long since I just woke up but other characters doing certain things or not knowing about sexualities is interesting, it just seems like a lot of people think older people don’t want to explore any of that like it only just happened recently as you said. I like to joke about Angel being shocked about gay marriage and not knowing a bunch of current terms but thats about it. With him being in the mafia when he was alive makes it much more interesting as well, I’m pretty sure around his time the mafia was blackmailing men in gay bars but dont quote me on that I might be wrong.

Anyway for Husk and Valentino pan erasure I see that a bunch too. Not exactly erasure but just… ignoring it? Moreso erasure on Valentino’s end because Ive seen people get mad at people for shipping Valentino with a woman and was like “hes gay dont do that” no he isnt. Also dont ship Valentino with anyone for the love of god. But like people are super used to just making up headcanons that they dont bother to look up actual canon stuff. I know Hazbin isn’t the best but if you want canonically LGBTQ+ characters use what you have and add on later. Or headcanon a background character, thats what I did with Molly.

People are very focused on modern day queerness and forget that this stuffs been happening for decades and it’s a bit sad. Also I seem to have strayed from my own question as well?? Anyway ty for mentioning this! Its very interesting 🩷

#raimble #hazbin hotel #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin angel #anti vivziepop #angel dust hazbin #husk hazbin #husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #husk hazbin hotel #husker #husker hazbin #hazbin hotel husker #hazbin husker #tw valentino #cw valentino

[fluffyhare]

Like Real People Do, Part 9! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Avery and Casper visit Avery's lighthouse for the first time since they met. Avery discusses the prospect of taking Casper to visit his home. Tons... and I mean tons of sappy fluff. This is the longest part I have written, so far.

☁️ Warnings: Do I even need to say it, at this point? Ridiculously indulgent, super gay, suggestive, and lots of tickling (both ler and lee Avery, ooh~). No minors or no-age blogs, I am dead serious. I will block you on sight.

☁️ Author's Note: Nothing really to add this time, honestly... other than just how grateful I am that other people read and enjoy this fic. It's so special to me, and I love writing it, even though I get writer's block sometimes! I am still struggling with that a bit, so I am unsure of when the next part will be out. Thank you for being so kind and patient. 💙

This is a series!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9 *you are here

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

A low roll of thunder coaxed me awake, followed by rain softly thrumming on the window above my bed. Lifting one hand to rub my eyes, I reached out for Avery with the other. Nothing but cool, empty sheets. All at once, I was painfully awake. 

“Avery…?”

No reply. As I looked over, I saw that he'd even made his half of the bed. Who does that? 

I sat up vertiginously, my ears ringing as my feet found their way to the carpet. Dim, translucent sunlight filtered through the venetian blinds as I waited for the punishing hypotensive episode to pass, knowing that if I stood now, I wouldn't be standing for long. My toes curled with anxiety as I recalled flashes of the previous day; it had been pretty intense, what with the crying, the deep conversation, and the… session, afterwards… What if I’d scared him off…? 

“Avery?” I called a bit louder, this time in the direction of the living room-kitchen, which was all one space in my tiny apartment. Silence. My heart sank. Had he really gone back home without saying goodbye…? 

A metallic clang resounded from the doorway, followed by an unintelligible comment. Only then, after sitting upright had allowed my sinuses to clear, did I smell cooking oil and… eggs? 

“In here!” 

His voice was pleasant, but preoccupied. I measured a relieved exhale as I pushed myself to my feet, wobbling a bit as I stepped into my slippers. I should've known he wasn't the type to just leave without a word, by now. A twinge of shame stirred in my chest. 

As I entered the kitchen, Avery stood over the stove, my spatula looking like a child's toy in his large hand. He was the tallest I'd ever seen him, presumably due to the rain; the top of his curved head nearly grazed the ceiling as he turned to me, lighting the room up with his characteristically huge smile. It didn't matter that it was raining… I had all the sunshine I needed, right here. 

“Good morning! I made tea, would you like some?” 

“Hehe, sure… You didn't have to make us breakfast, that's so sweet of you! I didn't know you knew how to cook… What are you making?” I poured the tea, glancing down at the cast-iron pan, where Avery was doing what could only charitably be described as “cooking”. His intended preparation for the eggs was visually indiscernible.

“Well, I… I've never cooked anything before, but I figured I would try my hand at making fried eggs! I found a recipe online from this wonderful woman named Linda, she's a mother of two children and three “fur babies”, as she calls her dogs! Oh, Casper, they are so cute… no wonder she took so many photos of them! I learned other things from her, too: Did you know that there are so many uses for essential oils? Just this morning, I learned that peppermint can be used to keep wasps away! Isn't that interesting? I never expected to learn so much from a recipe for eggs.”

“Yes, that's very interesting,” I said, hiding my amused smirk behind my teacup. “I didn't even know you liked eggs.”

“I’ve never had them before, I just wanted to make them for you. Though, they didn't… really come out the way you like them, I apologize...” 

I blushed as it dawned on me that, not only had Avery quietly observed and remembered my favorite preparation for eggs, he had learned to make them just for me. 

“Oh, honey… they look delicious. I'm so touched you did this for me, what a sweet cloud you are!” 

Avery chuckled sheepishly as he took a plate from the cabinet. The eggs were a partially-cooked swirl of clear, white, and yellow. I couldn't blame him; cast-iron was not ideal for frying eggs… even I struggled, occasionally. I could see pepper, though – at least he’d used seasoning! 

“Perhaps it won’t be so bad,” I thought, but as the first bite entered my mouth, I had to compose my face in a mask of calm; it was the saltiest thing I had ever eaten. Though I tried to conceal my disgust, my eyes watered as I watched Avery's hopeful expression turn sympathetic. 

“You can be honest. I promise, I won't be upset. It was my first try, after all. Did I use too much salt? I thought it might help your blood pressure.” 

I turned my back to him as I spit into the trash can. 

He winced. “That bad, huh?” 

