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dnvrsmedia · 2 years

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Houston We Have A Problem

word count: 1608

genre: smut (this is an 18+ fic)

warnings: A/B/O dynamics, Dacryphilia, impact play and other BDSM aspects, etc (pls feel free to lmk if i missed anything!)

an/ this is my first fic back after a very long hiatus AND my first smut piece, so pls be gentle lol. im terrified to post this...like truly. anyway i want to thank my love @cthulhus-curse for encouraging me to get back into writing and for helping me navigate the world of smut writing <33. everyone go check out their blog if you have not already! i hope you all enjoy! requests are now open :)

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Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong and you knew that the second you walked off that quinjet. You looked absolutely miserable and felt a whole lot worse. Sweat was dripping from every inch of your body and that was not the only thing that was wet. Your face looked permanently flushed as your body radiated heat like a broken furnace. You could only go a few steps without feeling intense and overwhelming cramping in your abdomen. You cursed as you felt those familiar feelings of emptiness and need surge though your body. All the signs of you going into heat were there, and yet you refused to believe that your body did this naturally. There was no way you went into heat so early was all you could think about, and you were on a mission to figure it out. You were determined to crawl back to the med bay no matter how late in the night it was. You just came back from what was supposed to be an easy recon mission. A simple sweep of an old Hydra science facility. You felt the hairs stand up on the back of your neck as you conducted the sweep, yet there was nothing to be found. Being that the mission went way too smooth for your liking, you stayed very skeptical. Your assumptions were proven right seeing as you were almost on all fours, crawling to the med bay. As the seconds go by you can feel your absolute desperation for your alphas incline. Thinking straight has been thrown out of the window as your inner omega screams for what you need. Your head is full with one thought. You need your alphas. You’re not going to die if you come back after you see them…right? After what feels like an eternity of contemplation, you finally say fuck it and turn to go into your shared room. The second you are in the door, you feel hands all over you. Through the bond that you share with your mates, you could tell that if they didn’t already know, they had a feeling. Both Natasha and Carol tower over you and overwhelm you with their scents. You could never get tired of their smell. A mix of sandalwood and musk for Carol and pure seduction and something floral for Natasha. When they combine you can’t help but feel lightheaded. Carol is the first to remove her mouth from leaving trails of kisses all over your neck to talk. “Fuck me, honey you smell so fucking good.” Carol growls in your ear as she caresses and gropes every inch of your body. You moan out as you feel Natasha grinding on you from behind. Her cock ever so straining through her boxers.

“God, baby you’re driving us wild. I swear we smelled how needy this pussy was from the second you landed.” Natasha takes her hand and snakes it around your throat to get more leverage as she grinds into your ass.

Carol slides the zipper to your suit all the way down to expose your chest. She starts from your decolletage as she roughly marks your body just the way you like it. Her tongue, teeth, lips and saliva all thrown into her bites and marks. A trail of her is left after and it is making you go mad. You don’t know how much longer you can take. The combination of both of your alpha’s cocks pressing into your front and back makes you dizzy. Your moans start to become louder and more desperate. “Please alphas!” you exclaim, “I need your knot! I need you both to fill me up. I need you inside me!” You cry out.

You feel as if you were to explode if both of your holes were not filled at this instant. Both Carol and Natasha laugh at your neediness, but nevertheless, they comply with your wishes. Carol works on taking her clothes off as she lets Natasha carry you to your shared bed. Within seconds your suit is completely ripped off of you just by her bare hands. No matter how many times Natasha does that, you can’t help but just moan. Your slick grows as time goes on to the point of you dripping on the bed.

“I need you both to hurry up.” You whine as your hand travels to your bud, hoping for some form of relief. Before you can touch, you feel Carol’s familiar hand grab onto your wrist.

“Did the needy bitch forget about their manners, hmm? You seem to forget that we own this pussy of yours, baby. Not the other way around. Just look at how pathetic our slut is.” Carol turns towards Natasha. You look over at her and see her hand slowly pumping her cock. Her tip was almost as red as her hair. You could tell that she needed to be inside of you just as much as you needed her.

“Please alphas, I need you so bad.” You babble that and other iterations as you start to cry. The overwhelming feeling of being empty has controlled and taken over your senses. You open your eyes to Nat trailing her tongue up your cheek, wiping away your tears. Her free hand wraps around your neck tight.

“Fuck, you know I love it when you cry.” She groans into your ear. Carol enters you with a swift thrust unexpectedly. Finally being filled by one of your alphas sends you into a frenzy. Nat lets go of your throat for a moment to hear your desperate moans and pleads. You can tell that the normally “chill” ex-assassin is becoming less patient. Nat straddles your face, blocking your view of Carol. Seeing that you’re not paying attention to her, she smacks your cheek. You moan out some curse words and focus your attention on the red head in front of you. Her free hand goes for your jaw as she squeezes tight to open your mouth. A sinister smile joins her face as she sees you struggling to remain eye contact.

“Open up, whore.” Is all that is said to you before her cock is thrusted down your throat. You loved nothing more than being their toy to play with. Filling you up on both ends made you drip. You particularly loved it when Natasha loses control like just now. Snapping her hips into your wet and welcoming mouth. Fucking your throat until your jaw is sore.Making you gag at her gurth as it fucks your mouth open wide, ready to be used by her. Natasha’s moans are like none other. Hearing her raspy and airy groans turn into deep, dark, and needy moans turns you on an inexplicable amount. That combined with her and Carol’s dirty talk is guaranteed to make you cum within minutes. You can always tell when Tasha is getting close when she starts letting her inner alpha out with no restraint.

“Fuck, baby your mouth is so wet. Yeah? You like that, slut? You like being Sir’s personal fleshlight, huh? Just always ready to be full of my cum. What a needy bitch you are. Always wanting to be filled with our pups. Isn’t that right, Carol? The bitch can’t get enough of us.” Nat growls as her hips snap into your throat with vigor. Carol lets out a long groan as Natasha’s words cause your cunt to tighten around her. Your pussy glistens with need as it swallows Carol’s length whole, leaving nothing left.

“Fuuuccck Nat, I wish you could see how hungry their cunt is for my knot.” Carol picks up speed as she feels herself get closer to her release. That remark must have set Natasha off as she bucks into your mouth one last time before she fills your mouth with her cum. Thick ribbons of her sticky white substance spills down the sides of your mouth as you try and swallow it all. Nat’s hips finally slow as she flops next to you on the bed. Her desperation is still there as she takes the back of your neck and presses her mouth to yours. Mixing a combination of both your saliva and her cum. The action makes Carol moan. You feel her cock twitch in you as she plows her hips even deeper into you if possible. Like Nat, Carol lets go of all restraint when she is ready to cum. Carol’s primal instincts take over as she growls and pounds into you deeply.

“Such a filthy omega for us, aren’t you? You would be lost without your alphas and our cocks, isn't that right, baby?” All you can do is moan and whimper. Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head as you try to stay focused.

“Answer me.” Carol reached to your puffy clit and rubbed tight circles onto it. “You’re nothing but a dumb, cockdrunk whore who always needs their alphas knot.”

All you could do was nod ferociously until your vision went white. Carol’s knot is released seconds after, filling you with her pups. Praises and sweet nothings were muttered to you as you finally cum. Yet that only satisfies your itch for so long.The three of you lay in the bed, Carol on top of you and Nat beside her. You turn to Nat and start nuzzling your nose into her mark while inhaling her scent. You feel yourself feeling empty once more. Your hands (not so discreetly) travel down to their cocks, ready for more. You look up to see the both of them in shock.

“We are far from over.” You smirk.

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tscritical · 1 year

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TL;DR: im going on hiatus to focus on my mental health, because running this blog is taking a lot out of me

i had a sort of. epiphany at the gym

im not emotionally/mentally equipped to run this blog

like,,,,, focusing my energy on the way thomas does things, and picking everything apart, and trying to both properly comprehend and eloquently answer asks about what he’s up to and other peoples thoughts and whatnot, it’s very quickly becoming taxing and idk why? but i think my mental health is just, in general, very shit lmao. it probably doesn’t help that this blog has gotten a pretty sizeable audience rather quickly, and im not used to getting so many asks

like i made it on impulse. it didn’t occur to me that something i made could become something that a ton of people see themselves in. this blog went from something to let out frustrations on to basically a home for lost fanders, both ex and current. maybe that’s a dramatic ass way of saying it but still lmao

and i love it! i love that people feel like they have a safe place here! im honored! it’s just that idk if im like… in the right headspace to subject myself to the kind of content this blog was made for. i don’t wanna say negativity, cos criticism isn’t inherently negative, but there’s a specific emotion that fills my brain when i come to this blog. idk what it is, but i don’t think it’s good?

i feel a little silly being like “this blog is emotionally exhausting to run” because a) ive only been running it for what? two weeks? three? and b) what’s so emotionally exhausting about pointing out the stupid shit thomas does, but idk my brain just isn’t having it for reasons i cant pinpoint

i feel bad about this since i started this blog so recently, but i think i need to go on hiatus. not indefinitely, but… just until i get my shit together. but i don’t wanna just. stop posting? so idk how to balance that lmao

i might reblog things on occasion? but i won’t be making my own posts or answering asks. even though i feel bad about it. but like. i need to focus on me more than some Guy on the internet

im not gonna step away from the internet completely, maybe i should, but for now it’s just this blog. and i might turn off asks until i come back but im not sure yet (i already have a ton of asks in my inbox, idk how many would be there in the time it takes for me to improve my mental health lmao)

basically, it’s self care time. hopefully it won’t take three years

thank you all for reading!! <3

i feel like there’s an irony in here somewhere i just don’t have what it takes to. decipher it lmao

#im so nervous posting this idk why lmao #but unlike thomas i want people to know whats going on behind the scenes 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴#it just. really occurred to me that im feeling far too mentally unwell to talk about the situations that come up i guess?#like im just going through the motions and putting so much pressure on myself #idk man #i just. nearly burst into tears because i couldnt play much basketball today and then my headphones broke #like?? somethings up

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ayoharuko · 1 year

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hey hey back with yet another request!

don't mind me im very creative and need my ideas fulfilled by talented people :)

toko and angie from danganronpa with an ultimate environmentalist boyfriend or s/o

bye bye!

