#sorry for being so venting my aggressions in the tags but man. you really could have just assumed good faith.

[cebwrites]

Hey there, how is it going ?

There's a man in my work place that makes me feel very uncomfortable and I'm not sure how to deal with it :(

I was wondering if I could suggest headcanons for how Corazon and Law would react/handle it if his partener was in the the same situation as me

I hope it's fine

oh my goodness anon, i’m so sorry that’s happening to you, if you ever want to chat or vent about this my dms are always open, dear! i’ve been in similar situations and the dread, the discomfort, anything else you’re feeling right now, is scary but also acknowledged <:’) i turned them into drabbles for the sake of flow and formatting, i hope that’s okay with you!! hopefully these can help distract you from the situation, if not provide some catharsis, sending all the love and good vibes to you ;;; 💕💓💞

(law’s part turned out a lot longer than expected so i decided to make a separate post for him that you can find HERE it’s also a lot darker though so i’d tread with caution;; )

Helping their s/o with someone uncomfortable (Corazon)

gn reader, hurt/comfort, a ton of fluff to make up for it cw: creepy aggressive behavior, mild depiction of a panic attack (if anyone wants me to tag anything else please dm me to lmk) word count: 0.8k

It’s a lovely day for a walk out on the town, you've been planning planning this date with your boyfriend for a while now and you were positivity ecstatic.

You only had to drop some things some things off at work and then you’d be off, doing tons of lovey-dovey (and clumsy) things with your beloved for the whole day! 

Your schedules rarely lined up so perfectly, so the two of you were determined to make it worth it with a whole laundry list of fun, nauseatingly sweet activities to do, starting with a rendezvous picnic in the park followed by kite-flying before it got too sunny, then ice cream; you continue to go through the list in your head, humming a sweet little tune to yourself when all those rosi-y thoughts stop short when you see him.

A man standing outside the shop you work at, the same man that been accosting you at your workplace for almost a week.

Fear builds in your heart as you duck behind a stall to avoid being seen. You consider ringing up a co-worker on your Den Den Mushi to hand in the paperwork for you, but that thought dies as soon as you turn and he’s standing right next to you.

“__-chan! I haven’t seen you at work in a while, where have you been??”

He singsongs and you instinctively take a step back, customer service smile already in full swing, with a not-so-discreet uncomfortable undertone.

“Oh, I’ve just been busy, you know. Planning things, and whatnot.”

“..Planning?”

“With my boyfriend! Planning things, with my boyfriend. We’re actually supposed to be going out today, so I really should-..”

You trail off, hands tightly clutching the paper bag withholding work details you should’ve handed in ages ago if it weren’t for this creep. Your throat feels tight, as if your ribcage had shrunk three sizes, you stare at that man with an unreadable expression, like a deer caught in headlights.

You were surrounded by people on a well-known street and it was about to be midday, why exactly were you so scared.  …Moreover, did he get closer?

Just as the man opens his mouth again and you feel like you want to cry, a fist extends from behind you and launches your unwanted pursuer across the paved canal, disrupting people’s otherwise quiet mornings but very will saving you.

“Sorry, my darling, did I keep you waiting long?”

His arms are around you in an instant and Rosinante lifts you with a little spin. Oh, Rosi. Your adorable, clumsy, endearing, ex-navy boyfriend Rosinante. There’s a distinct char in his scent - he must’ve had another ‘accident’ on the way. You love this man so much you simply must kiss him. So you do.

“Silly sweetheart, you were supposed to be waiting for me,” you laugh into his shoulder, trying to wipe the tears away before he can see.

Rosinante does, though, he always does. “I missed you, dear. I couldn’t wait any longer to see you.”

You huff a joyless laugh and gesture for him to set you down - the two of you were kind of making a scene, punching a guy into a wall and whatnot - pecking him on the cheek before he can stand upright again. He flushes pink, just like the hearts that adorn his charming little button-up. The resounding chime of your giggles only adds to this.

“Rosi?” you hum, hand held snugly in his as the both of you walked.

“Yes, dearest?”

“I think I’m a little tired to do everything on our list today. Do you think we can postpone?”

“Of course, mi más querido tesoro. We can plan another day out for us anytime the sun shines high or the moon glows brightly for us.” 

You roll your eyes and just how cheesy your boyfriend can get; Rosi dips low to press a smooch to the back of your hand so you grab him by his hat strings for a surprise kiss before he can fully stand up again and the man spooks so badly he falls up a nearby staircase, disturbing a surly looking cat on the window sill with his clamor, and ends up with more than just a few boo-boos worth kissing.

‘They’d need antiseptic!’ 

You can hear a kid with his spotted North-Blue hat with a temper not unlike that cat in the back of your mind, a fond smile already spreading on your face as you pull your boyfriend out of the pile he’s made of himself, dusting the clumsy clown off.

“__, I love you so much. How is it that you put up with me?” Rosinante mentions as he gags a wad of cat fur out of his mouth, sitting on the steps, seemingly unaware of the flames he’d stoked in your heart and face, only grateful that he didn’t spontaneously catch fire this time. 

By the time he looks back, you’ve already walked ahead, so he scrambles to his feet, “__! Wait for me!”

You turn to him, smiling, rivalling the afternoon sun’s very rays with it, 

“You’ll have to be faster than that if you want to share that triple scoop sundae with me, Rosi~”

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece imagine #fluff #rosinante corazon #donquixote rosinante #op corazon #corazon one piece #donquixote corazon #rosi x reader #corazon x reader #corazon x you #rosinante x y/n #one piece rosinante #rosinante x reader

[skyalent]

Batfam x Cat! Reader

This is from my X Oneshots Book on Quotev and Wattpad!

Batfam (slight Justice League) x Cat! Reader

Requested: No

You are a cat, more specifically a kitten. Not an ordinary one of course. Don't mind if things aren't exactly accurate okay? I tried.

Fem cat reader.

I got really into writing this one so it's really long. Sorry not sorry!

The cat pics are you! (From A Whisker Away)

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Bruce first found you while he was running around as Batman, chasing after a weird crazy scientist that was doing experiments he shouldn't be doing in Gotham. You know, like kidnapping civilians for experiments, using them as bait for other experiments, or worse, as food.

You were sitting there in a testing chamber, lying down as you heard ruckus going on through the glass door. You couldn't be bothered to stand up and check, you knew there wouldn't be any point since you would still be in the same room.

But then a man in black came walking by, looking around wearily. He spotted you and looked at your small form and easily caught your interest. This was not the same lab coat wearing man you were familiar with.

Glancing at the label to the right, which said Project 39, he grabbed the files there and briefly read it (the most recent notes).

- Did not have any reaction to any supplements given - Shows no aggression to the bait given - Maybe powers or mutation in a dormant stage?

But at the end it stated - Project Failed. Might use for bait with other objects (potential food?)

With that information, Bruce quickly opened the door, scooped you up with one hand and brought you with him.

When he entered the building to rescue the civilians, he found he was too late. He had already caught and tied up the scientist, waiting for the police to arrive. Bruce had decided to explore the building more for things he missed, perhaps find other civilians or find the projects and lock them up for safety.

But alas, the scientist did not want anyone else looking at his uncompleted projects and hit a button, brutally killing each one. Each one died to a weird gas that was then sucked away by the vents, leaving no evidence. Well, each one was affected except for one. You.

Bruce didn't know about the gas, therefore he didn't know how each project died, if they were alive before he was there, etc. However, knowing that he could at least save one life, even if it wasn't human, made him feel better. Just by a little bit.

You snuggled into the chair of the bat mobile as he drove you to your new home, the Wayne Manor. He let you go off for a few days exploring the manor, knowing that you needed to get used to your surroundings. Plus, this way he could observe you and your behavior, just in case that scientist missed something.

You constantly scratched at the hard metal collar given to you by the scientist, clearly uncomfortable. Bruce managed to take it off of you and replace it with a much more comfortable one that came with a tag in the shape of a bat that had contact info.

Watching you over the span of a few days, Bruce realized you were just an ordinary kitten. An ordinary kitten that had became a part of Bruce's family. When he needed a break from paperwork, you always found him and that ended up with him playing with you and a feather attached to a stick by a string.

Alfred also enjoyed your company. You were a playful and well behaved cat, never making a mess like he expected you to do (pushing vases off of tables, or cups, plates, anything fragile that could break really). If Alfred had some time to relax (which was rarely) he would be found with you on his lap, purring softly to his delightful strokes along your back.

Sometimes you would go off for a few days being missing, before coming back and walking around the manor as if you hadn't been gone at all. Bruce put a tracker on you and had learnt you just go out and about Gotham, but you always returned home after a few days (limit being 3 days).

Meeting Bruce's boys were... Hectic...............................................

Continue reading on Quotev or Wattpad!

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[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

original ask from nonnie: Hi! Can I request fluffy headcannons for Denki and Kirishima where the reader is a night owl or get very hyper at night?!?