“It was a compassionate thought,” I said, wiping my mouth, “but, um… it's better to under-season until you get the hang of things. I'm really sorry. Please don't feel bad, okay? I know you did your best.” I wrapped my arms around his middle, nuzzling my head into his chest. “Thank you… Really. You are so kind.” I meant it. 

Avery pulled me closer, one hand on my back while the other stroked my hair. I closed my eyes as I turned my ear against him, listening to the wind whistle and howl just beyond the soft barrier of his body. I watched the rain soak my patio furniture. Truthfully, I wasn't very hungry. It was still fairly early in the morning, and all I really wanted to do was cuddle with him. 

“Casper… Are you okay with everything we did last night…?” 

His square glasses framed his large, concerned eyes as I looked up at him. 

“You mean, like… the teekay stuff?” I tried to hold his gaze, but turned my attention back to the window as I felt my ears flush. He chuckled, softly. 

“Yes, the tickling stuff. Prior to last night, I'd never held you down before. Well, I might have held your foot hostage, once,” – my blush deepened – “but last night was… a bit different. Was it okay? Were you uncomfortable, at all?” 

I was grateful for Avery's cool body against my hot face. “I… n-no. It was perfect… ah… really,” I stammered, struggling to attach words to the flustered, enthralled, gratified thrill he'd given me the night prior. It wasn't just “okay”; in terms of tickling… in terms of most things I'd ever done with another person… it was the best I'd ever had. 

“Was it fun for you, too?” I summoned the courage to look back up at him. 

He smiled again, tenderly, his face brimming with affection. I could only wonder at what I'd done to deserve for someone to look at me the way Avery did; in that moment, I was the only person on Earth. 

“The most fun I've ever had, dewdrop.” He cupped my face in his palm, stroking his thumb along my cheek. Then, he giggled a bit. “Goodness, the way you howled… I was certain I'd hear a knock on your door, any minute!” 

“Avery!” I squeaked, now flushed with a full showing of red as I buried my face in his chest. Avery's hearty laugh filled the room, causing a flurry of butterflies to take flight in my belly. God, how I wanted to hear more of that. Anticipation tingled along my fingertips as I restrained the urge to give him a ticklish helping of his own, right that instant. “That isn't very fair, you know,” I whined into his shirt, “I can't pin you down like that.” 

“Well, true, you can't conjure like I can… But, if you'd like a bit of ‘quid pro quo’ as it were, I'd happily allow it.” 

My heart fluttered in my chest. How was he so compliant? I felt the buzz in my hands spread up my arms, wondering if he'd really be able to withstand a real tickling from me. 

“Really…?” 

“Of course! I hardly gave you a fair shake the first time, and I have to admit… I did enjoy it quite thoroughly…” A delicate cornflower shade rose in his cheeks. 

“Well, I don't have to work today, and frankly, I'm not particularly hungry… well, not for food. We could start right now, if you like…” 

I flashed him a look that seemed to catch him off guard; his eyes grew wider, and he lifted a hand to his lips, as if preparing to cover his face. 

“Ah, well, I, um…” 

Before he could finish stammering, I offered another suggestion. “Listen… I'll get dressed and put on my raincoat. If we're gonna do this, it should probably be at the lighthouse… you were right, it would really suck to be interrupted… and you are much louder than I am.” 

I twirled away with a giggle and a flourish, leaving him with his watercolor blush leaking all over his face. 

+++

My eyes scanned the apartment courtyard. Luckily, the rain had kept most of my neighbors indoors. I motioned for Avery to follow me outside, then quickly locked the door. He hoisted me into his arms, my green raincoat squeaking as it crinkled under my knees.

“The cloud cover is low, today… I should be able to conceal us there. The altitude is well within the safe range for humans, but tell me right away if you start to feel hypoxic, okay? Are you ready?”

I cuddled into Avery's chest, watching the rain roll off his skin and clothes. I wasn't sure if it was a human-made product, like Scotchgard, that made his clothing waterproof, or a Cirropian invention. Either way, he did not seem phased in the slightest by the rain. I supposed that made sense, considering that he was rain on the inside. My fingers curled into the front of his shirt; though we'd flown together before, takeoffs still made me nervous. 

“Ready,” I replied, a bit shakily. 

“Hehe… Don't worry, okay?” He hugged me closer, nuzzling his face under my coat hood and kissing my cheek with his cold lips, forcing a giggle out of me. “We’ll be there before you know it. Just hold on tight, and don't look down.” 

I felt Avery's chest expand as he drew in a deep breath, crouching low to the ground, before he rocketed upwards, my stomach lurching as he launched us into the sky. The rain thundered against my rubber coat as it was met with our upward momentum, and I tucked inward as much as possible to shield my face. The rush of autumn wind was cold as it wrapped around my neck, hands, ankles, and anywhere else it could reach. With my head reeling and knuckles white from my grip on Avery's shirt, it felt like an eternity before we slowed to a stop. 

“There, now. That wasn't so bad, was it?” 

I blinked, looking up. Everything as far as I could see was white. Reaching out tentatively, I swished my hand through the damp, icy mist, watching it swirl around my fingers. As I shivered, Avery tucked me closer to him. 

“It's weird to think that this is what it'd feel like, if I could reach into your body.” 

He stepped gracefully through the air, cutting a path through the milky cloud. The way he moved reminded me of the rooftop scene from Howl’s Moving Castle; whimsical and effortless. 

“Perhaps a bit, though, I can assure you… nothing inside me is as still as this cloud, hehe. My storm is always raging, no matter how docile I might appear. If you were to stick your hand into my belly, you'd feel wind, lightning, hail… it wouldn't be very pleasant.”

“Well, no need to worry about that. I don't need to reach inside… at least, not to make you giggle! All it takes is a light stroking across the surface…” I traced a fingertip along the underside of his chin. “Isn't that right, Avery?” 

To my surprise, Avery bubbled up with giggles, scrunching his neck a bit as I ran my digit along his skin. Until that moment, it had not occurred to me that he might be ticklish there! It was no surprise, however; so far, Avery was ticklish no matter where I tried. 

“Awww! Avery, are you ticklish on the underside of your head?” 

