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Batfam sketch dump I’ve been sitting on for months 🦇
#Batman#dc comics#wayne family adventures#Damian Wayne#Cassandra Cain#Bruce Wayne#Jason Todd#Dick Grayson#I wanted to add the other family members before I posted this but I just haven’t had the inspiration with them + my pen just broke lol#the Damian one I was possessed to draw after this hella cute TikTok I saw that I sadly do not have the link for#Cass was done shortly after the WFA episode of her Ballet so that shows how long this has been in Drafts#Livie Draws#My Art#My shitty art#<- this is the old tag I used but I just…haven’t really used tumblr for art posting n really need a less self deprecating tag lol
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So You Want to Tumbl?
There are lots of newcomers here these days, and I thought I'd spell out how to begin and what it means to ‘curate your own dash’ for folks who haven't grown along with Tumblr for the past decade.
If you're coming from a platform where content is fed to you, Tumblr can seem barren and intimidating in the beginning. But that's actually a good thing! What it means is that you will see what you want to. If you're in a fighting mood, go find political discourse. If you're feeling fragile, make your dash nothing but art and nature.
How to begin?
You’ve made your blog and picked out your icon (seriously, choose an icon: otherwise you’re indistinguishable from bots). Feel free to be anonymous. Most of us are, and it’s wonderful to have a place that’s not tied to your Real Life. Here you can be a fandom freak (like me!) and no one judges you and your boss will never find out.
Now seek out tags that interest you. For example, I was just looking through #moss because I like peace and green things and old-growth forests. (And, apparently, beautifully naked fae-men, heh.)
Now you follow that tag (if it's a popular tag, it'll say how many followers the tag has, which is beneficial to know if you're making a post that you want to reach all its interested audience) and posts with that tag automatically fill your dash. Voila, you have begun to curate your experience!
Do Follow: tags; blogs in that tag that you like; people who comment on posts in the blog/tag you follow that seem like they’re up your alley. The more people you follow, the more varied and nuanced your dash is.
Don’t Follow: people who make comments or posts that raise your blood pressure. Topics that upset you. Discourse that has you arguing in your head for the rest of the day. PLEASE avoid toxicity. Real Life is hard enough.
How to be Social and Interact
If you want to find your tribe and interact, it’s best to start following individual blogs. (If you follow a blog, they have an opportunity to follow you back. Simply following a tag is a passive, one-way street.) To Tumbl is to be in a vast cocktail party, and you need to mingle and eavesdrop to find the things that galvanize you.
How to be seen and heard
💬Comment on posts (please always stay positive and enthusiastic: we really try to avoid toxicity). You can read other comments (and reblogged comments) by clicking on the notes:
🔁Reblog posts you like, both to show your support and to show other people what kind of things get you excited. Reblogging is essential to the tumblr ecosystem, because it’s the only way posts move around and get seen. You can also “like” posts, but that's a much more passive way to interact. Also, reblogs and your own original posts show up on your blog and prove that you're not a bot.
Create your own posts and remember that the first 20 tags you use are essential, because that’s what gets you seen (and followed) by strangers. Tags 21-30 are good for searching and archiving on your own blog, but they don’t count on the dash. Instructions on how to Make A Post.
Participate! Once you find your crowd, you’ll discover that there are always things going on. For example, in fandoms, we’ve got writing events, art events, crafting and cons. The more you try to be involved, the more new friends you’ll discover. Tumblr allows for such an organic community. One person has a thought, and many others build on that thought, creating something far greater than the sum of its parts.
There is no real algorithm beyond using those first 20 tags. This may be discouraging to folks who are used to working an algorithm, but we like it fine here, because it keeps everyone real and keeps obnoxious social climbers/capitalists out of your face.
Be patient! Just like in real life, when you find yourself in a crowd of people you don’t know, it takes a while to form connections. Watch and listen, and learn to read the room. Honestly, the thing that will win you the most friends/followers is honest enthusiasm about your space.
Don’t aim for the big names to become your new buddies. You’re more likely to find a thriving coterie among other fresh faces. Don’t assume that because they’re small or new they have nothing to offer you. Often, this is the fire that keeps any given corner of Tumblr going.
Tumblr Etiquette
NEVER REPOST (without explicit permission). Reposting is when you cut and paste from someone else’s content and then make it into a brand new post under your own blog name. That is stealing and is very condemned. Reblogging is when you use 🔁and the OP (original poster) remains attached to their post and continues to see and be in charge of interactions.
Reblog in addition to Liking. A post that you 'like' is static. You are not helping it to get to a broader audience. If the post or poster is something/someone you support, then REBLOG that sucker: it deserves to fly!
Reblog and add your own content. One of the best parts of Tumblr is that you can comment on a post, or even add to it in your reblog (as long as you’re not being a dick, okay? Or changing the topic, which is known as ‘hijacking a post’). Here is a wonderful example of the Tumblr ecosystem at work, where someone had a thought, other people had thoughts about that thought, and then a bunch of artists jumped in. Tumblr posts BUILD COMMUNITY, and you can be a part of that conversation. (Do try to refrain from reblogging with vacuous comments just because you want people to notice you rather than because you actually have something to add, though. That’s just clutter.)
The most important part of “curating your experience” is learning to Block.
You can block individual blogs, Anons, people in the comments that you find upsetting. Here's a post on How to Block.
Block entire tags or keywords if they are triggers for you. (Here is a post on how to do that.)
Blocking is self-care. It is not a platform to demonstrate to the community how much you hate someone and how they should, too. Usually the blocked person never even knows you’ve blocked them. If they do something egregious (like tell you or someone else to kill themselves), then ‘Report’ them.
You can block something (like #US Politics) if you can’t handle it at the moment, and then unblock it later. Block a friend if they’re spamming something you don’t like and then unblock them later. It’s all good! You are in control of what shows up on your dash.
But doesn’t this mean my dash will be single-topic and boring?
The simultaneous joy and pitfall in following individuals is that MANY blogs are not single-topic. You will be exposed to all kinds of reblogs/ideas/other people from the folks you chose to follow, and can decide for yourself if you (a) want to be involved in that topic, (b) are indifferent to that topic, or (c) want to run from it screaming.
Also, the blogs you follow will move from hobby/theme/passion over time, and you can move with them, appreciate their new topic without vibing with it, or drop them altogether.
And THIS is how you curate your dash, my friends.
***Install New XKit extension. It’ll make your life easier!
***Here's the Tumblr Help Center, where you can learn more details.
#welcome to tumblr#new users#tumblr#tumblr etiquette#tumblr tips#how to tumbl#mojo muses#twitter refugees#long post
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The Original Foxhole Court Extra Content (Archived from Nora Sakavic’s Tumblr)
We copied the following text directly from the pre-2024 version of the Foxhole Court Extra Content page on Nora Sakavic’s Tumblr blog (korakos.tumblr.com/fox). In March 2024, she did “some spring cleaning” by shortening the list of links and deleting/hiding old posts. The links in this copy lead to archived snapshots of the old posts on the Internet Archive Wayback Machine.
Some of the links are broken. If you have copies of these posts, please let us know so we can fill in missing content!
Because Tumblr only allows up to 100 links per post, we're unable to replicate the full list here. View the full list of links on our blog here: thefoxholecast.tumblr.com/FoxArchive
The Foxhole Court
ETA 2023: most of the posts here are from 2013-2015. Some of them overlap with older drafts. Some answers have evolved over time, even if they haven’t been updated here. Most I haven’t changed my mind on, for better or worse. Take ‘em or leave ‘em, and good luck making sense of ‘em around all the drunk rambling and detours. One day if I have the energy I’ll just sort it into a coherent reference.
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Two sections here: the questions submitted by tumblr users, and a miscellaneous collection of stories & factoids pulled from the oft-neglected blog. The questions aren’t in any particular order, though I did try to organize them by subject matter. Ish. Once the dust is settled a bit I’ll try to find a better sorting system. Also, the tumblr tag I use for questions is http://korakos.tumblr.com/tagged/foxhole-court-questions-and-spoilers
Lots of spoilers for The Foxhole Court ahead!
Preface: Why are Asks disabled in 2016?
COURTING MADNESS
—Exy Rules & Regulations
—Exy: A History of the Sport
—Palmetto State University
—The original “What Happens After King’s Men” post
—SON NEFES, the cousins’ freshman year through Renee’s eyes
——One . Two . Three . Four . Five
—Nicky Hemmick
—Seth Gordon
—Aaron Minyard
—Matt Boyd
—Kevin & Andrew
—David Wymack & the Monsters
—Wymack & Andrew re: Neil
—Dan Wilds is recruited to the Foxes *
—Allison through Dan & Renee’s eyes *
——pulled from an abandoned, unfinished book about the Foxes’ women
TUMBLR
NEIL
—Neil’s life on the run
—Do they ever celebrate Neil’s birthday?
—What if Neil told the truth earlier?
—Neil through the Foxes’ eyes
—Neil through Ichirou’s eyes
—Neil’s looks post-book and relationship with his reflection
—Does Neil ever talk to Bee?
—Neil’s millions
—Neil’s fight training
—Who’s Neil closest to beside Andrew
—Neil’s fashion style
—Cellphone ringtone
—Christmas/birthday presents for Foxes
—Does Neil ever cry?
—Neil’s lonely fifth year
—When Neil’s overwhelmed
—Does Neil crush on his teammates?
—Neil & Ichirou’s intimidation
ANDREW
—Andrew’s sober look at his teammates & Neil
—How did Andrew react to Cass’s letter?
—Andrew’s medication and the follow-up
—Has Abby seen Andrew’s scars?
—Andrew & Mama Bee
—Andrew & Roland
—How far has Andrew willingly gone?
—What animal figurine did Andrew buy Betsy?
—Andrew’s eye color
—Andrew’s opinion of the cats
—What’d Andrew say to Nicky in TKM?
—Andrew’s honest opinion of Exy
—Andrew’s thoughts on Neil’s binder
—Andrew and his sexuality
—If Andrew had met Neil’s mother
—Andrew’s thoughts on Neil’s sexuality
—Andrew’s fondest memory of Neil
—Andrew’s aforementioned withdrawal
—Do you think Andrew is really really really awesome?
—Proust and Andrew
—What happens to Proust?
—Andrew’s reaction to Neil’s bday blood
—Andrew on Neil eventually changing out
—Does Andrew get grumpy?
—Does Andrew get less dead inside?
—Does Andrew call Neil by his name?
—Why give the Foxes crackers?
—Andrew’s first choices in winning a fight
—Who liked knives?
—What got chopped from Drake’s arc?
—Does Andrew get off thinking about Neil?
—Post Andrew & Bee’s side story?
—When did Andrew start thinking Neil was interesting?
—Any other words he can’t stand?
—What does he think about nicknames?
—Explain Andrew’s fatal disease in the comic version
—Andrew’s canon mental state
—How did Andrew not know about Tilda’s abuse?
—Why punch Neil for “Sorry”, and when Andrew is sick
—What’s with Andrew and promises
—Andrew’s thoughts on Roland’s premature confession
—Andrew’s arrest
—Wanting nothing vs not wanting anything
—Why was Andrew laughing after Drake?
—If Neil had chosen Dan & Matt over Andrew
NEIL & ANDREW
—The other 10%
—Which teammate caught on first?
—Do Andrew & Neil go on dates?
—When did they first hold hands?
—When did Andrew clue in?
—Exites self-censure
—Betsy’s & Aaron’s reactions to the news
—Roland’s opinion of things
—The breaking point
—Who tops?
—On tying people up
—Their domestic life aka Sir Fat Cat
—I love you
—Andrew and the bed issue
—Nightmares
—Do they learn to talk to each other?
—Blaming Neil for Drake
—Andrew comforting Neil?
—Neil’s fondest memory of Andrew
—Neil getting Andrew off for the first time
—Neil seeing Andrew naked
—Neil & the sex how-to
—How was the first time
—Where’d it happen?
—When was their first hug?
—“I won’t let you let me be”
—Their roadtrips
—Neil waking Andrew up
—Andrew’s real smile
—How does Andrew show appreciation for Neil
—Their happiest moments
—Does Neil ever make Andrew laugh?
