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sxfterhearts · 15 days

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10:49pm - late night calls.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ idol!jiung x reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: fluff inspired by late night calls mv ♡

♡ word count: 1,219 words

♡ summary: late night calls - p1h

♡ author’s note: just a short one i smashed out tonight bc choi jiung is so lovely and i am falling head over heels for the p1h boys ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ also pics cred to the lovely tumblr owners!!!

“Jiung, sparkly heart shape, mouse emoji, is calling. Pick it up.” Siri’s automated voice filtered through your wired headphones, causing you to grind your skateboard to a halt. You hefted the newly purchased skateboard and rested it against your thigh, no easy feat.

Your heart thudded dully against your chest with a quickening tempo that exceeded the vibrations of your default iPhone ringtone. This was the first ever call you’ve received from your boyfriend of two months, and you were not sure how to act.

With the timidness of a baby mouse, your fingers tightly grasped your phone and swiped across the screen. “Hello?” You said, almost in a whisper, small and uncertain.

“Y/N? Ah, you picked up.” Jiung’s familiar voice sounded in your ears, as though he was standing right next to you. It wasn’t as clear and crisp as you would’ve liked though, as you could just make out the distant blares of sirens and car horns in the faraway background.

“Jiung. What time is it? Isn’t it late for you? Have you eaten? How was the show? What are you up to?” The questions tumbled past your lips before you had a chance to stop them.

“Woah, calm down.” Jiung teased, a deep chuckle drifting out of his lips, straight past your earphones and into your heart. You could almost feel the rumble of his chest as he took a second to compose himself. “Eager, aren’t we?”

“I mean,” You mumbled, more to yourself than to him. “It’s the first time we’ve called, after all…”

“That’s right, I didn’t think of that.” He replied thoughtfully. “Well, to answer your questions in order: it is currently 10:49pm, so not too late as we’re still adjusting to the timezones. We had galbijjim at this super popular spot in KoreaTown that was twice the size of any galbijjim I’ve ever seen in Korea and absolutely flooded with cheese. Oh, and the show was great, as usual. I’ll send you some cool videos of myself after this. And I’m not up to much. Some of the kids wanted to go for a stroll to get a glimpse of the New York night life, but I’m feeling pretty tired. Keeho is helping our manager with the logistics for our next tour stop. Theo is watching videos and being very loud, as usual. I’m just…”

“Where are you? Inside? It must be cold at night.”

“No. Yes? Sort of? Well,” You could hear Jiung’s soft grunts as he shuffled around in the background, getting comfortable. “I’m sitting on a windowsill. Trust me, it’s not as dangerous as it sounds. You know how in all those old American movies; the New York apartments that always have those tiny balconies with fire escapes? Yeah, I’m just sitting on that, getting a bit of the night air.”

“Wow, that sounds so cool.” You couldn’t help the wonderstruck grin that made its way onto your lips. “I wish I could take a photo of that.”

“Yeah? I’ll take a selfie and send one to you then.” Jiung answered.

“Or we could just video call?” You suggested, somewhat apprehensively.

“We could, of course, but that’s not as fun, is it?” Jiung countered, ever so gently, conscious to not leave you feeling rejected. “I’d love to see your pretty face and all, but I feel like the voice-only call is a lot more intimate, no? You can only hear my voice, and the rest is up to your imagination. It’s kinda romantic. Like a romantic late-night call.”

You nodded, cheeks reddening up even at the slightest things – like how he called you pretty, or how he was trying to create a romantic atmosphere for the two of you. The relationship was so fresh, and every little thing felt like it was big enough to make your heart pound right out of its chest. “Yeah,” You agreed breathlessly, momentarily forgetting that he can’t see you. “I guess it is.”

“So, what’s my girl doing at this hour?”