-> find part one here <- this prompt is so cute and i had to do a pt 2 😌

headcanons for bakugo and midoriya for: a hyper night owl! [pt 2]

Katsuki Bakugo

this man sleeps at 8:32 pm what do you expect

bakugo is usually pretty big on getting his sleep, but if he knows that you’re hyper and your sleep schedule is effed up,,,

...it’s effed up.

Bakugo probably first tries to hide the fact that he cares and hands you some warm water, “just go to sleep. it’s not even that hard.”

but you’re just being this adorable little puppy, bounching up and down and you’re just like, “i’m sorry, who’s she? who is sleep?”

bakugo first shakes his head and decides to try to sleep on his own, but he keeps hearing you bounce, and that lingering feeling in his head to go talk to you and drag you into bed makes him get up

(healsolowkeyjustwantscuddlesfromyoubecausehehadabadday😭😭)

“Uh, Bakugo? didn’t you say you wanted to go to bed earlier? you have a bunch to do tomorrow, i’ll be okay!”

“you’re going to get sick and it’ll be annoying to take care of you if you don’t sleep. come on, extra.”

i saw this on another blog but he def calls you “my extra” and that makes me so SOFT EEEEEEEEEE

bakugo LOVES cuddles, especially since he wasn’t that big on hugs or touches as a kid

he loves cuddles from you especially, and will literally hold onto you for as long as he possibly can

will he ever admit it out loud? no

BUT will this adorable pomeranian hold is arms out like a lil’ baby since he’s exhausted, and open his arms out like an angry embarrassed pomeranian with arms open for hugs?

yes omg 😭❤️

if you say no, will he start crying internally and/or burn the entire house down?

of course

man’s so touch-starved, he will literally do anything for your cuddles

he literally does not want to admit that he doesn’t feel comfortable sleeping without you by his side 🥺🥺

bakugo leads you into bed and turns off the lights, and can i just say, he’s such a softie when he’s sleepy

he was already tired when he went to go pick you up, so at this point, almost the moment his head hits the pillow, he falls asleep

*puts on sunglasses* BUT NOT FOR US NIGHT OWLS

WE HOOT INTO THE NIGHT AND SCREAM “CAW CAW BTCHES”

his hand will be delicately caressing your cheek, and he’ll be saying absolute nonsense since he’s so tired, “you smell... like flowers. nice flowers.”

you laugh, “is that so?”

“yeah,” and he snuggles in closer.

OR OR OR

if you two both surprisingly can’t sleep, expect you lying down on his chest and bakugo stroking your hair, while you two just go on your phones

and every so often, bakugo will laugh and say, “look at this idiot” and show you an iconic tiktok

other times, 

Bakugo’s head is layed on your chest, and he’s just sleeping so peacefully

his breath is syncing with yours as you pull him in closer. 

dang, he’s actually kinda angelic when he sleeps

you obviously still can’t sleep, but watching bakugo this vulnerable is something that you’ll cherish forever

you plant a kiss on his forehead as you turn off the bedside lamp, at least trying to get 2 hours of sleep, which was better than nothing

but bakugo feels you moving, and thinks you’re gonna leave

so this precious boom boy just says, half-asleep, “don’t go, y/n..”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

he’s the most vulnerable when he’s sleepy, so in a low voice, he’ll say, “i love you,” before falling back to sleep again

please cuddle and take care of this man, he loves you more than you may think

Izuku Midoriya

I think Izuku probably sleeps at around 11 every night, sometimes midnight on average??

this bby cares about you so very much, please remind him how much you love him 🥺

he’s not too much to usher to you sleep right away, but he does want you to get plenty of rest

expect an inspirational speech about getting sleep

“it’s important to get lots of sleep, y/n! getting sleep means that you’ll be strong enough to face tomorrow, and you can have more energy for the next day. that’s important! but...we must sleep for the right reasons. yes, that’s important. sleep isn’t just about getting attention or becoming famous, it’s about getting energy! you-”

the poor boy is sleep-deprived please give him a break

he also likes making you tea!! he will literally do anything to make your life easier

“i know you’ve been having a lot of trouble with taking care of yourself because of school... so i at least hope this can help a little!”

thIS PRECIOUS BOY WILL SHOWER YOU WITH KISSES

I HAVE SO MUCH LOVE FOR HIM IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY

he’ll literally give you kisses everywhere, and smooth out your hair and play with it

he’ll sometimes spray lavender that his mom gave him to help you sleep better

expect having a playlist of late-night songs

even though he does sleep kinda early, there are days when he just cannot sleep because the poor boy has one thing in common with all of gen-z, anxiety btch

he sometimes ends up venting, but hear me out, it’s the extreme type

he’ll literally say, “i’m so tired... you know? i’m tired of always waking up everyday to the same thing, i’m tired of forcing myself to eat, i’m tired of always having to do things i don’t wanna do and-

“sorry about that! i didn’t mean to change the mood so quickly!”

but nonetheless you give this boy the cuddles he deserves because HE’S SO PRECIOUS

he’s also an extremely good listener, you could literally talk about anything and he’ll acknowledge it right away

you’d probably sigh and say, “i don’t hate her, of course not! but it’s just-- her vibes, you know? her vibes aren’t right. she hasn’t done anything to hurt me, but still! i’m getting really bad vibes from her, so maybe we should stay away? no wait that justs sounds so mean, sorry! but what if she actually-”

you stare at him, “i’m sorry, was i blabbering too much?”

he’s half-asleep and-

he can and will shoot random nonsense and start blabbering

but sometimes it’ll be insanely cute and he’ll be so smooth

“no, keep talking,” he whispers. he will literally pull you into the softest hug and say, “your voice is...” he yawns. “your voice is really pretty, y/n.”

😭😭❤️

i had a really awesome time writing this ahh! this was honestly so cute, and if you’d like me to do any other characters, lmk bb! i also love making friends so please interact with me if you’d like me to love you aggressively becAUSE I WILL-

REQUEST HERE

tag list!: @cathwritestragediesnotsins, @mari-bug, @missmorosis​, @maddiemadill​, and if you’d like to be added lmk!

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[ranjish-hi-sahih]

I posted 1,192 times in 2021

243 posts created (20%)

949 posts reblogged (80%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 3.9 posts.

I added 825 tags in 2021

#vincenzo - 339 posts

#doom at your service - 100 posts

#hong cha young - 99 posts

#chayenzo - 76 posts

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#tvn vincenzo - 29 posts

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Longest Tag: 96 characters

#sorry to be sappy on main but they're going to start a family someday after they finally confess

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

the rain, the flashbacks, the confessions, the kiss. good God, the kiss. and then that preview-

i just wanna say to the writers:

179 notes • Posted 2021-09-26 18:43:07 GMT

#4

myul mang as kim saram, as human feels so different, looks so different. he’s softer somehow. the steely, cold look is gone from his eyes. they’re warm and almost inviting and dare i say it, innocent. 

he’s been born anew and sig being able to portray all that is what i call great acting, folks-

222 notes • Posted 2021-06-28 16:40:18 GMT

#3

The Queen Sacrifice

in chess there is an actual literal move called the queen sacrifice where you give up the queen in return for tactical/positional advantage or other compensation.

we saw two very different queens get sacrificed today and wow! i am amazed at the fact that they basically weren’t kidding when they had vincenzo say that we’d be playing a game of chess from now. 

moreover, there are two types of queen sacrifices. real and sham and where do i even begin with this?

a sham sacrifice leads to immediate benefits. choi’s sacrifice, i believe is a sham. han-seok is not getting any long-term rewards for giving up his queen.

cha-young getting shot though is a real sacrifice, in my opinion. benefit in this case is not immediate but positional in nature where the rewards are more beneficial and continue over a period of time. what those are, we’ll have to wait and see...

this could very well be me rambling but here’s a quick chess dump on you from someone who needs to vent aggressively about the episode. 

324 notes • Posted 2021-05-01 18:03:24 GMT

#2

so you're telling me that both kisses were partial ad-libs!?!

we really gotta thank the actors, man. they gave us the romance that we can't move on from.

346 notes • Posted 2021-05-23 10:42:44 GMT

#1

y'all realize how beautifully they've used food as a love language in homcha-

it isn't grand, it isn't loud, it isn't forceful.

what it is is gam-ri halmeoni quietly leaving food at du-shik's doorstep. what it is is hye-jin calling her stepmom's braised potatoes delicious and her stepmom holding onto that moment for years to come. what it is is du-shik eating hye-jin's shitty cooking with a genuine smile on his face. what it is is gam-ri halmeoni feeding JUNE in a way only grandmothers can. what it is is i-jun giving a dalgonna heart to bora. what it is hye-jin sitting down with her parents and du-shik at a raw fish restaurant and finally feeling like a family.

i am sure that there are many that i have missed but sue me, i'm still not over the fact that it's over-

434 notes • Posted 2021-10-17 16:53:55 GMT

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[lucarioisinthevoid]

AHHHHHHH I HAVE IDEA!!