Ty for the request! I’m so sorry that this took long, if u haven't seen my pinned post aka most recent hiatus post I was admitted in the hospital. I’m really sorry again and I hope that this makes up for it :) Reader is gender neutral btw~

REMINDER: These characters does not belong to me but belongs to Kazutaka Kodaka. Also this is fictional work so please try not to take them too seriously :3

Toko and Angie from Danganronpa with an Ultimate Environmentalist S/O

~Toko Fukawa~ (Ultimate Writing Prodigy)

- If I have to be honest..Toko doesn't really care-

- She just loves you and that’s it! But she does think your talents pretty cool...like protecting the environment from disgusting pigs- I mean people...is pretty cool to her!

- When your name is mentioned on the news she feels pride rise in her chest and is just overall very proud of you!

- If it makes you happy..she’ll participant in any events that are held by you and she’ll even write a whole book about protecting the environment!

- She’ll ask to tell her your experiences as a Environmentalist...don’t ask her what its for just tell her! She’ll definitely not use your story on a new book she's working on that’s about you no..no she's not....

‘’W-W-What? W-Wait don’t look at my laptop! I-I..Its not done y-yet...what’s n-not done y-yet? D-Don’t ask!’’

~Angie Yonaga~ (Ultimate Artist)

- Now Angie really cares! says that Atua sent you from heaven to this earth to help with nature~

-While your going about your duties aka cleaning up a few things in a forest, she will be right behind you...drawing you :)

- She thanks Atua for sending such a humble and down to earth person to her because your just so kind!

- Her art pieces are now gonna be nature related! and of course she's gonna tell everyone that it’s inspired by you~

- Angie will also be willing to participant in any events or fundraisers you hold! She just wants to help you but she covers that up by saying Atua just wants to help you :3

- She loves you..she really does and she loves how much you love nature~

‘’Ah my muse! Do you like this new painting I painted? It is inspired by you and by nature of course~’’

Doneeee~

Again I'm so sorry for doing your request late and tysm for being patient :)

See you guys on my next post!~

Reblogs and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

Edited by @purpi-narwhale

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taegularities · 1 year

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rid. rid! RID!!

I just read the drabble and ugh i hate you so much (im jk i love you with my whole heart 🫶) but MY GOD! i was put through so many emotions for such a short drabble 🫡 first of all, jungkook is so hot, its actually a crime 😔 i can just imagine his fboy, cocky aura LOL (rip to hoseok's bathroom 🤭)

second, the fireworks scene was actually so heartbreakingly sweet in such a unique way. i kept having to remind myself that the drabble takes place in the past and that they aren't as deeply attached and close yet 💀 but this specific line rid... “I think you’re the only person who’s bearable enough tonight.” 🫡🔫 LIKE HELLO?? its such a small thing, but it actually melted my whole girlboss, anti-men aura 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️esp knowing how closed off and reserved he was during that era UGH 🧎‍♀️

also, im so glad you set the drabble in the past! i think as the story progresses, you kind of grow with the characters and fall so deeply in love with their current situation. so the flashback drabble really opened my eyes as to how much the cmi couple grew. bc honestly their character development is unreal! (i just know jk would give her a new year's kiss now) im so excited for the future chapters ❤️

lastly, ur note at the end of the drabble, omg. i totally understand being scared to return to tumblr, esp after being gone for a while. ive seen so many other authors lose their support or hype bc they took a hiatus. but im beyond glad you returned! i cant imagine not seeing your reblogs and interactions on my timeline ❤️ you are truly loved here and have absolutely nothing to worry about!

im beyond proud of you and cant wait to see what else you produce! 🫶🫶

-wife from war anon 💂‍♀️

HEHEHE HELLO !!!

oh my god, yeah, his cocky aura was a lot more tangible when he wasn't soft as hell for oc just yet. you know, as the story progressed, i noticed how their banter got a lot less, since they're so into each other now and focus on making each other happy. but to go back to their roots and the bickering was so refreshing, so 🥺

girlboss, anti-men aura lmfaooo 😭 but yeah, definitely need to keep in mind how much his words mean, considering they weren't that close back then and that jk really was very closed off (after his break up with you know who and all...). i'm so so happy you're digging the character development omg that's always such a huge compliment 🥺 i'd definitely love to write more flashback drabbles.

and yeah, i did notice that a lot of people i used to talk to here are gone... like, the vibe was definitely a little different during cmi4 than it is now :( but so many of you lovely people are still here, and i focus on that 💕 so thank you for your support. it means so much, and i love you, too, really 🤍 ty ty ty <333

#poor hoseok's bathroom...#oh yeah speaking of hoseok.. still waiting for someone to mention something there 👀#notes for rid 🌹#wife from war anon 💂🏼‍♀️#fic: colour me in

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george-fabian-weasley · 3 years

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if we had 5 more minutes — f. w.

Summary: You thought you could save Fred from the rumbles of falling stones; you did your best, only to be in the rumbles with him instead.

Words: 2,160 words

Warnings ⚠ : ANGST, TW: Death, TW: Battle of Hogwarts, TW: war, TW: injuries, Fred died, you died, big Pain™, I strongly suggest tissues and a dozen of comfort chocolates, I cried so you will too, Basically An Emotional Rollercoaster, Read At Your Own Risk

Disclaimer: inspired by Billie Eilish's cover of The End of The World, so... ya'll know this is going to be a painful ride. Buckle up your seatbelts and enjoy. Reblogs and Comments are Highly Appreciated! <3 p/s: reading this with the song at the background really helps with the tear pouring effect ;)

Disclaimer 2.0: i know what yall are thinking... what tf is syaf doing, posting a fic when she’s in a hiatus she just posted yesterday? Also where is mad hatter chap 5 and epilogue? well, my brain likes to conjure up ideas at very inappropriate times (like rn) so bare with me and uh i’ve been really physically and mentally exhausted from work (retail is bathshit crazy) to write the mad hatter series so idk when will i update the two chapters but i’m working on it! thank you for being patient, and im sorry for causing you guys to wait for so long, ilysm don’t kill me <3

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The end of the world.

The Battle of Hogwarts looked like the end of the world. Curses and spells thrown left to right, different kinds of bodies found at each corner and crook, walls here and there crumbling as down as hope for freedom. And blood.

At that point of time, the pools of blood on the floor look the same; pureblood or not. Because they bleed the same anguish red.

You didn't need to see the apocalypse of the world anymore. Screw the end of Mother Earth; this battle in front of your eyes was more than enough — sadly — to be your end of the world.

“Hey,” You called, causing Fred to turn his head around to your direction, his lips etched up a smile before replying with another hey. You sat next to him, the place where George had sat before he got up and left to speak with Professor Lupin.

Evil is winning, and good is losing. But then again, what difference would it make; if good kills as many as evil? At the end of the world, there is no good and evil alone. There are desperation, madness, and hunger for power, lust for victory brought along with them.

So, at the end of the world, you chose to be side by side with your lover, Fred Weasley. The red-headed dork you’ve taught yourself to pour your love into had become the very source of your life. He is your elixir, he is your soul, heart, and happiness.

It was silent for a while, none of you had anything to say. Yet the silence was comforting, with only the presence of each other as calming as it is. “Y/N,” Fred suddenly turned his head to you, biting his lower lip in contemplation. “Hm?” “Can you just stay at the Burrow?”

You blinked, “What?” Fred sighed, “Can you just stay at the Burrow right now and not join the war? I- I don’t want you to join in-” “Fred-” “I-It’s dangerous and it’s literally a war a-and I don’t want you to get hurt I would- I would rather die than have you hurt-”

“Fred!” You raised your voice, your hand clasping onto his securely, an effort to calm his frenzied thoughts. He stopped rambling and stared at you with those doe eyes you adored so much, “You know I can’t do that.”

“We need everyone on board for this war. I am no exception- bloody hell, even your parents are joining in, Freddie!” You tried to explain slowly, and Fred closed his eyes in denial of defeat.

“I love you,” he suddenly blurted out. He noticed the slight fluster you had, your eyebrows were raised for a millisecond before they furrowed upon a realization, “Wait, why are you saying this now? I-“ “I love you, Y/N,” he repeated himself and you shook your head, realizing what he was doing, “Wait, hold on a minute, no-“

He was saying it in case anything happens.

“Y/N, I love you-” “Don’t you dare say it one more time like you’re not gonna make it, Fred Weasley, I swear to Merlin,” You cut him off, your jaw clenching at his absurdness. “… Aren’t you gonna say it back?” Fred asked, his voice was small.