“I… aheh, I suppose I am…” He was clearly embarrassed, but with his hands preoccupied by holding me, he couldn't cover his face. His eyes shifted away from me, a nervous smile drawing up the corners of his lips. It was easy to forget that he did not know his own tickle spots; since Cirropians were unable to tickle each other, he had never experienced it prior to meeting me. 

“Oh, god, that is so cute. I can't wait until we land… I wanna scribble all over under there.” 

I watched a flurry of emotions pinwheel across Avery’s face; surprise first, then a deep blush… before he seemed to compose himself, meeting my gaze with an impish glint. 

“I hope you don't think that, because I am holding you, I'm powerless against your taunts… “ 

He winked, and as he did, a foggy white hand appeared before my eyes. I gasped, but obviously, there was nowhere to run; I could only cling tighter to Avery as the silky digits of his duplicate hand scribbled gently under my chin, along my jawline and down my neck. 

“Ahahahahavery!” I squealed, shrugging my shoulders as I tried to hide as much exposed skin as possible. It was of little use, however; the ghostly fingertips were not only agile, but quite dexterous as well, affording them perfect timing to strike wherever I was unable to guard. As was usual with Avery, I quickly realized the futility of trying to fight; for someone with no experience, he was ridiculously good at tickling. 

“Ooh, what happened, dewdrop? Did you get a little too big for your boots? Did somebody throw a stone right back at you… right into that little glass house of yours? You're not ticklish under your chin, are you? Right heeeeeere?” 

“Plehehehehease! I'm gonna f-fahahahahahall!” 

“As if I would ever let that happen… Not to worry, I can handle all your helpless squirming! Just relax and enjoy the in-flight entertainment, we'll be landing shortly.” His voice was laced with barely-contained laughter. 

“AHAHAVEREHEHEHEY!” 

+++ 

My legs wobbled as he set me down on his doorstep, still quite giddy, and more than a little flushed. Chuckling, he rested his hand on my back to steady me as he unlocked the heavy lighthouse door. 

“I know you're eager, but let's have tea first, okay? I know it may have seemed spur-of-the-moment, but… the primary reason I gave you a tickling was because I could tell you were getting cold, and I wanted to get your heart rate up. We can do whatever you'd like once you’re warm.”

I held his cool, soft hand as he led me up the winding staircase into the coziness of his tiny kitchen. 

We'd only been together for a few months, but it was difficult to remember what my life was like before Avery; it was as though some secret part of me had known him all along, and was quietly waiting for me to meet him again… to find him again, in this life. Even the scent of his kitchen, of his skin – the wet stone, sea, and old paper bouquet of his life – were somehow familiar to me, even the first time, and even though I'd never lived near the ocean before. Perhaps that was why trust, in both directions, was so effortless with Avery; in some way, right from the start, we saw each other in ourselves. 

“You've been staring into that teacup for ages… Are you alright?” Avery’s wooden chair scraped the tiled floor as he inched a bit closer. Just beyond a gingham-print curtain, raindrops pelted the springline window that illuminated the small space. 

“Oh, sorry. Actually, I… I was thinking about Cirropa. Do you ever get homesick…?” 

“Yes, quite often… But, I do call my parents when I feel that way, and that makes me feel a bit better. It isn't the same as being with them, though.”  

“Do you ever visit, or do they ever visit you?” 

He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms thoughtfully across his chest. 

“Well, I’ve been living in this lighthouse for about six years… and in that time, I have only visited once. It isn't difficult to visit Cirropa, per se, but it does take quite a bit of energy. Aheh… I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but sen-clouds – sentient clouds, like myself – are forbidden from inhabiting, or even visiting Earth. If you've ever watched Star Trek, the principle can be likened to the “prime directive”; your kind is not ready for the technology and capabilities we possess, or, broadly… to know of our existence. I am the only one for whom an exception has been made, and only given the dire circumstances that I am here to address.” 

I watched the rain streak its way down the glass.

“You weren't supposed to meet me, were you…?” It wasn't a question. I finally looked up from the tiny pool of black tea, and into his clear, gentle eyes. 

“No, I was not. Sending anonymous data and reports to scientific labs and institutes was the only contact with humans I was intended to have.” 

“Will you get in trouble because of me, if anyone finds out...?” My words twisted with guilt.

“Perhaps… but, probably not. The alternative was that I allow you to drown, and no Cirropian would deem that acceptable. Not all Cirropians hold humans in high regard, it’s true… but none of us are so cruel.” 

“I can't blame them for how they feel… I’m so sorry for what my species has done to yours. It makes me so sad… and so angry, too.”  

“I understand, but, pet… you cannot shoulder that burden for humankind. All we can do – both of us – is work and hope for a better future. It's just that simple… and just that hard. But, I believe the effort will be worth it in the end. Don't you?” 

He offered a tender smile, extending his hand for me to hold. I took it. As I did, he pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms securely around me. Melting into his embrace was as natural as breathing. We shared a quiet moment together, listening to the rain dance and the ocean waves crash against the distant shore. 

“Avery… Do you think I could meet your family one day?” 

“Certainly. In fact, my parents already know about you.”

“What?! What did you tell them?” I pulled back to look at him, incredulous. He laughed, rubbing my back reassuringly.

“Hehe! Nothing but the truth; that you are very kind, intelligent, and honest… and that you're the apple of my eye, of course…” 

I flushed deeply, looking away from him. With one soft knuckle, he gently tilted my head back to meet his eyes. 

“They’re very excited to meet you, Casper. Nobody back home has ever met a human before – you'll be quite popular, I'm sure of it. And, I just know my parents will love you… much like I do.” 

I tittered, breaking away from Avery’s hold as I felt my ears flush. “Aww, hell… I love you, too, fluffy-head.” 

Avery gasped, feigning offense. “Was that a swear I just heard out of you? And in my home, too! The nerve of some humans, my word… I suppose we’ll just have to correct that, won’t we?”

I started, leaping out of Avery’s lap and nearly slipping on his kitchen rug as I darted for the door. I wasn’t typically the type to run, but, hell – he’d already gotten a free shot at me on the ride over, what was the harm in giving him a little run for his money? Plus… I was supposed to be tickling him! If he was going to get me again, he was going to have to work for it!