Your stomach did several somersaults, and you took a small breath to calm yourself before answering, “I’m at the Han River. It’s around noon, and I’m just practicing a bit of skateboarding before I meet my friends later. We’re going to watch a movie and hang out at a café. Oh, and I had kimbap for lunch. At the place you recommended!” At the mention of food, you immediately got excited. “It was so good! I had the tuna wasabi and special tonkatsu ones. And the kimbap ahjumma was so nice, she gave me a free drink!”

“Did she? I’m glad then. She probably knows that I recommended you – she’s always giving me free service when I go with the boys.” Jiung smiled at the thought of you visiting his favourite kimbap spot and happily eating your food. You were going around to the places he frequents in Seoul and leaving your mark there, making your own memories. It warmed his insides to think that when he got back, you could both visit those places together and create new, precious memories. “Oh, but skateboarding? Are you on your own?”

“Yup! I’m getting pretty good now, Ji! Not as good as you, of course, but I’m starting to get the hang of it.” You reported back proudly, grip tightening around your skateboard, pink and sparkly, just like the bows in your pigtails.

“I’m proud of you, but Y/N,” Jiung audibly sucked in a breath, “Isn’t that a bit dangerous? What if you fall? Who’s gonna help you up when I’m not there?”

You giggled in response. That was your Jiung, always poised to help you if you ever needed him and constantly ready at your beck and call. “I’ll be fine! I swear. I don’t even go as fast.”

“Okay, well promise me you’ll go slow and try not to do anything too crazy. I’ll teach you more when I get back.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You smiled sweetly, gazing out at the serene view of the Han River, secretly wishing that your beloved was not on the other side of the world so you could share this view with him.

“Twenty more days, Y/N…” Jiung muttered, almost as if he read your mind through the phone. “Twenty more days, four hundred and eighty more hours, twenty-eight thousand and eight hundred more minutes, and way more seconds before I can see you again, my love. Just twenty days, but why does it feel so far away?” He said rhetorically.

“I know,” You pouted in response. “I miss you heaps, Ji.”

“Me too, baby. I promise when I get back, we’ll get – ”

“Pizza! There’s this new place in Itaewon I really wanna try.”

Jiung laughed heartedly. “Okay, we’ll get pizza in Itaewon, and go for a skate along the river. And have a ramyeon and kimbap picnic at the park for dinner. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.”

Jiung: Sent a photo [11:17pm]

Y/N: I’ve seen this!! Woahhh Choi Jiung, are you Korea’s next Justin Beiber? [11:17pm]

Jiung: (¬◾_◾) I’m just cool like that. [11:18pm]

Y/N: I also saw you tearing up at the ending ment… [11:18pm]

Y/N: So precious (╥ ω ╥) [11:18pm]

Jiung is typing…

Jiung: Hey! I… I was just emotional, okay (｡>﹏<) [11:20pm]

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viburnt · 6 months

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Hiii!!! Can I request midoriya with the prompt ‘someone has a gift for you’. Genre can be anything except angst!!!!

Sorry anon, this a little late and a little short, but I still tried my best! My exams are kicking my butt :( Hope you enjoy.

—Viburnt

𝑰𝒛𝒖𝒌𝒖 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒚𝒂 || 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆

Today marked Izuku's birthday, and upholding the age-old tradition from his childhood, his mom, Inko, took him to his favorite bakery to choose a cake. It was a cherished ritual in their household – Inko allowed him to pick his desired dessert, adorned the house with his favorite All Might decorations, and then you would join in to celebrate after an enthusiastic session with his action figures. Despite being a teenager now, Izuku still found joy in these moments. However, this year was different; you weren't there to share the celebration with him as you had in the old days.

He missed you dearly.

—She hasn't called yet. Do you think she's busy?— Izuku mumbled as he tapped on the glass case protecting the delectable pastries. —I know it's a different timezone, but...—

Inko offered him a sympathetic smile and comforted him with gentle circles on his back. It had been a year since you left to study abroad, leaving your friends behind to chase after your dreams. Izuku was feeling lonely without you, missing the sound of your voice and how you'd smile whenever he cracked a silly joke.