“I-” You sighed, “No, I won’t because I don’t want to say it right now, given the circumstances,” You paused, your voice quieting down, “It felt like a goodbye when you say it like that.” “Then when will you say it? We’ve been dating for almost a year and you'd never say it before,” He said.

“Really? This is the time to argue about this?” You gave him a pointed look, but your expression softened as you understood the meaning behind his actions. “Look, Freddie, I- You know how I feel about us,” You sighed, looking down at your hands on your lap, “You know I’m not that expressive with my words but- but I’m trying and- okay, let’s make a deal,” Fred’s ears perked up the mention of a deal. "I'm listening," he drawled.

“I’ll say the words when the war is over,” Fred gave you a sour look that clearly said ‘really?’ and it caused you to huff a smile, “Once everything is over, and everything is okay again, I’ll say them as many times as you want me to, okay?” Fred leaned into your touch as you cupped his cheek with your hand, kissing his forehead.

“Even if I made you say it a thousand times?” He asked and you chuckled, your heart warming at his childlike question, “I’ll say it for an hour if you asked me to.”

It happened so fast.

One second you were fighting off the Death Eaters with Percy and Fred, and then the other, you find your body aching at the major pressure from the rocks and debris that used to be Hogwarts’ protective wall from the outside world.

It was dark, and it was dusty, but you were too unconscious to notice. That was until you felt your cheek being patted a few times. As you gained consciousness with a cough or two, you also gained the pending pain spreading all across your whole body. You couldn’t feel your legs, or safe to say your whole lower body part.

Memories of you a few moments ago trying to push Fred away from the rumbles but ended up facing the falling stones head-on with him instead began to flow back into your mind. How foolish could you be to act like a hero, as if you could sacrifice yourself for him to live.

“… Y-Y/N…”

You turned your head with a silent grunt, and your eyes fixate at the body beside you, a few feet away, Fred.

He had blood leaking from his nose and ears, probably from the impact, and his face was dusty with debris from the stones. As he looked at you, he threw you a smile; a weak, hiding the fact that he’s in immense pain kind of smile.

“F-fancy seeing you here,” he grunted with a wince, a smile nevertheless rested on his lips. “Fred…” you could only mutter his name, closing your eyes for a brief second at the growing pain on your thighs. The pressure from the rumbles had slowly increased, and you felt yourself losing consciousness again. Only to be brought back to open your eyes as Fred poked your cheeks a few more times, “Hey, hey, s-stay with me, love.”

“We’ll… We’ll be okay.”

You winced at the trickling sensation on your skin as you tried to move your fingers towards him, “It’s… It’s impossible, Fred…” You voiced out, your voice cracking up. You saw Fred’s lips quivered before he threw you another comforting smile, “Don’t… Don’t say that. We’ll make it… I-I know we will.”

“We… We will?”

Groaning from the injuries on his body as he tried to move closer to you, he nodded, “We will.”

You felt his fingers trying to reach for yours, and you handed him assistance as you hooked your fingers with his. His hand was cold, trembling. But it was Fred’s. And Fred’s hand is always warm.

“It’s… It’s so heavy,” You whimpered in pain, looking at Fred for comfort. All Fred wished to do at the moment was to be strong enough. Strong enough to push off these rumbles pressing onto his body. Strong enough to pull you out from the pain. All he wished for was for you to not be in pain anymore. But he knew he couldn’t do anything. The rumbles were too big, too heavy, and it would take a while for anyone to find them at the bottom of everything.

Fred breathed out heavily through his mouth, slowly finding it difficult to breathe through his nose anymore, trying his best to look strong for you, “Stay with me, love. S-stay with me. Five more minutes. F-five more minutes and they’ll- they’ll save us…”

“Fred…”

“Five more minutes, I promise…”

You saw the desperation in his eyes, trying his best to somehow keep you afloat until you two are saved. You heard muffles from the other side, Percy screaming for Fred and you. His screams were sad and painful to hear; you would’ve cried for him if it wasn’t for the constant high-pitched ringing in your ears.

“Fred, h-hold my hand. P-please,” You whispered, finding no more strength to say anything louder than a whisper. He instantly intertwined your fingers with his, stretching as far as he could to reach you; no matter how screeching the pain in his lower body was.

“Fred,” You called him again. He chuckled a bit, “You’re… you’re saying my name a lot of times right now, darling.” You huffed a smile, the corner of your lips twitched, “… I want to ask you something.”

“… Anything.”

Your eyes met his, even in the darkness, his eyes still managed to look so beautiful. So earthly beautiful. “… Are you happy, Freddie?”

There was something about the way you say it, Fred couldn’t get a touch of what it was but… it felt like a goodbye. As much as Fred hated to admit, he wasn’t holding on much longer either. He was bleeding heavily from everywhere, his wand was out of his reach, and his body was starting to numb. His vision began to blur by itself, hence he blinked his eyes repeatedly. Trying his best to see your features clearly, one last time, if the worst happens.

This is it, he thought. This is the end of my line.

Finding an urge to cry, but didn’t have enough strength to sob, Fred let out a tear or two onto the dusty surface he laid his head on, his eyes closing after the content stare of your beautiful— though bloody and dusty— face. How ironic, he’s slipping away first even though he was the one who said five more minutes.

If only you had five more minutes.

“W-with… With you? Heh, always… “ The whisper coming out from his mouth caused you to narrow your eyes at him. It felt strange, it felt wrong. Was he saying goodbye? Watching Fred close his eyes was alarming, so you gained all your strength to pat his hand a few times, “H-hey, Freddie… Five more minutes. Hang… Hang on for five more minutes, please.”

You squeezed his hand, and he naturally squeezed back, only this time it was weaker than usual. His grip on your hand started to soften, but you tightened yours desperately. The pain all over your body was partially forgotten, your only focus was on keeping Fred breathing and alive, as well as yourself.

“I’m… I’m trying, my love… but I’m sleepy… and tired…” he mumbled, his words became slurred by time. He was on the edge, you realized that. Upon the sad realization, you bit your tongue, trying your best to prepare for the worst. “L-look at me, darling,” Your voice quivered, feeling the sandy surface on your temple as you tried to force your eyes open, to properly look at him, “Look at me.”

You knew it. He was slipping away from your fingers, and you were slipping too. It didn’t matter anymore even if Percy bulldozed his way to you now, it was too late. Simply too late. And that’s none of his faults. It’s none of his and none of yours.

Some things are just meant to be.

You took your other hand and placed it onto his cold, dirty cheek. Caressing his cheekbone gently, you gave him a comforting smile, “Fred.”

He looked at you, a faint smile on his lips. He’s at the end, you acknowledged. You widen your smile to assure him, although the tears escaping your eyes say otherwise, “… You make me happy. You make me so so happy. And I… I love you.”

“I love you, Freddie.”

With a big smile, Fred widened his eyes weakly, letting out a sigh of content as he looked at you with gentle eyes,“… Now that wasn’t so hard, now was it?“

Gentle eyes that soon hollowed empty.

“Yeah,” the dam of your tears broke down, “Took me a long time...” You squeezed his now lifeless hand, trying to find comfort and warmth from him for the last time. You smiled at Fred, whilst tears rolling down your temple slowly as if mourning the passing of your lover for you. You inched closer to him, careful not to graze your injuries, and met your nose with his.

You caressed his cheek, finally feeling yourself lose consciousness. This is it, you thought, I won’t wake up ever again. “You said we’ll be okay,” You whispered weakly, huffing a content smile on your lips. Staring into his eyes that had held so much love and pure unadulterated affection for you all these years, now empty with no trace of life, had sent you into pain more powerful than the injuries present on and in your body.

“I guess we will be, after this.”

“… You spent your last five minutes with me, huh?” You felt yourself going in and out of consciousness, and your vision blurring continuously, “Aren’t you a sappy git,” the mere whisper escaped your mouth with a sigh. The warm smile never left your lips, and the only thing in your mind was how peaceful he looked as of that moment, and you wondered if you’ll ever be in that state of peace, with him.

“No- no- no!” someone was shouting. “No! Fred! no!” And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them with his hand on Y/N’s head, and the pair of lovers stared at each other without seeing, the ghost of their last smile still etched upon their faces.

On our last few drags of air, we agree

I was, and you were

Happy

TAGLIST:

@multifandom-but @sirenswhispers @lilac-skies-xd @obsessedunicorn24 @foggyturtleknightangel @evewithluv @softlyqoos @fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13 @lilypad-55449 @fiantomartell @hopemalfoyweasley @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @bucketandpotato @klausdatprettyboi @adoregin @littlechillies @phuvioqhile @sweetnspicysimp @wand3ringr0s3 @harrypotter289 @emptyporsche @tallyovie @potters-heart @amourtentiaa @lunalovecroft @loveboyhalo @lupinsclassroom @breadqueen95 @iwritesiriusly @rcwenaclaw @sevsbitxh @freds-slut @acosmis-t @colorfulprofessornickelangel @vote4weasleys @anchoeritic @alluringshawn @cute-sidney @anna-banana-13 @lostaurorax @emrysts @rosietoesy @lilgeorgie78 @prismarts @an2402lths

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lorei-writes · 2 years

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Trials and Tribulations of an Unconsenting Time-Traveller

Part 17: The deeper into the forest, the more trees

OC x Masamune OR Mitsuhide * Interactive Previous Parts: Masterlist * - Given the point in the story and the choices made along the way, it’s battle between those two suitors now - unless some brave soul barges in!