—Does Andrew take comfort in Neil
—Does Andrew get protective/possessive?
—Doesn’t Neil crave affection?
—Andrew re: Neil’s panic attacks
—Media reaction to Andrew/Neil
—Further reaction to Andrew/Neil
—On “accidentally” sitting in laps
—What if Andrew died?
—What if Neil died?
—Reaction to getting hit on by others
—Do they celebrate anniversaries?
—The first time Neil pushes Andrew down
FOXES
—How tall are the Foxes?
—Why is everyone so short?
—Where did their names come from?
—What were their majors?
—What do the Foxes look like?
—What are their Hogwarts houses?
—Reaction to the kidnapping
—Do Neil & Renee become friends?
—What did Allison do with Seth’s urn?
—Nicky’s evolution over the drafts
—Do the Foxes get their skiing trip?
—Does Andrew know Nicky kissed Neil?
—When did Aaron & Katelyn fall for each other?
—How did Andrew and Wymack end up handcuffed together?
—Kevin’s favorite things
—Kevin and Andrew’s on-court kerfuffle
—Dan’s haircut
—Dan & Matt’s relationship
—Dan & Matt’s first kiss
—Matt bouncing back from Columbia
—Matt rooming with the monsters
—The other what-if OT3 aka D/M/N and the dynamic
—Do Allison and Renee have the hots for each other?
—Matt forgiving his father
—Any mistletoe shenanigans?
—Thanksgiving and the Foxes
—Kevin’s best friend
—Janie Smalls
—How did Kevin and Thea meet?
—Foxes’ favorite ice cream flavors
—Kevin & Andrew’s on-court argument
—Foxes’ taste in music
—Kevin’s middle name & drink of choice
—Do Kevin & Neil want to kiss?
—Which Fox would Kevin kiss, then?
—Kevin’s best non-Exy memory
—Allison’s three bets
—Why is Allison’s middle name Jamaica
—Kevin, Andrew, and Neil staying friends
—“Joan of Exy”?
—Can the Foxes sing?
—Some of the Foxes’ previous bets
—Do Nicky & Allison become friends?
—Are Foxes based on RL people?
—Nicky when Neil asks about friendship
—Dan & the monsters in Columbia
—What if Kevin was killed?
—Renee and her near-death experiences
—More background available on Renee?
—Why doesn’t Aaron let the Foxes in?
—Team’s reaction to Drake, Andrew’s reaction to being outed
—Andrew & Aaron’s time with Tilda
—Does Aaron reconcile with Andrew over Tilda?
—Nicky & his parents after Drake
—Foxes thoughts in Baltimore
FOXES POST-TKM
—The Pro Teams
—The Weddings
—Neil as the Best Man?
—Kevin after TKM —Thea, Jean, Foxes, and Riko
—How does Kevin & Wymack’s relationship evolve?
—Renee after TKM
—Nicky after TKM
—Aaron after TKM
—Allison after TKM
—Dan & Matt after TKM
—Dan and the US Court
—Any pro-period scandals?
—Andrew & Neil’s relationship with their team
—Would Neil hold Matt’s children?
—Neil & babysitting the Foxes’ kids
—Which Fox’s child would curse first
THE FUTURE FOXES
—Who is Robin Cross?
—Neil and Jack
—Andrew’s reaction to Neil punching Jack
—Foxes’ reaction to Neil punching
—Kevin and Jack
—Neil’s new recruit
—Andrew and Jack
RIVALS
—Who is Riko Moriyama?
—Riko & Kevin’s evolving relationship
—More about Riko & Kevin’s past
—How did Riko break Kevin’s hand
—Riko’s brutality toward Jean
—Any draft where Riko wasn’t killed?
—Were Riko, Kevin, and Jean involved sexually?
—Does the Fox-Trojan rematch happen? Also how do the Trojans & Jean get along?
—Do Alvarez & Laila (Trojans) have backstories?
—Thea’s number & thoughts on Raven brutality
THE “ADULTS”
—Kayleigh Day & David Wymack
—Abby Winfield & David Wymack
—Wymack’s parents
—Did Wymack cry during the trilogy?
—Did Kayleigh know about the Moriyamas?
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Nora & the Foxes
—Fancast and Andrew
—Changing opinion of Foxes over the years
—Bits of the scrapped K/N/A threesome here and here
—The KxAxN AU where Kevin died
—Will there be a sequel?
—What inspired you to develop Exy?
—Fox fanfictions, collected by coldsaturn
—Why a pseudonym?
—What came first, characters or story?
—Were you the artist of the comic version?
—What did the comic-Foxes look like?
—What do you do when you’re not writing?
#All for the Game#The Foxhole Court#The Raven King#The King's Men#AFTG#TFC#TRK#TKM#Foxhole Court#Raven King#King's Men#Neil Josten#Andrew Minyard#Kevin Day#Nicky Hemmick#Aaron Minyard#Dan Wilds#Matt Boyd#David Wymack#Allison Reynolds#Renee Walker#Seth Gordon#Bee Dobson
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Just Pretend-eight
*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*
Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader
Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.
Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.
Authors Note: okay, I had no plans on updating tonight(it's already 12:15 in the morning and I have to be up in seven hours) But I realized how crazy busy the next few days are so I said fuck it, and power wrote this for you all! PLEASE ENJOY!
Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)
Tags: @thescarlettvvitch @ozwriterchick @waake-meee-up @notingridslurkaccount @niicoleleigh @sammyjoeee @xxrainstorm @dominuslunae @notmaddihealy @malice-ov-mercy @crimson-calligraphyx @iknownothingpeople @writethrough @thebadchic @blackveilomens Claudia on Tumblr @tobe-written @blacksoul-27 @loeytuan98 @loverofagoodbeard @comfortcharactercraze @lma1986 @plutonikchaos1 @spicywhenspeaking @lyschko666 @somewhere-diamond
NOAH
"You're doing it again."
I ignored Jolly as I continued to pace the length of our bus while they watched with worry in their eyes.
"I don't understand. What the fuck happened? I thought I was doing the right thing by telling her." I rambled on while running a hand over my mouth.
"Noah-."
"No," I snapped while stopping in my tracks and looked directly into Nick's eyes. "I tried to tell her about Trey but she believed him over me. I know what I heard. Wasn't I enough for her?"
Nick sighed as he leaned against the counter in the kitchen area of the bus. "We all know that's not the reason she didn't believe you. It has nothing to do about your worth to her, Noah. She has no love for Trey, she's just blinded by what she think she wants. He has her claws in deep and she think there's no way out."
"He's a disease, eating away at her," Jolly spoke from his spot on the couch.
"I'm so fucked," I hastily tied my hair back out of my face. "She'll never see me the way I see her."
Jolly disagreed with a shake of his head. "You don't see what I've seen the last month. I think she feels the same."
Just as I was about to argue with Jolly, Folio fell down onto the couch next to him with a heavy thump while popping open a can of red bull. "She like's you, Noah. Trust me."
"Really? Because with how the conversation went, I think differently. It's clear who she would rather be with."
"You're not seeing it through her lense. Do you not remember how you were with-."
My eyes sliced into Nick as he tried to bring up my ex, again. "Don't."
He shook his head and stood straighter. "No, you're not going to get out of this conversation. I'm tired of you ignoring this. Julie fucked you up, but you needed time to grow from it and move forward. You need to let Y/N realize that and do it."
“I’ve seen you through everything after Julie," Nick continued. "We've known each other since we were twelve years old, trust me when I say this; Y/N's seeing things from a distance right now. She’s afraid she’s going to lose everything, he’s got her fucking trapped in that way of thinking."
Jolly agreed. "All it's going to take is one more slip, and Y/N's gonna see it. Trey is one more vodka red bull away from being fired."
I snorted while resting my hand on my hips. "I doubt that. Trey thinks he's the heart and soul of that band. There's no way he's going to get fired."
"Have our hunches ever been wrong?" Nick sighed. "Look, I think we all knew that there was something there, even before you met her. You were always so drawn to her music, then you met her and I’ve seen you smile; actually smile, Noah. I haven’t seen you smile like that in years. I think I can speak for us when I say; you’re not alone. She loves you too."
He shrugged as if mine and Y/N's feelings for each other were that simple.
I fell into the couch behind me with an almost defeated groan. "I don't know, guys. It feels pretty one sided right now."
"Just give it time," Folio smiled. "It might not be an easy road but we all see it; even Malcolm and Chase. Trey see's it too that's why he's acting like this. He knows Y/N's slipping from his grasp."
"Fuck him," I grumbled while leaning my head back to look up at the ceiling.
"Noah," Jolly's soft voice eased the growing tension.
I hummed in response, not bothering to look at him.
"Did you kiss her?"
My head snapped up at his question, heart hammering heart in my chest when I remember it; the memory never left if I was being honest.
"Yea," I sighed, not bothering to lie.
They all knew, it was clear on the unsurprised looks on their faces, but Nick's shoulders fell slightly. "You're really in deep."
I clasped my hands together as my arms rested on my thighs. "I know."
READER
Noah brushed past me, his anger radiating through me in waves, as the tears fell from my eyes to the ground below. My mind was swirling with so many words, I couldn't focus on what hurt the most.
"Trey cheated on you."
"No, I get it loud and fucking clear, Y/N! You're so afraid of how you feel for me, for us, that you're staying with something familiar even though he treats you like shit!"
"I don't deserve this," I wiped away the tears and turned slowly on my feet to head back to the bus but halted.
Did I really want to go there knowing that's where Trey was? What would I do? Confront him or ignore it like I did everything else?
Instead of walking towards my bus, I turned to take a few steps when I realized I was walking towards Bad Omens bus almost out of habit. I peered up through the windows to see Noah pacing while talking with his hands, no doubt telling the guys about what happened. For a moment, I forgot about the last hour of my birthday and remembered all the great things everyone put together for me today.
Even through the clear anger on his face, Noah looked ethereal in the low light of the bus. Out of everything he said tonight, the one thing I believed to be true was my feelings about him. I knew early on that I felt more than a normal friendship with him but it scared me to death.
There were these chemicals that passed between us when we kissed and it made us cling to one another. It blinded me for a little while to all the bad in my life until it came crashing down light a fit of rain. Noah was a miracle, and although I wasn't spiritual, he'd been this glimpse of bliss, a taste of heaven that my body desperately needed; my soul desired.
Now you fucked it up because you believed Trey over him.
I forced the negative thoughts out of my head and peered down to the still healing tattoo on my ankle before those imaginary walls built up inside of me, just like they were weeks ago when tour first started. Veering away from the busses, I walked to behind the venue as the physical pain in my heart cut off the oxygen in my lungs. I was gasping for breath, tears burning in my eyes, and I reached out a hand to grasp the brick of the building.
"Y/N!"
Malcolm's frantic voice called from behind; or in front? No, from the side?
Everything around me became hazy, fading to darkness as it gripped itself around my throat squeezing the life from me.
"Y/N," his soft hands on my face brought me back from the void as I stared up at his emerald eyes; filled with concern.
I pushed his hands away. "Leave me alone, Malcolm."
"Stop," he demanded as I tried to walk away, his large frame standing in front of me again. "What the fuck happened?"
"It's none of your business," I gritted out through clenched teeth.
I wasn't irritated with Malcolm, more so myself for being a fucking idiot.
"Hey, don't talk to me like that. It's me!" He grabbed my shoulders and gently shook me. "What did you do? I ran into Folio and he told me you and Noah got into a fight."
"Malcolm," my breath wavered as I averted my gaze to my dirty vans.
"Why are you pushing him away, Y/N? Noah cares about you, he would like about something like this."
I swallowed thickly. "Because-shit. I can't get upset about Trey cheating because I'm no better than he is."
I expected Malcolm to rear back in shock or scold me but he didn't. Instead, a small smile pulled at the corner of his lips.
"Chase and I had a bet to see who would tell us about the kiss first. I'm shocked you kept it a secret this long," he smirked.
"How did you know?" I asked dumbfounded.