How about Henry interacting with Helpy and the “annoying” Ultimate Custom Night characters! Maybe throw in Funtime Freddy!! Helpy could be his son or maybe Bon Bon reincarnated! Just sheer silliness and stupidity :p

Animatronics: Bonnie, BB, JJ, Phantom BB, Phantom Mangle, Phantom Freddy, Old Man Consequences, Trash and the Gang, Helpy, El Chip, Funtime Chica and Phone Guy! (Sorry, no Funtime Freddy here, wasn’t an option- though I don’t mind adding characters that aren’t an option, I would just had to write around that a little more, so I didn’t want to go all in. Events and surroundings all randomly generated like this in-game! Just with slight adjustments for a bit of writing flow). (Special note: This is an experiment. This is a whole ass chapter. Tumblr might not be the right place for it, but I have no better place to put it. If you have an idea on what would work better, I’d love to hear it, but for now this is just it. If you don’t want to read a long chapter, you should probably not press “read more” Honestly, this might not be as much fun as I imagined it to be, I’m terrible at making fun events, heh. If it is, take solace in the fact that it might be the only chapter of this kind on this blog.)

Henry groaned, his bones sending agony through his nerves. It felt like his insides had splintered and were now stuck in his flesh. His throat was burning, but he managed to open his eyes. He was- somewhere. At least it was a place. That was actually news, good news, last time he hadn’t been that lucky after all. Having a couch below him and a room surrounding him was actually a deep relief- it was a room he didn’t have to create himself. Sitting up, he looked around. It seemed to be some sort of employee lounge, a coffee machine, a tv and a couch, with lockers against the walls. A few posters painted the walls. -CELEBRATE!- They said, over and over again. Henry showed his teeth, a grin with no hint of amusement. “… that is what you would like to do, huh?” Standing up he stumbled a little, but the pain only served to keep him awake and grow his confidence. It HURT. And it was GOOD. It hurt, his body hurt, HIS BODY was REAL and in PAIN. When he left to the outside, he was surprised to see that he was inside of one of the oldest locations- at least in form. He was standing beside where the stage was supposed to be, coming from where the saferoom used to be, but to his surprise instead of a stage it was a giant price corner, filled with all sort of plushies and other goodies. Sweets and candies, candles, little gadgets… … and a silver coin among them. It shined and felt oddly… powerful. Ten Faztokens. The other things didn’t even have a price tag, so he decided that he would check back on that later. All items were hidden behind a thin glass wall and he wasn’t sure if he could break through it. Maybe he should try later. Moving further down, he realized a few more things were different- There were TWO pirate coves in the main area and- ‘Pssssst… hey… I have something to tell you…’ Abruptly Henry turned around. Where had that voice come from?! ‘Hey… hey, down here…’ It seemed to come from one of the hallways, leading down to the office. As quick as he possible could, he followed the source of the noise, the mysterious whispers slowly growing louder. ‘It is really… really… important…!’ Finally, he was near the supply closet, looking around. “Hello? Where are you? Who are you? What is this place?” The questions broke out of him more erratically than he wanted them too, the desperation and quiet panic bubbling under the thin veil of cold control- it was almost cracking out of him. ‘Pssssst…’ He spotted a little crate with eyes, and leaned down to investigate- Suddenly a loud noise! The thing was all up in his face, making a low noise, pure bass, causing his head to HURT, but not enough that he would have to hold his ears- Just enough that it shook his skin uncomfortably, from the inside out. Stumbling backwards, he shook his head, the crate had disappeared, leaving him with a headache and burning aggression, so potent that his throat felt sore, as though he had screamed from the top of his lungs… despite not a single noise having come out of him. Moving inside of the office, he was somewhat stunned. It looked like a bedroom. With closet and everything. The wallpaper and whole atmosphere felt… old. A child’s bedroom… except there was an office desk, with a fan, a microphone and a weird little action figure of Bonnie on top of it. Some air ducts were hanging into the room and there were- multiple vents, two doors- A flashlight. Quickly he grabbed it. Great- now all he needed was a taser and maybe he would feel like- “… Henry Miller…” A raspy voice sounded to the side of him, causing him to make a few steps back. In front of him, a creature was forming, a Freddy, burned and see through- It grinned. “… long time… no see…” “I have never met you.” “… your memory is failing you, Mr. Miller…” At this point it seemed to become more and more corporeal, reaching out to the table, its paws scraping over and only slightly moving through the material. Turning to the Pink Guy, he opened his maw a little, nothing visible inside. It was getting ready… “… that’s on you however-“ A squeaky voice sounded. “Maybe you should shine your light at him, Mr. Miller!” Instantly, the flash of his light ripped through the ghostly Freddy, who was quite disgruntled to say the least. “… Helpy… you are supposed to help US.” With that he vanished, giving Henry the chance to turn to around and see who’s mysterious helper was. His eyes fell on a little walking bear standing on the blue shelf, trying to hide between the purple fan. “Whoops…” “… who are you? Can you EXPLAIN this place to me?!” “I’m Helpy! Don’t you remember me, Henry?” Fully irritated the Pink Guy stepped back. “No. No, I did not make you. I THOUGHT about making you, but I never did!” “Oh my, Henry, you must have fallen on your head!” Helpy laughed. “But- I can’t help you actually. Everyone else will be mad! So I won’t tell you how the other people here work!” “Can you at least tell me who exactly these ‘others’ are?!” “Uhm… no. I don’t think so.” Slowly he was reaching behind him for something- But Henry couldn’t worry about it, as a phone suddenly started ringing. Shoving off the bear off the shelf (resulting in a little squeak), he tried to find the source of the noise, his head throbbing. He thought he shortly saw a “mute call” button pop up, but as soon as he saw it, it was already gone. Instead a receiver just- fell from the ceiling, randomly. How? Who KNEW- “Uh- hello? Hello, hello?” “… Phone Guy?” “Scott. Uh- anyways- uh, anyways, I wanted to record a message for you, to help you get settled in on your first-“ “This is not a recording. You just interrupted me. And why would there be a phone RINGING if you were to play a recording!?” For a moment it was quiet, then Scott started laughing. “You never changed, did you?” Irritated Henry skipped past that question, having more urgent matters to talk about. “Scott. Good old Scott. Listen, I think I am in some level of hell.” Dumbfounded there was silence on the other end, while the ghostly Freddy tried to reform, being instantly shooed away by the light. Until finally- “… yes of course. Of COURSE you’re in hell, Henry. Uh. What did you expect?” “I-“ “No, no, no, let’s uh- let’s talk about this. Where did you THINK you are? Because, uhm- not sure how to say this, but- uh- I DIED and I’m in HEAVEN right now and you DIED, sooo… uh- yeah.” “I am glad we talked about this. I cannot recall how I GOT here, however. And everyone seems to know me.” Displeased he shined the light at the grinning grimace of the phantom, before he could even fully form. “Yeah… uh… can’t help you. Actually, I have to go. You don’t have a noise activated animatronic around, do you?” “A- what?” “Hm. Too bad. Talk to you later!” “Wait-“ But before he could say anything else, the connection was cut, and his camera system was blinking up red. ‘Catch a fish!’ the title said, his head becoming dizzy as he watched the little red thing move from one side to the other. Wait, that wasn’t just- the noise and the flashing, the air was getting harder and harder to breathe! … smells like brimstone. He managed to catch the fish, albeit just barely, then opened the camera feed, where a warning sign was blinking. The camera itself was completely covered by another phantomlike animatronic, the Mangle this time. Shortly he blinked at it, shaking his head, then clicking the button that said ‘RESET VENTILATION’. A gust of fresh air instantly blew through the location, allowing him to finally breathe again properly. The fan itself seemed useless- he deactivated it. Having climbed back up, Helpy was back on the shelf, looking at him happily. “Are you having fun?” For a moment Henry looked at him, shining