Sure, he was able to face time you when you had time, but the occasions were rare and it made his heart twinge.

—I'm sure she'll remember, she's a good girl!— Inko reassured him, resting her head on his shoulder. —Why don't you take a closer look at the cakes, hmm?—

"I haven't had birthday cake without her, would it taste the same?" Izuku wondered. Squinting for a moment, he focused on the frosting decorations on each dessert. The first one was fairly simple, the second had delicate hearts, but the third one...

-Is that my face?— He asked, pointing at the childish drawing of himself resting on top of the white frosting. It looked like a 5 year old had attempted to draw on it. "It almost reminds me of..."

—Yes, it's specially for you!— Izuku heard his mom said, a mischievous smirk appearing on her chubby face as she pulled him a little to her level.

—Someone has a gift for you! —Inko cheered, playfully covering her son's eyes with a blindfold.

—Woah, mom, what? You have another gift for me?— He asked, amazed, a hearty laugh escaping his chest. —You didn't need to!

—But I know how much you missed this particular thing, so...— Inko said, guiding him to a nearby chair, making sure Izuku wouldn't triple with the walking costumers and close tables.

—Mom, you didn't have to, really!— Izuku assured, hearing his mom giggle as a set of footsteps became more audible.

—Izuku, your mom made a lot of effort to bring me here! Say thanks.

The familiar sound of your voice left Midoriya speechless, his hands shakily removing the blindfold. His green eyes watched mesmerized as you came out from behind the bakery counter, holding his cake on your hands.

—Y-you're here!

—Happy birthday, Izuku...— You congratulated, hugging the boy. —Wouldn't miss this for anything!

#my hero academia #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha ask #deku x reader #anon #boku no hero academia

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novantinuum · 9 days

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Fandom: Steven Universe Rating: Mature Audiences (For references to underage sex) Words: 2.8K~ Summary: It’s possible. The timing lines up. What Connie fears is one hundred percent possible. The problem is, a potential pregnancy this early into their relationship was absolutely not in their plans.

WOE, post canon Connverse pregnancy scare fic be upon ye.

This is honest to god the fastest I've ever written a fic of this length in my whole ass life- I thought of this idea literally last night and nailed it all out in like twelve straight hours. Just so y'all can make an informed decision on whether to read or sit out, this contains minimal description of actual sex beyond like one short paragraph- instead focusing in on the human fallout of poor teenage decision making.

Connie is 17 and already in college, and Steven is 19.

On a semi-related topic, Google absolutely believes I'm pregnant now after all the incessant research I did for this story, lmafo.

Enjoy! I'm putting basically all of this fic under a cut here due to its mature topic nature.

If you asked Steven what kind of conversation he expected when Connie called him out of the blue at one AM in the morning, one where she’s hysterical and halfway to hyperventilating definitely wouldn’t have been at the top of his list.

“Woah, woah—” he stresses, passing the phone to his other ear so he can pick on up what she’s saying better. “Just— slow down, okay? Start from the beginning. What’s happened?”

“It’s been three days, Steven!” she says, voice hitching upon his name. “I know my cycle, okay?? I’ve been tracking my cycle ever since I started menstruating, and it’s supposed to be like goddamn clockwork! It’s never been late like this. Never!”

“And you’re, uh— you’re absolutely sure there’s nothing else that could be interfering-??”

“Of course I’m fucking sure!” she hollers, making the small speaker bar on his phone vibrate against the side of his head.

He winces, already regretting his poor choice of words with her.

“Okay, okay, I— I shouldn’t have pressed about that. I’m sorry. Just—” he sucks in a deep breath of air, doing his absolute beat not to delve down the dangerous implication filled rabbit hole this early on, when tensions are high and accurate information is sorely limited— “what do you need right now? What can I do to help?”