“Ohoho… now, you’re in trouble,” was the last thing I heard as I swung around the corner, giggling uncontrollably as I rushed down the winding metal staircase toward his bedroom. My heart fluttered in my chest as I tried to listen for him over my clambering footsteps, but I didn’t look back to check if he was chasing me. I wasn’t even sure what I’d do once I arrived in his room – maybe hide under the bed? Given the narrow nature of the lighthouse, there weren’t a lot of other options. 

“Almost there,” I thought, but just as my hand touched the doorknob, my feet lost traction with the floor. 

“W-wait, WHAhahahait!” I laughed as Avery grappled and carried me through the doorway, tossing me like a ragdoll onto his large, soft bed. Then he was on top of me, his quick fingers tickling every spot on my torso that he could reach.

“Wait for what, exactly? I was already kind enough to give you a headstart! Did you really think you could outrun me? What were you going to do when you got here, hm? Hide under the bed?” He teased, shaking his head in amused exasperation as he squeezed my sides, kneaded his fingertips into my tummy, and scribbled under my arms, never staying in one spot for too long. I thrashed against the bed, overtaken by delightfully panicked, hysterical laughter; my grin was so big, I couldn’t even keep my eyes open.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE,” I howled through my laughter, trying to roll onto my belly to protect myself from the full-frontal attack.

“You certainly make a lot of unclear requests! Please what, dear? Please find all of your most ticklish spots, and tickle you there? Why, I’d be delighted to!”

Avery did not stop me from rolling over, but as he responded by sitting on my hips, I instantly realized the mistake I had made. Not only had I ensured I wouldn’t be able to predict his movements, I had no hope of protecting myself from this angle. He didn’t even need to conjure extra hands – he simply lifted my left arm over my head with one hand, and began scritching away at my armpit with the other.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOOO!” I screeched, burying my head into his pillow as I laughed wildly, my free hand clawing at his quilt in futility. Much to my embarrassment, I was also beginning to drool on his pillow.

“STAHAHAAHAP AHAHAHVERY!” I kicked my feet in ticklish glee against the bed, the rest of my body practically immobilized.

“Hehe, my goodness… the way you squeal when I tickle you here! This spot must be terrible for you, isn’t it? Tell me… are you ready to apologize, yet?” He changed tactics, using only one fingertip to draw a quick, torturous spiral in the center of my hollow.

“YEHEHEHES! I’M SORRHEHEHEYYY!”

Avery snickered as he switched to an impish flickering motion, still with just one digit. “Let’s make sure you mean it… sorry for what, dear?”

“S-SWHEHEHEHEARING!” I could barely get the word out. My body trembled beneath Avery as I had completely given in to laughter, my face practically glowing with heat as tendrils of blue hair plastered themselves to my hairline. Finally, he relented, moving off of me and helping me to roll over.

“Look at how flushed you are! Oh, dewdrop…” He tittered affectionately, cradling my burning cheek in his chilly palm. “You’re as red as a strawberry.”

My head swam as I sat up, still giggling as I complained, “Dude, look! You made me drool on your pillow, I feel bad…” 

Avery's hand on my cheek slid down to my chin, angling my head gently to look at him. He leered over the rim of his glasses, his tone low as a smirk played along his lips.

“You realize I've tasted the inside of your mouth, right…?” My eyes widened as they met Avery's sultry gaze; had I not been so flushed already, I would have. “I'm not fussed over a little drool… especially if I am responsible for causing it.”

My lips tingled as I was weak but to recall the frigid softness of his kiss, my eyes wandering from his eyes down to his mouth, tracing the tiny divet of his cupid's bow. As he spoke, his endearing, crowded teeth were revealed to me in vulnerable flashes, contrasting with his authoritative demeanor. I imagined them, smooth and hard as crystal against the tip of my tongue.

“I…” 

“Yes…?”

“C-can… can I…” 

Before I could finish, Avery leaned his plush lips into mine, tugging me closer as he circled an arm around my back. We fell together onto his quilt, our bodies a tangle of limbs, hands and skin, gaps between us closing until I was unsure of where I ended and he began. The cool silk of his body brushed and pressed against mine, wrapping me in his huge embrace and enormous love, kissing like he’d been waiting all his life for this moment. 

In my besotted haze, I could still appreciate the differences between this second kiss, and Avery's first one; his effervescence was now tempered with a savoring patience as he mirrored my tactics, elaborating on my techniques nearly as soon as he'd learned them, rendering them uniquely his own. His passion was so intoxicating, it took a moment for me to realize I was dizzy for another reason. 

“Avery… l-let me breathe…” 

“Oh, oh, I'm sorry. Did I get carried away?”

I tittered, stroking his cheek. “No… you were wonderful. You're great at kissing. And… a lot of other things, too.”  

I watched his blush spread beneath his pale, translucent skin. Even though he'd just been kissing me like he'd never get another chance, he still sheepishly avoided my gaze at the compliment. 

I continued, adopting a sly tone, “Speaking of which… aren't we here, in this lighthouse, for a reason?” 

That same surprised kaleidoscope of emotion from earlier twinkled across his face; surprise, embarrassment, then guilty reminiscence. 

“O-oh, that's right…” 

“That's right, is right. Roll onto your back, for me?” 

Avery repositioned, laying with his arms at his sides. I straddled his hips, folding my arms across my chest as I sized him up, a small surge of confidence pulling my lips into an approving simper.

“Are you ready?” I asked. 

“Hehe, as I'll ever be…” He replied, already giggling a bit. His cotton tank top rested loosely around his torso, offering little protection for his sensitive skin. As I lifted the hem of his shirt to his lower ribs, I watched his blush spread down his neck. 

“What have I gotten myself into… “ He laughed, covering his face with his hands. 

“Oh, no. None of that. You're not hiding that grin from me this time, Nimbus. As a matter of fact, I think I'd like you to lift your arms up.” I smirked wickedly. 