Back up! I think the suitor choice situation has almost been decided~

I’m terribly sorry for the surprise hiatus. Life is... Well, just life. Full of surprises, some less and some more pleasant. However, I do intend to finish it.

Content Warnings: none

Guide:

Each chapter you will be presented with a choice(s) which will influence the story - a question(s) at the very bottom of the post. Two answers to it are mine, the third one - is completely up to you.

You can add your vote by putting one of the options in the reblog / comment below the chapter.

Before I get to writing the next part, I will count up all the votes. The option the story will follow will be either the one with the greatest number of votes, or the one suggested completely by you (depending on which is more inspiring).

If no votes appear, I will simply go by my own choice. There is no set time limit of voting - as long as the next part hasn’t been released, assume it’s still okay to vote.

Characters in this story are assumed to be speaking few different languages. The following is assumed: normal dialogue notation = Japanese; dialogue written in italics = English. Any phrases not written in English will be put in the dictionary at the bottom of the work.

Im dalej w las, tym więcej drzew = The deeper into the forest, the more trees

Frozen – that was the word Masamune embodied at the moment, wind picking the muffled sobs up from the veranda, delivering them to his ears in caresses of the chilly breeze. Yet, however gentle the phantom touch, it did little to unravel the knot in his throat, his chest only tightening the longer he stared. Masamune clenched his jaw – was it really her who struggled and demanded to be left in the camp, despite her injury? Perhaps Maria had… Shrunk? Since the last time he’d seen her? Perhaps her core, her very conviction, was shaking inside, causing for the entire form to tremble this much? He watched carefully, the woman suddenly straightening her back, her hands reaching up as to hurriedly wipe tears off of her cheeks. Her face twisted in a frown, something inside of him stung – and for whatever it was worth, Masamune took a step forward, angered by his own indecisiveness. It was not in his nature to wait, although oddly enough, he felt more as if escaping, rather than chasing a prey.

She noticed him before he had a chance to think about what to say, dim light of the stars barely reflecting in her eyes. Her gaze burned. Was it hers doing, or his? He was not so sure himself.

“Hey,” he started, Maria anchoring her stare in the ground.

“Hey,” she echoed, shaking her head. “I thought there was a banquet.”

“Needed some fresh air,” Masamune explained, an unexpected chill running up his back. He strode towards her, soon taking the free spot by her side. “Why didn’t you show up?”

“Needed some sleep.”

“Seems it didn’t go well, huh?”

Silence. Maria did not reply, her fingers curling, seemingly attempting to grasp at her lap, instead only managing to crease the fabric of her yukata. She exhaled slowly – and although he listened closely, her lips did not form a single word… And neither could his, despite all his best efforts to come up with anything to say. Had he not delivered speeches before? Had he not lifted up broken spirits? Then… Where did the sentences disappeared to when he needed them? Masamune winced internally, the familiar chill bothering him yet again. He used to be afraid. Used to.

“It’s –” he started, Maria snapping her head to the side as to look at him. His eye flickered, moon peering from behind the few stray clouds and illuminating her face. Slowly, Masamune reached to tuck the disobedient hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering over the fresh scar. “It’s good to see it healed over.”

He could have sworn he felt her lean into his touch when his thumb brushed over the uneven skin.

He could have sworn he saw the corners of her lips turn upside, even if just by a bit.

He could have sworn he recognised the tenderness in her eyes, and only dared hope it was not simply a reflection of what his own gaze entailed.

Their foreheads touched gently, as if each feared startling the other. He could almost feel her breath on his skin.

“Stop,” Maria whispered.

Masamune straightened his back, rather surprised by her voice.

“Why?” he asked, her hand pushing his wrist down, cool air taking its place against the red line stretching from her jaw up to her cheekbone.

“Because we want different things.”

“It sure looked like we both wanted to kiss.”

“Then the same thing, but it means different things. I won’t hope for anything you won’t give.”

Masamune exhaled slowly, leaning back onto his arms. Laughter rumbled through his chest, soon erupting into the night.

“What’s so funny?”

“You are, kitten. Adorably bold.”

“Don’t ‘kitten’ me, you fat cat.”

“Fat cat? That’s new,” he teased.

“If you were a cat, you’d be the fattest tabby in all of Japan!” Maria exclaimed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Fish thief!”

“Oh, come on, you could call me a tiger.”

“First you get some sense into that head of yours, and then we talk,” Maria sneered.

Silence fell again, although it was much shorter this time, seemingly lighter. He turned his face towards her, less dread residing in her features.

“I have plenty sense,” Masamune stated plainly, pushing himself up as to get on his feet. “Your smile is always welcome, but don’t push it now. First battles are… Tough,” he added, seemingly without any deeper meaning to it – and so, after exchanging the goodnights, he was gone not even a moment later, mischievous wind making quick work of the last traces of his presence.

Maria exhaled slowly, her shoulders slumping.

“Głupia gęś,” she sighed, shaking her head, hair falling back into its original position. To hope for the impossible, she knew better than that… Even if a part of her would still ache, unwilling to part with the world of made-up possibilities. Nevertheless, she could not allow herself to dwell on that, living in dreams rather than the reality having marked her face in quite a visible manner. Her throat beginning to burn, Maria stood up, cold dew spilling from the grass blades and wetting her feet. She welcomed the chill, the sensation being just distracting enough for her to remain grounded – as it was every day ever since her return, she reckoned.

The gardens were quiet on that night, the commotion of the celebration seemingly having been forbidden to step past the border of the castle walls. The wind sped by her – the grasses heaved heavily, unwilling to bend down completely, shy of having anybody witness their defeat. As if concerned for their privacy, Maria averted her gaze, her eyes instead focusing on the pond, then sunken in moonlight. She raised her eyebrows, a familiar figure standing by the water, although he seemingly hadn’t noticed her. Carefully, she looked around, ready to take a step back, when…

“Maria?” Mitsuhide asked, his face turning towards her.

“I… Am not interrupting?”

“What could you…?” he wondered, as if taken off guard.

“A meeting. Who knows. It’s feast, it’s empty here, who knows,” she blurted out, shaking her shoulders with a bit too much eagerness for the gesture to appear natural.

“Do not suspect me of such carelessness,” he replied dryly, his frame tensing up by a fraction. “I grew quite used to hearing your steps, however quiet,” he added in a more balanced tone.

“You could hear me?”

“Barely louder than a mouse,” he assured, his gaze raising towards the stars, all to fall back onto her form. “Would you humour me, perha –” he stopped mid-word, his eyes opening wider as realisation dawned onto him, Maria stepping from foot to foot as to lessen to impact of the stinging cold. “Perhaps some other time. We should go.”

Maria didn’t protest when he took her hand in his. She didn’t complain when he led her through the garden, although she didn’t understand the rush. The dew was just cold, there was nothing more to it – nothing she couldn’t have taken, not after the days spent delivering letters… Although, she couldn’t help wondering whether he’d lead her through the forest in a similar manner. The way back appeared longer, as if the gardens expanded, turned into a maze – or perhaps it was just her understanding of the matter, the veranda she departed from suddenly appearing before them.

“Do you have a fresh yukata?” Mitsuhide asked, his fingers still curled around hers.

“I think so…?”

“Then change and dream.”

“I can...not,” Maria argued weakly, panic reflecting in her eyes. She sat down, the man standing still in front of her, his arms crossing over his chest.

“I presume there is no helping that,” he sighed. “Do try. I will stay outside for the time being.”

What should Maria do?

a. Press Mitsuhide about the favour he wanted to ask of her. b. Listen to him and take on his offer. c. Something else.

Dictionary

Im dalej w las, tym więcej drzew – The deeper into the forest, the more trees; idiom - the closer you inspect the matter, the more complex it becomes.

Głupia gęś - stupid goose; not literal - a stupid, naive woman

Tag list for the series: @bestbryn @xarexraven

#masamune date #ikesen masamune #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikemen series #mitsuhide akechi #ikesen mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide

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donkey-hyuck · 3 years

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— HIATUS

hi everyone! it’s been a good couple months being away lol. I’ve obviously been on tumblr reposting and responding to messages (mostly reposting tho), and ive decided that im ready to come back and write!

i’m sorry i haven’t been up on my collabs but ive been busy and lowkey loved the long break i took. that being said, i’m still quite busy, especially with the AP classes i’m enrolled in so y’all might have to wait a lil more hahaha. but i’m back and i’m ready to get with the mojo. i have a few little blurbs in my drafts (that are not yet fully written lol) but i’m planning to write a mini series (ish) on a few songs that have been on my repeat playlist for a little while.

as for my network @dreamlab-nct , it will now be open! gimme time tho lmao. if you would like to join please do and please fill out the form. i need to fix up some of the rules and main post and whatnot but you are free to join and/or leave if you would like so please interact!

thank you guys for interacting with my reblogs/blurbs that i have uploaded and i shall be back soon to finish my longer wips for the collabs i have previously joined.

p.s. i’m a little ways away from 600 followers hehehe

#IM BACK!#PLEASE INTERACT W THIS POST TY #hiatus

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randomficsandshit · 4 years

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Outer Banks Fic Rec

Recommended Writers

*NONE OF THESE FICS ARE MINE*

Please do not forget. I have not written any of these. I’m simply recommending favorites of mine. If you love something, send the author your love, not me :) and if any links don’t work, send me a message and I’ll see what I can do!

