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d34thbr34th · 1 year

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Imo you are completely in the right taking about other nico ships cuz they are toxic and disgusting but it is hilarious you actually like weird abusive shit like solangelo 💀💀

ill start off by saying i dont necassarily need to explain myself to you, but ill take this as a chance to express how i feel about the ship.

i dont love solangelo. i dont hate it either. but you cant call it abusive. its not abusive.

im pretty neutral on solangelo, maybe some fanart i see is cute and ill reblog it, and i sometimes (barely) post hcs, but that doesnt mean im all for what goes on in the community. i know of the ableism that alot of solangelo truthers are desensitized to and promote without KNOWING it.

actually, for a long time i explicitly showed im against solangelo. ive actually once sat down and deleted all the solangelo content on my blog to PROVE IT. ive privated alot of the hcs i came up with as an 11 year old. you can LITERALLY go look in my tags, will solace is waaaaayyyy down. solangelo is practically nonexistent. IVE PUT EFFORT INTO SHOWING WHERE I STAND. seriously?

but now ive grown not to care. i dont hate it, i dont love it. its just eh. if i reblog something solangelo, okay. if i reblog something anti solangelo, okay. at the end of the day its my blog.

when i first entered the pjo fandom i was like.. what? 10 i think? and i found myself in nicos character. i related to him ALOT. i then found out about solangelo and thought it was the cutest shit ever. i reread every piece of media with them. i came up with headcanons. i had a whole ass phase where i was "in love" with will solace. now i realise that i found myself in nico, and seeing him in what seemed to be a happy relationship made me really really happy. now, ive grown. ive reread the series. i KNOW how solangelo is potrayed. sometimes i reblog anti solangelo takes that i agree with, other times solangelo content. its FINE.

now let me explain why i dont like jasico. jason is the first person that nico actually starts becoming friends with, and i find their friendship very sweet. when people tend to turn platonic dynamics into romantic ones it irks me alot. (my same issue with nipollo, even though thats already weird) nico should be able to have friends without constantly being shipped.

i dont like percico because of the obvious age gap, and the fact that nico developing a crush on percy was a major plot point to his arc. it makes his feelings complicated because nicos confused about how he feels about percy. he doesnt know whether to love or hate him, since, well, bianca's death.

i dont like solangelo either, because obviously, its disgusting the way will acts like hes nicos 'savior'. however, will's technically not really his healer. when it comes to mental health and such, will urges nico to talk to dionysos about it. sooooo... u cant really say they have the patient/healer trope, even though in fanon and fanfics it may seem that way

alot of other posts that I REBLOGGED explain this in further detail, if you want me to link some of them, ill go ahead and do that for you. but you shouldnt be asking me to justify why i reblog solangelo shit.

either way, ill redirect you to where user arabnico talks about it, here and here. i completely agree with her takes.

and anyway, the hcs i come up with use the basis of a pretty watered down version of solangelo. i dont keep in mind canon when i think of solangelo. i dont think anyone does, fairly enough. their og characters have been so lost and watered down. heck, i last reread hoo last year.

tldr; im neutral on the ship. jasico sucks because theyre bffs. percico sucks because pedophilia and a majority of nico's tragic arc was based off of liking percy.

i would like to add a final comment: ive previously stated that ALL nico ships suck, INCLUDING solangelo. so idk where this really came from but whatever. have a good day.

#hiding behind anon lol #😒😒#the internet is asss

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the-badger-mole · 11 months

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I know you are going to ignore this but Aang showed no disapproval of Bloodbending In general, that was KATARA. He didn’t care when Katara used it to save him and Sokka. Even in Lok, Amon’s Father only credited Katara as the one who made blood bending illegal.

All Aang did was respect that Katara hated Bloodbending. It’s hypocritical to disapprove of Aang’s behavior in The Southern Raiders while also disapproving Aang not convincing Katara to like Bloodbending.

If you took the time to actually read what I wrote, I acknowledged that that was my interpretation of the blood bending situation. I based it on what I saw in canon, but I still admit it was an interpretation. An interpretation that I think has more canon support than your interpretation of Aang having any sort of respect for Katara. At all.