away the Freddy once more. “… no.” Out of the corner of his eyes he spotted Balloon Boy, staring at him with his terrible grin. Instantly he hit the button to shut the door, a dull thud coming from it right away. At least that one gave him a hint of satisfaction, pleased with the mental image that the obnoxious plastic abomination ran face-first into the metal wall. “But you look like you have fun!” Helpy reached behind him, before Henry shoved him over again, still not interested in what he was hiding. “You are TERRIBLE at reading emotions then. A useless AI.” Pouting Helpy sat beside the shelf, not answering this time around. Looking around, Henry got comfortable in his chair, slowly growing… a little bit hot. Huh. Seemed like the fan wasn’t entirely useless after all. Maybe it kept the heat from the hell around them away. … what an image… a Freddy’s in the middle of a fire-y pit. He hoped it wasn’t the case. That would make getting out a lot more complicated. “Is this all I have to deal with?” Henry asked Phantom Freddy, who chose not to answer, but only smile grimly. “… I can live with that.” Leaning back, he quickly flipped up the screen once more resetting the ventilation and shutting the vent to the side one more time for good measure. Again, a bonk. Hopefully Balloon Boy. He relaxed. A routine would form easily. Shine your light, reset the vent, keep the generator going, close the side vent for a while. At least for now the place seemed empty- Suddenly something DROPPED from the ceiling. Lights flashed a heap of shadow-y humanoid figures entered with what sounded like cameras, flashing and shining, making Henry’s head spin. On the top of his table stood Funtime Chica posing elegantly. “Don’t get distracted~!” She spun around showing herself off, then blew a kiss down at him. Then she turned to Helpy. “Helpy!!! Why didn’t you tell me our guest was already here!!!” She whined, upset. Her paparazzi had vanished again, she however stuck around. “My first impression was TERRIBLE! Because of YOU!” “I’m sorry Miss Funtime Chica!” Helpy didn’t seem bothered by the accusation. “He was just suddenly here!” “Aw- well- at least he’s a total cutie!” “Why thank you.” Henry rose an eyebrow, but tried to continue focusing on the plastic children trying to enter the office, as well as the Phantom trying to materialize behind her. “I appreciate the compliments, especially from someone who seems to have an eye for it.” “Oooooh, look at him~ so adorable~ I wanna pinch his cheeks!” Sitting down on the desk, the bird smiled widely, watching him. “How’s the night going~?” “Rather fast. I think I have a grip on it though.” “Hm? Are you sure~?” Before Henry could answer his tablet acted up. For a few seconds he saw the little 8-bit fishing game- but before he could catch it, the screen changed showing an add. “COME TO EL CHIP’S FIESTA BUFFET, WE HAVE-“ Instantly clicking on skip, Henry managed to get another glimpse at the game- And then it was gone, a red GAME OVER stuck on his screen. His breath was getting shorter as the smell of brimstone slowly started filling the room again, the red alarms blinking, but the screen constantly flashing error when he tried to access it. More and more his head hurt, the room seemed to become darker and darker- was this smoke?! Was smoke entering the room? Would he be poisoned by the gasses!? Desperately he rattled the screen, while Chica only giggled and left, Helpy watching intensely from the shelf. “You know, if you just wait a few minutes, it’s gonna-“ Frustrated Henry shoved him down once more, his mouth filling with a disgusting taste as the room began spinning- It all come together, once Freddy formed, the Balloon Boy loomed in the vent, a second after, the telephone was ringing- Suddenly the screen flashed back up and he instantly grabbed it, trying to get his bearing as he hit the button to reset, being stuck for a second too long on the grinning grimaces of both a phantom Balloon Boy and Mangle- the latter of which suddenly crawled out of the screen and while he managed to hit the button, his office had descended into chaos. Helpy was holding a horn, the phantom Freddy had almost formed, the phantom Mangle was slowly extending its neck towards him, screaming and gargling in insane glee and to top if all off, the screen flashed red AGAIN, forcing him to focus on that instead of the other two things- Balloon Boy was snickering as he tried to make his way inside, Henry barely being able to shut the vent on him before discovering the stupid crate from the start looking at him from under the table. “Uh- hello? Hello, Hello?” “Scott. Bad timing.” “That is my job!” Cheerfully the Phone Guy said. “To be as much of a nuisance to you as possible. Uh- glad to hear the high praise. How are you? Bad? Good. Uh- anyways, I will now read to you the company greeting, but only the imperfect, first draft so you feel bad about what bullshit you wrote!” “I can crush this phone.” “No, uh- you actually can’t! The afterlife is neat, huh?” “I can mute you.” “If you are fast enough. Which you obviously weren’t. You really grew old, uh- up there…” “MY REFLEXES ARE GREAT AS EVER.” “If it were the case you wouldn’t, uh- y’know. Fighting with me over this.” “I am not fighting with you, I am merely correcting you. As I always did while we were alive.” Stopping the petty crap, seeing as he wasn’t even sure if this WAS actually the real Scott, he turned his attention to more important things. “What is this place? Who made it?!” “Uh- Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza! A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person-“ Instantly Henry tuned out. “Good riddance, Scotty.” He mumbled to himself, taking solace in the memory that no matter what, this obnoxious Phone-head had been dead for much longer than he himself. While the words kept going in the background, he kept working, pausing as a bright green mechanical parrot flew through his office. But- it didn’t really do anything, so he decided to ignore it for now. A good amount of time passed with his voice in the background, until it was abruptly cut off- seemingly by the ad for El Chip’s. Once that was skipped, the office was quiet, aside from the fan. Finally! The silence lingered. For a second Henry felt a bit lonely. Not even the little bear was there anymore. There was enough to do though, as the air kept needing to be reseted, Freddy kept popping up, the parrot came through once more, the minigame, the annoying balloon children wanted in- At last… … it was five AM. One last time the call sounded. Henry allowed it to come through, despite eyeing the ‘mute call’ button. “Hello? Hello, hello!?” It sounded on the other side. “Hey! You’re doing GREAT. I, uh- didn’t expect you to last this long! I mean-“ He broke off. “Y’know. Usually I expected you to move on to other things by now… disappearing into the void like you should, seeing as there’s no out.” “I will not disappear.” “Huh. Guess I owe the person who made this place an apology. I was wrong-“ “Who?! Who was it?! Who are you TALKING about?!” But before anything could be said, the bell chimed. Six AM His screen changed once more, a high-score board showing, then loud music started blasting from the speakers, hyper and fast paced, the numbers blinking and colorful, rapidly climbing higher and higher as fireworks were set up on the screen and around Henry, raining down confetti as they exploded- GREAT JOB! FANTASTIC! The fireworks stopped and the jingle ended with a congratulatory little up and down. Then the office was dark. Slowly he stood up, leaving to the outside, checking for danger- “Hey! You won. Here, take this for your trouble.” Suddenly ANOTHER Freddy was there, a golden star on his chest- he dropped a battery into Henry’s hands that he had grabbed, then he walked off. “Wait- wait a moment! I need an explanation! I need-“ The bear was gone. After a while of searching around the place and not finding an exit, Henry finally sighed and made his way back into the saferoom- or employees only lounge, or- whatever. Inside it was just like before. Safe. Except this time the TV was on. And there was a Fredbear suit on the sofa. How? Who knew. Why? Hopefully not to kill him. Slowly he moved next to it, inspecting it. At this moment it seemed completely lifeless, yet somehow he felt watched. “Am I… interrupting…?” No reaction. Walking past the suit, he put away the battery. Still no reaction, but he could swear the creature was looking at him. Unsure he approached it once more, sitting down besides him. “… looking at… fuzzystatic. I see. I think I will… join.” Suddenly, a loud noise of came from the tv, then it flashed. INTERMISSION. A little bit later, Henry was done watching a samurai Freddy fighting an ULTRA edgy Foxy, he put his face into his hands. “… send me back out. Please. I actually prefer it.”