UPDATED: APRIL 23, 2021

Usually I organize by fic itself but that’s typically utilizing ao3, etc. and I’m new to obx fics anyway so I thought this would be a fun way to do it!

also a reminder that I started doing fic recs like this for my own personal organizational habits lmao and I posted them just to have somewhere to put them and these lists were the result. people seemed to like my previous ones so after being asked, i figured I’d do an obx one. you can totally ignore this if you want

Writers are tagged and, if they have one, their masterlist is linked.

*Also if you’re on this list and for any reason wish to be removed, just let me know and I’d be happy to. This is meant to share your work in a kind way, not bother you, so I’d be happy to oblige.

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@collecting-stories

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Masterlist fics with jj, pope, john b, kiara, sarah, rafe, topper

Some favorites:

Yellow Word Count: ~

Artwork Word Count: ~

Adore You Word Count: ~

Bake Off

Word Count: ~

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@julesclues

jj masterlist

Some favorites:

Too Much To Handle Word Count: 1.6k

Reasons To Be In Love Word Count: 954

"Fake Dating" masterlist this one is with jj too! [COMPLETED]

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@love-chx

Masterlist fics with jj, pope, kiara

Some favorites:

Be Like That Word Count: 3.4k

Good Good Lovin' Word Count: 6.4k

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@maybankiara

Masterlist fics with jj, john b, kiara, pope, sarah, rafe, topper, and jj x kiara, pope x kiara, rafe x kiara, jj x pope

Some favorites:

Prompt Blurb "I Made This For You"

Prompt Blurb "I Dreamt About You Last Night

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@moldisgoodforyou

Full Masterlist

"Give a Little" masterlist this is college!jj with an OC named Charlie so if you read any of her other fics, start with this series. Listen, I never thought I’d be into OC fics but these are addicting and you will love Charlie. Absolutely obsessed, truly excited every time I see something new. [COMPLETED]

Masterlist you know when you read a series and love it and think “GOD I wish there was more”? Well, yeah. There is.

Some favorites:

Want to be Roommates? Word Count: 1.2k

You're My Future Word Count: 800

Stuck With Me Word Count: 1.8k

Home For Christmas Word Count: 1.1k

You're My Home Word Count: ~

“Lost Time” masterlist this is college!rafe with an OC, enemies to lovers goodness. I first made this reclist, I hadn’t read this yet but had added it out of blind support. Now I have read it, and all accompanying fics and holy shit. Read it and fall in love with them. Rafe is completely not canon and you’ll love Sophie. [COMPLETED]

Masterlist after the initial fic, there's plenty more, just like with JJ and Charlie above.

Some favorites:

I Love You, Say It Back Word Count: 1.8k

Their First Time Word Count: 1.9k

Florence Word Count: 8.3k

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@everybodyscupoftea (was oopmyheartwent-obx)

college jj masterlist have read all of these. Yes, all. Thoroughly enjoyed, 10/10. I mentioned above that im not into OC fics usually but she created 2 frat bros that are the definition of himbos and you will fall in love despite them not being the relationship targeted in the fics

She has her longer series split into masterlists here:

Pike!JJ

Sigma Chi!JJ

Some favorites:

The Art of Making a Move at a Kegger Word Count: 2.8k

Cross Me Word Count: ~

I'll Be There Word Count: 2k

Meeting The Fam Word Count: 1.6k

First "I Love You" Word Count: ~

college rafe masterlist again, when I first made this post I hadn’t read much rafe and recommended out of sheer blind support. I have now read these and am beginning you to do the same.

Some favorites:

Under The Mistletoe Word Count: ~

Anyone Can Cook Word Count: 3k

Sleepover? Word Count: ~

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@pixelated-pogues

Masterlist fics with jj, john b, rafe, pope

Some favorites:

Protective Word Count: ~

Prompt Blurb "Family Vacation"

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@ptersparkers

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Writing challenge masterlist these are links to fics that were a part of a challenge, I’ve read through most of them and definitely some good ish in there ladies!!

*Fics with JJ, Rafe, Pope, John B, and Kiara*

Masterlist fics with JJ, John B, Pope, Sarah, Rafe, and an OC!

Some favorites:

Whipped Word Count: ~

Best Friend's Brother Word Count: ~

Falling In Love In A Coffee Shop Word Count: ~

"Study Sessions" masterlist First obx multi-chap I read and…..MUAH. golden. Co-written by @storiesbymads [COMPLETED]

Hotbox Word Count: ~

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@starksweasley

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Masterlist fics with jj

Protect You Word Count: 2.2k

The Art Of Being Afraid Word Count: 4.9k

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@storiesbymads

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Masterlist fics with rafe, sarah, kiara, jj, and topper

Some favorites:

Watermelon Shampoo and Coconut Body Wash Word Count: 1k

It's Not Living (If It's Not With You) Word Count: 1.2k

"Study Sessions" masterlist see above for comments about this one but for real. So so good. Co-authored with @ptersparkers [COMPLETED]

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@sunnypogue

college rafe/coho rafe masterlist again, when I made this post I said I didn’t read much rafe. No longer true. But my initial comment remains: the quality here..superb. Rafe girls, this is your holy grail. Seriously her masterlist is full of great stuff. I still need to read through the whole thing.

Some Favorites:

Rafe Takes Care of His Drunk Girlfriend Word Count: ~

Midsummers With Hockey Rafe Word Count: ~

Rafe Comforting You After A Test Word Count: ~

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@cobaincreates

Masterlist fics with rafe and topper

Really good smut and with stories as well, even the meatier fics don’t feel long because they’re just straight up enjoyable. Last I saw, she was taking a break from writing but theres plenty of good stuff up so! Give them a read and be kind :)

Some favorites:

Smart Decisions Word Count: 10k

Body Count Word Count: 3k

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@socialwriter

Masterlist fics with jj, rafe, sarah, kiara, pope, john b, topper, kelce

Moulin Rouge Masterlist [WIP, on hiatus]

Glee Song Fic Series Masterlist

Some Favorites: these are what I’ve read most, they haven’t shown up on my page yet cause my queue is like 2 weeks behind right now, but I’ve enjoyed them and reblogs are coming!!

Dad JJ Masterlist

Dad Rafe Masterlist

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@tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

Masterlist fics with john b, jj, rafe, pope, kiara

Mistake Masterlist You, a pogue and Rafe Cameron, a kook are friends of benefits, secretly of course. But what happens when you get pregnant? [COMPLETED]

Not Perfect Masterlist JJ Maybank is the one who makes sure your kook lawn is immaculate. Your family may look perfect just like the lawn from someone looking from the outside in, but it turns out you and JJ have more in common than you thought. [COMPLETED]

Not Mine Masterlist Everything was going well until a blast from the past shows up. [COMPLETED]

Some favorites:

Stormy Weather Word Count: ~

The Heat Word Count: ~

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beardedhandstoadshark · 3 years

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Info, tags, side blogs

This blog is a mess, check them out (or not, go wild, who am I to stop you. Would be cool if you did, though! Some stuff here‘s a bit important, so if something here comes back to bite you don’t say I didn’t warn ya!)

General info:

-DNI list here (not that the people you’d want to ni would actually care in most cases, but still. These are here for you, not for me, so please don‘t fill the inbox cuz you didn‘t like what you saw here!)

-IF I DONT SAY THANKS ON AN ASK ITS IMPLIED I SWEAR IM THANKFUL FOR ALL OF THEM

-Posts are sometimes queued, no queue tag tho.

-Don’t really reblog donation posts. Sorry.

-I generally refer to people as pals, no matter if we actually know each other or not. If you’d rather not be called pal/buddy/friend/etc, and instead prefer something else/nothing, please say so.

-the blog description is accurate. There will be lots of posts and they WILL mostly be random thoughts. Yea

-I don’t live in the US ; in fact, I live on the other side of the planet (Hi! :D) so while (I like to think) I‘m pretty fluid in English 95% of the time, there might be some grammatical mistakes (as well as cultural diferences!) in this blog

-time zones are funky but so is my sleep schedule, and they somehow manage to cancel out each other most of the time.

-social skills are not unlocked yet. So if I happen to talk too much in the tags/about myself/too directly, or can’t keep up a conversation, I swear it’s not intentional. Feel free to call me out on it (kindly)!

-if ya need something to be translated from/into German for whatever reason I can provide

-if ya need vaguely Mediterranean to Middle Eastern food recommendations, I can also provide!

-if ya wanna see something under a super old microscope, I can especially provide! (Seriously. Please ask me to look at stuff under a microscope)

Tags on Posts:

-reboggels: reblogs

-another anon ask: anonymous asks. (99% aren’t actually asks but they’re sent via ask button into the ask box so. y‘know).

-toastshark rambles: used to be toastshark lore before I changed to this one cuz it’s more generalized. Random rambles that aren’t specifically irl stuff, I guess…?

-original character do not steal [tm]. My oc tag across all blogs. Yeaaa I‘m one of those people.

-ingame journal entry [number]: little reaction summaries of new/old games I play. A list of all games and their tags is here. its toast plays [game in question] now!

-bhts recommends: stuff I think is way too underrated/unknown/I just think is neat. Seriously check some of these out please

-pixel doodle: Pixelart made by someone whose only experience is loving games of the art style and watching too many YouTube tutorials, using mostly dotpict. (if you see stuff from this blog on an account called [InsertName], that’s mine!)