#atla #anti aang #anti kataang #you think i don't stand ten toes down on what i say?#and i don't hide behind an anon account to say it either #lol @ aang respecting katara #sure jan 😏#THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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littlemermaidx · 3 months

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maybe if you'd stop starving yourself to make porn for weirdos with an anorexia fetish you'd be more politically knowledgeable

(no face, no name = no opinion!)

Goodbye cowardly anon!

#ask #anon #Smh....#Like you could have just @ me??#I don't know who I'm talking to..#...#I suppose being a coward hiding behind a screen is easier than politely responding to someones comment?#It's been ages since I've used one of Sherlock's gifs as a reaction lol

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flfverse · 1 year

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behind closed doors

Here, there are no heroes or villains. There are no fights, no politics, no wars. There is no Dabi, there is no Hawks.

Touya and Keigo draw the curtains and shut the world out.

this anon brought up the idea of fluffy future dabihawks, which made me want to throw out an "imagine [blank]" just as a little tease. then i couldn't think of anything. then, because i am very normal, i decided to write a oneshot about it.

~2k words of fluff, no real spoilers, some details are dubiously canon since i haven't actually written the war arc yet.

Touya edges into the apartment, softly closing the door behind him. “Pretty bird, I’m—mmph.”

Keigo steals the rest of his sentence with a kiss, pressing him up against the door. Touya allows it, tilting his head for a better angle as he cups his face. With the other hand, he strokes gently through his sub’s wings, making him shiver and slump forward.

(His sub. That thought is never going to get old.)

“Keigo,” he murmurs, pulling away just enough that the words are audible. “Dove, what’s this about?”

Keigo huffs, burrowing into his neck. “Missed you today.”

“I wasn’t gone that long.” Only a few hours. He had errands to run after he dropped Shouto at his friend’s house.

“Still. Missed you.”

Touya strokes his feathers a little more, considering. They scene almost every day, they have that luxury now, and he really wasn’t gone especially long, so there’s no real reason for Keigo to be climbing all over him before he even gets his boots off.

“Are you stressed, pretty bird? Something happen?”

“Mm. Little bit. Was watching the news. They brought up Hawks. Guess I just started thinking after that.”

Touya hugs him for a moment, breathing in, centering himself. The baby feathers of Keigo’s crest tickle his nose. He wants to cry, suddenly, ridiculously, because a few years ago Keigo would never have admitted anything was amiss, certainly not something as small as that. He would never allow himself to need anything.

“Thank you for telling me, chickpea.”

“That’s not even a bird.”

Touya flicks him. “Shut up, I’m being sweet. Can I ask what they talked about, or do you just want to forget?”

Keigo shifts his weight a little. It sways both of them, since Touya is still doing most of the work of holding them upright. “Both? They, uh. Just shit about some documentary they’re making about…y’know, everything. They still act like it was sudden, or like, bad. Us. Like you corrupted me or something.”

He laughs a little, shakes his head. “I just missed you. I didn’t want you to be out there with them. I want us here. It’s none of their business.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry people are still assholes.” Touya presses a kiss to the side of his head. “But none of them get to be here. Not even stuck in your pretty little head. So go kneel in front of the couch for me, okay?”

Keigo pulls back, biting his lip. Touya pulls it free before he accidentally cuts it with his fangs.

“Problem, Kei?”

His gaze travels up and down Touya’s body before meeting his eyes again. “Can I help you? First?”

“Of course. Go right ahead.”

Keigo slides to his knees, carefully unlacing Touya’s boots and pulling them off with a reverence usually reserved for gods. When he looks up, golden gaze shining, Touya has to bite his lip. Once the boots are off, Keigo’s hands travel up his calves and curl around the back of his thighs. His breath is warm across Touya’s groin, but that’s not what tonight is about.

“Dove,” he murmurs, “finish the job.”

Keigo nuzzles into his leg. “Just wanted to look at you, angel.”