Avery's eyes filled with a recognizably giddy panic, but he wordlessly complied, lifting his arms and placing his hands behind his head. Except for where his wrinkled shirt laid across his chest, his upperbody was completely exposed. 

“N-now listen, Casper, aheh,” he stuttered, squirming a little beneath my weight, “you would do well to remember that whatever you dole out, I am perfectly capable of- pfffHAHAHA!” 

Before he could finish, I pressed all ten of my fingertips into his bare, rounded belly, scribbling them gently into his softness. 

“Capable of what, peach?” I teased, snickering as he softly rocked his body from side to side. I was a bit proud to have caught him off guard, and easily followed his movements. “Capable of gales of laughter?” 

“G-geehehehehe! Don't s-start whihihith THAHAHAHAT!” He howled, his tummy trembling beneath my touch as he kept his arms dutifully raised, his huge grin and vibrant blush on full display. 

My heart melted to see him go to pieces like this; all of his clever wordplay, physical strength, and supernatural abilities were nothing in the face of a little tickling. He was completely undone, laughing with all the reckless abandon of someone who never even intended to hold back. So dear was he, that I could scarcely continue teasing him for the intensity of my own fluster, but I'd painstakingly memorized too many weather puns to just let them go to waste!

“Don't start with what~? All these tickles I've been saving for a rainy day? Well, I'm definitely not going to let you rain on my parade… it's best to make hay while the sun shines…!” I peppered him with idioms, working him into an even more desperate, giggly lather. 

“CAHAHAHAASPER!” Avery whined with delicious, bubbly anguish, the surface of his skin beginning to glow and buzz with electricity. My fingertips skittered from the middle of his belly to his sides, quickly pinching and tweaking his delightfully squishy body. 

“Hehe! Coochie, coochie, coo! Wow, you're so ticklish! I'm barely even touching you, Avery!” He truly was wonderful to tickle; everywhere I touched seemed to get at least a giggle, his more tender spots eliciting booming, thunderclap-like laughter that bounced off the many bookshelves and illustrations in his bedroom. 

“Alright… let's see if you can handle the spot that you just love to torment me with…” I leaned forward, hovering my fingertips menacingly over his armpits. 

Despite not knowing if he was ticklish there, given that I had never tickled his pits, Avery was already so giddy that he simply cackled away, regardless. 

“Wahahait! WAHAIT!” He begged, but much to my amusement – and though they were trembling a bit with the effort – he kept his arms up. 

“Ohoho, yeah? Wait for what, giggly cloud?” I taunted, grinning as I wiggled my fingertips mere centimeters from his smooth hollows. Avery's entire face radiated a saturated blue as a flurry of sparks began to fly off from his skin, landing harmlessly on his thick bedding. His large eyes curved into mirthful half-moons, simultaneously fearful and glittering with excitement. 

“Tell you what – I'll give you until the count of three to tell me what you want me to wait for. Ready?”

“I, ah- Cahahahasper! Ehehehehe!” 

“One…”

“I- I have to tell youohou somethihihing!” 

“Then tell me! Two…” 

“THAHAHAT'S NOT ENOUGH TIHIHIME!” 

“Hehe! Well, it's too late now! Three!” 

With that, I lowered my whirling fingertips to his exposed pits, gently scribbling into his supple skin. 

Avery's back arched off the bed as his uproarious laughter filled the room, a shower of sparks surrounding us like a miniature fireworks display. I chuckled affectionately below his howling as I watched tears forming behind his foggy spectacles. I had to admit, it was impressive how long he kept his arms raised, despite how outrageously ticklish he clearly was. 

“Oh, this is too perfect. You had some nerve calling me a glass house; just listen to you! You are just as ticklish here as I am, you fluffy dork!” I let the moment overtake me, spidering my fingertips from his underarms, to his neck, to under his chin, scritching merrily long the silky underside of his cloud-shaped head. 

Finally, completely overcome with laughter, Avery could take no more. He lowered his arms and ensnared me, wrestling me onto my back and assailing my face with kisses. His hands held mine firmly to the sheets, ensuring no chance of escape as I squealed gleefully, my feet kicking as I endured the loving torture. After a while, he collapsed beside me, a deeply contented sigh rolling from his lips. I cuddled into him, resting my head on his soft chest. 

The stormy morning faded to a drizzly afternoon, and as the breaking waves and tinkling rain harmonized, Avery's breathing regulated, slowed, and fell into the rhythm of sleep. I whispered, hoping to catch the edge of his consciousness before he drifted away. 

“Avery…?” 

“Yes, my dear…”

“Did you really have something to tell me?”

“Hehe… yes, actually…”

“What was it?” 

“Mmm… I'm going to take you to Cirropa, soon… I promise...” 

As we slipped together into an indulgent mid-day nap, I tucked that promise – along with Avery's tender, patient love – away in the innermost pocket of my heart. 

#tickle fic #tickle fluff #tickling community #casper and avery #like real people do #fluffylore #writing #my fic #romance #tickling #ocs #my ocs

[mariacallous]

Let’s say you just searched Google to learn more about this new AI Overview feature that everyone’s talking about. If your query triggers an AI Overview—and not every query will—then you might see an AI-generated summary of this very article at the top of your results. These new AI Overviews in Google Search present users with AI-generated answers to queries that are culled from information on the web, and they’re presented in a way that gives you the answer you seek without ever requiring you to click on a web link or even learn the names of the publications that the AI used as sources.

Google has already released a nascent version of AI Overviews within something called the Search Generative Experience, but it was only available to users who opted in. However, at the company’s I/O developer conference this week, Google announced that the newly renamed AI Overviews is now receiving a wider launch; everyone in the US who uses Google to search the web or ask a question will now see AI Overviews at the top of their results—again, if their question can be answered by a summary.

What if you’d rather just see web links? Unfortunately, AI Overviews are baked into the default search results page now. You can’t opt out of seeing them or turn them off. While there’s no way to fully disable AI Overviews for your Google account, you can choose to just see a search results page filled with web links. You have to select a special filtered view after each individual query. After landing on the search result page topped with the AI Overview, click on the More tab—it should now appear among other filter options like Images, Videos, Shopping—and click Web. You’ll see a results page just showing links to actual websites.