“I need you here,” she warbles, her hysteria finally pushing over the brim and transforming into a heartbreaking bounty of distraught cries. “With me—!”

He clamps down upon the inside of his lip, thinking. The unfortunate part of living two timezones away from a romantic partner is that their transportation options for emergency visitations are limited. Unless…

“Is Lion with you?” he asks, crossing his fingers and hoping beyond all hopes that this aloof feline miraculously chose this evening to make a visit at Connie’s off campus group home.

“I-I…” Brief pause. There’s a faint ruffle in the line, probably her shifting position. “I think he’s outside, yes.”

“If you can send him over to me, I’ll be there as fast as I can. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispers, hoarse and strained.

“We’ll figure this out, I promise. Love you.”

“Love you…”

And with that, Connie hangs up from her end.

Steven’s humble little studio apartment falls into complete and utter silence. He cradles his phone in his hands, staring with unparalleled intensity at his seventeen-year-old girlfriend’s smiling contact photo for a good few minutes… contemplating the sheer daunting weight of the potential future life’s just sprung on them out of nowhere.

It’s possible.

The timing lines up.

What Connie fears is one hundred percent possible.

“Shit,” he ultimately hisses, shoving the device in his back pocket and moving to grab his wallet, his keys, and a light jacket.

This was absolutely not the conversation he expected to have tonight.

_____

One trip to his local 24-hour convenience store and a ride on Lion later, Steven finds himself perched on the edge of Connie and her housemates’ shared couch holding the instructional pamphlet for a pregnancy test, intensely conscious of the sleep shattering noise they’re probably making out here despite their best attempts at whispering. Ugh. He really, really hopes they don’t wake Patricia or Natalie up with all this racket. He doesn’t want to be rude, especially not at the heart of midterms season.

“But this says you’re not supposed to take it until a week after your first missed period,” he says, tapping his finger at the relevant section of fine print.

“That doesn’t mean it’s not gonna work at all, though,” Connie shoots back, tussling the instructions from his hands. “Look, see—? It doesn’t say you’re not supposed to take it until then, it just says the results may have a higher chance of inaccuracy.”

“And isn’t accuracy exactly what we need at the moment?” he responds with a bit too much stress riding within his tone.

(His thoughts trail back to almost three weeks ago. That kissing session that got a bit more heated than either of them had originally planned for. The expired condom that he didn’t realize was expired until after it broke in the middle of sex.)

She shoots him a withering look, her eyes puffy and damp from all the tears she’s already shed tonight.

“No, what I need is an answer. Any answer, so I can finally go to bed and stop freaking the hell out over this. You know how I am— I just gotta rip the bandaid off, and then I’ll be fine. I’ll even test daily for the next week if that makes you feel better.”

“Whatever makes you feel better,” he gently redirects, capturing her trembling hand within his and rubbing faint circles against the side of her palm for a few precious moments.

Sniffling, she gives a faint nod, grabbing the test itself from the coffee table and moving to stand.

“Okay. I… I’ll be just a few minutes. I’ll come back out once I have the sample ready, a-and… and then we can wait together.”

“Take your time,” he says.

She does.

As it turns out, peeing on demand (and on a plastic test strip, no less) is pretty difficult, even more so when one is stressed beyond all belief.

They keep in contact over text for those long twenty or so minutes, and it’s through this feed of discussion that he starts to piece together the full picture of what must’ve happened here.

Mistake number one: Connie knew she was in a fertile period. She knew, and— horny as she was at the time— decided to progress the speed of their lovemaking anyways. All her choice. She provided him a condom she’d gotten as a free sample from some university health fair, and off they went. In any normal circumstance, that’s where this story would stop.

But then came mistake number two: right as he neared the brink of orgasm, he felt a distinct jump in sensitivity— one that not only sent him careening right over the edge, but also alerted him to the fact that his condom must’ve snapped. He’s almost positive Connie felt it too. He pulled out as quick as he could the second he realized, but what’s done was done.

