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IF YOU ARE A SONIC FANARTIST!

Ok, so I WAS going to contact artists individually and privately, but that was before I realized there would be literally hundreds of artists.

The Youtube channel Super Hedgehog Bros is reposting and monetizing art from HUNDREDS of Sonic artists. In 3 videos alone, all posted within the last week, they have used art from over 100 artists. Their channel is monetized, they are making money from views.

100 artists from 3 videos. The channel has over 400 videos posted. They have over 60k subscribers.

If you're a Sonic artist, especially if you make comics, and you don't want your work reposted for someone else's monetary gain then you should probably have a look and consider if you want to do a copyright claim. Maybe let your friends know too, if you know they care about this sort of thing.

It's literally impossible for me to contact everyone about this, I just need to hope this post finds at least some of the people it matters to!

Hanukkah PSA for reptile owners!

Hanukkah is almost upon us (woohoo!), so I wanted to give a quick reminder to all my fellow Jewish reptile keepers to avoid lighting candles in the same room as a reptile!

Even the smoke from small Hanukkah candles can be very dangerous for reptiles, especially hatchlings and juveniles. Reptiles can't cough, so any smoke they breathe in stays in their lungs and can cause respiratory illness very quickly. It's less dangerous on the first night when you've only got two candles going, but by night eight, it can be a recipe for disaster! This is true if you have an oil-based chanukkiah, too!

To keep your pet reptiles safe and healthy, make sure you always light your chanukkiah in another part of the house, and keep your reptiles out of the room while your Hanukkah candles are burning.

!חג אורים שמח

Arashi No Yoru Ni (One Stormy Night) is honestly an amazing and emotional experience and recommend anyone to watch and give it a chance!

“Thank you for sharing this with me, Gabu. You see, it’s not a complete loss. Im happy just being here with you~” - Mei  HHH, i just remembered this movie existed, and my gosh was it a fluffy wave of emotions, lol.  Arashi No Yoru Ni (One Stormy Night) is a lovely experience for anyone curious. Y’all can find the whole thing in good quality on Youtube (Sub and dub) !! ^^

I couldnt resist making some cute gifs to put together for it~

I'm starting to see AI art in fanart tags and even when they are tagged as AI art, people in the reblogs tagged it as fanart.

Let me just say this once. I don't believe AI art is fanart. The way things are, it's theft. It doesn't count. The effort that fan artists put into their works cannot be equated in value with whatever an AI generates. The works with hours of applied skill and originality and love put into them are the works I want to praise on this blog.

So that being said, if I ever reblog "fanart" that is ai generated, please send me a message or an ask and let me know so I can delete it off my blog.

Hey! Quick little reminder to everyone, if you get a message like this

DO NOT CLICK ON THE LINKS they steal your data.

Just click on this funky little button

If you're really worried about it being an actual person you can go to the profile and block them

But absolutely DO NOT open any of the link(s) they send you

Okay I have some more lore dump but this time parents edición

CW/TW: ilmicpt eating disorder and dark content/theme

"Mr. Hellhound" the demon (biological dad)

Moon, Arioch, and Snow (adopted son who's was unofficially adopted by Moon's family) dad is a demon who communicate with telepathy (after multiple years of practice and experience) among his children/family members along with remaining loyal to his late wife (who died when moon was very young) and honored her wishes. Of course when they first met it wasn't a well manner interaction but over time they get to know each other then gotten married even tho their marriage wasn't officially recognized and as labeled as a act rebellious against cultural and social norms in their respective families and government. the government later repealed that ruling but didn't allow them to have children fearing the offspring will be dangerous and have lack of information available on hybrid children since all documents of them were destroyed. M.A.S dad have 2 forms; 1). Casual/not scary (the one in you're seeing rn) and 2). Monterous/what the people fear demon look like (also call his protective dad mode). The kids in the neighborhood they lived nicknamed him Mr. Hellhound due to his appearance and at times give them homemade snacks if there's a extra surplus of food left. Mr. Hellhound's does have a mouth but he's abit insecurity of having people seeing him eat meals the only person allowed to see him eat is his wife due to a few past health scary that was related to him not eating and causing her to worry for his well being