He shrugged. "Ever since you two came back from Keaton's funeral, you've been happier; brighter. And every time I would watch you, you'd be looking at Noah's lips with a dumb grin on your face."
I playfully smacked his chest which caused him to break out in laugher; one I shared with him. It felt good to get that off of my shoulders.
"Honestly, Y/N,' Malcolm turned serious. "Why are you even with Trey? You know you don't deserve to be treated like this."
"You know why," I stared at him, all the words I couldn't say being held in my gaze.
“Sweets," his old nickname for me was something I hand't expected, and it was enough to break down those walls. "Come on, this band is you. It’s you. They come to see you. We’re in the band with this prick for you. You’re not gonna lose us, Y/N. As for Noah, he’s a good guy. Don’t spin the wheel on him and make him the bad guy when he isn’t.”
I choked out a sob as I wrapped my arms around myself. “I don’t know why I did it. I don’t know. I don’t love Trey, Malcom, I don’t. How can I face Noah now? Everything is so messed up."
Malcolm's arms pulled me into him and I melted, the familiarity of his scent and warmth was exactly what I needed to breathe a little easier. Both him and Chase had been brothers to me the last handful of years, they knew what I needed before I knew myself.
"It’ll get resolved, sweets. It will." His hand smoothed away the hair from my face. "Just give it time, you and him will make amends and either be friends or go about doing whatever you want to do. But, make a choice. Don’t lead him on and don’t punish yourself for the sins of Trey."
"You're right," I sniffled and wiped the snot on the back of my hand.
"Course I am," he now ruffled the hair he just finished smoothing down.
"You've been hanging with Jolly and Noah too much, I think," I giggled while pulling away from him. "You're such a philosopher now."
He wrapped an arm around me and began leading me back to the busses, much to my dismay, but I knew I couldn't avoid Trey forever. I needed to face this head on.
"I hope you had a good birthday before everything went to shit," Malcolm frowned.
"I did," I nodded. "I'm glad you guys told the Bad Omens guys about it. Means a lot."
As Malcolm rambled on about how Chase and him were talking about getting a bigger flat in Los Angeles once tour was over, I kept replaying the words he spoke to me, humming a tune along with him.
Just give it time.. hmm hmmm. And if you and- him, no. And if you and I- hmmmm.
NOAH
Three days. Three fucking days since I last talked to Y/N, and I was going insane. She wanted space to think about everything and space was exactly what she got. Trey did a great job at keeping her on the bus when they weren't doing soundcheck or playing a show. My phone burned in my hand every time I tried to text her but ended up backing out.
She needed space; I reminded myself but that didn't stop me from what I did last night during our set. Her, Malcolm, and Chase were watching us from side stage and when I felt her dead eyes staring at my back, I looked over my shoulder at her; the words from my song tangling between the webbed connection that was growing stronger every day that passed.
"We're just two wrong souls that met at the wrong time. So just go your way, and I'll go mine. You'll be alone with someone new until the day that you die and I'll watch from afar to make sure you're alright."
Y/N rubbed her elbows and turned her back to me, leaving my line of sight.
I expected her to text me after that but she didn't. Chase reassured me she was fine and told me not to worry, she would come around eventually.
The darkness that filled her usually bright eyes was the only thing that stared back at me now as I hung out in the green room, hours before our show. I was talking with Jolly when her soft voice carried into the room, broken reflection staring behind me in the mirror I was standing in front of.
All I saw in those dark eyes was someone who was heartbroken, in love with the idea of who she thought Trey was, that she didn't realize there was a heartbeat standing in front of her, beating and bleeding for only her.
"Shit, I was looking for Trey." She muttered while clutching her sweater close to her chest.
Not only was she spending more time with him, Y/N was back to wearing clothes that hid herself from the world. Anger filled my veins as I kept my eyes on her reflection in the mirror, blowing out a deep breath.
"I don't know why you thought he'd be in here," I said flatly.
Jolly gave me a look of disapproval before shaking his head. "Have you checked the bus?"
Y/N turned towards him. "Uh, yeah. Sorry for bothering you guys."
"You're fine, Y/N," Jolly's soft voice stopped her from leaving the room prematurely. "You're never bothering us, alright? We're here for whatever you need."
"I know you are but," She nodded towards me. "I'd say Noah thinks differently."
"You really want to know what I think?" I spun on my heels to face her.
Her eyes narrowed. "I'm not getting into this with you, Noah. I've been through a lot of shit the last few days, the last thing I need is your dissapointed sighs every time I walk into the room or the way you tell me how you really feel through your lyrics."
"How I really feel?" I scoffed while running a hand over my jaw. "You know how I feel, angel. But you walked away."
"I didn't have a choice, Noah! Trey's my boyfriend!" She snapped.
Gone was any sympathy I felt for the situation. In this moment, all I felt was rage.
"He's cheating on you!" I threw a hand out towards the door of the room. "Where do you think he goes every time he disappears? Surely not getting drunk all the time. If he is, it's with someone sucking his dick, probably."
Y/N's hands shook at her sides. "Fuck you."
"Why are you so hell bent on believing he's the only one for you?" I demanded taking a step towards her.
Jolly, who was still in the room, watched us with careful eyes. He knew we needed to hash things out but still wanted to make sure nothing went too far.
"I have too!" She seethed while pushing me away. "Trey's not as bad as you guys think, okay? He's the one that gave me a place in this band; He believed in me so I have to believe him."
"Do you love him?" I questioned while grasping her hand as it remained on my chest.
She blinked, and for a long moment, said nothing as she thought of her answer. But I never got the answer because Matt poked his head into the room.
"What the fuck, guys! I've been looking everywhere for you. We have this interview with a reporter in two minutes."
"I need a minute," I quipped towards Matt but kept my eyes sternly on Y/N's face.
He went to protest but Y/N slipped away from me, creating more distance.
"No, he doesn't. I'm done with this conversation."
"Angel." I went to reach for her hand but she recoiled back as if I burned her.
"Just stop, okay? I already made my decision. I don't give a fuck if you don't like it but it wasn't your choice. Whatever you wanted to have with me, Noah; it's not going to happen. I'm with Trey because he understands. He knows me; you don't."
She was out of the room before I could digest her words completely.
READER
Everything is so fucked.
I sat on my bunk with my knees pulled to my chest, forehead resting on them, as the tears continued to fall onto the blanket beneath me. My body felt drained of any light or energy from how much I cried the last few days that I wasn't sure how I'd be able to perform tonight. There was only three shows left on tour, maybe fans would understand if we canceled them? Have Ethan post something on social media letting them I didn't feel well and needed the time to recoup?
Right, they'd probably burn our merch because I didn't come out myself and say this.
Wiping the snot and tears on the sleeve of my sweater, I went to tuck myself under the blanket when I heard some commotion from the front area of the bus.
"You sure we're alone?" A quiet but feminine voice spoke.
"Yea, she's probably groveling for that kid's forgiveness right now. Bitch is so obsessed with him, I'm supposed he hasn't kicked her to the curb yet."
Trey.
My heart sank as I sat up a little straighter in my bunk, careful not to make a sound.
"Why are you still with her then? She seems to hold you back from achieving greatness."
Trey snorted. "She's nothing without me, babe. I'm the one that gave her everything she has and she knows it. All Y/N's good for in a hole to stick my dick in but even then all she did was bitch about how much it hurt or wasn't feeling good enough for her. Surprised I even continued to fuck her after she bled on my dick."
My jaw went slack as my heart broke into tiny little pieces, falling into the pits of my stomach.
How could he? Trey knew about my condition, he was there when I got the diagnosis all those years ago and needed a shoulder to cry on. And the bleeding was only because the pain was too much for me. I knew I should have stopped him but I remember biting my cheek, hoping it would subside. Eventually it did, but I didn't know bleeding during sex was a side effect with this condition.
"Thank fuck I wore a condom with her every time," Trey grumbled.
"Well," the women's voice turned sultry. "You don't have to worry about that with me. I can be whatever you want me to be tonight. I'm just so thankful you found me waiting in line for the show tonight. I wished for this."
"You sure you don't want one of those kids from Bad Omens? Their vocalist has a thing for stealing what's mine."
"Oh, please. Noah Sebastian? He's a talentless slender man. I can't believe you guys are touring with them. They're clearly riding your coattails to fame because Noah know's he'll never be the man you are."
Okay, that's it.
Ripping the curtain open, I stormed into the front section of the bus just in time to see Trey forcing his tongue down this girl's throat. I stumbled over my words when I noticed how young she was; she had to be twenty years old.
Ten years younger than Trey.
"What the fuck," I spat.
They both broke apart and while the girl looked shocked as hell seeing me, Trey narrowed his eyes at me.
"What are you doing here?" He demanded.
It took me a few moments to gain my barrings before I finally snapped my gaze towards the young girl. "How old are you? Don't even think about giving me a bullshit answer. I have people that can find out who you are in a matter of minutes."
She shifted on her feet. "Seventeen."
Fuck-make that thirteen years younger than Trey.
"Oh my Hades," I pinched my eyes shut while taking a deep breath.
"Y/N, baby. She was only asking for a picture," Trey tried to explain.
"Of what, your dick?" I snapped.
"Atleast I'm giving him something," the girl crossed her arms over her chest while popping a hip out to look tough.
"Really," I raised a brow. "You have two seconds to get off this bus before security hauls your ass out of here in cuffs with everyone watching that."
She huffed. "I'm not afraid of some security guards."
I hummed while pulling out my phone to take a quick picture of her and Trey's arm wrapped around her neck.
"But I bet your afraid of your parents finding out that you're sneaking onto tour busses with men ten years older."
The girl paled. "You don't know my name, how would my parents find out?"
"No, I may not know your name but social media is a powerful thing," I shook my phone. "All I have to do is post it on my Instagram and one of my half a million followers know you."
"Y/N-," Trey warned.
"Oh you know what," I snapped my fingers. "I bet you follow Trey. Won't be hard to find a blonde."
I made a mock show of scrolling through my phone and continued to ramble on. "Here I thought I was Trey's type; brunette and older. Apparently I was wrong."
"Are you done with your jokes?" Trey groaned while running a hand through his curls.
"Oh, here you are!" I ignored him by holding up my phone in mock victory. My eyes bounced between my phone and the girl. "Your picture doesn't do you justice."
"Wait!" She yelled with her hands out towards me. "Please don't! I'll leave and forget this ever happened."
I smirked while motioning towards the bus. "Let the door hit ya on the way out."
Once alone, I snapped all of my hatred and anger towards Trey. "You're fucking unbelievable! She's a child you disgusting piece of shit!"
"More experienced than you," Trey shrugged.
I blinked, appalled in so many ways. "Why the hell did you even stay with me then, Trey?" I asked.
"A good hole when I couldn't find what I needed."
God, why did I ever think he loved me?
"You're a real asshole," I shook my head. "I can't believe I took your side over his."
That angered him because Trey tossed his jacket off onto the couch before pointing over my shoulder. "You want to talk about me? Lets look what's inside your suitcase."
Storming passed me, he ripped my private suitcase from an empty bunk and tossed the contents all over the floor at my feet. The three gifts Noah has bought be over the last few weeks standing out like a sore thumb.
Trey snatched up the bracelet and necklace. "You wanna talk about me? What the fuck is this?”
“It’s just a bracelet and a necklace. Trey, don’t even say it’s the same." I rolled my eyes, not seeing it the way he was.
"Bullshit," he spat at my feet. "You had no problem fucking keeping it did you? Is this from him?!"
When I didn't answer, he lost it and tossed the jewelry across the bus, his loud voice carrying through the open windows of the bus.
"It is, isn’t it? You had no problem fucking accepting it did you?”
I stood tall against him, this time not backing down as Trey picked up the wolf stuffed animal Noah bought me from the outing at the zoo. "What the fuck is this? Are you ten? You need to sleep with a stuffed animal?"
I choked on a breath when he tossed it out of the window.
"You're not going to turn this on me! You sick fuck!"
“No, I think we will. I’ve known for years you couldn’t hack it. You can act innocent like you haven’t been falling for this other guy this whole fucking time! That arrogant fucking prick thinks his little bring me dupe band is gonna make it."