They discovered big mistake number three right afterwards: The condom was already expired. It was expired all along, and neither of them had thought to check the label before slipping it on. Stupid. Connie promised she’d talk to the campus nurse about getting her hands on some free Plan B that next morning— just in case— and Steven assumed that was the end of it.

But then there was mistake number four: Apparently, Connie never took that Plan B at all. She was so wigged out over one of her upcoming midterms in a class she’s barely passing that (as he learns via this text thread) she forgot to go to the nurse to inquire about it in the first place. By the time she remembered, too many days had passed for it to be effective, so she didn’t bother looking into it further. Instead she merely crossed her fingers that nothing would come of this series of unfortunate happenings whatsoever, but then came late period day number one. And then number two. And then number three. And by that point, the evidence seemed so stacked against her favor that the stress simply exploded. She couldn’t study. She couldn’t even sleep. Thus, she just has to secure an answer tonight, or she’ll never find any peace, she says.

He understands, he does.

But also… he really, really wants to make sure that whatever answer they settle on with this matter is guaranteed correct. And soon, while there’s still time to do something about it (if that’s what she wants) without too much emotional investment coming into play.

Because accidentally knocking up his girlfriend in her second year of college… before they’re even married or close to being engaged… and while she’s still seventeen to boot was absolutely not in their plans.

“Ughhh… stupid, stupid,” he hisses to himself, knocking his head against the plush backing of the sofa.

If that damned test comes back positive, her mother (and heck, probably Pearl too, for that matter) is going to kill him.

While he wouldn’t mind being a father in a few years’ time, the fact of thee matter is that they’re nowhere close to ready for such a future at this current juncture. Neither of them have jobs. Neither of them have a home of their own that isn’t partially paid for by their parents. Hell, on his end, even with regular therapy and steady medication he still struggles with the most basic self-care like showering daily and remembering to eat breakfast. So how on Earth— if Connie’s fears are right, and she is positive— is he supposed to suddenly pivot to taking care of an infant too on top of all that? Oh stars he’s not ready for this. He’s not.

And if that’s how he feels, then he can’t even begin to imagine how much terror must be surging through her mind at this present moment.

Yikes. He’s really made a mess of things, hasn’t he? He should’ve… ugh, he should’ve said something. He should’ve gently told her ‘no’ the moment she revealed she was only a day away from ovulation. He shouldn’t have taken the risk. He should’ve thought to check in with her about the Plan B instead of blindly assuming she took care of it. He’s older, so he should’ve been the responsible one.

He tells her as such.

no, no… it takes two to tango, silly, she responds via text a few seconds later. it’s not your fault any more than it’s mine. im sorry for yelling at you earlier, it’s just. not what i had planned.

same, he responses.

And then, after a hard swallow and a moment’s pause… he dares to rustle up that big ol’ elephant in the room.

He asks The Question.

have u thought about what you’re gonna do if its positive yet

A set of ellipses show up at the bottom of the screen. She’s typing. Slowly.

Or maybe…

The ellipses disappear for a bit. Then reappear. Then blink out existence once again.

Steven sighs, sinking back into the couch and setting his phone upside down so he doesn’t have to psych himself out by staring expectantly at her contact photo at the top of their text feed for the next goodness knows how long.

Good grief. If he weren’t already so damn emotionally drained over all this, he’s sure he’d be glowing bright ass pink right now. Thank goodness he’s not. Connie needs his comfort tonight, not the other way around. His lip crinkles into a pensive frown as he reflects on the situation… shifts his gaze around the darkened living room. (He catches the faintest glimpse of Lion snoozing outside the window again as his eyes adjust to the light level.) For the briefest of seconds he considers shooting a text to Dad, curious if he might have any advice on how to handle this sort of situation, but then…

No, no. It’s far too early to say anything. Plus, he doesn’t want to risk letting the blunt reality of their active sex life break containment unless Connie says it’s okay.