Estrella the wolf (biological mother)

Moon, Arioch, and Snow's mom is an normal wolf who's married to Mr. Hellhound her husband who she met in a difficult time for both of them that resulted in an unlikely friendship and romance relationship. even though the government doesn't officially recognize and seem as taboo within their families and community. Estrella is an kind-hearted mother who teach her children what they need to know about the world at an early age. due to the regime's harsh laws it was a bit difficult to earn the requirements she needed to provide for her pups. both survival and educational experience barely making enough money to keep them afloat. when she was pregunta with Moonlight. she developed an rare disease that slowly killing her body that cause her to be in and out of hospital for the first couple of years of Moonlight's life. throughout her life she helps the neighborhood children with tutoring and help destigmatized her relationship with her husband and others like them to their small knit community. When moon when missing she put all her energy into finding her until her untimely death

an cover for my Aftermath of The Exam fic sadly can't draw the boys well enough to make this cover a bit better but their icon are close enough hopefully no one in the community kill me for this

To my non-AO3 readers I have cross post my completed fanfics to Squidgeworld for easier access and those who prefer to read them off Tumblr

You are special (short Rainbowshy fanfic) one-shot [Completed]

𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚: 𝑀𝑙𝑝: 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 (𝑔𝑒𝑛 4, 2010)

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠: 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦, 𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒, & 𝑓𝑎𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 (𝑜𝑐)

𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠: 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ/𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦/𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ, 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ & 𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦 & 𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒

𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑐, 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑦

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.4𝑘

➵Sticky note: you need to sign in to AO3 to read the fic due to preventing AI bots & AI scalpers stealing/Using my fanfics with permission for unlocked version go to SquidgeWorld

12/3/23 update: Fix writing and grammar errors

A very old fanfiction written back in January 26, 2019 and originally posted it on fanficion.net

》AO3《 | 》SquidgeWorld《 | 》Tumblr《 (you're here)

It was a sunny day in Ponyville with the town ponies going to the market. Finding that perfect gift for their special somepony. The town is covered in red and pink decorations everywhere. Even some of the business’ windows have hearts and hooves theme painting on them. A sky blue mare with a rainbow colored mane and tail wearing a yellow scar around her neck, was walking through the market and booths looking at the items being sold at the fast paces.

"This is hopeless. I didn't think I'd be able to find something, aaahhh! Okay Dash, calm down. there might be something left, you just need to figure out something. She won't mind you being bad at this type of stuff, right?" saying more to herself than out loud in earshot, leaving out a sigh of desperation she was about to head to the next booth when she heard somepony call her name within the coward of customers bringing her out of her thoughts. 

  A pink mare with fluffy hot pink mare and tail happily appears out of nowhere bouncing towards her while, balancing boxes of pack sweets and goods on her head and back causing Dash to flitch in flight. Fearing that the boxes will tilt over and ruin the orders inside.

"Rainbow Dash! Hi! What are you doing here Dashie? Oh! Are you here to buy something! Wait! Didn't tell me! You're buying something for some pony special are you!?" The pink pony asks in excitement, still bouncing up and down happily. 

The sky blue pegasi doesn't mind the pink party pony bubbly personality, but at times she can be a bit unpredictable, even crazy with going over the top. Along with creeping their friends out at times. Either way she doesn't mind the pink pony way of handling things in stressful situations.

"Hi Pinkie, uh...I was having trouble finding something special for somepony this year, heart, and hooves day. I was planning on going with flowers, but I didn't think I'd have enough bits to buy something else that would give that awe factor." response Dash nervously feeling a bit unsure to tell the truth. But to her surprise Pinkie pulls out a stuffed winterfox out of her saddle bag and gives it to her.