Trey punched the wall next to him, causing me to jump slightly. "Shit-fuck them and fuck him."
“How dare you!" I pointed a finger at him. "They work fucking hard, harder than you ever have, Trey. Fuck, you're a piece of shit. I can’t believe I've ever cared for you.”
“Fucking ditto baby," Trey chuckled darkly. "You think he’s gonna fall in love with you and magically make your problems go away?"
My hands clenched into fists at my side. "I never said that but-."
"Do you really think this dude is going to want to waste thousands of dollars on implanting something that should fucking work? Christ, that has to be embarrassing for you; go ahead and tell him. I'd love to see if he stays with you."
He paused for a long moment and I was livid, anger pulsing through me he went that low.
Trey took a step towards me, almost getting in my face as his voice dropped. "Noah doesn’t know how fucking broken you are and I bet with all the money in the world, you can't magically fix this."
He motioned towards my body with a limp finger.
"Fuck you, Trey!" I pushed him away from me with all my strength. "Let me clear this up for you and don’t stop me if I talk too fast. It’s my life not yours! And it’s my heart; my soul! It isn’t yours anymore! You’re self destructive so maybe we’re even."
"Remember, baby, I found you when you were nothing, I tried to make you something! Turn you into a star-but now look at you, a fucking bitch on a leash and for who? Him. He just wants to pump and dump ya baby, like so many others."
The sound of skin on skin echoed out of the open windows as I slapped tray across the face, his eyes burning daggers into the ground.
"I fucking hate you. I can't believe I wasted years on someone like you! You fucked me up so bad, how can I ever love someone else without thinking their cheating on me? I'll spend my entire life wondering if I'm good enough for anyone else, does that make you feel good? Knowing that I'm fucked up."
Trye sneered while snapping his head up towards me. "I'll sleep like a fucking baby; something you'll never have."
Another slap followed by another. He took a step towards me while raising his fist and as I prepared myself for the impact, feet pounding on the ground were my saving grace.
"Mother fucker!"
Chase tackled Trey into the wall behind them, forcing his forearm into Trey's neck, cutting off his oxygen. Malcolm was at my side, eyes scanning over me for any injuries; physically there were none but emotionally, I was cut up from the inside out.
Ethan, our manager, must have heard the commotion as well, because he was now standing on the other side of me, eyeing Trey with a questionable gaze.
"Chase, let him go," Ethan spoke slow.
It only made Chase tighten his grip on Trey's throat. "Piece of shit deserves this. He was about to hit, Y/N."
"Deserves. It," Trey choked out with a sickly smile.
I turned away from him, tears falling from my eyes suddenly as the sobs attacked me with such force I fell into Malcolm's arms. Ethan stepped up to Chase and left a gentle hand on his back.
"I can't kick him out unless he's free to leave, Chase."
Trey's eyes widened with either the loss of oxygen or what Ethan said. "You can't."
"We did," Malcolm spoke while rubbing my back. "It's already been decided."
“Hollow souls is my band!” Trey finally got the upper hand over Chase and pushed him away.
When Chase went back to choke him out, I desperately reached for his arm to pull him close to me. I was a distraught mess, and I needed them.
"Three to one motherfucker, you’re out!" Chase held his head high.
Ethan stepped between us while motioning to Trey. "Get your shit packed up, there's a cab already waiting for you."
NOAH
"Do you guys hear that?" Folio said while leaning over his bunk so he could look at me upside down. "It sounds like someones fighting."
I shrugged while pulling out one of my headphones, pausing my music. "Maybe Jolly's watching a movie too loud again?"
"Nope," Jolly leaned down in front of my bunk. "It's coming from Hollow Souls bus."
Scrambling out of my bunk, I pushed passed Jolly to run out of the bus in time to see Trey loading his bags into the back of a cab. As if he could sense me, he threw a dark laugh my way.
"Hey prick! Are you happy now?"
I shrugged with one hand in my worn out blue and white star shorts while the other hand threw up the peace sign and turned my back to him to leave. I made it all of two steps before Trey's voice called behind me.
“I don’t know what the fuck you see in her, anyway!”
That made me turn swiftly on my heels to flip him off. "Every thing you didn’t."
Once the cab drove off, I turned towards Hollow Souls but to see Y/N standing on the last step. Her eyes were red and puffy, hair a disheveled mess from her running her hands through it as some strands stuck to her face because of the tears.
Fuck, I was supposed to be made at her because of our fight earlier but seeing how broken she looked made me want to wrap my arms around her.
"Noah," she choked on my name through sobs. "I-I'm-."
Stay strong. You can't fold because a pretty girl is crying in front of you.
But-.
No buts. She told you whatever you wanted to happen, wasn't going to. She doesn't love you.
"Noah, can we talk," her bottom lip wobbled. "Please."
I shrugged with my hands still deep into my pockets. "Seems like you said everything you needed to say."
As much as my heart was screaming for me to go back, I kept walking towards my bus knowing that I had to get ready; Bad Omens set was starting in less than an hour.
NOAH
"Thanks Seattle! We hope you stick around for Hollow Souls! They're bound to put on a killer show!"
With a final wave towards the crowd, me and the guys ran off the stage just in time to see Malcolm and Chase looking frantic.
"What's wrong with you two?" Folio questioned while wrapping a bandaid around his pinky.
He went a little too hard on the drums tonight and somehow ended up slicing his pinky pretty good.
We all knew that Hollow Souls was panicking since kicking out Trey because not only did they lose their screamer but also their guitar player. He deserved to be fired, and it was a long time coming but now that the venom has cleared from the bands veins, they realized how fucked they were. While we were on stage tonight, I could see Ethan running around with his phone pressed to his ear, trying to figure out replacements.
"We can't find Y/N," Chase ran a hand over his buzzed head.
I nearly dropped the water bottle I was drinking as my stomach dropped out of my ass, heart beating a thousand miles a minute. "What?"
Malcolm ran a hand over his face. "She spun out, man. After you brushed her off earlier, she took off saying she needed some space. She left her phone on the bus and hasn't come back. Chase spent the last hour looking for her. We don't know where she is and we still have to decide what we're going to do about the last few shows."
Jolly squeezed Malcolm's shoulder. "It'll be alright. We'll go look for her."
"No," I shook my head. "You guys stay here, I'll go find her. In the meantime, your guitar tech knows all your songs, right?"
Chase nodded. "Yes, but how does that help for the screams?"
"Nick, have your phone by you so I can call you when I find her," I said, already working my mind on places she could be.
I pointed to Folio next. "You and Jolly head back out on stage to throw out some sticks or guitar picks. Anything to distract the crowd."
Before the doubt could stop me, I barreled through the back door of the venue, the cool air brushing over my heated skin as I looked to the left then to the right.
Where are you, angel?
Suddenly, I remembered something from one of her old live streams she did last year. A fan asked her where she liked to go when she needed time to think.
"Oh, thats easy," she answered with zero hesitation. "The rooftop of the venue were playing or the rooftop of my apartment. I love looking out at the vastness of the city almost like I'm Zeus staring down at all the other demi Gods."
My feet traveled faster than my brain did as I ran around back, quickly finding the ladder that lead to the rooftop. I climbed with ease and reached the top in a matter of seconds, eyes scanning for the long hair that I dreamed of.
There.
Sitting on the ledge with her head in her hands was Y/N, body shaking with sobs. I approached slowly, not wanting to scare her.
"Angel."
She hastily rose to her feet while wiping away the tears. "Noah? How'd you find me?"
"I remembered you said you enjoyed sitting on rooftops; almost like you're Zeus."
Through the tears and pain etched in her face, the briefest of smiles poked through until she remembered everything that happened a few hours ago. Even through the mess of make up, knotted hair, and blotchy skin, I wanted to grab her face to crash my lips to hers.
"I was an idiot," she sobbed. "I should have believed you about Trey but I was so blinded by the lies he spewed. Everything was a lie. He never loved me and I knew I never loved him."
As much as I wanted to talk, I decided it would be best if I stayed quiet so she could let everything out.
"He was the venom inside of me, draining me of my light and soul. I let him do that; let him change who I was. God, I'm so stupid!" She covered her face with shaking hands. "I can't believe I believed him over you!"
"Angel," I said again in a soft voice.
She either didn't hear me or didn't bother to stop. "You know, deep down I knew he was cheating. Where the fuck does he disappear to all the time? But I stayed with him because I thought no one would want me with what's wrong. I'm broken, every part of me unfixable, and Trey made me think no one would want to spend the money or time."
Y/N kept rambling on, not letting me get a word in, so instead I pulled her into my embrace, hand resting on her back while she buried her face into my shirt, gripping ti with all her might.
"I'm so sorry. I should have believed you. I'm such a fucking idiot."
I laid a soft kiss to the top of her head before tilting her chin up towards me. "You're not an idiot, angel. You said it yourself, you were blinded by who you thought Trey was."
She sniffled as I wiped the tears away. "But you never lied to me; there was no reason for you too. I said some hurtful things to you, Noah. I don't understand how you could ever forgive me for that?"
"Water under the bridge," I shrugged with a light chuckle, hoping it would ease the mood.
It didn't.
"I don't want to lose you, Noah. I can't lose you." She sobbed again.
I cupped her face this time, forcing our gazes to lock. "You won't. I forgive you."
"Wh-what?" She stammered.
"I forgive you, angel."
Earlier this afternoon, I hadn't planned on forgiving her this soon. But I suppose one step of my maturity is how seamless it was to accept the apology. Usually, I'd sit there, let the person ramble some bullshit I knew wasn't true. However, now, I sat up straight when I looked into those eyes, those eyes I felt deep in my gut weren't lying. She truly has been conditioned, like some kind of Stockholm Syndrome and I understood all too well what that was like. I lived that for years-desolate.
Seeing Y/N crying, broken, and afraid of losing me for the choices someone else made, I decided I would not be a boy. I was a man, a grown man, one of little words when I couldn't stop overthinking. However, I decided that communication was key; it's what gotten the band this far.
I was going to be a man, a man she deserved to have in her life; no matter what it cost me.
"You do?" Y/N peered up at me through lashes. "You don't, I don't know-hate me?"
"No," I said firmly, hands still gripping her face.
Her wet eyes sparkle with the setting sun. "Not at all? I-."
"Stop, angel. Stop," I stood taller. "I will not lash out at you to get even. I'm not going to make you get on your knee's and grovel either. We had an argument, discussed the situation. You apologized, I forgave you, and we made up."
"Just liek that?" Y/N wondred.
I brushed a kiss across her forehead, breathing in her scent. "Just like that, angel. I'm not him. I see the road ahead of me and I choose to take the high one."
Her grip on my hips tighted, almost afraid I would change my mind and walk away; never in a million years could I walk away from her. We were connected so deep, our souls would fade to the earth benethe our feet if we were to lose one another.
"Well, I must confess Noah; this is all new to me. I'm letting my guard down to let you in. I've been trying to sleep at night to avoid this thing between us, whatever the hell it is. You're the one at the foot of my bed trying to keep me alive at night."
My heart damn near soar so high into my throat, I was afraid I'd choke on it.
We stayed like that for a long few moments; me rocking her softly in my arms, until reality struck causing me to switch from my embrace around her to linking our fingers together.
"Come on, you've got a room full of fans waiting for you," I tugged her along.
"Shit," she cursed. "How the hell am I supposed to explain to them what happened to Trey?"
The corner of my lips lifted in a smile. "Well, think of something."
READER
"Hey, Seattle?! How are we feeling?" I spoke into the microphone.
My throat was raw from all the crying I'd been doing that I could barley speak, let alone sing.
The crowd cheered wildly, ready to watch Hollow Souls perform. It didn't even bother them I was still dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a matching crop top sweater.
"Well, unfortunately Chase, Malcolm, and I have some news," the crowd's cheers went dead silent as I pointed to Chase on one side of me and Malcolm on the other. "As you can see, Trey isn't on the stage with us. Because of personal reasons, he's no longer apart of Hollow Souls."