His phone buzzes.

Heart pounding with unimaginable ferocity, he flips it over to read.

honestly the reason i’m so freaked out rn is that i think id really wanna keep it. even though im SURE it would mess up all my college goals. is that stupid??

Brief pause yet again as she adds something else.

i’m so, so sorry i know that might not be something you’re ready to commit to rn. that’s half of why i’m so upset. i don’t want this to speed up our relationship in ways you’re not ready for, or ruin it altogether

Steven’s inhale is sharp and shallow, his thoughts racing as he tries not to consider the potential implications of what her decision means for him too deeply. It’s not about me, he reminds himself. It’s not about me.

hey, no- it’s okay, he types, fingers shaking. don’t fuss about me. it’s your body. your choice. i’ll support you through whatever you decide. promise.

Send.

A good while passes without a response.

Considering the heaviness of the topic, he’s half a mind to stride across the room and go knock on the bathroom door to see if she’s okay, but then that very door squeaks open.

Connie scuttles to the couch in a hurry, the test and a generous wad of toilet paper in hand. She lays down the paper on the coffee table first for cleanliness’ sake, and sets the plastic sample cartridge on top of it.

Then, with a weary sigh, she sets a timer on her phone for three minutes.

“Please don’t let me look at it until time’s up,” she says, slumping against his side for comfort.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, shifting his position to wrap his arms tight around her. Secure. Safe. “We’re okay. Whatever happens, we do it together, all right?”

“All right.”

Noticing her heavy blinking and angling to help her feel better, he brushes a stray wavy lock back behind her ear, his touch as delicate as he can muster. “Hey. Jam buds?”

“Jam buds,” she nods with a watery smile.

They sit in silence for about thirty seconds, allowing each others’ racing heartbeats to lull them to at least some form of camaraderie laden relief.

Or at least, they try to.

“My mom is not gonna be happy about this,” Connie says out of the blue, attaching words to the daunting thought they’re clearly both stewing over.

“If it’s positive,” he reminds her. “It’s still a big if.”

“But I’m right though. I was an underage accident, too, remember? I just—” her voice breaks as she chokes back what he fears might be an impending sob— “I know she wanted better for me. I don’t want to disappoint her, y’know?”

He risks a dry joke to lighten the mood.

“Well… at least if she’s mad, you have the excuse that it runs in the family to fall back on, right?”

“Oh, shut up, you,” she says with a half-hearted giggle, playfully shrugging him away.

They lapse into a peaceful quiet yet again.

He busies himself tracing abstract shapes against the knob of her shoulder, doing his best to help ground her amidst this unexpected squall in their relationship.

“How much time’s left?” she asks, her tone shrunken and nervous

Steven glances over at her phone on the table. “Just a few more seconds.”

The timer goes off a mere cluster of heartbeats later.

Taking a deep breath as one committed unit, their hands inseparably intertwined, the two lean forward to investigate the pregnancy test together.

There’s only a single band visible in the results window, where the control should be.

Negative.

Steven lets out what’s quite possibly the biggest exhale of his full nineteen years.

Thank the stars.

That’s step one.

It’s still not a solid confirmation— not with this singular test taken so early into what she fears is a missed cycle— but it’s a start.

“What does it mean that a tiny part of me is kinda disappointed now…?” Connie asks him afterwards, sinking backwards into the couch’s soft embrace.

“It means we’ll have to try again in a few years,” he says, giving the crown of her head a soft kiss. “When we’re actually ready.

_____

Connie tests again just a few hours later that morning.

Then the next day.

And the next.

All negative.

Much to their relief, their one hundred percent conclusive answer comes on day three, when she calls him at the literal crack of dawn with immense excitement to report the belated start of her period.

Just to be extra sure, she makes a walk-in appointment at the university clinic to talk through the scare with one of their doctors on day four.