#henry miller #Henry in hell #<- Series tag in case it becomes one #I'm not satisfied #Not satisfied at all #But I don't know if this is my brain tormenting me like it has been for a while #or if it's actually no good #I'd love some earnest feedback #Maybe sticking so close to an actual run isn't as good as I imagined it to be #Anyways going to sleep and stop beating myself up about this

[demigodofhoolemere]

bitterness below, like seriously bitter to the point where I almost want to apologize for being so bitter

~~~

I really do try not to talk too much on this site about my issues with Ragnarok (and subsequently the fandom) but I get more annoyed all the time and it’s making me braver, and this showed up on my dash and I can’t even begin to express how much wrong there is with this...

I just.....

1) Am I supposed to be grateful that one of my favorite characters of all time was robbed of his complexity and turned into a joke? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that was the emotion I was supposed to be feeling, I’ll work on that.

2) Oh yes my mistake. He was just a genocidal weirdo. I must have imagined all of those years of sympathetic motives, emotions, and deep psychology that I thought was put into the character. I see now that I was wrong to think of him as a good man who suffered multiple traumas that sent him into a dark hole that he spent years trying (and succeeding) to dig his way out of. I don’t know why I tried to find such depth in something that was obviously so cut and dry. Just a genocidal weirdo, nothing more.

3) WHERE does this whole thing with the Grandmaster come from?!?! For goodness sake, the movie never said anything about that, never even implied it. The ONLY reason this is a thing is because people decided they wanted it to have happened. Loki was so clearly uncomfortable around him, so even in a world where something so degrading did happen, that would SO not be a dynamic to celebrate. I get that shipping something unhealthy is different from condoning it but ugh. I’m so tired of this one in particular and seeing everyone insist that it’s canon makes it all the more frustrating.

4) Funnily enough I really don’t respond well to being passive-aggressively told to be quiet and consider the deliberate destruction of someone I love to be a gift that I’m just too blinded by adoration to appreciate. I’ve already spent the last two and a half years on this site remaining mostly silent about the subject as I watch everyone around me praise the thing I can’t stand, and I know a lot of other people have felt that they can’t talk about it either. Now that waves are finally being made it’s suddenly threatening (that we have differing opinions on a movie???) and we have to be shut up again. No thanks. I’m certainly not going to get into it with anybody, and I will continue to have enough respect to put things under a cut and tag the negativity appropriately, but I’m getting increasingly tired of feeling like I can’t say what I feel because according to many people it’s not what I’m supposed to feel. I want to be braver and I want to be able to have different opinions without feeling like I’m wading into a war.

Most of this is so much more passive-aggressive than I usually get and I hope it doesn’t get quite to this level again (at least not in a post, messages are another matter lol). I would love it if we could all just be respectful about who feels what and I plan to do so, but after two and a half years of building frustrations about the whole affair and especially feeling like I’m somehow not allowed to express any of it, I really needed to express some of it. Badly. If the OP somehow sees this, my apologies for using you like this.

This is so not even the tip of the iceberg of my problems but I’ll relent now. If anyone wants to get out some of their frustrations as well, I’d be happy to talk more privately and we can vent. Like, please, actually.

#ragnarok critical #marvel #i finally snapped i'm sorry #marvel critical #loki

[randomfandomimagine]

Marked (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Fandom: Supernatural

Tags: Reader Insert, Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None

Requested by anon: Could you do an scenario where the reader and Sam are dating, and she sacrifice herself taking the mark of Cain from Dean. All because she knows how much it hurts Sam seeing his brother that way and wants him, and Dean, to have an “normal life”. Thanks!

They were at it again. The screaming and shouting woke you up.

You blinked as you groggily watched the surface that you had used as a pillow, and then quickly got your bearings. You had fallen asleep over a book as you did research. It wouldn’t be the first time that Sam or Dean had to carry you to bed because you spent so much time reading trying to find a cure for the Mark of Cain that you fell asleep over the books.

It was the very least you could do, try to help Dean. Even if he assured he was okay, he wasn’t. Both Sam and you noticed the little signs, no matter how much Dean tried to hide them: the shaky hands, the anxious eating, the nightmares. Not to mention the big signs like the aggressiveness and the anger.

You really didn’t have the energy to put up with another of their fights, especially after you had just woken up, but you wanted to put an end to it anyway. So you stood up, rubbing your eyes trying to sober up, and dragged your feet as you walked, following the direction of the screaming.

Sam and Dean were in the kitchen, arguing very loudly still.

“No, Dean, you-“ Sam was saying, but his eyes fell on you when he noticed your presence. He then closed his mouth and clenched his jaw.

Noticing this, Dean looked over his shoulder to you since you were behind him, and stopped talking too. A very awkward silence fell over the room, and the tension could be cut with a knife since it was so thick.

The three of you stood there, brooding and seething, until Sam sighed and hurriedly left the room. Dean and you exchanged a quick glance but didn’t say a word. You knew that, even if you usually got along, he didn’t like you witnessing all their lowest moments. But you were a hunter now, and Sam was your boyfriend. So you were involved in the situation as much as they were.

You heaved a sigh of your own and followed Sam to try and comfort him.

“Sam, wait!” You tried to catch up with his long steps and held him by the hand as soon as you did. “Talk to me, c’mon”

“I can’t, Y/N” Despite his tall height and his big burly built, the heartbroken expression reminded you to that of a puppy as his kind green eyes became watery. “I can’t keep seeing him like this, especially knowing there’s nothing I can do”

“We’re working on it, Sam!” You tried to encourage him, to send a spark of hope that would hopefully settle in his chest. “We’ll find a cure, you’ll see, we just need to have a little-“

“No, I’m not patient anymore” He gulped and shook his head, still bearing that puppy expression. “And-And do you think I like seeing you like this too? Reading and studying for hours to no avail? You’re exhausted, Y/N!”

“No, I’m not” You grinned to try and trick him. “I’m fresh as a cucumber”

“Really? What time is it?” To keep you from looking at your wristwatch, he put his big hand over it.

“I, uh…” You had lost track of time since you had fallen asleep, and he knew that.

“Yeah, real fresh” With that, Sam walked away again, leaving you in the empty corridor by yourself.

*

Another day, the same routine. You jolted awake at the violent sound of voices raising. Sam and Dean arguing once more.

You honestly didn’t know how much of that you could take. It was becoming too much. You definitely were exhausted from all the reading and for the amount of effort you put into finding a cure. But it was mentally draining to know your boyfriend and his brother, who was also your close friend, were in such bad terms. And to know Dean was suffering, and as a result, Sam too.

Gulping down the lump in your throat, you tiredly walked to Dean’s room, where they were shouting at each other again.

“Will you guys quit it, please?” You mumbled, not even caring about your appearance. Usually you tried to comb your hair and wash your face and try not to look as tired or scruffy, but you just didn’t have it in you to care.

“Then tell your pigheaded boyfriend to get off my case, Y/N!” Dean shouted, bearing a tense and stiff demeanor.

“That’s your problem, Dean!” Came his brother’s violent response. “You don’t let us help you! You never let us in, you keep pushing us away!”

“So why don’t you make it easier for me then? Solve my problem, get off my damn back, Sam!”

“I’m your brother, I can’t do that! I want to help you, I want to get that damn thing off your arm!”

“Newsflash, Sammy: you can’t! We’ve tried everything, we’ve looked every website, read every book. Nothing, nada, zero! When will you ever give up?!”

“Never! I’m not gonna give up on you!”

“Well, maybe you should!”

“STOP!” You shouted, so angrily that you hurt your throat, but you didn’t care about that either.

Surprised by your outburst, Sam and Dean finally stopped arguing to look at you. You took advantage of their attention focused in you to vent, to finally let out all the things that had been eating you alive, all the thoughts that kept you awake until you inevitably gave up to exhaustion, all the emotions you had been bottling up.

“Don’t you see that this is going nowhere? Arguing doesn’t help anyone, it just makes things worse! You pigheaded Winchesters, always being so damn stubborn!” You sobbed, not caring about it either. “I-I just… I wished you stopped that! I…”

You were interrupted by your own tears, which choked you up. Their green eyes were focused on you, watching the scene in shock.

“What are you… Are you crying?” Dean muttered, frowning in concern. Sam just watched, speechless and as heartbroken as ever.

“It’s bad enough to know you guys are having a bad time to on top of all see you against each other” It was becoming too much for you, they never got a break. “Dammit, guys… We’re all we have…”

Sam and Dean were always trying to save the world, risking their own safety and sacrificing their lives to protect one another. Yet all they ever got was pain and loss and sorrow. And the only good thing they had was each other, yet lately not so much. They were starting to hate each other, they argued so much.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay” Your boyfriend Sam didn’t think twice to wrap you in a warm hug. “It’s okay, Y/N… It’s okay, we’re sorry”

You cried on his chest, at least finding the comfort of his loving embrace pleasant. Something good, warm and hopeful for a change. His big gentle hands went up and down your back, trying to comfort you as he hushed you like a baby.

“Sorry, kid” Dean sighed, seeing how affected you were by it. “I didn’t mean to upset you”

This had to end, you needed to do something. For your sake and for theirs. Something needed to be done. You couldn’t stand being still any longer.