-another day in the life of a toadshark: irl-posting

-cheese saga: the adventures of Cheese the moth that woke me up by flying into my face at 3am, and all the other lil moth pals that have since come to visit me

everything else: mostly videogames

and also me just rambling a lot

(Lotsa tags ik but mobile doesn’t have archive)

Sideblogs:

(toastshark) (toast not toad), drawing aka main side blog. It’s not as chaotic and screamy there as in this main blog, so please go check it out. I do requests too!

tocstshark, super self indulgent sideblog to dump my oc lore. Yeaaa I‘m one of those. Sorry. Might be cringe but at least I‘m free- the tag original character do not steal [tm] is my oc tag across all blogs.

mm-in-mc, a “recreating Clocktown in Minecraft Bedrock” blog. Technically in hiatus because I can’t be bothered to important all those screenshots all the time lmao-

randomgamesIhave, a sideblog where I catalogue a bunch of random games I have on my phone because we all know how easy it is for mobile games to disappear without any warning…or just because I think they’re neat

stuffedpeppershark, zombie apocalypse diary but instead of zombies it’s plants slowly taking over my room and mind

#another anon ask #bhts recommends #mm in mc #pixelart #unknown games #my tunes #another day in the life of a toadshark #pixel doodle #ingame journal entry 1 #original character do not steal [tm]#cheese saga #toastshark lore #toastshark rambles #reboggels #and whatever tags may join this list #pollols #crabs

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ichor-and-symbiosis · 4 years

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im yeeting for now

alright folks, it’s time for me to say a few words.

i’ve been pretty unhappy with this blog and this fandom for a while now. i don’t like the reputation some people have permanently tarnished me with. i don’t like these same people encroaching on the side of this fandom that i thought was my safe space (for lack of a better term) and using this opportunity to belittle others. i don’t like that these same people have taken it upon themselves to worm their way into a certain ongoing project and make fun of writers like me on their own festering swamp of a discord server when the rules for the project weren’t even laid out yet to indicate what can be talked about. i don’t like these people being in control of said project and then trying to reassure everyone that they are paragons of virtue who never did anything while there is clear proof that they did so. you clowns cry about adding proper triggers and tags and revile us for the things we write and yet i see these same people participating in servers where their so-called enemies are.

i’m tired of all the drama that hasn’t even affected me. i’m sad to see friendships falling apart, discords collapsing for whatever reason, seeing people leave their blogs, the lack of interaction my posts have gotten throughout the months, the small amount of reblogs, the total lack of support from many writer blogs. i’ve always wanted to start socializing in groups more but at this point i feel like a black sheep and i’m unhappy with a lot of things and i can’t bring myself to write anymore. every time i open up the word document i think to myself, what’s the point.

so i need to take a step back from the fandom and from this blog. i need to forget about all of my expectations. i need to return to anonymity and enjoy the media while avoiding seeing that dumpster fire of a project coming to fruition. i just need to disappear.

i have another bnha sideblog because i am still knee-deep in this series and i love it to death. i still love many characters. maybe this hiatus will make me feel better or maybe i will never come back here again, i don’t know. but this is how i feel at the moment.

a huge thank you to all the friends and followers who supported me and love my content. seriously, you guys kept me here for longer than i’ve been in any other fandom. i don’t really know how to end this post so ... yeah. love you guys.

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tyunni · 3 years

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TAG GAME !!!

tagged by: @eternallyhyucks ly :( tagging: sjjsjdjejsnebebwjjaja hmm yes um @sooblvr @hyetomi @choibinn3 and whoever wants to try this (no pressure)

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why did u choose ur url?

taehyun is the loml i love him to the moon and back idc if he isnt my bias he still holds a special place in my heart and I'll forever me in love with him

do u have any side blogs?

multiple ones, i try different themes on them and then choose the one i like the most

how long have u been on tumblr?

i have been here even before posting and before even creating my old blog, i was just reading cute stuff anonimously, i also sent asks a lot and stuff ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i was a regular anon for a few people whose works i particularly liked 😋😋 tmi but one of them deactivated their acc and im not even sure if they released the request i sent them and they seemed pretty excited to make it too :(( THEY RELEASED A WHOLE ASS TEASER AND EVERYTHING !! it was a felix from skz request called "the jughead effect" im p sure AND OMFG I WAS SO DJEJDJEJSJJWWJSJAJAJJEJE yet again im not sure if they released it cuz i hadn't checked their account in a while and when i finally got back on tumblr and searched them up they were deactivated </3 idk if any of that made sense its 5AM help me.

do you have a queue tag?

nah 😋

why did u start ur blog in the first place?

i got bored. that's literally the entire reason.

why did u choose ur icon/pfp?

simply cuz it matched the header 😋

why did u choose ur header?

park fucking jisung. need i say more??

whats ur post w the most notes?

txt when u call them bro, txt choi line when you're feeling cold and txt when they have a crush on you 🗣️

how many mutuals do u have?

42 JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THATS A LOT

how many followers do u have?

248 !!! lyasm <3 ill post once my semi-hiatus is over i promise :)

how many ppl do u follow?

101 y'all if i follow u ure sexy asf /hj

have u ever made a shitpost?

yes. absolutely. every single day i still think if i want to make a txt as furries headcanons post...

how often do u use tumblr each day?

quite a lot bcuz i like to interact with mutuals + read some fics and stuff ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ im lonely

did u ever have a fight/argument w another blog once ? who won ?

nope never. never ever. and am not planning to. 🤝🏻

how do u feel ab those “u need to reblog this” posts?

ignore them ?? like depends on what it says yk, but most of them time i scroll cuz i do not care 🤣🙏🏻

do u like tag games?

HELL YWAH THEURE SO FUN

do you like ask games?

YESYEYSYYEYZYSYES I LOVE THEM SM

which of ur mutuals do u think r the most famous?

umm.. @igyus @hobqs @bluhr @ddeonuism @spookybias (not trying to tag any of them)

do u have a crush on a mutual?

BELLE AKA @mjnisode AKA MY SOULMATE AKA THE LOML. I HAVE A BIG FAT CRUSH ON BELLE. LIKE SERIOUSLY. MMDNDJDJSJDJSNSN <3 WHENEEVE I GET A NOTIFICATION FROM HER MY HEART SKIPS A BEAT. and mira and tiff 😊😊 but srsly tho all of my mutuals 😋 y'all are so nice and fun to interact with & i kinda fell in love with u 🙏🏻

#‼️.tagged #‼️.may ted talks

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mirakeul · 3 years

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cw: mentions of depression, sadness, being unalive

i’m in a somber mood, let’s go.

2020 has been such a fucking rollercoaster for me. because, many times, i have told myself that i just want to be unalive. many times i ask myself what the fuck am i doing with my life and it just makes me think back to all the things that made me live.

earlier this year, i got an email from my past self which i’ve written last 2017 and it was written when i was barely hanging on. it’s weird how i sent a letter to the future, not knowing if i would even make it.

and when i started writing on tumblr, i would never have thought that i would get this far. i first posted about food wars, which was not really all that popular (the one i posted i mean) and then i posted that yamaguchi short scenario which for me, was something i never thought i would do? because i’m not really good in writing.

and then the first kuroo fic i wrote blew up with over a hundred notes and i felt elated (SANBHFKJASHF what it has 368 notes now!! thank you!!). it made me want to write more than what i planned to. and then i hit 100, celebrated it with a teaser for the series i was supposed to write but discontinued. and then i made the folklore event for 200 and even if i discontinued some of the fics, i kinda felt proud i’ve written a lot.

and now we’re here. at 500. but i’m also a bit more, how do you call this, sad? or like forced to write or something (which i know is stupid especially since some readers do like telling me that i don’t need to say sorry about shit like this but yh)

and like as much as it pains me to like be jealous at the others with their interactions, i couldn’t do anything. i’ve always written for myself, writing your requests was always so fun since it made me think and be more creative with shit i write. but sometimes, i don’t know, i feel like i don’t deserve my achievements because of the number of interactions i get with people.

i hate myself so much for thinking like this. i just want validation and lately, i have been joking about disappearing and just making a new blog and tell no one, not one even my mutuals. i don’t know if i’ll do that, yet. but unlike last time, i won’t be in hiatus. i would just be posting more stuff of what i want, requests are still open if you do want to request stuff from me.

i want to make this year better. and so, i thank you.

if you read this far, thank you for caring. to all of my followers, i am so thankful for each and everyone of you. you believed in me when i couldn’t even believe in myself. i repeated what i said in a previous post but it’s true. thank you so much, i love you.

and now, an appreciation post for some of my mutuals and some usernames i see a lot in my notifications.

to @fairyoomi , irda, i have told you this already in your ask box but thank you. i love you so much, you’ve made me become better.

to @kuyog , jere, i also told you this in your ask box but let me tell you again, isa ka sa pinagpapasalamat kong makilala this 2020. mahal kita

to @sachirou-senpai , ellie, my wife, thank you. i am very glad we met in 2020. you made me happier. and to the haikyuhagakure server as well, thank you. i love you all

to @pyblos , lyra, i am so thankful for you and your comments towards my works. i am glad to have met someone like you, i love you.

to @edensxgarden , eden, and @hikari-writes , hikari, my first ever friends on here. thank you. you guys made me feel loved and all that stuff. and although we aren’t that close like we used to be, i am still thankful for you. i love you guys

to @taiyaaki , mio, i know you’re in hiatus so i’m probably going to send this on discord as well if you don’t see it skksksks, thank you for believing in me and stuff, im happy to meet you, i love you.

to @x-bnha-imagines-x , @takemetovalhalla, @k-sakusa-old, @chopstickcamewithalargelomein, and to those who constantly like and reblog my posts, you are all awesome! thank you!! <33

to each and everyone in the anonymous family, special shoutout to kia, thank you so much for indulging me and my attention-seeking nature HAHAHAHA ily guys

i hope a lot of you would stay until 2021, i love you.