“It was that damn anxiety med I just started,” she relays to him over the phone later that evening. “I didn’t even think about it. Apparently medications that function as antidepressants run the risk of screwing up your cycle a bit. Thus, the delay.”

“Well, now we know for the future, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she says with a faint chuckle. “That, and the importance of never using cheap free sample condoms. Ugh… I’m gonna be so paranoid about expiration dates, now.”

He frowns, rapping his fingertips against the arm of his desk chair.

“Hey, listen— don’t get all worked up over it, okay? Like you’ve said before, it takes two to tango. We never have to do anything you’re not explicitly comfortable with.”

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” she acquiesces. “Of course you’re right… Still, I guess the silver lining of all this is that now I know I actually want children someday.”

“Same,” he says, his chest fluttering with unquestionable affection. “Let’s get you through college first, though. Then we’ll talk.”

Connie giggles, lively and free. The sound is spellbinding music to his ears.

“Sounds like a deal, Biscuit.”

#su #su future #steven universe #connie maheswaran #connverse #su fanfic #steven/connie #my writing stuff

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teaveetamer · 10 months

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Whew so a lot happened in the last few days and I've been trying to get things together. Sorry y'all, I thought this was going to be the end of a very dark two years for a lot of us.

Tl;dr: Despite our best efforts the mods have decided that not hurting the feelings of toxic actors in their community is their #1 priority.

Frankly, considering all of the death threats they got for trying to enforce the rules of their server, specifically these two rules...

... I'm not really surprised that things have turned out this way. When you have mods encouraging further harassment and spitting some really scary rhetoric with 0 self awareness (I have an entire thing I could go into with this, holy fuck it's bad) then some day you're going to turn around and find that your whole community is rotten to the core when someone finally tries to step up and purge the toxicity.

And that's exactly what happened.

"Happy lynching." Classy. I really hope you're not American and you just don't understand the history behind that word. And guillotine threats. Lovely. The absolute irony of someone going "woah hey guys no death threats" and then proceeding to send a guillotine death threat.

To be clear all of these conversations happened on the same day, the timestamps are slightly different because I got these from a few different sources who are all in different timezones. I put them in chronological order in this post.

I'm sorry to all of the moderators that genuinely seemed like they wanted to hash this out and put it all behind us. You don't deserve this kind of backlash for just trying to do your jobs. I wish you luck, because clearly you're going to need it.

I'm asking that if anyone posts screenshots of the server that you censor out the names of people who aren't directly engaging in harassment. Other than that, it appears we're going to have to keep bringing light to this in order to protect ourselves from harassment, since the mods refuse to hold themselves accountable and enforce their rules.

#Edelgard discourse #tw racism #because holy god I really hope you don't know the history there

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cosmic-muses · 4 months

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I love seeing a mutual halfway across the planet show up in the notes, like, beyond just "woah cool person" and "haha timezones" I mean. It kinda just reminds me of how much is going on in the world outside of me? In my apartment complex alone there's 50 people, each with their own thoughts and feelings and problems and interests and so on. That's a lot of life in a very small space.

And I seeing someone so far away brush past in the notes is just... it's such a small thing. Maybe they woke up recently and just checked their phone, maybe it's while they're getting breakfast or something. I don't know. But that moment of "Oh, guess they're online now" becomes this ephemeral glimpse of something otherwise invisible to me. Then I think about that for all my mutuals and friends, and then how many billions of people I don't have a window into.

I dunno, I'm feelin' poetic, but to my mutuals in distant timezones? Howdy o7, all the way from 'merica

#nova posting #this is poetry #unabashed thoughts #idk what to tag this as

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prince-of-red-lions · 7 months

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WOAH WE IN SIMILAR TIMEZONES!!!

YASS!! It’s 12:17AM rn oup should probably be asleep.