When can you expect your query to trigger an AI-generated summary of the results? “AI Overviews appear for complex queries,” says Mallory De Leon, a Google spokesperson. “You'll find AI Overviews in your Google Search results when our systems determine that generative AI can be especially helpful–for example, when you want to quickly understand information from a range of sources.” During my initial tests, it felt like the AI Overviews popped up almost at random for queries, and the summaries appeared for simple questions as well as more complicated asks.

According to De Leon, the AI Overview is powered by a customized version of Google’s Gemini model that’s supplemented with aspects of the company’s Search system, like the Knowledge Graph that has billions of general facts.

One of my core hesitations about this feature as it rolls out is the continued potential for AI hallucinations, more commonly known as lies. When you interact with Google’s Gemini chatbot, a disclaimer at the bottom reads: “Gemini may display inaccurate info, including about people, so double-check its responses.” There’s no such disclaimer added to the bottom of the AI Overview, which often simply reads, “Generative AI is experimental.”

When asked why there’s no mention of potential hallucinations for AI Overviews, De Leon emphasizes that Google wants to still offer high-quality search results and mentions that the company did adversarial red-teaming tests to uncover potential weak points for the feature.

“This implementation of generative AI is rooted in Search’s core quality and safety systems, with built-in guardrails to prevent low-quality or harmful information from surfacing,” she says. “AI Overviews are designed to highlight information that can be easily verified by the supporting information that we surface.”

Knowing this, you might still want to click through the webpage links to double-check that the information is actually correct. Though it’s hard to imagine many users, who are often looking for quick answers, will spend extra time reading over the source material for Google’s AI-generated answer.

Liz Reid, Google’s head of Search, recently told my colleague Lauren Goode that AI Overviews are expected to arrive for countries outside of the United States before the end of 2024, so over a billion people will likely soon encounter this new feature. As someone whose job relies on readers actually clicking links and spending time reading the articles, of course I’m apprehensive about this change—and I’m not alone.

Beyond concerns from publishers, it also remains unclear what additional impacts might trickle down to users from Google’s AI Overviews. Yes, OpenAI’s ChatGPT and other AI tools are quite popular in Silicon Valley tech circles, but this feature will likely expose billions of people, who have never used a chatbot before, to AI-generated text. Even though AI Overviews are designed to save you time, they might lead to less trustworthy results.

[canisalbus]

I am so sorry if this is inappropriate but machete's fluffy ass is the greatest thing ever

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#ah #Machete's fluffy ass is getting good reviews as well #that's nice #answered #anonymous #a lot of butt asks lately sorry #they're just sort of funny #I guess I'm labeling commentary like this as mature even though it's not #so that people can filter them out if they want to

[reegis]

UDAD POSTER HAS ARRIVED!!!!! got a bit bent in transit </3 but it looks SO COOL !!!! I'm so happy to own a physical print!!!!!

AAAAAAAAA im happy it got there (mostly) in one piece!!!!! hopefully the bend will flatten with time 😭

thank you so much for buying one!!

#can never get used to seeing my prints actually printed out aaa ty so so much 💖 #asks #im going to start tagging my posts talking abt redbubble related ish so people can filter them out if they want shdjfjfj #i fee like its been a bit much lately my b #reegis redbubble

[disfrutalakia]

Fics I never wrote and probably never will:

- the people finding out 4halo are in a situationship, classic 5+1 type of fic

- Forever coming back from his trip only to find that Badboyhalo died and everyone trying to figure out how to tell him

- a letters based fic, that would be focused on 4halo exchanging letters and slowly overtime end up confessing to each other or at least having real talks about the things they went through

- a purgatory sick fic where Forever is feverish and can't get up so Pac is taking care of him on the last day when they find the eggs.

Yeah I think that's it. Yeah it's a lot of 4halo sue me

#4halo #mostly so people can filter out in case you don't want the mention of them

[littencloud9]

no way i see a hate comment on someone’s ao3 fic in our year 2023 😭 have we not been through this! ao3 writers owe readers absolutely nothing and also nobody’s forcing you to read a fic. i’m biting somebody

#op was so sweet and cute in the a/n too i was heartbroken #i went to defend them i hope thats not weird but i cant stand people like that on ao3 #it’s literally a website where you can filter anything you dont want to see #and if you do come across a fic not to your liking you can literally just leave #taking time out of their day to write a hate comment on how the fic ruined their christmas. damn. you must be sad and miserable and bitter #anyway i hope op has a GREAT christmas and that hater can rot lol #ao3

[sprout-fics]

i saw your reblog about makarov and i 100% agree im excited he’s a great villain but also dreading it all because i know for a fact people are gonna write fluffy cute fanfic for him, i’m fine with people liking the actor who’s gonna play him seen a few things julian is in and he’s really good and seems like a nice guy but like let’s leave it at that?? sorry for the rambling thoughts

Honestly, again, folks can write what they want. I'm not going to stop them, because this is fandom and we can do what we want. I personally will not read it for reasons mentioned prior.

I will confess I have considered writing for Makarov, but nowhere near a romantic context. The idea I had for him which I will probably not pursue is a very winter-soldier type affair where he manipulates the main character after they are MIA from the taskforce. He is meant to be written as manipulative and dangerous, and even after MC is freed he continues to haunt them. Romance is not involved, only emotional manipulation. It's an interesting concept, but I feel a sense of discomfort with the idea of writing it because I'm not particularly prone to dark fics. I'm thinking about maybe incorporating the idea into some Whumptober prompts, and leaving it at that

#idk I've been conflicted about a lot of this stuff recently #I think there's a balance between write and let write #and being acutely aware of the reality that villains are based off of #I've written for Graves and Valeria but I do not for a single second condone what they've done and the things they are based off of #and I try to incorporate into my writing that they are not good people and therefore relationships with them are not healthy due to that #but I know I'm not perfect and I own up to that too #idk I've been thinking about going low on fandom commentary for a bit because I feel like its asking for anon hate #and that stresses me out #If folks want to talk to me about this they are welcome to over dm but I don't debate anons #anyways as always please tag your fics appropriately so people can filter the stuff they don't want