“Mhm. You can look later. Up.” He hooks his fingers into Keigo’s collar to make his point, blue-black with fiery red stitching.

He rises gracefully to his feet, sliding his hands beneath Touya’s jacket as he goes until they settle on his shoulders. At Touya’s nod, he slides the jacket off, hanging it in its place as if it’s made of gold and not beaten, ancient leather.

Touya is about to tell him to kneel by the couch when Keigo slides his hands under his shirt. His talons scrape, but they’re too short to cut now. Out of convenience, not aesthetic.

“Please?” he asks.

“Don’t get distracted,” Touya warns.

Keigo doesn’t even reply, just takes it for the yes that it is and peels the shirt off. He takes at the same agonizingly slow pace as everything else, pausing to ensure no stray threads catch on staples. Touya folds the shirt messily and tosses it on top of his boots to collect later. Keigo’s hands, predictably, land on his chest.

“Your skin is dry,” he murmurs, pouting at it.

So, maybe Touya woke up a bit later than intended and skipped some of his morning routine. Any other day he’d say fuck his plans, taking care of his scars is important, but he had to take Shouto out. Now that Keigo points it out, he can definitely feel the effects of no lotion and minimal stretching.

“Sorry, pretty bird. You wanna help?”

“So much for no distractions.” Keigo smiles. “You know I’ll take any excuse to feel you up.”

Touya snorts. “Sure. Get the lotion, then, and your oil while we’re at it.”

Keigo scampers off to their bathroom. There’s not much to do to prepare the living room—all Touya needs to do is move two of their blankets within arm’s reach, nudge the table back so there’s room for Keigo to kneel, and set out his cushion so his knees don’t hurt. He still occasionally puts up a fuss about how it isn’t necessary, but Touya has copies of X-rays and a powerpoint presentation and he is not afraid to use them. Years of hero work and rough landings mean his legs aren’t what they should be, loathe as Keigo is to admit it.

Touya pushes the reminders of ugly past conversations out of his head and grabs water and snacks, just in case. He comes back to the living room in time to see Keigo laying out the cream, oil, and towels.

Oh, he knew he was forgetting something. It’s a little awkward to hug from behind with the wings, but he sets their snacks down and does it anyway.

“Clever bird, remembering those,” he murmurs. “Good boy.”

Keigo chirps contentedly at him before stepping away. It’s just a little thing, but subs when they’re down don’t always make connections like normal. It’s a lesson Touya has learned many times, to be specific and detailed.

Keigo sits him down sideways on the couch, settling behind him to rub lotion into his back first. This part of the routine is familiar—if they’re both awake and have time, Touya usually asks for help, even though he’s more than accustomed to caring for his scars alone. His back, as a result, has some of the worst cared-for scars, and he knows Keigo is taking extra care with them.

Or maybe he just likes touching Touya.

When he’s done, Keigo grabs one of the towels, and Touya feels a small spark of disappointment. Taking care of his entire body is a chore, one he wouldn’t demand of anyone else, but he still thought Keigo wanted to-

Gentle fingers card through his hair. It’s a little too short to do anything like tangle, but Hawks takes a moment to preen him anyway.

“I’m thinking of dying it,” Touya says. “Split, like Shouto’s? I do like the white. Haven’t decided on a color for the other side, though.”

“Not red,” Keigo says immediately, splitting the hair with his fingers like he’s envisioning it. “Purple? Something dark and edgy.”

“Don’t call me edgy.” Touya rolls his shoulders. “I like purple. You wanna help? We can do it next weekend, so it it looks awful I have a few days to figure it out.”

“It won’t look awful. It’s you.”

Keigo gives him no time to acclimate to that, shifting around in front of him and pouring lotion on his hands again. He starts with his face, unblinking golden eyes barely inches from Touya’s skin as he focuses on his task. He’s gentle under his eyes, firm along the lines of his jaw where they both know Touya can’t feel a damned thing. Keigo presses in at the hinge, near his ears, and Touya winces at the dull throb.

“Sorry, Touya,” he whispers. “Is it still bothering you?”