"I'm guessing you’re having a hard time deciding on what to give Fluttershy this heart and hooves. Luckily for you the Cakes and I are selling these plushies with our baking orders. This take around the orders are stockpiling like crazy! Anyway I'll give this to you as a friend discount, hopefully you'll find something for her that will make her smile." Pinkie pie says happily despite the mood around her. Dash just smiles a bit, feeling warm inside by Pinkie’s kindness.

"Thank you Pinkie, really, Now I need something for the animals. probably buy them toys or some food." Dash seemed a bit lost in thoughts while Pinkie pie was delivering the orders from left to right. Some of the shops are now putting out stock signs on the display windows and their booths. And the town ponies were heading home to prepare their thoughtful gifts and dinner for tonight.

Dash went inside one of the shops to look around not soon after Pinkie pie was left behind to finish with her deliveries early. The shop opened a few weeks ago and specializes in pet clothing and toys. Everything is 75% off leaving Rainbow enough bits to pay for each item once.

"Dash, how are we going to carry these to Fluttershy's cottage? The two of us can't carry them all at once." say Pinkie while helping get clothes for each animal. She finished with her shift and met up with Dash at the clothes selection. Voicing her concern to her.

"I have an idea, Pinkie, but you have to trust me and we need a bit of help." Rainbow responds to her, walking up and places the clothes on the checkout counter.

*****

Fluttershy was outside her cotton attending and feeding her animal friends their afternoon sacks this fine evening. Heart and Hooves is a holiday that Fluttershy's was a bit nervous about since it’s the holiday if somepony will ask her out on a date or not. The thoughts of that had poke its head out during this time of year. And she knows she couldn’t get her hopes up too much.

Due to her shyness, the yellow pegasus mare has trouble speaking in public along with flying. Her self-confidence and self-esteem were low with self-doubt sparkle in her plate. After years of bullying from her bullies from flight school in Cloudale. Until Rainbow dash challenges them to a race for her honor causing her to fall off a cloud due to their flight speed. After that she got her cutie mark at the same time Dash performed a sonic rainboom and looked for her.

Both her and Dash got their cutie marks on the same day along with the other mare six. Fluttershy was about to head back inside her cottage, where she saw a brown color pegasus mare. With red, green, and white color mane and tail along with matching scarf walk up to her with a clipboard under one of her wings. With a delivery cart full of boxes behind her.

"Good evening madam, I’m here to ask you to offer your signature here on this slip of paper. To confirm that you have received your packages this evening." said the brown pegasus mare, giving her a smile while she offered her a pen to sign.

Fluttershy looks confused at first but takes the pen while the mare holds the clipboard up for her. When the slip of paper was completely signed off. The pegasus put the clipboard back under her wings and took a quick look around the area.

"Um, excuse me, ma’am, Why are you here? I didn’t order any packages today. Is there something that I need to know about?" ask the yellow pegasus feeling her shyness and anxiety beginning to creep up on her slowly by each passing moment.

 The brown mare looked at her and was glad to answer her client's questions even though it was posted to be a surprise for them from their sweetheart.

"Oh! I'm here to deliver these pet items to your resident, since someone already paid for them out of their own pocket. and ask the post delivery service to send them here, honestly I find this a bit sweet. Whelp I'll be better off then, I don't want to finish the job late. Anyway have a happy Heart and Hooves day." 

Before Fluttershy could respond to them, the brown pegasus was on her way to deliver more packages leaving the yellow mare with an unload stack of boxes in front of her. Not soon after her interaction with the volunteer delivery mare. She saw Dash and Pinkie walking up the path to her cottage. Fluttershy starts walking toward them still feeling a bit surprised on the delivery but quickly shakes it off.

"Hi Guys, what brings you here? are you the ones who pay for all this?" ask the yellow pegasus looking up at her friends and point her hoof out towards the stack of boxes in front of her cottage door.

Pinkie pie bounced up to her and nodded happily.

"Yup! But it was really Dashie's idea! She wants to give you something for  Heart and Hooves day this year! Honestly I'm surprised she spent all her bits on this!" Pinkie says happily and heads off to see the animals. Leaving Dash and Fluttershy alone together.