[possamble]

I think the most egregious case of "tagging a background f/f ship" is when the f/f ship is an established couple that spends most of their screentime trying to get the m/m or f/m ship together. They barely even flirt. Many such cases. :(

I know there are real problems I could get heated about but this one truly makes me want to book a rage room

#asks #yeah sure fine whatever use characters as an accessory or plot device #can you just keep it out of the actual tags for that relationship #we actually want to see them being romantic and important to each other instead of acting entirely for the benefit of another couple thanks #i hate to say this but in my experience ive seen it so much more often for m/m than anything else. maybe its just the fandoms ive been in #but some people think its uwu mlm wlw solidarity to use f/f pairings as accessories to their m/m pairings and its like #you can do that! i get why its cute and feel good to have characters be friends who care abt each others love lives! #but can you please understand that people who use the f/f pairing tag actually want to see them being in love themselves #and not have their entire plot relevance revolve around the dudes in their life. #youre misrepresenting the content of your fic if you tag a pairing as one of the main relationships when theyre only there to help another #pairing along #and believe it or not it gets really tiring to see. #and we can't even joke amongst ourselves about keeping the m/m exclusion filter on without getting accused of homophobia #or being 'weirdo fucking yuriheads' or whatever the trendiest insult lately is #anyway. whatever. this is all so stupid and petty im just gonna clock into work lmfao

[rhineposting]

So is the implication from that headcanon is that Belos sexually a*saulted Hunter? If yes, why did he do it? Is it like a chain of harm thing, like he himself was abused as a child, or was it just to be a prick?

The short answer would be yes, but the long version is a bit more complex than that.

More in-depth, but possibly triggering answer, below the cut

Okay, so. I'll begin with a disclaimer again.

The Belos pictured above is not canon Belos, and never was supposed to be. He exists solely as a device to explore an alternative scenario that would not make sense for canon Belos, as well as the weight behind it.

The main difference between this Belos and the canon one, is that he does not perceive Hunter as his nephew - to him, he was simply the boy he made specifically for being available at the snap of a finger. The abuse depicted in canon was clearly based on familial bonds, so I wanted to stray from that.

Disclaimer over.

So. Let's begin with Hunter.

While he is certainly a victim, assault isn't exactly the word I'd use to describe the specific type of sexual abuse he had gone through. To me, assault always implied something sudden, violent and unwanted from the get go - you know it's wrong from the start.

And that's precisely the opposite of Hunter's situation as depicted in the fic.

He's what I like to call an Unsympathetic Victim - the kind that most people doubt when they describe their story, the kind that doesn't fit into the convenient, tasteful or sometimes fetishized box of what being a victim means. Sucks, but unfortunately, it still happens everywhere. Those people, though their experiences and feelings are viewed unsavory or even sometimes disgusting by society, are still just as valid as those approved by it. Trauma isn’t a fucking measuring contest, and that’s that.

As for what that exactly entails...

Hunter, due to being isolated from peers and other adults, ended up developing an unhealthy infatuation with Belos, which resulted both from him being the only "good" adult in his life, as well as intrusive thoughts based in his already existing trauma, on top of teenage hormonal changes. Of course, he had no idea that it was wrong. He had no reference points whatsoever on what was right and wrong.

At some point he had admitted to those feelings and normal for his age desires - which, unfortunately to him, Belos decided to entertain. I won't go too much into detail, but eventually, Belos and Hunter's already awful relationship ended up gaining a sexual layer to it.

Here is where the "unsympathetic" part starts :

Due to his lack of proper education and severe emotional manipulation from Belos, Hunter never considered himself a victim. Right up until he started watching that movie with Luz, he thought it was perfectly normal for a teenager and an adult to be in a sexual relationship. Of course, for him the adult in question turned out to be a genocidal maniac and narcissist, but he never hated those more intimate parts. If anything, he was always happy to participate as he did enjoy it, as ugly as it may sound.

Of course, his logic skips on the parts where Belos guilt-tripped consent out of him, or that he was afraid of the disappointment that would follow after openly saying no, which as we know resulted in physical abuse in canon. All he knew was that he trusted Belos and that the act itself was physically pleasurable for both of them, so it couldn't have actually been something wrong. That it couldn't have been abuse as well.

That is, again, right up until he was proven otherwise by Luz, to which he reacted with brief panic then shutting down. Not only was that last illusion of normalcy taken away from him, now he believes it was his fault for having those thoughts to begin with. If there was one thing Belos taught him well, it was the art of self-victim blaming.

But in shorter words...

No. Technically speaking Hunter was not assaulted - rather, he was groomed and coerced, and mayhaps gaslit. While those two situations are both sexual abuse, they are two different kinds of it and that kind of distinction is important.

Now, as for Belos...

I personally do not like writing him with a "chain of harm" trope, as likely as it might've been, because I feel like it defeats the point of him consciously making the decision to do the wrong thing for over 400 years.

However, reducing it to him just "being a prick" misses the point as well.

Canon Belos first and foremost, wanted to have complete and utter authority and control over Hunter, while also demanding devotion, adoration and loyalty from him - which applies to This version of Belos as well.

So, when Hunter ended up coming forward with his intrusive thoughts and desires, to Belos it was an opportunity for two things :

Truly becoming Hunter's number one everything - further preventing him from finding someone else to possibly prioritize over him, which is why in canon he detested the sight of Flapjack so much, on top of him being Caleb's/Evelyn's palisman. Anyone from the outside of his influence was a threat to his control over Hunter. So, with him being Hunter's God, mentor, caretaker, superior and then """lover""", he was This close to stopping the redemption arc from happening. Alas, Flapjack and Luz still came around.

Satisfying physical urges without having to look too far, and without the risk of landing with someone who could stab him in the back. Hunter just so happened to be the perfect fit : willing, obedient, not ugly and always available. Sometimes, that's all there is to it with abusers.