(evie, if u see this, sorry I’m a huge hypocrite 💀💀💀)

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reallytryin · 2 years

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Kisses at the beach

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For my good friend @gaytoadwithapopsicle

Pairing: tommyinnit x reader

Warnings: kisses

Mentioned: Freddie (badlinu), amsiey,ranboo,billzo

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" wait kings " amsiey screamed being the smallest in the group they would always be the last one there wherever he went. She was running into the water after Freddie and ranboo " not our fault you have little legs" Freddie screamed back. "Hey leave amsiey alone its not her fault he has got little legs" you screamed at Freddie pointing a finger at him and ranboo who are currently splashing each other in the salty water. It was a nice evening not a cloud in the sky with the sun setting infront of you and Tommy. You had just filmed a whole vlog on Tom's channel where you played hide and seek around Brighton. "Its so pretty" you said " what is? Asked the boy " the sunset" "not as pretty as you" said Tommy " eww you just gave me the ick"you say in a disgusted tone " I'm sorry what can I do to fix it " "a kiss would be nice" " a kiss woah that's alot to ask from a man like me" he said In a joking tone while leaning down to kiss you " I love you" you said against his lips " not as much as I do " he says as he pulls away "by the way is that a new chapstick cos its really nice" "tommy" no I swear my lips are so moisturised " "omg shut up " " no seriously feel" he says leaning back down for another kiss this time longer and more passionate " ok they do feel mousturised" you say after pulling away " I know right you need to give me some " " really?" "Yes really" he says laughing as you move up to kiss him but before you could Tommy's phone rang [ billzo 🙄] " Hey man where are you?" Tommy asked. You snickerd to yourself after remembering that you haven't seen him since the middle of the game "ok on my way bye" Tommy ended the call " what was so important?" you ask as Tommy stands up and put his stuff in his bag " we forgot bill" "HAHAHAAHAHAAHAHh"

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Hope you enjoy currently writing this at 11:09 in my timezone so I hope you get this <3

#tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit vlog #wilbur soot #tommyinnit dsmp #tommyinnit x reader platonic #dsmp tommy

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multifandomdiscord · 2 months

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Hello and welcome to the ✣★͙⊱•𝑀𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒯𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝓇•̩̩͙⊰•✽✣!!!

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First, let us introduce the mods!!

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Primary Timezone: Central Timezone

Availability: Monday-Thursday (After 4:00); Saturday/Sunday (All Day)

Hobbies and Interests: Writing, Reading, Singing, and Gaming

Favorites: Most every popular fantasy series - LotR, HP, PJO, etc. Lot of Stephen King. Undertale, FNAF, Game Theory stuff, Markiplier, and the Sun and Moon Show. I also really love purple coded characters. xD

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Nickname: spoop

Pronouns: she/her

Time zone: central timezone

Availability: varies a lot but almost any time ^^

Hobbies: reading, writing, drawing, and gaming

Favorites: strawberries, peaches, cute plushies, animals, anime, manga, and manwha’s

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Greetings!

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Nickname: Chelle

Pronouns: She/Her

Time zone: Eastern Standard Time

Availability: varies, 8pm and past until 12am EST usually.

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Favorites: blue, blue themed characters, sushi, cats.

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Pronouns: she/they

Timezone: GMT or BST (during the summer)

Availability: Most days and most times that aren’t midnight until 9am. (I have to sleep sometime!) But my DMs are always open if you need anything

Hobbies: Reading, writing and a little bit of light gaming on the side (whether it’s online, board games or card games)

Fandoms: I’m a little all over the place, skipping through them all the time, but I’m a fan of: ROTTMNT, Transformers, Pokémon, Blue Exorcist, Demon Slayer and FNAF

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ABOUT THE DISCORD:

The discord is about having someone to talk about your favorite fandoms on. Need it be TMNT, HAZBIN HOTEL, FNAF, OWL HOUSE, STEVEN UNIVERSE, etc. Heck, even YouTube channels that you all are into as well.

We are a server that allows you to be yourself!!

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