"Rainbow do you…? I mean it's not like I.." Fluttershy was a bit hesitant to even form words from her mouth at this moment. Rainbow takes a few steps closer up to her and gives her a gentle kiss on her lips. Causing Fluttershy to blush a bright red shyly and slowly kiss her back.

The kisses seem to last for a long moment with time slowly slowing down for them, until both of them break the kiss needing to breathe and get oxygen back into their lungs. Both of the mares look at each other blushing from the exchange and looking into each other's eyes.

"Happy heart and hooves day Fluttershy." Rainbow looks in her eyes while Fluttershy looks back in hers.

"Happy heart and hooves day Rainbow." Fluttershy response back. 

Both pegasus mares start walking up to the cottage, seeing Pinkie pie lending a helping hoof out with unpacking boxes. And storing some of the items in their rightful place with a pegasus pair following close behind her.

Illustration cover for my old fanfiction that I'll upload later today

I am super against light pollution, and have been for decades

but I am also super annoyed by the way it's framed as "without light pollution you can see how beautiful the night sky is" way more prominently than it's framed as "hey, did you ever stop to think of how much energy/resources/money are literally wasted by having so much light shine up into the sky?"

so people get the idea that light pollution can only be remedied by eliminating all night-time light, which would make being outside at night very inconvenient, instead of by making night-time light shine only on the ground where, y'know, the people who need it are

people are still reporting illnesses from lucky charms and cheerios. the FDA could not find the cause and dropped the 2022 investigation, but illnesses are still actively being reported from various flavors of lucky charms and cheerios.

if you know someone who eats these cereals and has been getting sick, please let them know they might want to stop eating them for a while and see if they improve.

iwaspoisoned.com

Cheerios Make You sick? What you need to know

After eating Cheerios cereal from GM, I had a severe bout of diarrhea on two occasions. I could not believe that a box of dry cereal could

iwaspoisoned.com

Lucky Charms Make You sick? What you need to know

Ate a to go cup of Lucky Charms cereal with a Best By date of April 10, 2024 five hours ago and now my stomach is cramping, and I have brigh

the illness reports are ongoing. there has been no recall. illnesses have been reported from these products for a few years now, from people who had eaten them fine for years or decades prior to whatever is currently happening.

If you’re just as displeased about the organization that runs AO3 kicking someone for being pro-Palestine (source 1) (source 2) as I am, here are some things you can do…

Use the OTW contact form and the AO3 feedback form to voice your displeasure. Additionally, inform them exactly how you will be withdrawing support until this issue is resolved.

Stop donating to AO3. This is an obvious one, but important. If you have previously donated, but will no longer be doing so, be sure to say it in your feedback form submission!

Switch fanfiction sites. Both for reading, AND for uploading. Alternatives include WattPad, Fanfiction.net, tumblr itself, or even hosting your fanfiction on a site of your own, via Neocities. Don’t want to stop using AO3’s tagging system? Check out SquidgeWorld, which uses AO3’s open-source code. It even has a rule against CSEM! While AO3 doesn’t get money from ad revenue, seeing the number of visitors drop will certainly get the message across.

Encourage others to do the same, and spread the word!

‼️ Fiction cannot cause physical harm to someone.

‼️ The only person who should have the power to decide if a piece of fiction is harming you emotionally or psychologically is you.

‼️ Any fiction you feel like you are being harmed by you can stop reading/watching/creating it at any time.

‼️ You are always in control when you are consuming or creating fiction.

‼️ Do not surrender the power to decide what fictional ideas might cause you emotional or psychological harm to other people.

‼️ No one will ever know better than you what ideas are harmful to you personally.

‼️ You cannot decide what is psychologically or emotionally harmful to another person.

‼️ Attempting to restrict the kind of fiction that people create or consume because you think it might cause them emotional or psychological harm is authoritarian.

‼️ It is safe to explore any ideas and themes in fiction. Fiction does not and cannot cause physical harm to any person. You are always in control of the fiction you are creating or consuming.