Sniffling through your nose and absently wiping your tears, you pushed Sam away.

“I need some fresh air” Was all you said before running away.

“Wait, Y/N!” Sam called you, following after. “Y/N!!”

“Let it go, man” You heard Dean tell him. “Give Y/N some time alone”

You left the bunker, feeling relieved when the door closed after you. It was almost like a weight had instantly been lifted off your shoulders. You didn’t realize for how long you had been locked in there until you were outside.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself and order your thoughts, you thought about solutions. Any solution, no matter how dangerous or hare-brained. You needed to do something, or talk to someone. And you had a few ideas.

*

For once, that day was different. You didn’t do any research, you didn’t need it now. Instead you fell asleep in the same chair as always, but watching a movie in Sam’s laptop. You woke up in your own bed, imagining he had carried you there once again. However, you did wake up to shouting, yet not angry but… urgent, concerned, agitated.

“… do you mean it’s gone?!”

“I’m telling you, Sammy, look!”

“How is that possible?”

“Who cares?! It’s freaking gone!”

Feeling a pang of guilt in your stomach, you slowly stood and walked to them. This time you weren’t filled with determination as you approached them, but with a growing fear and nervousness. You foresaw their reactions, but it had been done and couldn’t be undone.

“Y/N” Sam smiled as soon as he saw you. “Dean’s mark is gone, he-!”

“Wait” His brother interrupted, staring at you with suspicion. “What did you do, Y/N?”

“W-What?” You replied innocently, hiding your arms behind your back.

“You heard me, what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

Dean shook his head, bearing a stubborn scowl as he walked closer to you. Then he held you by the arm and struggled with you to try and roll up your sleeve.

“Hey!” Sam complained, trying to stop his brother from treating you that way. “Dean, what are you…”

The three of you became silent as your skin was revealed. There, in the inner part of your forearm was the mark. A symbol Sam and Dean were very familiar with.

“How did you do it?” The latter asked you, stern and seemingly furious.

“Does it matter?” You dropped the innocent act and spoke apathetically instead.

“Yes!” Sam exclaimed urgently. “We need to know how to reverse it!”

“No, it was the only way! It was either me or you would keep sacrificing for each other! So I did it instead” You argued this time, angrily lowering your sleeve back to your wrist. “Now you can have a normal life or at least… More normal. And stop hating each other and suffering and… I just needed to do something, okay?”

“Do you really think we wouldn’t sacrifice ourselves for you, Y/N?” Sam’s voice was laced with concern yet somehow a little fondness too.

“Then you’re stupider than I thought, kiddo” Dean completed for him, his eyes piercing you with kindness.

Delicately, Sam reached out to take your arm and rolled up your sleeve again. His long fingers gingerly traced the mark on your skin.

“We’ll figure it out” There was determination in his eyes as he looked up at you. “Together”

“Yeah, no more fighting. No more secrets” Dean nodded, agreeing with him. “Let’s just be honest with each other from now on, okay?”

“Don’t get me wrong, we’re mad at you for doing something so stupid and so dangerous” Sam began to say.

“Really mad” Dean corrected his brother.

“But” Sam continued, smiling just a little bit, even if it was a mildly sad smile. “We’ll get through this together”

You nodded, feeling emotional tears swelling up. Then a small smile of your own formed on your lips as Sam put two fingers under your chin and lifted your head slightly so you could meet with his tallness. Then your lips met in a soft and sweet kiss.

Tagging: @thisismysecrethappyplace​

#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester #reader insert #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #requested #angst #supernatural angst #faves #ficlet #supernatural ficlet #spn ficlet #sam winchester ficlet

[magiic-alex]

3.15.19

*Content warning for depression, suicidal thoughts, and possible eating disorder. Remember, I do tag these with magicalex personal, so you can blacklist that to avoid seeing these.*

Now playing: my gay yeehaw music for when I’m depressed

I finally mustered up the energy to get on ye old laptop to type another blog post. I just really need to vent and be depressed on main. The whole reason I came back to tumblr was so I could have a space where I can dump my feelings and feel better, so sorry not sorry. Holy shit, this past month has been the absolute worst. My depression is in full force. I sleep half of the day, or just lie in bed. My hygiene has been slacking, my energy low. I barely eat anything anymore, and when I do, it’s not healthy. Today I didn’t eat until 4 pm. I can feel my body shutting down lmao. I literally fight off my intrusive thoughts daily, and try to not think about the uselessness of living. Because my intrusive thoughts are worse than ever, my anxiety has spiked. I have absolutely no motivation anymore. I barely pumped out my photos for the Edwardian Spring Challenge that I just did, something that should have been fun, but it ended up feeling like a chore. I haven’t seen any of my friends in months because they all live an hour away. I feel trapped and alone. I feel like I’ve barely contributed to the phandom at all in the past few weeks, which used to be a shining light for me. I’m just so sad.

Last weekend I went to my cousin’s wedding in Arizona. It was the most fun that I’ve had in a long time. Being in the desert was a breath of fresh (dry) air, and seeing family was so sweet. I didn’t want to leave. I just want to run away to somewhere, like the desert or somewhere foresty. And I don’t wanna come back.

I think the main reason I’m so gosh darned sad is because I have a feeling I won’t be able to attend my dream school for grad studies. The cost is just way too high and we just can’t afford it. On top of that, I haven’t heard back from my backup school yet, and that’s not easing my anxiety one bit. Everything is out of my control, and that makes me feel so small and worthless. I have emails I need to send to people, and do you think I’ve done that? Nope. It seems so minuscule when you’re drowning.

Last night’s drama hasn’t helped. I came to tumblr to find an escape. I’m so sick of seeing the infighting on my dash over the past few weeks. Don’t like someone? Ignore them! Don’t send them anon hate! Don’t take shit out of context in order to publicly vilify them, especially if you weren’t even there for the conversation! Man, I’m trying to just keep myself alive. The last thing I wanna see is something that makes me feel bad for liking the people I do or making me feel guilty about being mentally ill.

Now I’m gonna say this as aggressively as I can: I. FUCKEN. LOVE. YOU. GUYS. Don’t take any of what I said to mean any different. This phandom is one of the best groups of people I’ve ever talked to. I cherish every conversation, every time someone mentions me or treats me as one of the group, because I feel at home. Everyone has hiccups and moments, and I always try to give people the benefit of the doubt. I ain’t hating anyone on here, because that ain’t me. When there isn’t drama on my dash, which is for the most part every day, you all bring a smile to my face. Which is what I definitely need right now...smiles in abundance!!!

To make a long fuckin’ story short, I’d feel better off dead, and I just needed to let it out. I probably sound like some whiny brat, but *Trixie and Katya voices* ~welcome to my page, where I talk about whatever I want, because it’s my blog, and not yours.~

Anyway, it took me an hour to write this. If you read this far, I’m sorry. And if you didn’t, good for you. You’re smart. You got out early.

Tah-tah for now.

#magicalex personal #alex's adventures in blogging #blogging #blog post #bitch i'm so sad skjsksjsk

[lokasenna-tales]

I swear, browsing for this guy’s nasty messages is like dynamite fishing in an aquarium...

Anywho, after finding out the other day that he didn’t just go after Hiccstrid writers who failed to conform with his specific headcanons but also went after Hiccami fics, I decided to check Heathercup fics next; rather than restrict it to pairings, though, I just did a search for Hiccup- and Heather-tagged fics updated within the last year.

Jackpot. 

Flame by Yondaime Namikaze didn’t have any in the reviews, but there were a great many mentions of abusive reviews among the remaining comments, so it looked like there had been a cleanup of his bile.  So I checked the AN for the latest chapter and, well...

See for yourself.  

If that isn’t the sort of venting that our favorite Guest inspires, I’ll eat my hat.

Then there were more:

The Wild Crown by @funkytoes had the following:

Guest chapter 1 . Mar 11

Sorry royalty or not, the need to produce an heir or not, no man should take a mistress while he is married. It is going to be hard to respect this incarnation of Hiccup since he has already done that.

Guest chapter 2 . Mar 11

Another fine chapter. You have an elegant style of writing which matches this setting like a well-stitched glove matches a hand. As for why Astrid is convinced that Hiccup is not interested in her, if Astrid is at all aware (rumors, etc.) aware that Hiccup is sleeping with other women does there need to be any other reason?

Guest chapter 3 . Mar 11

It's good to know that Hiccup is at least willing to do the decent thing for the time being and keep both Astrid and his daughter. He seems to have some moral compass and by all accounts he is a reasonably good king. I have to admit, though, that I'm kind of hoping that Astrid doesn't fall in love with Hiccup and that their relationship does not progress beyond being supportive politically mandated partners. IMHO any man, king or not, who has three affairs with four women while being married really doesn't deserve to fall in love and especially not with the woman he's married to. Nor does he deserve to have her fall in love with him.

Guest chapter 4 . Mar 11

Forgot to say earlier, yes I would very much like you to continue this story. It has a gravitas about it that far too few fanfictions possess.

Guest chapter 5 . Mar 11

Methinks that you worry to much. You are truly an excellent writer as this chapter clearly demonstrates.

Not necessarily abusive, but it’s pretty clear that this version of Hiccup is on thin ice with the Guest, and any further deviations is probably going to unlock the torrent of abuse.

A forbidden love by LightningFlare1, while also a Hiccstrid fic, had the following:

Guest chapter 13 . Jul 11, 2017

Actually, Hiccup IS more responsible. His position means that, on the face of it, his and Astrid's relationship is and cannot be an equal one In addition, he IS the adult in this scenario and SHOULD be held to a higher standard. All this being sad, I feel terrible for them . . . and as for Snotlout, don't even ask . . .