Fuck, of course he’d remember a one-off comment from days ago. The prosthetic hasn’t been fitting the same lately, but Touya absolutely does not want to go through the hassle of fixing it.

“Only when you poke it,” he mutters.

“Fix,” Keigo tells him, prodding it again, before moving on. He takes out Touya’s earrings—the dragons curled around his ears are years old, the studs in the shape of daggers are new—and massages lotion into his ears without clogging anything up.

Touya tilts his head back for easy access to his throat, staring at the ceiling until Keigo has finished his arms and returned to his chest. He’s really groping him more than actually helping, but Touya lets him go without comment. If he’s honest, which he tries to be these days, this is another thing he’ll probably never get tired of. The way Keigo finds him beautiful and doesn’t even try to hide it.

“I know you missed me,” he says, several minutes later, “but you can always touch later, I promise.”

Keigo glances up, a little abashed, but not guilty, not ashamed. He squeezes Touya’s chest one more time before sliding to his knees, pushing his pants up to get at the scars around his calves. Even if a rush Touya does try to take care of his legs and wrists, since they see the most movement in the day, so this part isn’t as urgently needed. Keigo still takes his time, though, meticulous and methodical, before sitting back and looking to Touya for approval.

He pets his hair obligingly, coaxing him up for a quick kiss. “Good bird. That feels so much better, thank you. You want to show me your wings now?”

Keigo hums against his mouth and drops back to his knees, twisting out of his shirt before turning and spreading his wings for Touya. It’s always a little bitter, the shock of old scars covering most of his back, but Touya has run over that guilty train of thought so many times he has it memorized, and he doesn’t follow it now.

Other than the scarring, the only permanent damage is that Keigo is supposed to have glands at the base of his wings, oil he uses for preening. The glands are still there, still a sensitive spot, but they don’t produce oil anymore. Luckily, they’ve found a brand that works about as well and even smells close to the same. Touya drizzles it across the scarred glands first before swiping it onto his fingers. Somehow it makes him feel better about the whole thing.

Keigo isn’t quite as touch-starved as he used to be, but he still goes limp when Touya starts preening his wings. This, too, is a regular occurrence, so there are hardly any feathers that are broken or out of place. The preening is about more than pretty wings, though, and they both know that.

There’s no need to talk. Touya throws in the occasional bit of praise or a direction to adjust one of the wings—the things are massive when they’re not being constantly worn down—but otherwise lets Keigo float in the feeling.

It feels like no time at all before he’s done, but the ache in his lower back promises that it’s been at least an hour or two. Touya ignores that, wiping oil off his hands and Keigo’s back before coaxing him to his feet.

“I was going to cook tonight,” he murmurs, hooking his arms around Keigo’s neck, “but I think we should order in. Take a nap. Yeah?”

Keigo hums, leaning into his arm. That’s as much of an answer as Touya expects and needs. He tucks his fingers into the ring of Keigo’s collar, leading him gently back to their spare bedroom.

This is Keigo’s space more than anything. Instead of a standard mattress, there’s a circular one that dips slightly in the middle to create a lip around the edge. It’s currently piled with blankets, pillows, clothes, and any odds and ends that might have captured Keigo’s bird instincts. After the preening, and with spring about to start, Touya guesses the nest is a better nap option right now.

It seems he guessed right, since it’s all he can do to call in to one of their favorite restaurants before he’s being pulled into the nest. Keigo almost immediately wraps around him, craving warmth. He runs cold to Touya, so the position works just fine for both of them.

The doorbell jolts both of them from a light doze half an hour later. Keigo makes a sound in the back of his throat and lifts himself over Touya, mantling his wings and hardening them like swords.

“Easy, pretty bird, it’s just the food. You gotta let me up to go get it, okay?”

Keigo huffs, collapsing on top of him. “No.”

“I’m hungry, Kei. And I wanna feed you.”

Keigo makes another displeased noise, and three feathers shoot out of the room, returning a moment later with the takeout bags.

“I admit I forget you can do that sometimes,” Touya says. “Message received. No leaving.”