#cw depression #cw sadness #cw mentions of attempts #tw depression #tw sadness #tw 2020 #HAHAHAHA #no but #this is like a thank you #and a fuck you to 2020 #:)) HAHA #cw sappy shit at the end #jk #i think

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sevensav--d-archived · 3 years

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**still depressed about everything that’s been happening around my writing and this blog but the timing is pretty good bc after my day off tomorrow I’m working almost a full week straight so I won’t have a lot of time or energy

**ive slowed my dash down a lot by unfollowing a lot of people and it’s definitely made me like... Calmer. I feel less stressed and angry. Idk what that means for me moving forward.

**basically I think for the time being I’m going to be really selective with what I respond to and I’m gonna take a break from sending in memes or reblogging them. “But bones how will you write” great question I have no idea

**I dunno I just feel like the people who I actually feel comfortable with rn is so so so small and I’m trying to understand why my experience has been so negative lately

**between getting the anon hate and almost everyone going on some sort of hiatus it’s just sort of like I’m circling the drain but at the place I’m at with my life I need a dumb little hobby to keep my days occupied so I’m not just laying in bed all the time

**im moving in two months. A big move. Like. A life altering massive move that will mean major changes in my entire life. I’ll have to work harder than I ever have had to do, and I likely won’t have time for this silly hobby anymore, at least not until I stabilize in my new location. I guess I just don’t wanna have to quit before I have to

**i love my muses and I’ve worked so hard on them and the fact of the matter is as soon as I’m not writing mha stuff anymore?? They’re done. Like, they can’t live on in other media. They’re too deep in the MHA pot. And I guess over the past few months they’ve just been so comforting to me to fall back on them after a few years... I went through some personal turmoil that involved me severing all interest in MHA. It had to do with toxic and failed friendships and getting my heart busted by some dude- in any case I forced myself to hate something that made me so happy and coming back to it after going through some pretty intense stuff in the last fandom I was like coming home after a long day

**I guess I’m not ready to give it up yet

**so I guess I’m not going anywhere for now

**and of course with my mood swings I could snap and delete tomorrow- but I’m hoping that I can pull it together and find joy in the little things I’m able to do with my muses

**idk why i wrote this I’m so friggen tired rn

**... anyway tldr I think I wanna work on re-establishing friendships and connections and just working my way up to writing threads again

#**quirkless (ooc)

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quoth-the-sparrow · 4 years

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Old Flames In The Rain

A Sanders Sides One-Shot

Warnings: TS Deceit, Sympathetic Deceit, Kissing/Making Out, Smoking (If I need to add anything, let me know)

Pairings: Anxceit

Description: Virgil and Damien were together a long time ago. What happens when they meet up again after four years?

Word Count: 1,211

You can also find this story here on ao3

Virgil removed his hood, leaning against the brick wall and watching the cars go by. Usually this street was crowded with people, but the rainstorm had everyone seeking shelter either at home or in one of the restaurants or shops that were still open. The rain didn’t bother him, and he could stay relatively dry under the awning of this abandoned storefront. It was definitely better than going into a building packed with people. Infinitely better than going back home just yet.

He closed his eyes and sighed, hands in his hoodie pockets as he paced. He’d had a hell of a day at work and he would kill for a drink, the stronger the better. Or at least a smoke. Gods, he hadn’t done any of that since… Well. Since high school. Old habits die hard, he supposed. That time had long since passed. He decided to wait a while longer, see if the rain let up any before making the trek back to his apartment.

Footsteps approached from behind him. He turned, ready to move out of the way if need be. He wasn’t at all prepared for the figure to speak to him, let alone to recognize the voice.

“Virgil? Is that you?”

He blinked and focused on the man now standing before him. He’d gotten older, yes, and his hair was now its natural blonde rather than dyed green but it was definitely…

“Damien? I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, what are you doing back in town?” Virgil embraced his old friend, a move that surprised them both. Damien returned the hug and chuckled lowly before pulling away. Virgil tried his best not to stare too openly. Damn, Damien looked good. Better than ever, really. Virgil shoved those thoughts away, he didn’t need to dwell on that.

“I came back to see my mom, you remember how much she worries.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “Want one?”

“Well speak of the fucking devil,” Virgil thought. What he said was “You know those things are bad for you.” He held his hand out for one anyways.

Damien handed him one and lit first his own cigarette, then Virgil’s.

“Yeah well, everyone has their faults. Besides, it’s not like I smoke all the time. Just every once in a while, to take the edge off. What’s your excuse, exactly?”

Virgil blew out a cloud of smoke and laughed. “You got me there, Dee. So how’s it been going? I haven’t heard from you in… what has it been, almost four years?”

Damien didn’t reply, not at first. Just smoked his cigarette and stared out into the rain. Virgil had a feeling he was looking at more than the scenery but he didn’t press the issue. Standing side by side like this was surreal. It almost felt normal, reminded Virgil of happier days. He shook his head and took a long drag of his cigarette. Finally, Damien responded.

“From a business standpoint, it’s going swimmingly. My designs are selling almost faster than they can be made, I’m in very high demand. I’m fucking rich, the way I always wanted to be.” His words were bitter, and Virgil frowned.

“It sure gets lonely out there though. Makes you realize just how alone you can be, even in a crowded room. Hard to make real friends. Acolytes, all of them. Leeches wanting a piece of your fame and fortune, nothing more.” He dropped his cigarette to the ground and crushed it under the heel of his boot. Virgil did the same and put his hands in his pockets to stop himself from reaching out to Damien.

“That bad, huh? Is it worth all that?” Virgil looked at Damien, really looked. The man was tired, a bone-deep exhaustion caused by more than just the journey back here. Virgil wondered when the last time Damien had gotten a decent night’s rest. He didn’t answer, just shrugged.

Damien moved closer and took Virgil’s hand. “I miss you, V. Do you miss me? We were so good together. Remind me why we broke up again?”

Virgil gave him a soft, sad smile but didn’t let go of his hand. “There are lots of reasons why we didn’t work out. We were just dumb high school kids, for one. Neither of us were ready for any kind of serious commitment. Our lives were clearly going in two different directions. I was staying in town to help my dad with his business and you had all those dreams of going to L.A and getting famous. I wasn’t gonna be the one to stand in between you and your dreams, Damien. That’s why we broke up. It wasn’t the right time for us.”

Damien nodded, giving Virgil’s hand a squeeze before letting go. “Yeah, those are some good points you made. But the chemistry we had, there’s no denying it was incredible. Like fireworks, like burning stars.” He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he’d had all the way back in high school.

Before Virgil could say anything, he felt himself being pressed against the wall, Damien’s lips on his.

Virgil kissed him back immediately, a fire igniting inside him, too hot and too bright to ignore. His hands went to tangle in Damien’s hair while Damien’s hands gripped Virgil’s hips, their bodies pressing against one another. The kiss was wild and passionate and every bit as electric as it had been way back when they first got together. It could have lasted minutes or hours or days; if anyone were to ask them, neither Virgil or Damien would have been able to say.

When they finally pulled apart they were both gasping for breath. Damien’s hair was mused and somehow Virgil’s jacket had gotten unzipped. The two stared at each other, each drinking in the sight of the other.

“Damien… I…” Virgil found it hard to speak. He hadn’t kissed anyone in a long time, and though he’d had a couple boyfriends after Damien, no one had made him feel the way he did now. Not even close.

Damien grinned at the sight of Virgil’s blushing face. “You felt it, even after all this time. That fire. Don’t even try to tell me you didn’t, I know you did because I sure as hell did.”

“I wasn’t going to deny it or anything, Dee. How long are you staying in town?” Virgil zipped his hoodie back up as Damien fixed his hair.

“A few weeks at least. I’m on a hiatus, so to speak. I haven’t found a hotel yet but I’ll figure it out.” But Virgil was shaking his head, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Stay with me at my place. Here, put in your phone number.”

Damien did as he was told and gave the phone back to Virgil. “Before I agree to anything, I need to know something.”

Virgil looked into Damien’s eyes. “What is it?”

“What are we right now? I don’t want to do anything before I’m sure we’re on the same page.”

Virgil kissed Damien again but on the cheek this time. “To be honest, I don’t know, but I’m hoping we can figure that out together.”

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this story! Reblogs are greatly appreciated. Tell me what you think! If you’d like to be added to (or removed from) my taglist, please let me know by sending me an ask. You can find me on ao3 at Storytelling_Sparrow. Thank you so much for your continued support!