Guest chapter 14 . Jul 11, 2017

Have to admire Astrid for her principals and her willingness to stand by them. That being said, Hiccup WAS the teacher. To quote Spider Man, "With greater POWER comes greater RESPONSIBILITY." Hiccup, as a TA, has/had significant "power" over Astrid as she is student in a class where he can affect her grade, etc. Therefore, even though Astrid could, and arguably should have, broken it off, it was still up to Hiccup as the TA to end the relationship whether or not Astrid wanted to.

Guest chapter 15 . Jul 14, 2017

Very, very good chapter. I really appreciate it when an author hold the protagonists in their story responsible for bad choices because in real life bad choice can ruin a relationship or even a life. Obviously I don't know how you plan to end this, but if the title for your next chapter is any indication then this story will end tragically-as most morality tales do. I would feel bad for Hiccup and Astrid, however, they were both adults and knew the potential consequences for their actions and choose to continue their affair. And after all, not all Hiccstrid stories have to end "happily ever after,

While not abusive, it’s pretty clear that he approves of the degree of punishment and consequences and the lack of happy ending.  It’s apparently nearly his ideal fic in that regard.

Another one for Aquariuspower, The Rider And The Beast

Guest chapter 11 . Feb 16, 2017

In two paragraphs, you have demonstrated a better, more mature and nuanced understanding of Hiccup's real treatment by the residents of Berk (at least in the first movie-canon, if you well) as well as his reasons for being willing to forgive them than a significant number of fanfiction authors demonstrate in their writings. In fact, these two paragraphs should be mandatory reading for any would be "vengeful" Hiccup writers.

I find this one interesting, as this is one of the earliest recorded reviews we have from the Guest that I’ve found so far, and it’s a rare template to which we’ll have to add to the templates page--specifically, a fic that jives so closely with his own headcanon that he feels that it should be required for others to read.  Interestingly, this was also one of the behaviors that got this community started, when the Guest aggressively pushed a different fic at @hiccstrid-mansongur saying that this was how Families Are Forged, Not Made should be written, instead of how it was actually being written.

Runaway by Flame of the Dark (Heathercup fic) had this:

Guest chapter 26 . Jan 31

To HeathercupFan: Considering the temper tantrum you just threw in your "review" of Chapter 25, I think I would really reconsider calling any one else "childish" . . . Just saying . . . kind of like "the pot calling the kettle black."

Guest chapter 23 . Dec 7, 2017

You do realize that deleting reviews that you don't agree with or like is censorship . . .

Guest chapter 23 . Oct 1, 2017

But isn't telling an author how a reviewer feels about a particular pairing doing just that and I quote, "share with me what they like/think of it so far." Pairings are, after all, often major parts of stories and the choice of pairing can thus have a major impact on the story's development and integrity. Also what s wrong with a reviewer wanted to understand WHY an author chose a particular pairing over another or even having no pairing at all?

Guest chapter 6 . Jan 24, 2017

So what EXACTLY is your problem with Astrid and Hiccup's relationship. And WHY would you think Heather is an appropriate match? This is so WRONG in so MANY ways.

As usual, we’ll be reaching out to the authors in question and updating the Templates page.  I think that we have another Template in the making (to the tune of “You should write your story like [This other fic that I approve of]”), plus possibly another one for JAQing Off (”Just Asking Questions”, like how he did for Runaway, although that might be more in line with some of the existing templates)

[hamliet]

I just wanted to thank you for not being pushy about Mutsuki stuff, ESPECIALLY Mutsurie. I like Mutsuki well enough as a character, but he was never my favorite. Which upset some people because I 'wasn't appreciating the cinnamon bun' earlier in the manga. (Let's not even talk about Hide. He was neither here nor there for me in the manga, I dislike fanon, there was rage.) I was actually relieved when he became less popular because after Rue Island because a lot of those people dropped off. -

- More importantly, I did not ship Mutsurie at /any/ point in the manga. (I’ve shipped Urisai since the start of :re when it was but a crackship though!) That seemed to get someone angry whenever I mentioned it, which sucked because earlier in :re, it was unavoidable in the fandom. Now it’s much less so, and I feel kind of guilty for happy that it dropped in popularity, but MAN am I happy. I’ve had someone go off on me about how I could not ship Mutsurie, but saying that it isn’t confirmed -

- canon is cherry-picking the manga/canon and on the same level as denying that Kaneki and Touka have feelings for each other. (This being around when chapter 125 came out, iirc. Yeah.) I also got a lot of headaches with people blowing up the crush they believe Urie has on Mutsuki while dismissing his relationship (and the romantic hints that have been made so far) with Saiko in the same breath. While talking to me specifically, not just doing their own thing and minding their business. So -

- having a Mutsuki and Mutsurie fan, let alone the one who makes most of the content for it these days, not getting aggressive or shoving stuff down people’s throat is VERY refreshing. In case one of those people does manifest, can you please not post these asks? I just wanted to let you know that I see you over there and, while we don’t always ship the same things or like the same characters, I enjoy your writing and appreciate what you do.

Thank you for your kind words. While I love certain characters and ships, I certainly don’t feel everyone needs to love them or to ship them regardless of canon status–everyone has different things that appeal to them, and traits that they don’t like, and that’s totally fine! You don’t need anyone’s permission or validation to like characters you want to like or ship what you want to ship–all that matters is that you like it. Crack ships are great (Takirona anyone?). Trying to force people to like something they don’t like is really obnoxious, and I’m sorry people tried to force you to ship something you didn’t like. I encourage you to focus on what you do like and ignore or blacklist what you don’t so it doesn’t give you headaches, and block people who might harass you; that’s just rude of them and they don’t deserve your time or attention.

As a rule, I don’t post asks that are ship or character hate (or personal hate either, lol!). Even if it’s about my NOTPs I’m not posting it if it’s just XSHIP SUCKS; in fact if anyone sends that to me that’s a sure way to get yourself blocked. However, otherwise, any asks are fair game, even if they’re asks stanning characters or ships though I’ll probably disagree with said asks (I think I’ve disagreed with more than a few asks lol, seeing as I think every character has flaws and every ship as well). I do religiously tag all my asks and my metas, so if you don’t like a certain ship or character, you can always blacklist the tag so that you don’t have to see it. I can’t promise not to answer them, though, since I do genuinely try to answer all asks. I can promise to try to be reasonable though; you’ll never hear me screaming X has done nothing wrong in their life ever (except for Momochi Ikuma, he’s done nothing wrong in his life ever) or x ship is holy and all must ship it. (May I make a slight suggestion? I don’t begrudge you your feelings towards Mutsurie at all, Urisai is cute, but what you say about in the second part of your ask could be read as ship hate–I at first read it that way and was confused until I reread and realized you probably didn’t mean it that way–so in the future just keep that in mind when sending asks about ships you dislike–and are totally entitled to dislike!) 

Hope you have a good day, friend! 

(ps--feel free to message me if you ever want to vent or talk about ships we share or don’t share)

#ask hamliet

[semirahrose]

In the past few days I've read posts claiming that Sam is a psychopath who turns his empathy on and off so easily that it's disturbing, that Sam never cries (lol what?), that Dean is more emotionally mature than Sam, that Sam is egotistical and only cares/thinks about himself, and that Sam demonstrates more toxic masculinity than any other character on the show... I've been in hell basically and I was hoping you could cheer me up by disputing these "claims" with cold hard canon facts.

I’m so sorry you’ve experienced that, Anon!  I fear… you ventured into a truly dark corner of fandom. I have a fair few items on my blacklist to keep me away from that sort of “meta”, because honestly… it’s emotionally exhausting and endlessly frustrating running into such patent drivel.

I don’t know what these people were using to support their claims, so I can’t really refute them. Heck, I don’t know if they brought up solid points or were just angry and baseless. For many of the things you mentioned, I don’t even know where to start, because I can’t imagine what could have given anyone such an impression, but I’ll try to share some thoughts.

Sam is a psychopath without empathy? If anything, Sam’s empathy is always on. It’s always at max, and what these people might be seeing as “turning on and off” is likely Sam trying to redirect his attention elsewhere or deal with/compartmentalize his feelings. It could also just be a gross misinterpretation of introverted emotional expression. But also, let’s be real: the Winchester boys are soldiers. They’re fighting to keep people safe. They have to make choices that we can’t even fathom. A lot of times, these choices are not clear-cut and smelling of roses. Either way, someone will die. People will hurt. And these two, without the benefit of a hierarchy or large support group or court of law–in the heat of the moment–have to make decisions. People who find Sam “cold” or—God forbid, psychopathic? What the ever-living heck?—may simply not understand the magnitude of the decisions these boys must make.

Sam never cries? WHAT EVEN. What the hell even. First of all, crying is not the be-all-end-all of emotional expression. Some people cry regularly. Some people don’t cry for years at a time. And you know what? The former don’t feel things more strongly than the latter. People express grief and sadness and frustration differently. Some people feel numb. Some people get angry. Some people feel miserable but can’t cry. Some people drown it in drink. Some people blame themselves. Some people simply haven’t been taught that it’s okay to give vent to negative emotions, or grew up in an environment where expressing them was weakness and subject to mockery (*raises hand*) And… for the people who said that, may I kindly direct them to my crying Sam tag, because I have like seven pages of misty-eyed canon Sam for them to feast their eyes on. (Um. Geez. I swear there’s an explanation for the fact that I–that I have a tag for that. Uh.) ANYWAY. *clears throat* What even. 