It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop from the streets outside. I swallowed my nerves, forcing myself to continue with what I knew I had to say next.
"So with that being said, we as a trio have decided to-."
Suddenly, loud cheers and applause reverberated in my ears as I watched Noah run onto the stage, holding up a hand in the air.
"Excited to see me again, Seattle?"
I blinked at him, confused why he was on stage again. "What are you doing?" I mouthed.
"Well, it seems like Hollow Souls need a fill in for tonight?" Noah briefly ignored me to continue speaking to the crowd.
This time the screams were so loud, I was sure some glasses broke on the bar in the back of the room.
"If it's alright with my beautiful friend here," Noah smirked at me. "I'd love to fill in. We've got your guitar tech filling in for Trey."
I then saw Mike, our tech, give me a small wave. Everything was happening so fast, I barley had time to register Malcolm stole the microphone from me. "Yes, Noah I accept. We would love your help for tonight."
As he walked past me to prepare himself to fill in, I placed a hand on his stomach. "Thank you."
He brought the hand from his stomach to his lips, pressing soft kisses along each knuckle. "Anything for you, angel."
Holy shit. I thought Hollow Souls sounded amazing with Trey but I was wrong; so fucking wrong. Noah was something I never thought I needed; personally and professionally. They way we sang together, the energy palpable. It was nothing like I ever experienced with Trey. The way Noah and I connected with our vocal ranges, hell even our fucking souls were connected that much I knew. But as Noah screamed out hte last line of our final song, I swallowed hard when those scary, unknown feelings hit me.
I love him.
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hi vaguely serious messy post about hermitblr and new members and just. letting everyone know that we’ve had history with cc interaction on here before that i think would be useful for people to learn about
Trafficblr/Hermitblr has seen a lot of growth lately, largely in part from people migrating over here from the DSMP side of MCYTblr. This in of itself is completely fine! New people jumping onto the bus with us are always welcome, and the growth of the community as a whole is really nice to see.
However, I have noticed a lot of these newer blogs sharing the same very specific behaviours, and if possible, I’d like to just make a few things about the community and our history clear. Because this isn’t DSMP, and the CCs here handle content creation and their own fanbases very differently to them.
While I’m not going to go in-depth on 2019 since I don’t have nearly as much information about it as other people do, I would like to say that back then, Hermitblr was kind of an active war zone. It was comparable to how Hermittwt is now, with infighting about shipping and similar topics being the norm (however in Hermitblr’s case many of these argument were far more personal due to the smaller fandom size). What I want to point out specifically however, is when one of the CCs, Cleo, was thrown into the community infighting. I don’t remember the specifics of it, but she was sent an ask asking about shipping, and her opinions on it, and eventually dealt with so much backlash that she was forced to leave the site entirely (this post here has a slightly more comprehensive summary, if need be).
I’m just a little concerned, because there seems to have been a slight increase in that demographic of people recently. Specifically, members of the community who want to rely on CCs to dictate what happens in fan spaces; for them to give us bullet point lists of what their exact boundaries are for every single situation.
This rarely ends well. As in, it almost always just causes infighting and hostility. There will always be people making content that will “break boundaries”, regardless of any creator’s wishes. However, this is usually mitigated by the fact that many of these CCs aren’t on Tumblr (at least not anymore....mostly). The problem arises when members of the community attempt to act as Heroes Of Justice, and go out of their way to send asks to other blogs, informing them exactly of how they’ve broken the boundaries of some 40 year old adult. This is all despite the fact that said adult will....never see whatever post went against their wishes. It just encourages policing and this weird superiority....thing, where despite the lack of content creators, people are still fighting to make sure that the site is clean from any possibly upsetting posts.
I say this all while also acknowledging that many of the creators in this sphere also don’t have a very comprehensive understanding of how fandom interacts with their “characters”. To them, “shipping” has always been RPF, and there are so many other aspects of the community that simply can’t be explained easily, as they haven’t been immersed in this culture like we have. This is to say that asking for “boundaries” is likely to get you a very confused and unhelpful answer, as the Hermits have always had a very different way of interacting and viewing their fanbase than the DSMP creators do. There is no “c!” or “cc!” to them, to put it simply.
Essentially, the Hermits are adults. They’ve been doing content creation for years, and I can guarantee you they’ve seen worse things in their lives than art of their Minecraft character kissing another Minecraft character. They’ve dealt with this shit before, and if they wanted it to stop, they’re free to make a post about it whenever want. And yet, they haven’t. They leave fandom up to us. Boundaries and rules and infighting and just...all of that? Let’s leave it to the Twitter users, please. Post what you want, make sure to tag your posts correctly, and we’ll all be fine.
Also, while I’m going to try not to rehash any discourse about inviting CCs to Tumblr, I also do just want to implore you guys to consider that the environment on Hermittwt is partially the way it is because of the active presence of the Hermits there, with people flocking for attention or a single notice, and obsessively checking posts to make sure they’re not potentially “boundary-breaking” and such. Please just consider that many people are here to avoid the dynamics of that site. Tumblr is a site for fans, not for the CCs. So we create content here for ourselves, and not for them. Having creators join almost always leads to the culture of their fanbase on here changing, with content posted in the maintags being catered more towards them rather than the fanbase. (This isn’t to say that they can’t join!! But at least keeping in mind why many of us are here in the first place and weighing that against potential CC interactions would mean a lot).
I fear that my point may have been lost a little bit, but I hope my explanation at least brings a little bit of light to why many members of the community here are wary of Creators coming over to the site, and also of how many newer blogs tend to treat the CCs. Hermitblr has had some really bad history in the past when it comes to this stuff, and seeing newer fans bring over similar ideas from DSMPblr just worries me a little bit.
TL:DR - Just...please treat the Hermits like the adults they are, and keep in mind they have a very different dynamic with their fanbases to the DSMP creators. Asking for “boundaries” and granting CCs control of the fanbase will likely lead you nowhere; attempting to police fanspaces here just brings up bad memories of times when Hermitblr was a much more miserable place to be in. Plus, if you want CC interactions, please just go to twitter. Nobody here wants to deal with an attempted “cleanse” of the site to make it more palatable to CCs.
#i hope this is ok. again im not. trying to police or be a ''fandom mom'' or fucking. whatever#just giving my 2 cents on the subject. take it or leave it i don't care im not the boss of you and you dont have to listen to me#also gen if you see this and want me to remove your post just send me an ask and i'll take it out#discourse#if i said anything goofy or fucked up lmk because while i did try 2 proofread this im also not very concise nor clear#just gonna hit post. assuming this isn't gonna get more than like. 20 notes anyway so i likely wont have to worry abt ppl getting mad @ me
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(Warning for rape mentions, this one’s a little heavy)
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(So I can find it later)
AITA for hardblocking my former friend and did I overreact over a roleplay blog?
Basically, I found a roleplay on Tumblr while I was scrolling through some NSFW tags. The post I first saw that drew me to it was tame sexual fantasies in comparison to what I found on the rest of the blog.
Basically it was a rape-fetish blog, which on its own is none of my business but I was reading a few of their posts and something stuck out about them.
They kept talking about one specific person they want to rape, and at first I didn’t think much of it, but the details got creepier as I read. It weirdly seemed like they were describing me, or at least that the descriptions were very similar to me.
The girl they fantasized about had the same hair colour and length as me (as far as I could tell), was about my height (they were described as short and I am short), even things down to a shirt I happen to own, and a recent post described her smelling like a specific new perfume, a scent that I just so happen to have bought and tried a few days before the date on that post.
I tried to shake it off as nothing but the name was all too much. They censored the name a a letter then a bunch of asterisks (for example S*****) and the letter they used and the number of asterisks lined up way too perfectly for my own actual name.
Then I found an old post on the account that was a rant about how the user had themselves been sexually assaulted and then described the attack in fair detail.
That stuck out because somebody I thought was a friend had gone through an assault like that, very similar (as far as I knew) to how it was described.
I blocked and reported the account, then I blocked them on everything, from Tumblr to Facebook. They’ve been trying to contact me since but I’ve ignored every attempt.
Maybe I overreacted and am seeing patterns that really aren’t there? As far as I know that blog has been deleted off Tumblr, or at least I hope it has. I know that people can be into different things, and that being raped can make you want to take that control back, but now I’m paranoid that what if this actually happens, they act out these fantasies? I want to believe they wouldn’t, they’re not like that, but I can’t. I can’t contact the police because they haven’t actually done anything, and in my area you need reasons for restraining orders and all that stuff. Rape victims aren’t taken seriously where I’m from.
Should I have heard them out? AITA for overreacting?
What are these acronyms?
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Tumblr Fic List Part 1
Hi everyone! With AO3 currently down, I thought I'd remind you all that almost all of my fics are also available to read right here on Tumblr! For years I've had the habit of cross posting just about everything so if you're looking for a particular fic, you should be able to find it on good old Tumblr.
I tag all my fics with: Precious Posts so you can also use that to find anything newer I haven't added here yet.
This is all my older fics, from my Masterlist. When I get a little more time I'll do a part 2 with my newer stuff.
To Teach a Robin to Cook: Jason teaches Damian how to cook
Baby Bat Vs the Evil Librarian : Steph and Damian take a trip to the library
Grayson’s Guide to Robin Boys Movie Night (IMG): The list of rules Dick wrote for movie night
Guide to Robin Boys Movie Night (FIC): Dick decides to write some rules for movie night, the other Robins have opinions
Movie Night: The Mummy: Jason does not like bugs
Movie Night: Cheeto Bomb: Dick thinks Jason planted a Cheeto bomb in the DVD player. Jason insists otherwise.
Lost Boy: Tim’s mad at Damian (again) and takes a walk to cool off
Fireworks: The Batboys attend a fireworks show for the 4th of July and Jason has flashbacks. Angsty
Baby Teeth: Bruce notices that Damian has lost a tooth, and decides to play Tooth Fairy. Fluff pure and simple.
Talk Yourself Out of This One: Dick get’s kidnapped and is forced to wait for help to arrive.
Kidnapped With You: It’s all Jason’s fault. Or is it Damian’s? Either way both managed to get kidnapped and now have to get along until Batman arrives
Misplaced Mail: Tim decides to go to college and doesn’t tell the other Robin boys.
De-Aged Tim: Timmy gets shrunk down to a six year old and Damian has to help him get back to normal.
Magical Mix Up: Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian all get body swapped. Will they fight or get along long enough to fix things?
Lights Out: Jason finds himself in a situation when Tim passes out on him while his chest taser is still on
The Hunt: Bruce and Damian go on the search for a missing remote
Prank War: It’s Batboys vs Batgirls
Something in the Tea: Damian drinks hallucinogenic tea and can’t escape the visions of what he wishes his family would be like.
Party Chaos: Duke just wants to survive this party, unfortunately for him the rest of the Batboys are at the party and intent on causing trouble.
Trust: DickBat era fic where Damian gets into some trouble after a fight with Dick.
Karma: Damian’s got the hiccups so Dick tries to help him out on patrol.
Comfort Sweater: Damian get’s caught stealing one of Dick’s sweaters.
Play Lessons: Mindless Fluff as Dick and Dami play Cheese Viking together
Burdens: Written for Dynamic Duo Week 2016 day 6: Leave Me Alone
Discovery: Dick and Damian do a science experiment with Geodes
It’s Called a Hug: DickBat era. Damian doesn’t understand that hugs aren’t just a reward for good work.
Like Any Other Kid: Damian can’t stop having nightmares, finally he decides to go to his father for comfort.
Nightmares and Dreams: Bruce has a nightmare that Damian’s still dead and decides to check up on his son.
Cuffed: Dick and Tim end up handcuffed together and have to rescue Jason
Chosen: Based on a HC where Damian has trouble believing Bruce really wants him.
Album: Tim’s looking through one of his old photo album’s when Dick and JAson find him.
Father Time: Tired from the night before Bruce decides to stay in bed all day. His children decide he needs company.
Favorite Colors: While Dick and Damian are shopping for a new hoodie for Tim Damian makes an interesting purchase.