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#sparrow writes #sanders sides fanfiction #ts deceit #virgil sanders #sympathetic deceit #anxceit #human au #past relationship #smoking #kissing #making out #ambiguous/open ending #reblogs are appreciated #let me know what you think

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dearkyeom · 4 years

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tl;dr i will slowly be resuming activity on this blog again, but everything will be put on queue with only a few posts a day. my gif making will be on semi-hiatus. lastly i will keep my pinned post on the situation as well as update it if anything else comes up. all of this is until further notice. please feel free to unfollow, soft block, or hard block me as needed. thought dump under the cut. please do not reblog!

hhhhhh. it has. been a long week. this is one of the harder things i’ve had to process in kpop mostly because svt is the only group i have consistently created content for and somehow gained a number of followers for. a part of me felt... feels? complicit if i continue to create content for them, because by doing so im actively promoting them, i suppose. but ive called them out on their shit and will CONTINUE to do so, so i'm... [vague hand gestures]

literally EVERY kpop artist has at one point enacted or been complicit in racism, colorism, sexism, etc. i can name at least one time any and all of my faves have fucked up. i wish that was a hyperbole but it's really not. i went down the list with my friend earlier today as a way to cope lol.

as another dear friend of mine once wisely said tho... the best thing u can do, since media is inevitably going to be awful, is to compartmentalize the good from the bad so you have something you can enjoy... because otherwise there truly would be nothing left.

one of the vlives 97 line did together in 2016, the one where minghao tells mingyu that he looks handsome when dk and mingyu were arguing over who has darker skin (a moment that still makes me want to ram my head through a wall.) dk and mingyu were very much enabling colorist ideology by arguing over who has darker skin and speaking about darker skin as if it's an undesirable trait. hell, even minghao was to a certain extent if the translations are accurate, e.g. "you still look handsome/cool (despite your skin being darker)" as opposed to saying something to the effect of "darker skin is just as beautiful as lighter skin, lighter skin is not any more beautiful than darker skin, etc." i knew about this before i became an active svt blog and still decided to create content for them anyways, bc i eventually compartmentalized it and found a lot of joy in them despite it.

anyways... all of this to say that i will get back into giffing if or when doing so sparks the same joy as it did before. im not quite there yet bc im still really upset with the way everything has been handled and how racist some fans are being, but i think it's safe to say i am in the last stage of grieving which is acceptance lmao... this is how it's been, this is inevitably how it will be, but that won't stop me from calling everyone out on their bs and holding them accountable.

hope that made sense, and as i said earlier please feel free to unfollow, soft block, or hard block me as needed, no hard feelings.

#text #racism tw #please do not reblog

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formerlyrunephoenix6769 · 5 years

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I was asked and ask, and in my flu causing feverish state, I deleted it. So if you’re out there and recognize this question (and I’m paraphrasing) please reblog and @ me.

So If i remember, the question was along the lines of

“Why isnt there huge amounts of stuff, for shows like She -Ra and TDP, are they not as popular?”

Lets go for a ride...

I think the reason why we dont get the same amount of content generated for shows such as The Dragon Prince and She-ra, say in comparison to shows like RWBY.

And by content, I mean, theories, memes, art and in depth analysis, boils down to 3 things.

1) Time to Generate.

Both The Dragon Prince and She-Ra have only recently dropped their first season. Now both have their second season coming rather swiftly, esp in the case of The Dragon Prince. Season 2 is dropping tomorrow: Feb 15 2019 over on Netflix.

She-Ra’s is set to be released April 26th 2019, again on Netflix.

The Dragon Prince S1 was released on Sept 14th 2018, and She-Ra: Princesses of Power, Nov, 13th 2018.

In TDP case, that is a 5 month and 1 day turn around and SPOP, 5 months and 13 days turn around.

It is rather unheard of for an animation to have their Second season be ready in under 6 months. Usually it is anywhere from 10 months minimum to a year or in some cases, even longer.

I put this down to the success of the two series and how the audience received them, and Netflix wishing to capitalize on it, and the hype generated.

Lets just hope that the both properties dont feel rushed as a result.

So with such little time, and a very short hiatus in terms of tv shows, (which is when most of fandom generated content tends to be created), that gives very little time for their respective fandoms to leave their senses and devolve into some sort of animeesque Lord of the Flies in a matter of weeks, in a bid to cope.

(RWBY FNDM, I’m looking at you with your ‘Beehaw’s’ and YORSE, and ‘Scheehaw’s’. I still cant believe you made Arryn read that with her own eyes!!)

(You can tumblr search Yorse yourself, I aint making anyone look at that cursed image without their consent. You’ve been warned! ;p @hammertime-rwby i shake my head in your general direction... ;D )

Time to generate can also be reflected in how long a show has been on air, thereby garnering a wider and much larger fanbase with a broader set of creative skills, which in turn results in more fandom content generated, esp if there is the potential of shipping.

And bloody hell does SPOP have some crazy potential on the shipping front,

2) Time to Mature and Fandom Engagement.

As a show matures and the audience leans learn more about the characters and the world that they inhabit, the nature of fandom created content evolves. It also depends on the verve of the show itself.

The way in which a show is presented, the topics and themes they cover, the way the characters and the world are presented, can vicariously dictate how the fandom engages with the property, go forth and multiply.

For example:

Sherlock is very meme worthy and that tends to be reflected in the content that is generated by the Sherlockians.

RWBY has been out for 6 volumes and has a very dedicated and passionate FNDM, but it is also broad, large and incredibly diverse.

It is also rather vocal and has very strong differing opinions from one end of the spectrum to the other, which in turn creates YT reviews, reactions and rebuttals and heated retorts.

These polarising pov’s can then go on to permeate to other branches of social media, such as twitter, tumblr, discord etc etc

Same with fandom accepted headcanons and lore...

(I’m still on the fence about you Renora Rodeo Round up... You’re on thin ice! ;p )

But it has taken a number of years to cultivate.

Neither The Dragon Prince or She-Ra has had the time to do that, yet!

But I’m certain that will change in the coming future.

She-Ra has already generated quite the buzz on both the positive and negative sides, due to being based on a much loved, older, property, ‘She-Ra 1985′, but that is a mine field which I covered on my previous blog before some asshat decided to axe it.

Also, the themes that Netflix She-Ra seems to be covering, which helped generate a lot of the negative backlash towards the show, will most definitely continue to be polarizing... So I would keep an eye out if YT and people picking stuff apart is your jam.

On the other side, what SPOP seems to be trying to deliver will also generate lots of awesome content. Just look at how this took off,

“Hey Adora”

And this cinnamon roll’s preoccupation with ‘force captain orientation’,

The Dragon Prince strikes me as a show that would generate deep reflective analysis of world and characters as well as theories, much like its older cousin, Avatar Last Airbender, once there is more to comb over and speculate on.

These two shows are presented differently and they way they are tackling certain themes in their respective narratives are also vastly different, which could also have a lot to do with their respective target audience and intended demographic, so it stands to reason that the results of fandom generated content would be different.

3) Platform and Format.

This I believe is one of the most important aspects which ties the previous points above.

If a property is delivered week by week, such as RWBY, there is time, for the FNDM, after they make amazing screen shots and insta analysis and excited speculations, to go over it again and allow the episode to sink in.

(which both TDP and SPOP could do, as they have episodic episodes but that is an entirely different post)

There is time for the fans to go sit back and react to what they have seen, whether that is creating beautiful fan art, crafting in depth theories, character analysis, extrapolate potential world building.

A week by week delivery culminates in an emotional impact that is allowed to foster and grow, thereby gives space and time for the individual to go off and create content for their respective fandom.

Fanart takes time, fics take time.

The not knowing what could happen next opens up the avenues of thought out speculations.

Having a week to go over everything to that point and process new info. Being able to take your time to research and prep before you put it out there, results in good, in depth analysis and well crafted work.

Time gives breeding ground.

(Some wait years for lore.. Overwatch fandom, I dont know how we do it! But we all cant be Tracer!)

Because, we are so salivating at the the mouth for insta gratification and ‘binge’ culture has become so prevalent where media is concerned.

When a property is delivered all at once, it gives no breathing space for speculation and wild theories.

For a particular scene or interaction between characters to have an emotional impact and thereby create emotionally significant fan art, that is reblogged and shared in that moment, give it time to resonate with its respective fandoms.

And there for have time for other members of the fandom to be inspired to go off and create their own stuff in what ever medium is their forte.

Because we are on this fast paced ride, not only from the start of the chapter 1 to end of the first ‘book’, so to speak, but also the social media need to be the first to create the content for the fandom, the type of content generated, how and why, is hugely different and may not at first glance look like it is forth coming..

It just takes time to sink in.. To go back through and re-evaluate.

Being inspired by a particular interaction between two characters , or a certain facet of the world that an fan may have noticed and wishes to expand on, art wise, fic wish or theroise, loses its validity when you know that the next episode could answer your burning questions in less than 5 seconds.

And so you stave off for the dreaded nine episode when your eye balls are nearly gumming together and you know you have work in 4 hours but you need answers to the burning questions..

and so results.

This is not the content creators fault, in anyway. This is quite literally the way in which it is delivered.

Its is pretty much,

II) However, in Conclusion

The perceived lack of fandom interaction/generated content, in the social media platforms that a fan chooses to consume, or is available to them, does not mean that a show isn't popular.

The ties to previous projects, such as SPOP to She-Ra 1985 and The Dragon Prince to Avatar Last Airbender are vastly different.

Expectations are vastly different.

Fandom interaction and generation of fandom content, is not a measure made of how popular a show is.

Also, politely, remember the demographic of which these shows are aimed at.

Be respectful of the show creators, the property, the characters and the narrative that the show creators have painstakingly crafted and put out into the world.

The story that they want to tell.

Again,

a reminder,

Tomorrow, 15th Feb 2019 , Season 2 of The Dragon Prince.

(im gonna go back into my fluey coma now)

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