Keigo chirrups, worming happily closer to him. “Stay.”

“Always, Keigo.” Touya kisses the top of his head. “Always.”

#free falling #flfverse #takami keigo #todoroki touya #snippets #i'll probably toss this up on ao3 eventually #once i edit it a bit and all that #for now tho just tumblr #d/s au #you CAN ask me about stuff in this fic! i'm not tagging it with spoilers bc there are only really a few things implied #if i do talk about actual spoilers i'll tag them and hide them behind a readmore #anyone anon wherever you are i hope this makes you happy lol

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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year

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"delete them and move on with my day" if you are doing this, then why are you snapping at people? (not talking about you in specific obviously you're actually nice lol)

because words hurt! because we're human! simple as that.

i know you added "you're actually nice lol" to try and soften the blow, but if anyone is referring to mutuals and writers i highly respect on here, i'd rather you leave my page. my content isn't for you. don't go around being cruel directly to creators or airing out your grievances in other writers' inboxes. this isn't some weird contest - i'm not about bringing down other writers, i'm here to uplift and support them because i enjoy and appreciate the art they create. if you find a writer is being snappy, maybe take a moment to consider why they're being snappy.

anyways. i hope you have the kind of day you deserve lol :)

#let me make this clear #my page is not a safe space to complain about other writers #this is specifically pertaining to this ask and not the previous one i answered because something about hiding behind anon just... fuckin #i hope you know you'll have pissed off a lot of other writers with this ask (myself included)#retyped this response several times #i'm just pissed off now lol

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rainbowangel110 · 1 year

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Third-ing what the other anon and Dagger said

Who the fuck are you people and why are you attacking me with kindness?! That's my job!!!

#show yourselves!!!! Cowards hiding behind anons lobing kindness at me!!!!#😭#i love you guys lol #thank you so much #ask

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incest-is-wincest · 2 years

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fucking learn how to read tags you degenerate

💞 Say that to me without anon why don't you and I might know what you're talking about.

Cause if you had a post with dni tags or whatever you're on about then it might have been reblogged by someone without said tags and I wouldn't have a clue.

That being said I'll like and reblog whatever I please, you're welcome to block me but you can't dictate what I do 🥴

Don't post on this site if you don't want interactions from certain groups cause its bound to happen, have a good one mate.

#lol its always the ones hiding behind anon who want to start shit #ask #anon

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keyblades-n-shit · 1 year

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I forgot I left anon asks on and got an unhinged ask about “search kh on YouTube and you will find a billion essays from old fans stupid”

I know there are a ton of theory essays now a days but it was funnier when we only had 1, CoM, and 2. Also I like seeing the new theories too!

I was just feeling nostalgic lol. Mostly was talking about fandom spaces on here/Twitter since YouTube isn’t really a medium where you can interact with other fans.

It ain’t that deep bruh.

#the days of people hiding behind anon are still alive and well lol #I’m to old for this shit

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sonasnowdrop · 1 year

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'it’s okay to be inspired!! just don’t take it too far' honey hold a mirror and repeat those words

I’ll admit I use to copy a lot and I mean ALOTT of artists back when I used to be very into LN(on my catsongrobot acc) i thought I was 'learning' from it but I was just straight up copying others. I’ve learned from my mistakes since then, most I do is heavy inspo/ref but if i do heavy ref/inspo I credit. Ever since this year I’ve never copied anyone from what I remember at least.

Edit: pretty sure this is troll also, but still felt like answering it anyway haha

#I will gladly hold that mirror #still tryna learn and stuff yk #I hate when ppl hide behind anons ;;;#and if this directed at my fnaf art and not my batim/batdr art #then I’d be happy to tell you I got permission from the artist to use their designs as inspo #if there are some stuff on my page that is heavy refed it inspo pls let me know and I’ll put credit or take it down #cuz I rllllyyy don’t mean anyone any harm lol #sonasks #ask #not art #txt post #preeettyy sure it’s a troll tho #since the phrasing of the ask seems a bit rude #sonask

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