Lost Not Gone: My version of Damian’s reaction to Tim’s ‘death’
Super Sleepover: Jon sleeps over at the manor
Father Daughter Dance: Bruce and Cass go to the Ballet
Learning to Ride: Bruce teaches Jason how to ride a bike
Adoption: Alfred pushes Bruce to adopt Tim
If I Live to See the Dawn: Jason’s hurt and Damian’s got to get him home
Learning to Ask: Dick takes care of an injured Bruce
Heartbeats: Takes place between Batman Rebirth issues 16-17 and follows Bruce taking care of his kids
Target Practice: Damian and Steph play laser tag
Anxious Heart: Damian deals with some latent fear toxin, Bruce helps him out
Art Show: Tim runs into Damian while going to see one of his photos on display
Family Attire: Dick and Damian go clothes shopping. DickBats era
Unintended Consequences: In trying to hide his own illness Damian ends up getting Tim sick
Always Interesting: Cass buys a waxing kit and all the boys want to try it
Not a Burden: Tim gets hurt on patrol and doesn’t want to bother the family
With Love and Patience: Dick muses over taking care of Damian, there may also be suspenders involved. DickBats era.
Long Overdue: Jason offers to take Damian on patrol with him
Some Kind of Normal: Sometimes Bruce forgets just how young Damian is
Trapeze Training: Dick takes Damian out on the trapeze
Sick Day: Bruce is sick and Damian wants to make sure his father gets proper rest
Haunted Manor: Damian and Jon explore a haunting in the manor
Checking In: The batboys start to worry when Bruce is out of town and hasn’t contacted anyone in a while
Preserved Heartache: Damian sees a video of his own death
Hugs and Cookies: Dick brings a ‘get-along’ rug for the holidays
Like Old Times: Bruce and Dick on a stakeout
Safety Net: Snapshots of Damian learning to trust Dick
Irritating: Damian picks on Dick
This Stupid Family: First person pov. Jason’s little brother’s realize he too is a little brother and act accordingly.
Then and Now: Bruce dealing with Jason’s death juxtaposed with the family now
In Charge: Jason and Bruce make lunch while Alfred is out. Robin!Jason
A Little Craft Project: Damian asks Babs for help cheering Dick up
A Bad Night and Good Tea: Bruce can’t sleep, thankfully Alfred’s there to help
To Pass Through this Night: Dick died during Forever Evil. His brother’s find out and help him deal with it.
Faking It: Damian fakes being sick, Dick reacts to it. DickBats Era
Dreams of Wires: Damian’s feelings on the chip his mother put in his spine
Don’t Get Sentimental: Tiger takes care of Dick
Robin in the Batcave with the Rope: Damian get’s kidnapped by the Riddler and Scarecrow and forced to play clue
Breathe In Breathe Out: Damian gets buried, Dick worries Part 1 2 3
This Weight Off Of Your Shoulders: Damian gets sick, Alfred takes care of him
After Everything We’ve Seen: Dick finds Damian curled in the corner of the couch
Bone Tired: Dick is tired, Bruce is there to help him out
Just to See You: Temporary blind Damian, Big brother Dick
You Won’t Wake Up Alone: Dick knows he’s about to die, he just doesn’t want to do it in front of his little brothers Part 1 Part 2
First Breath After A Coma: Dick ruminates on his death, Damian’s, and all the terrible things that have been happening lately. Angst, no fluff
Your Job or Mine: Bruce gets hurt, Dick takes care of him
New to This: Dick’s getting used to his new busy life, and learning to take time for Damian
Accustomed to Standing Alone: The first time Damian’s kidnapped as a civilian
Bleeding Heart: Damian finds a dying doe and sits with her, Dick helps take care of the rest
Sun Spot: A lazy day with Dick and Damian
Of Baskets and Braids: Dick can’t sleep so he goes to find Bruce, and they get lost watching Youtube videos
As the Years Go By: Dick is growing up, and Bruce isn’t really sure how to deal with it.
A Bird in the Hand: Damian gets turned into a robin…for real. Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Those Days We Miss: After Damian picks a fight with Dick, he ends up kidnapped and pretty sure no one is going to come for him.
Stay Here, With Me: Damian gets soaked on patrol, and as a result he ends up sick. Rest and medicine should help, but Damian finds himself getting worse and worse. Thankfully he’s got Bruce (and later Dick) to help sort things out.
You Always Bring Me Home: When Batman is caught by an explosion he calls the person who can always find him, Alfred.
The Care and Yeeting of Robins: Bruce comes home to find Jason in his bed. Jason refuses to move, so Bruce does what he has to in order to stand his ground and decides sleeping on the floor is the only option.
Flash/Prompt Fics:
Damian and Tim: That’s Not a Dog
Dick, Damian, and Cass: No, no, it’s okay, I’ll be your bridge. You can walk all over me
Damian and Dick: I stabbed my last twelve brothers. Why should you be different?
Jason and Steph: Not only am I a late bloomer, I’m late for everything
Young Dick: Not only am I a late bloomer, I’m late for everything
Steph and Damian: I stabbed my last twelve brothers; why should you be any different?
Tim and Damian: Would you mind not setting my stuff on fire every time you get angry
Older!Damian: I find this to be highly illogical, incredibly ridiculous, and absolutely irresistible. Let’s play
Damian and Alfred the Cat
Tim and Damian: Damian attempts to irritate Tim
Tim and Jason: Tim’s tired and saying weird things
Batman Voice: Damian’s got a ‘Batman voice’ and it comes out at the best of times
Shrunken Sweater: Bruce’s sweater has shrunk to the perfect size
Being Sick is Stupid: Robin Dick and Bruce fluff and minor sick fic
Damian gets tricked into sleeping
Dick and Damian angst-fluff
Long Fics:
Super City: Damian and Jon on an adventure in Metropolis
Losing You: Dick loses his memories of Damian and the two try to deal with it while going after the villain responsible (plus Tim and Jason get to help)
Finding Us: The sequel to Losing You. Explores Jason and Tim’s relationship to the Batfam
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How to say goodbye ‘see you around’ and mean it…
The time has come.
First thing’s first: this isn’t goodbye—just a heads up.
Due to changes I’m making in my personal life, I’m stepping back from the Transformers fandom for a partial hiatus. My ambition makes me restless, and it’s about time I put some of my plans into action.
Yes, a Chinese person becoming a doctor. How original.
Maybe I’ll turn out like Ratchet. Maybe I’ll suffer long enough to become Pharma.
Only time will tell…
In any case, I don’t plan on totally disappearing from the fandom any time soon. Eventually, I won’t be logged in on the app, but I’ll be accessing the site through a browser a few times a week, or when I have free time.
For the foreseeable future, you’ll see me around primarily on the weekends and Wednesdays—collecting posts for the queue, answering old asks, and maybe making a post once in a while.
What to expect:
The queue will publish a few times a day, and most original posts and extra reblogs will be scheduled.
I have 300+ post ideas saved in my notes and screenshots. My goal is to slowly release these into the wild.
I’ll try to keep writing meta, but when and how will depend entirely on how much free time I have, and what little energy I have to spare.
If I ever have extra time, I might open my ask box and play an ask game or two. Maybe…
Asks, tags, and other things:
If you sent an ask in the past, I probably have it saved either in my inbox or my drafts. Yes—even the asks that are almost a year old. I have not forgotten, and I still intend to answer, even if the sender doesn’t remember.
My inbox is closed for now, but I’ve set up a fancy little Google form as a replacement: ✨Nova’s Commlink✨
If at any time, you tagged me in something interesting, I saved it in my drafts. If I’ve deemed it worthy of a response, you will see it eventually.
Feel free to keep tagging me in things. I’ll give posts a ‘like’ to confirm I saw them, and if I really like a post, I’ll queue it for later or drop it in my drafts if I want to give a longer response.
If you tag me and I don’t confirm receipt within a few days, drop me a note in the Google form.
If I said I would do something else for you, I haven’t forgotten. It’s on my list, and I will get back to you about it when I’m able.
WIPs:
Fics for my Constellations of Cybertron AU are on hold. I’ll still plot and plan, but it will be a long time before I publish any of those longer stories.
I hope to keep working on my shorter WIPs. I don’t know how much free time or energy I’ll have in the coming days, but I’ll do my best to get them out eventually.
How to reach me:
Anyone (mutual or otherwise) who has my Discord should message me over there. This extends to those I’m in servers with.
Mutuals who don’t have my Discord and anyone I follow here can still DM me through Tumblr.
Everyone else can contact me using the Google form.
Don’t be afraid of bothering me. It may take me a while to respond, but I welcome it.
Last updated: 2/28/24 - (section updated: intro)
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Very sorry but can someone help me find another twst fic? It was more like headcannons but it’s where reader was at a masquerade/ball type event and rollo was there, my memory isn’t the best so forgive me, but I think rollo and reader dance and the boys watch with jealousy but I remember rollo taking reader out on some kind of balcony and either trying to kiss reader or convince them to leave the boys. I’m pretty sure it was the second one with him spouting off something about purity. I remember Azul for sure being in this one and I think malleus was in there too but I think they kiss reader in front of him or take them back inside at the end of their respective headcannons. Edit: here’s the link! https://www.tumblr.com/cyn-write/731537190125961216/i-feel-her-i-see-her
If anyone could help me I would be very grateful. Also if you recognize my username/me asking for help so many times and want an explanation I’ll leave it under the cut because it’s probably going to be me trauma dumping.
Hi, I’m Max. I have an anxiety disorder. The reason I’ve asked for help so many times and in so many fandoms is partly because of my anxiety. I recently got a new phone and I’ve had a hard time adjusting because all the screenshots I have of the fanfic I’ve read is on my old phone. If you’re wondering why I haven’t just airdropped the screenshots to my new phone it’s because I had so many screenshots that it took up all 64gb on my phone, not all of them were screenshots but about half of my storage was taken up by them. And when I think of a fanfic that’s not in my new camera roll I panic, and when I can’t find it by googling it or looking for it here on tumblr I panic even more. Just a few days ago I spent eight hours looking through my old phone for a fanfic that wasn’t even on there, I found it eventually but I was in tears begging whatever god that would listen to help me find it by the end. If you’re wondering why I get so worked up over fanfic of all things it’s because a few years back when I first found fanfiction I was depressed and suicidal do to living conditions I won’t go into, I used it as an escape so I wouldn’t have to face reality and ever since then fanfiction became such a huge part of my identity that I couldn’t imagine myself not reading it and I genuinely panic over not being able to find the ones I’m looking for. I’m on medication and looking for a therapist, I’m getting better I think, but it’s been hard. Im not trying to guilt trip and I’m not writing this for pity or sympathy or anything like that, I just think that where I post in so many tags, sometimes multiple times, I owe people an explanation. I might just be over thinking it but I imagine someone scrolling through their favorite tags and seeing me there and helping me out and then seeing me over and over again and getting annoyed so I feel like I owe people answers on why I’m asking for help so much. I feel guilty asking for help so much but I genuinely loose sleep over this. I’m very grateful for the people helping, trying to help and have helped me. It’s why I try to thank them even if they didn’t find the one I was looking for, just knowing people are willing to help puts me at ease and I usually post my requests for help before going to sleep because just talking about something with people who know what I’m talking about or is in the same fandom as me puts me at ease. If I’m annoying I’m sorry but just putting something out there where there are people who are willing to help and don’t judge me for it helps me sleep at night. Sorry for rambling and call me stupid or crazy or anything like that but I’m trying to get better, I really am and putting posts out there with the hope that someone can help calms my anxiety. Even if I don’t get a link or answers or get to reader the fic again just posting and talking about it helps me, like letting go of it and letting it drift away. Thank you for reading and I’m sorry.
#fanfic#fanfic finder#twst#twst x reader#twst wonderland#twst x y/n#twisted wonderland#twst azul#twst malleus#twst rollo#azul ashengrotto#malleus draconia#rollo flamme
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Reprise of a rolling mist
Part 1
Part 2 (soon)
☽◯☾ Summary - You, the revered God of Healing and Mist, one of the oldest friends of Zhongli, are not one to be easily taken down, but alas, in the Archon war of brutal massacres, you can’t escape death for long.