In shorter words, again : 

It was more about asserting his control and blowing off steam while at it, not just being an asshole.

Again, I cannot stress enough that this headcanon/interpretation/whatever is NOT meant to be in any way titillating or romanticizing sexual abuse. It is, first and foremost, a character study that’s based and inspired both by personal experiences and observations of both fiction and real life - in hopes of partially bringing light to often overlooked or stigmatized effects and types of trauma. In case you were wondering, no I am still not a therapist or any other kind of licensed professional, so do Not take my word as 100% credible and without fault as I am only human. That will be all for now.

#tw trauma talk #tw csa mention #tw child grooming #toh #the owl house #rhine rambling tag #storyboard belos #toh hunter #alt belos #I should probably get a different tag for this guy so people can filter him out easier if there's a need for that. #empgold #??? is that the right tag??? I dont' ACTUALLY ship them in any way shape or form. #I really don't want people to get the wrong idea. I swear to God I don't view the dynamic like That. #On another note #To the people who had similar experience/s like described above... #I see you. You're not disgusting for that and you didn't deserve it just as much as every other victim/survivor out there. You're not alone

[bombusbombus]

recoloured this old warmup to repost cause I had it on my mind.

If Clark is going to be in earth 19 (gotham by gaslight universe) (they're publishing more gbg and clark is going to be there), then listen to me listen to me, he needs to be a cowboy. Superman needs to be a cowboy in the big city. I am SOO serious about this. I am on my knees, DC, let me write for you, I would add so many themes about modern technology versus traditional knowledge and sprinkle in some anticolonialism PLEASE.

You could have a cute little Daily Planet that has to struggle against yellow journalism in a smoky little backroom & setting their own type, a la The Truth. You could have gentlemen's clubs. You could have a brutal war against unions in the streets and one lone titan of industry giving into their demands. You could have the exact same 3 batkids from the movie, there's literally nothing to improve on there. You could have Clark tear down a barbed wire fence with his bare hands, in a futile attempt to unravel colonialist ideas of private land ownership. Imagine the alien knows more about the earth, the real earth, than the knight in his city does. Imagine the American dream failing Clark, who has to go back east to the big city, failing Bruce, who lost his parents, failing everyone over and over until they decide to build something without it. In an era of rampant exploitation, what do real heroes look like?

Or you can make the justice league fight big steampunk robots ig I'm excited either way.

#all that to say ask me about the gotham by gaslight superbat friendship I've been thinking about for a LITERAL YEAR... #the original colouring on this was only the sort of ass you can achieve with a blue light filter at 2am #also I can hear you saying “why do your warmups usually look better than your final drawings Moose?” #(shh let me imagine I have a huge rapt audience) #well. I have aphantasia which makes it much harder to make things up than to draw from life #however my passion is cartooning. so I'm a little fucked #I also have a disability that sometimes makes me run a temperature when I overexert myself mentally #so drawing cartoons can make me run a literal fever #whereas drawing from life is more abt hand skill than brain skill so it doesn't fuck me up #but that's why I don't draw much anymore lol. Arranging people and items and background on a canvas is excruciating trial and error #but when you already have a pic the photographer has done some of that for you and you just need to collage preexisting images together #and once you have the elements of the picture then it's easy to retroactively construct a balanced tableau #tl:dr creativity is hard and makes CPU explode but editing is easy #that being said if a mutual wants me to draw an animal or something for them & gives me a reference I will drop everything to do it. dm me. #seriously I'm good w anything organic like plants or animals or horrible growths #hell if u do thumbnails I'll draw the full thing. I'll write w you. I fuckin love collaboration. #might be a bad writing partner though cause I'm neurotic as hell #. #I just remembered that Dan Garret was in earth 19 last time it was shown in a comic #no offense to all you dan-heads out there. but I think he should die. #cause I would be. obsessed. With 1890s Chicago cryptid Ted Kord #I think he should be 23 and terrible #the most steampunk guy around. Probably takes cocaine. Still a college student (gettin his fourth degree). Hasn't left his house in a month #not to mention futureboy Booster in his kevlar vest with his iphone named skeets

[09lover]

man its so hard to interact….

i be seeing my moots interact with others or others interacting with them… i wanna do it too.. but i feel like something is stopping me uauausuw 💔

#its like a mental block or smth… like yknow… #its not even about ‘oh im too scared/anxious to interact’ its literally i cannot like my mind does not allow me to do such thing #maybe thats why its so hard to be in active terms with everyone #its like a gen bad thing but im not too affected by like not being able to interact first #the part that affects me more is how like i can only stay in active terms with specific people bc they interact with me first… #like i wanna reach out to my other moots too but but WKKDKEJDJSJR #i wanna be good friends with them too yknow #not just be their silent moot that only likes and rb their awesome stuff #es in his misery hole #<- filter this #mayb socializing a lot isnt meant for me. but i really wanna do it i want like a wider social circle and enjoy myself more and such but #personally i dont know how to continue a convo or be a rather interesting person even if the mental blockage is gone

[hollyand-writes]

So annoying that people don’t tag my NOTPs so that it’s harder for me to avoid them 😅  I’m guessing it’s because the ships in question are somewhat rare-pairs so people think nobody will be bothered by seeing them...? 

I don’t want to dump on any rare-pairs as rare-pair content is rare enough (and I totally understand the pain of that, believe me), but it makes it hard when everyone says “you should curate your social media experience!” and it’s getting increasingly hard to do so because people won’t tag things 😅 

Anyway, if people could tag the ships in their posts so that the rest of us can curate our experience better, that would be great. Thanks! 

#tagging this as #carver hawke #merrill #for Reasons™ #obviously ship what you like (and i will always tag my own carver & merrill content for people who want to avoid that ship) #but #for those of us who want to avoid ships (or characters) that squick/trigger us #it really helps if you tag them so we can filter them out #thanks! #sorry to be a bitch about this #it happens a lot #and #i'd prefer to avoid unfollowing or blocking people over it #unless i really have to #anyway #sorry again about this #hollyand rants #NOTP