Sam is not as emotionally mature as Dean? I can’t even dignify that one with an answer. Well. Actually. I believe Sam is, in many ways, more emotionally mature than Dean. Where Dean resorts to blame-shifting, violence, anger, and denial when it comes to things he doesn’t like, Sam acknowledges his mistakes and is aware of his unhealthy coping mechanisms (…while still  using them). THAT SAID, I don’t think I can state that Sam is more mature in general, because, well… Dean vents. He gets angry, he finds ways to release it, and he generally finds ways to settle into a sort of balance and keep going. On the other hand, Sam represses to the extent that it drives him to his breaking point. See Mystery Spot. See s4, where he was literally suicidal after Dean’s death. See any number of other times. At any point, I think Sam is a hairsbreadth away from breaking, and while there are a ton of things I love and respect about Sam, a lot of them are rooted in some really unhealthy habits. So… in many ways, Sam deals with things more maturely, understanding all angles. But he also truly just needs decades of hugs and therapy because wow.

Sam is an egotistical bastard? I would advise people who think Sam only cares about himself to watch Swan Song, then The Man Who Knew Too Much, and then Sacrifice, and then Nightmare, and then… the whole freaking show, actually. How Sam regularly puts the safety of others above his own welfare. How, even while grieving Jessica, in the beginning of the very first season, he threw himself bodily between two strangers and a Wendigo. How he was broken to pieces by his visions of death but unable to save the victims. How, later, Ruby’s perfectly calculated way to make him start drinking demon blood again was to imply that he might, by inaction, cause the deaths of innocents if he didn’t suck it up, drink the blood, and save the world. And Ruby knew Sam, played him masterfully. If anyone in the world knew how to get to Sam, she did. And she did so not by appealing to a desire for personal gain, but by implying that Sam’s desire to stop drinking blood might be selfish. And if that’s not enough, I’d like them to take a look at Soulless!Sam, who could have done anything but chose to continue hunting. Soulless!Sam, the single most stable and consistent soulless person in the entire show, whose admitted motivation for remaining soulless despite knowing he was “wrong” was that things didn’t hurt as much. Seriously. Come at me. Anyone who thinks Sam is egotistical has not seen the show or is picking events out of context and trying to apply some isolated events to the entire show.

Sam displays more toxic masculinity than any other character? What the…what even? What the heck? I would love to see the support for this argument, I really would. While both brothers display some unhealthy habits undoubtedly adopted thanks to their impossibly tough life and their upbringing… claiming that Sam is the poster child for toxic masculinity is just laughable. I could talk about why, but first let’s just look at a quick definition: 

Toxic masculinity is a narrow and repressive description of manhood, designating manhood as defined by violence, sex, status and aggression. [… S]upposedly “feminine” traits – which can range from emotional vulnerability to simply not being hypersexual – are the means by which your status as “man” can be taken away. Sex, in particular, is an important part of “being a man”. […] The need to “get” sex is all-encompassing because the more of it you have, the higher “status” you have as a man.You’ll notice how often sex and sexlessness comes up as an insult when a man wants to insult another man. (x)

Let’s just take a moment and ask ourselves. For which of our leads are sexual conquests important? Which character looked at cheerleaders and leered that he could tell which ones were legal? Which one finds peace in violence and resorts to violent ways of expressing himself before any other? Which one calls the other “bitch” and uses feminine terms as a way to demean someone? Which one pushes the other to have sex or act aggressive/sexual? Which one regularly calls women opponents “bitch” without any real evidence or reason? Spoiler: it’s not Sam.

And here’s the thing: toxic masculinity isn’t something where we can point out someone who displays the traits of it and call that person awful. It’s not quite as simple as that. Toxic masculinity isn’t a person. It’s an unhealthy, pervasive set of expectations. Heck, yeah, it’s terrifying and harmful to women and anyone who doesn’t conform or accept it. But it’s not the people we need to fight, but the overwhelming pressure and the media portrayals and the way it’s freaking exalted as the “right” way to “be a man.” On some level, there is an element of choice in adopting these beliefs and a certain amount of personal responsibility to… I dunno, not be an asshole, but in a lot of ways, it’s like showing commercials about grapes and making movies about grapes and rewriting history to feature grapes and then expecting no one to eat grapes. The hunting community in Supernatural, I’m afraid, is full of said grape-glorification. There’s no excuse for what some of them do, but they have ample reasoning for acting that way. (And if we’re talking levels of grape-hood on SPN, then I’m gonna have to say that Dean displays the highest levels of grapeliness, objectively.)

Haha, I hope this helped, Anon! I hope you’re able to blacklist the types of people who are saying those things. Personally, I’ve found it’s just unpleasant and ultimately fruitless (pun not intended) to engage cruel and baseless claims like that. I hope you’re able to make your Tumblr experience a more enjoyable one. Sending hugs and hopes that this made even a bit of sense.

#asdlkdjlkj WHY with some of these? It's like they just looked at the facts and were like 1+1=TWENTY #wank for ts #bittersamgirlclub #sam winchester #sam hate not welcome #anonymous #semirah replies #for safety gonna tag #dean negative #fandom wank

[whitetpsycho-blog]

Looks like Mob’s dream of being popular is coming true, because this blog just hit 100 followers! On a serious note though, thank you guys so much for one of the best RP experiences I’ve had in a long time! It’s been a while since I’ve bothered with one of these for a milestone, but you guys deserve some love so let’s get to it!

The Espers (AKA The other lovely Mob Psycho 100 Roleplayers)

@cagdboy: Ah man, where do I even begin with Noko? She writes Mob so well for one, I really feel like she understands the character and everything he’s thinking despite how hard Mob can be to read. Then there’s the quality of her writing, which is just as amazing as her interpretation. Aside from that though, Noko’s just a nice, fun person to talk to and toss headcanons around with! Quality blog, great mun, definitely deserves all the love. Even if she makes me scream with all her sad headcanons.

@otxuto-kun: Curry is such a great Ritsu and such a lovely person. Very easy to approach, very easy to chat with, and a joy to roleplay with! Her Ritsu is spot on, keeping him as collected, yet testy and neurotic, as he is in canon.  Plus, all of her headcanons are adorable, and her writing is great! 8/8 would r8 again m8. Just beware of puns.

@txruiism: Starry’s Teru is just great. Everything is perfect. They nail Teruki’s flamboyant, outgoing nature, while making sure to never shy away from all of his insecurities. It really feels like a troubled, confused 14 year old boy just trying to figure out life. Starry is also great to chat with, fun to plot and headcanon with, and just an all around joy. Please give them love.

@0percentpsychic: Ah, our Reigen. How could I forget our lovely Reigen? I’ve always been a believer in quality over quantity, and this blog surely is proof of that! The mun’s portrayal of Reigen is spot on, combining his spastic nature with how smooth and passive aggressive he can be. Best sweaty salt man, would recommend.

The Telepathy Club (AKA some awesome people who deserve special mentions)

@kuchxn: How could I leave KJ out of this? I know, a little ironic to leave this blog out of the ‘espers’ category given that Saiki has powers too, but what can you do? Anyways, I really enjoy how they write Saiki, making him as perpetually annoyed as in canon, while keeping him entertaining to read. Plus, KJ is the best. They’re easy to talk to and are so understanding! I never feel like I have to hold back when chatting ooc! Please give this blog love, it deserves it.

@karismatickitty: Jocey is great, Kana is great, everything here is great. She’s always able to come up with fun ways for our muses to interact, and her threads are always a blast to read! Despite mostly focusing on lighter topics, she can also write some really good angst! The ship threads she writes feel real too, and somehow she’s able to reply to threads really fast while maintaining a constant level of quality. Aside from that, Jocey is super fun to talk to, always welcoming people and is just... amazing. I don’t think I would have made it through the early days of this blog were it not for Kana to cheer my little Mob up.

@justanaveragehero: Tom’s a nice guy and definitely earns a mention here. I enjoy his interpretation of Saitama a lot. He makes sure to keep him lax and seemingly bored, while also compassionate in his own weird way. Plus, like I said, Tom’s just fun to talk to ooc.

@ixamxtheirxpatience: A lovely Sapphire roleplayer that’s so friendly and easy to approach! She gets Sapphire and all of her fusions down so well, and is a wonderful writer overall! She’s such a nice mun too, and I’m very glad to have found a good roleplay partner that writes a Steven Universe character.

The Bruhloved (AKA my meme queen)

@spacerat-chet: THIS NERD... she’s the best. Always there for me when I need to chat, or vent, or just derp around. I know I’ve made a recurring gag of tagging this particular dead account, and hell if I’m gonna stop, but brove, you seriously deserve as much love as possible, and I just want the world to know how great a person you are. Words can’t describe how much you mean to me.

The Cool Kids (AKA people I just wanna give a shout out to for being awesome)

@froppii / @batzoku / @saiunn / @strngths / @plusultradreams / @bblogan / @randomiize / @cycleofjustice / @galementalis / @princeros / @esper-detective / @calamitouscyan

I think I’m forgetting a couple names, so sorry to anyone who was left out. Regardless, thanks to all of you for helping me hit the big 100!

#[Follow Forever] #((Again if I forgot a name I'm sorry)) #((I swear there were more people I wanted to add but my memory is failing me tonight)) #long post