☽◯☾ Characters - Zhongli, (minor) Cloud Retainer, (minor) Madame Ping
☽◯☾ Tags - Zhongli x Reader || Gender Neutral || Angst || Eventual happy ending || Description of blood, violence, and fatal injuries || Mention of death
☽◯☾ Word count - 1.2k
☽◯☾ Rumour◇ says - my first ever fanfic to be published on tumblr. In case you haven’t seen my previous post, please do! It has some context in it. I hope i did peepaw some justice,, as much as I love him, it was slightly hard to pin his personality down especially in this wild scenario. I’ll probably belt out the part 2 really soon cause I’m done with it, just gotta decorate the post lmao.
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The nearby corpse of a beast twitches once before falling still.
The loud ringing in your head gets louder by the passing minute. Mouth set into a grimace, you roll onto your back and hack out a wet cough.
It's hard to breathe with a gaping hole in your torso, still fresh and bloody. Your half-lidded eyes focus onto a speck of ash, floating up to melt into the night air.
The God of War doesn’t fear. No. He is the one who’s feared. And yet...
“No...”, Morax kneels there, watching his old friend, laid upon the charred grass.
Your once lustrous hair, now melds into the soot-stained ground, tainted by blood and grime. Your breaths come shallow and short.
For all the dust and debris left in the battle's wake, Mt. Tianheng had a pleasant breeze to offer.
His palm find its way to yours; cold to the touch. Fingers tighten around you, and the clarity slowly returns to your hazy eyes.
The stench of burnt flesh permeates the air. His gaze lingers over the yawning cavity in your body; charred at the edges.
From such a pair of gods, its not Morax who wields the power to heal and mend. It’s not you who possesses the energy to do so.
And so. his hands tremble uselessly over your gut, or the lack thereof.
His most trusted. His closest companion. His oldest friend... The one who shares countless memories with him.
The one who had promised to do so for many more years to come.
"M-morax," his name spoken like a sigh. The corners of his mouth twitch into a small smile.
Your stomach flares in pain when you fight back a strangled whine. "I am... not your burden to bear amidst a battle."
He sits by you, pained. “Hush... do not strain yourself by talking.”
You lie before him, bleeding.
“O great Rex Lapis, won't you be kind? Won't you be wise? Renounce your lands and people? Spare us all a calamity from befalling those subjects of yours? It’s the least of your payment... for eons of slaughter caused by your hands”
A great many creatures had cackled, with many more swarming in. The seething mass of... beastly wasps, misshapen and overgrown, were all too eager for a massacre. A hivemind; disgustingly coordinated in brains and brawn.
By the first rumbling of his meteorite that bombed over Mt. Tianheng, a familiar billowing mist had rolled forward to assist.
Whether in your solid body, or a lashing mist, it was hard to quell the pyro gnats.
The grass is stained red by now.
He takes your hand and grips it tight, to his chest. You brush your fingers over his bruised knuckles.
By the second rumbling of raining spears, Morax’s harsh orders had sent the adepti and yakshas scrambling towards the unprotected city of Liyue.
.
.
.
By the third rumbling of his shield molding around you... a flaming projectile had already shot clean through your torso.
You need to fight to keep your eyes open.
From a simple flesh wound... what a joke.
Your not the admired deity of recovery, just in name, are you?
Your fingers twitch, tightening around his robes. "Help me sit upright..."
His sharp exhale falls upon your brows, and with the utmost softest touch, You’re pulled up against his torso. Your head sags against his shoulder, where you can feel the thick pool of sorrow under his skin.
"Please... I do not want to cause you more hurt," The words fall hollow from his lips. He holds you up gently, and you can finally focus on his face.
… where you’re met with a wet shine to his eyes.
"What... are you trying to do?" His mouth trembles downwards ever so slightly.
But you... you break out in a rebellious smile, don’t you?
The pain is unbearable. And you laugh all the harder for it. Sweat beads your forehead, and your fingers dig into his arm when he presses into your stomach to slow the bleeding. You bite out a groan. It burns.
"Don't look at me like that Morax", you pant. "This... this is but child’s play for a healer of my caliber...."
Yet, your life trickles out like the grains of sand in an hourglass, and your vision flickers.
He wipes the blood off your lip, clearly vexed, "You are still yourself, I see. Even as you lay here, near death, you are still joking."
"Just... won’t you humor me one last time?" You rasp out, feeling faint. All sensations except the gritting pain have left already.
"Lend me some energy- so my body can return to what it once was..."
"Because... I, the Healer God of Mist, am alone the revered one... who holds mortality at my fingertips..." your voice breaks towards the end, but you still flash a smile of dogged arrogance, don’t you?
(There is nothing but a theory borne from your feverish thoughts.)
He gazes at you; minutes away from the end. The god who holds no regrets, who has not one ounce of fear in their voice. (You have never been more terrified of death, for you only know how to run from it.)
With a melancholy rustle of feathers, comes another soft voice, "Ever so conceited, until the very end...”, Cloud retainer murmurs into the night.
His skin glows alight, veins illuminated on his chest and arms. His gnosis ignites for your fanatical whims. It always did.
"How could I ever refuse you...?", his trembling voice, so quiet.
You’re met with a familiar embrace.
…
“If mortals pray to gods in their time of need, who does a god pray to?”
Two drops fall to your neck, rolling away until they wet your clothes.
“No one.”
His smile is soft, and voice raspy.
“A god can only pray to himself... but, he may have hope in others.”
Your body slowly starts to dissipate into millions of droplets of condensation that scatter into the air, where the wind blows parts of you away, and away.
The soft tunes of a zither ring out into the air, permeating the atmosphere with a slow melody. An adeptus sits atop a nearby rock, her eyes downcast.
ah. ‘Ping's zither’, you sigh. ‘How kind of her.’
And he smiles through his tears.
Isn't it beautiful?
A great rolling mist dissolves into the air. With dust and ash in the air, it swirls and rises up and above. The wasted grassland is littered with thousands of droplets that shimmer like stars as the moonlight reflects off them.
It is as beautiful. as it is empty.
On a night like this, Streetward rambler’s tune graces the wind, until her fingers bleed.
Cloud Retainer sheds no tears, but know that she holds your memory well.
And you, Rex Lapis,
Morax,
you weep for me.
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#genshin impact#zhongli#zhongli genshin impact#genshin impact fanfic#genshin zhongli#morax#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#gender neutral reader#fem reader#male reader#zhongli x reader#angst#genshin angst#damn this is longer than i expected#THERES LIKE 3K WORDS IN PART 2#what is this#i feel so cringe writing this#me and my inability to write something short#and simple#➳❥ Rumour writes#➳❥ Rumour says
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Call Me Luna Info
Hello dear readers, Mari speaking!
I just wanted to lay down some basic info about my story so that things are clear
- This story will probably not include super explicit smut unless or until I become more comfortable writing it, but due to heavy discussion of sex and suggestive scenes, this is an 18+ work, so it please respect that and MDNI
- The reader has an AFAB body and uses she/her pronouns and I think at some point I will have her wear skirts/dresses, and I decided to divide SKZ in half in regards to how old everyone is compared to the reader for the purpose of honorifics, but I looped Hyunjin in with the younger half since they were born in the same year. I also might have a background for character motivation purposes, so just oc family members and their secondary genders. Other than that, I try to keep it pretty neutral including race, religion, etc. Unfortunately I am limited to my own experiences, so if you feel like I’m not keeping it neutral or I am portraying something incorrectly or problematically, feel free to say something!
- I have ADHD and will deadass forget this story exists unless I have people interacting with me, so please do!
- My chapters will probably be over 1,000 words but I’m really inconsistent other than that so good luck
- This isn’t meant to be an exact biography of Stray Kids obviously so I’m not putting pressure on them or forcing them to be together or anything, also they have less managers and choreographers and sound people just because I don’t really feel like including all of that
- I’ll update when I want
- This is my story, so if you don’t like it, you can just leave without reading anymore!
- This story will deal with physical, verbal, and psychological abuse, as well as slight substance abuse, eating disorders, and mental health issues so please don’t read this if any of these affect you negatively
- Again, I can only go off of my experience so the way the characters in this story deal with things is not meant to be the “correct way” and it may not be relatable to everyone
- If you guys have any theories or ideas for what will happen next, let me know! It’s fun to see how people interpret writing (and maybe I’ll get my next plot point idea😁)
- I really don’t know what direction this will take so I’ll be adding trigger warnings as needed for individual chapters, and if there’s something that I haven’t tagged properly, please tell me! I want everyone to have a good experience with this story
- This story will have cursing, that’s just the way I think and write (and I think we all know the kids curse off camera)
- When any character uses English, I’ll show it like “‘“this”’”
- I’m shit at titles so….. we’re doing chapter numbers, but I might add chapter names later
- Tag list is open! You can send in an ask or message me if you want in! My tumblr is a bit fucked up so I can’t really respond to replies, but I always add you even if I don’t answer
- However, being on my taglist and being able to read my work is ultimately up to me, so if you do or say something that I dislike, I have no problem with blocking you
- I am fine with comments like “can’t wait for the next chapter!” but if it’s something more like “when’s the next part😡” consider it an automatic block, sorry not sorry!
- Liking and reblogging are always appreciated!
- Really, just have fun, stay positive, and (hopefully) enjoy the ride!
Info Regarding ABO
- omegas have heats three times a year for 7-10 days
- alphas have ruts twice a year for 3-6 days
- betas have slips once a year for 4-5 days
- heats include abdomen cramping, change of the omega’s scent, a need to nest, slick, and horniness for most
- heat suppressants are common, they don’t completely take away everything, there is still usually mild cramping, change of the omega’s scent and a need to nest, though they are pretty moderate
- ruts include a stronger scent of the alpha, possessiveness, need to mark their partner or partners, aggression, headaches, and horniness for most
- rut suppressants aren’t nearly as common as heat suppressants but they can tone down a rut to only include headaches, slightly stronger scent, and a bit of aggression
- slips include betas getting a stronger sense of smell and touch and they become very sensitive both physically and emotionally
- slip suppressants are very rare and only tone down a slip by about 20% while making the beta emotionally numb so many don’t like taking suppressants even when they have access
- there are no specific alpha scents or beta scents or omega scents, but in this universe, people can still identify someone’s secondary gender based on their scent
- scent glands are on the wrists and neck but if you put blockers on the neck, the body automatically stops releasing scents from the wrist gland
- scent blockers also lessen the wearer’s sense of smell
- wrist to wrist scentings are for acquaintances, neck to wrists are for good friends, and neck to necks are basically the equivalent of saying “I want you in my life forever” which can be platonic, familial, or romantic
And now onto the masterlist!
#stray pack#stray kids x reader#skz x reader#stray kids x you#skz x you#poly!skz#a/b/o dynamics#skz ot8#ot8 x you#ot8 x reader#bang chan x reader#lee know x reader#seo changbin x reader#hwang hyunjin x reader#han jisung x reader#lee felix x reader#kim seungmin x reader#yang jeongin x reader#alpha bang chan#alpha lee know#alpha seo changbin#omega hwang hyunjin#beta han jisung#omega lee felix#beta kim seungmin#alpha yang jeongin#call me luna#🤍
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Hello!! :D
Just popping in to say ILYSM (in that strange, mutuals on the internet sorta way) and that you have lots of fans who love your Halsin-posting. Your post notifications always brighten my day. ❤️
Idk why in the world you’ve got people investing their finite existence on this good Earth giving you grief. Some of your stuff might not be everyone’s cup of tea (pleasing everyone is an impossibility, after all), but it doesn’t even come close to the kinds of things my favourite hardcore/“problematic” (<= self-described, including the quotations, lmao!) Halsin/bg3 writers and artists post. And I don’t see anyone clutching their pearls in their comment sections.
Like, when I click on the profile of one of my favourite writers (which includes you! 🥰 But not this example, I love all your stuff!) and see that they’ve posted a story with a description like: “hardcore kinky stuff that you’re not into, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat”, I simply keep scrolling and maybe pick one of the hundreds to thousands of other bg3 stories I could choose from. But maybe that’s just me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(Ao3 has tag filtering, you guys, it’s amazing. Remember the fucking Dark Ages when Ao3 didn’t have that at all? How tf did we ever live like that? That’s the kind of shit you say Thanks for at family Thanksgiving. And don’t tell you guys haven’t figured out at least one of the dozens of ways to filter stuff out on godsdamn Tumblr of all places; we’ve been tweaking the etiquette of that for years!)
How utterly irrational it is for these people to look at such an openly Queer and Kinky video game — the likes of which I’ve never seen in the mainstream before (He-llo strategically advantageous BDSM scene! 🤤) — and decide that they’re going to go around policing how people iterate upon those pre-established themes. How did this fandom attract puritans of all people? [Insert “The Myth of ‘Consensual’ Sex” meme here.]
Any-hoosies, all this to say that your haters are a weird, vocal minority that are letting you live rent free in their heads, instead of doing something meaningful or joyful with their pathetic, puritanical existences. There are way more people who love the kind of meta and fics that you post.
Have a good day!! XOXO 🥰😘💋💖💛🫶🤙
Hello! Thank you so much- that means a lot to me. It's weird to think of myself having "fans" lol! Like you're not the first person to use that word but it's just. Such a weird (in a good way) concept for me???? Like!?!?!? But I'm so glad to hear you love my posts <3
Yeah, pleasing everyone is impossible, and it's weird that of all things, my extremely mild CNC kink fic has become the antis' boogeyman. Fam there is literal necrophilia kink in this fandom! (Not saying they deserve to be harassed either, of course, no one should be!) But the fic that has become the pinnacle of what's problematic in this fandom is a survivor writing about a fictional survivor using kink to reclaim their sexuality? Like. OK Jan
See, but that's the difference, you're a grown adult who takes responsibility for curating your experience, whereas others.... either don't, or they don't read it but act like the fic EXISTING is a problem. I guess some people are in for a rude awakening when they discover who the Marquis de Sade is......
God, remember BEFORE AO3? Remember FFN when half the time, the PAIRING wasn't even properly tagged bc you could only tag two characters at all, so people would by default just tag the most popular characters to appear in the story? And instead of tags, you had genres, so you had to decide if you wanted romance/hurt/comfort or friendship/tragedy or what? (I'm a certified Fandom Old- on my old account I was in the first 10,000 users on AO3).
Yeah, people really are missing the point of this game- and it's no coincidence most of these folks are younger. (And a lot are exclus too; I've seen them get angry at the BG3 characters being canonically pan, saying that "pansexuality is a made-up Tumblr sexuality). So... totally blind to the interwoven history of queerness and kink. Not surprising.
Thank you so much for this kind message, anon, you cheered me up a lot. <3 I hope you have a great day!
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love in the grocery store 2
pairing jaehyun x reader
WC ?
tags fluff
Notes Sorry for the parts I didn't want to but Tumblr had a limit :( Also I literally rewrote the plot like 5 times and have at least 7 drafts In my notes. I wasn’t sure how to link part 2 on the part 1 post sorry again :(
Not even 2 weeks later you find yourself going back. Okay, to be fair, prices were getting outrageously high! You couldn’t keep convincing yourself that splurging on the groceries was better than going back to the forbidden store. Your mind constantly being reminded of the cute employee might have also played a part in the decision, but you’ll never admit that. You had to prep yourself in the car for about 20 minutes before actually entering the store. It sadly didn’t work because as soon as you walk in you wanted to walk out. Think about the prices, think about the prices, think about— “Excuse me,” an annoyed customer shoves you aside. “Sorry,” you squeak out, already embarrassing yourself, and you haven’t walked 5 feet into the store! You exhale before grabbing a cart, which did not fight this time, and head in. You look around trying to spot the cute employee from last time but no luck. You don’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved. Shaking your head, you remember why you’re here, and that’s to get groceries and head out. No detours! Most of your list has been crossed off except for the milk. It was a bit difficult to navigate since you were so used to your old grocery store. You're about to turn the aisle when you accidentally bump into someone. “Sorry! I—” you look up, and it’s like déjà vu. Before your mind can melt into a puddle, he speaks. “Oh hey! You’re the girl who fell into the carts!” His face of surprise morphs into concern. “Are you okay now? You didn’t look too good last time.” Speak, woman, speak! “Yes! I’m okay!” You say a bit loudly, startling him from your enthusiasm. Please universe, just let me shop in peace! “Ah, that’s good! You ran out before I could get a good look.” You look away from embarrassment, hoping this interaction would just end. “Yeah, uh, sorry, it was kind of embarrassing.” He smiles, watching your cheeks blush. “No worries, I totally understand! Well, I’ll let you get back to shopping.” He turns to walk away when you suddenly remember that you still need milk. “Wait! Where can I find the milk?” He turns around and tells you which aisle it’s in. “Or I could just show you? If you’d like.” He rushes the last sentence as if he expects you to turn him down. You nod your head yes, and he smiles widely at that. “Ok, follow me!” You follow next to him as he leads you both to the dairy section. You’re walking side by side when he takes a look into your cart. “You’ve got a cat? I love cats!” You smile brightly at that. Cute and an animal lover? You could melt. “Yeah, one cat and one dog,” you say, pointing to the dog shirt that’s also in your cart. You both continue to share your love for animals before he stops. “Well, this is the milk,” he points towards the wall of milk. You thank him and grab a gallon. From the corner of your eye, you still see the cute clerk standing near you, looking as if he has something to say. As you contemplate whether you should ask if something was wrong, he taps you on your shoulder. “Hi, I probably shouldn’t be doing this but um—” he stops to look around a little uneasy “sorry, I thought I saw my manager.” He breathes out and continues, “I was just wondering if I could have your number?” You’re taken aback because this is the last thing you imagined coming out of his mouth. He takes your surprise as disgust and immediately starts to backtrack. “Sorry! I just thought you were cute! And wanted to have your number to check up on you!” Now you're laughing. “Check up on me?” He sees your smile and visibly relaxes. “Yeah, you know that fall looked really hard. It'd be good to have my number just in case.” You smirk. “In case of what? I fall on your very dangerous carts again?” “Exactly!” He pulls out his phone and hands it over to you, hoping you'd agree to exchanging numbers. And of course, you do! You'd be crazy not to. The two of you exchange numbers and names and bid farewell. You step out with groceries that will no longer cost a leg and a new contact that you'll hopefully keep in touch with.
#jaehyun x reader#taesan x reader#leehan x reader#riwoo x reader#sungho x reader#woonhak x reader#boynextdoor fanfic#boynextdoor x reader#boynextdoor imagines#jaehyun#taesan#leehan#woonhak#riwoo#boynextdoor sungho#agust28
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I honestly think queues are one of the most useful functions of this site for artists, not just for the usual reasons, but also for the way art gets spread on here. I never got to experience this before because this is the first time my art has ever had an audience this large (thanks 🥰) but lately whenever I look in my notifs, I see a lot of my old stuff still getting notes.
I’ve been moving and haven’t been able to work on art as much as I would have liked so I’m grateful that my art is still circulating, unlike my Twitter notifications which have mostly dried up. But the number one tag I’ve seen are people’s queue tags. Queue tags are delightful in their own right because people typically make them into silly puns which I love, but also the way that queues unbury my artwork and put it back onto people’s timelines is invaluable to me. Often after I see someone reblog something with their queue tag, I’ll see someone else reblog it from them right afterwords with no queue tag.
My art gets just another chance to be seen thanks to someone’s decision to belatedly share it. And I really appreciate that! Thank you all so much for sharing my work, whether through a regular reblog or a queue. Anyways just wanted to opine on yet another way tumblr is good for artists 🥳
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are we allowed to submit/suggest old kataang fanart for the archive?
you definitely can if it’s on tumblr. i’ll just reblog the post. please make sure to include a link if you’re sending it as an ask.
if it’s on a different website, like Instagram or twitter, i’ll have to ask the artist first and/or see what their reposting policies are.
deviantart, reddit, pixiv (or any other site besides tumblr, twitter, and instagram) will be extremely tricky for me to ask for artist permission because i don’t have accounts on there (reddit is just for personal use) and don’t intend on making any new accounts. same thing applies for works of inactive artists. i’ll try my best to do some investigating to find their new accounts, if there aren’t any clear reposting policies.
in the event that i absolutely cannot get a hold of an artist, worst case scenario, i’ll just post a link to their fanart. if you guys want to contact the artist and ask for permission for the archive to repost, that would be awesome. please also dm a ss of your conversation with the artist so i can know for sure.
i also think this would be a great time to highlight some ground zero rules when suggesting fanart:
no whitewashed art: what does whitewashed art look like? any art where katara is the same exact shade as aang (both light as hell) and/or she looks like katherine in shyamalan’s movie.
no art depicting katara and aang as racist caricatures or tropes: luckily i haven’t seen any of that tomfoolery in kataang spaces (but i have in fandom spaces involving another very popular ship of katara’s) but i’m sure it exists somewhere out there.
no art involving zutara: who the hell wants to see zutara art in a kataang fanart archive? i know i don’t. if zutaraang is your thing there’s other spaces out there besides this one. with that being said, you can of course submit art from zutara artists who draw kataang. other ships that don’t include katara and aang - like korrasami, rangshi, zukka, sukka, maiko, kainora, etc - are all completely fine and will be tagged, so long as kataang is in the fanart (doesn’t have to be the main focus, can be the background).
no live action fanart: no hate to the actors involved - i’m just really not a fan of anyone’s live action casting, especially some of the water tribe characters. plus i hate the concept of a live action to begin with.
sorry for the long-winded answer! you can absolutely submit anything via a link, but whether it gets posted will really determine on my ability to access the artist and on whether the art follows those rules above. i’d love to post as much fanart as possible, but as everything else, there also definitely needs to be a process in place.
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Cyncerity!!!
The lore you dropped on the karlnapity (avian Q and borrower Karl) au!? You were really just gonna hide that in the TAGS!?
Now I have to know more 👀
And as always, beautiful work on your art! They look amazing!
AAAHHHH TY!! This is an au i’ve had for longer than i’ve had tumblr so i love talking about it lol
^(these are the tags mentioned btw)
there’s actually a post that’s now over two years old that goes into a little more angst linked here >:)
anyway two years ago i was trying to be all cryptic and stuff but i’ve had this in the back of my head for a while now so here’s Q’s story:
He was part of a borrower colony when [REDACTED] happened (if you scroll through the first tag under this post you’ll see “[redacted]” mentioned a lot because it’s the catalyst for this au, so i’m not willing to give that one up yet ;] ). He and his sister (his only family) were kidnapped by humans. He was separated from her and sold because his wings were pretty. He was handled poorly and mistreated by his human owners as they tried to force him to learn aerial tricks and make him a show bird of sorts. Humans in this au don’t know about borrowers (borrowers in this world are all tiny hybrids except for like one really weird exception but we can talk about him later) so the humans who bought Q found him on the dark web and we’re planning to show him off to the world and get rich and famous and shit off of him. However, Q found out he was a shifter, which is just a magic trait that some people pick up (i’m thinking of giving it a correlation to something but i haven’t decided yet). Q didn’t really know what was happening, one moment he was in his cage and the next he was free, but he took advantage of it.
The family that owned him wasn’t home. He ransacked their house, looking for anything that he’s noticed was important to human society. He grabbed bags full of clothes, valuables, food; anything he could sell or use in a human society and took off. Eventually he found a town far away and managed to find a cheap apartment that he could pay the first few month’s rent for only by selling the valuables he’d stolen. He bound his wings and found a job, beginning a normal human life.
how he met Schlatt and how Schlatt became his other “human” roommate, however, is a much longer story than I can’t fit onto this post.
#cynborrowerau#cyncerity#mcyt gt#mcyt g/t#Schlatt’s lore is one of my favorites for this au but#its complicated#doesn’t help that it’s been years since I thought about it so some of his plot beats are fuzzy#i remember the important stuff tho i’ll re-make up the rest
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