Spotify wrapped is normally released on a November 30 or December 1 but this year it was released on November 29, the International Day of Solidarity with Palestinian People- a day which it was asked for people to increase their social media posts about Palestine to help call for a permanent ceasefire. Instead it is now being overshadowed by people posting about Spotify wrapped…

PLEASE UNMUTE THIS. PLEASE. 

Not really surprising 😅

𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝔁𝓪𝓶

𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒥𝒾𝓂ち 𝒜𝒮𝑀𝑅'𝓈 𝒞𝒪𝒟 𝒱𝒾𝒹𝑒𝑜𝓈

𝒪𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶 𝒷𝓎 @/𝒩𝑜𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝒯𝓊𝒷𝑒 (𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒𝑜𝓈)

𝐹𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂: 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓊𝓉𝓎

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 𝟤.𝟨𝓀 (𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 𝟧)

𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅: 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇-𝓃𝑒𝓊𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇/𝒴𝑜𝓊 & 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓃 "𝒢𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉" 𝑅𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓎

𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈: 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊𝑒𝓈, 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹/𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓅𝓈𝓎𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶, 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹/𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻-𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂, 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹/𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒, 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅, 𝒜𝒮𝑀𝑅 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸, 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻, 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉/𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉/𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉, 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊𝑒𝓈, 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: 𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒯𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒 𝟣𝟦𝟣 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝐵𝒞 (𝐵𝒾𝑔 𝐵𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝒶 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓎𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒩𝑒𝓌𝓈 𝒩𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀). 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽, 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃 "𝒮𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒸𝓊𝒷𝑒" 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒷𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿.𝒯 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊

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It's been weeks since you've been through that traumatizing experience that the 141 Task force and its members put you through. You keep having recurring night terrors replaying the memories of König giving you actual electric shock torture. and Captain Price firing his gun against your forehead loaded with blank bullets to scare the living shit out of you. The nightmares felt real, altering little details between the two experiences, events, and memories together. To the point you feel yourself bleeding, injured, burned, electrocuted, or even dead.

And each time you feel yourself dying from your dream injuries or slipping into unconsciousness of darkness warm hands on you. Your body response by jolt your wide awake sometimes makes you stand up on your bed. Making sure that you're still alive with heavy breathing, rapid heart beats, and night sweats of anxiety trying to cool you down. Even though you're the only rookie that joined the task force and wakes in their bunker in the middle of the night in their own barracks. Sleep won't come back easily to your body due to the nightmares that affect you both emotionally and mentally. 

You get yourself dressed in your workout clothes/training uniform, then sneak your way through the occupied barracks of your fellow members and avoid your fellow peers on night duty. silently making your way out to the field behind the base that's been used as a running track for training and drills. The dim light of the moon and nearby lampposts give you some illumination in the area. Without even thinking or your body switching on autopilot, you started to run laps around the semi-moist grass field until you couldn't anymore. Feeling the exhaustion, pain, and aches from the late night run. You slowly, and quietly make your way back to your barracks.

Being cautious with your surroundings and not to wake anyone up. After some time you made it back to your room, closing the door behind you, removing the workout clothing you wear for the run to switch back to your uniform, climbing back into bed, and letting the friendly return of sleep slowly return to your body. closing your eyes and letting it embrace you as an old friend. To help you get some rest and relaxation to your exhausting body.

The time is now 0645. You wake up an hour earlier to get yourself dressed and not looking like shit before heading out to the training area. Luckily for you no one knows about your late night run, and you're thankful for that piece of calmness for your mental health. Now you and fellow soldiers are waiting for the instructor to show up to begin your day. You try brewing yourself some relaxing tea, reading, and even some form of mental activities to keep your mind busy but all seem to temporarily work. To keep the nightmare and demons at bay you have been forcing on your training more and improving your skills.

Avoiding the boys any chance you could get except for team briefings and training to improve team trust and bonding. In all honesty you still hated them for the mental fuck up they give you. You didn't know when or how this happened but you started to slowly withdraw from your duties on base and eat a bit under your normal calories intake during meal time. Even sitting alone at the table to give you some form of inner peace from your mental battle. There are times that some of the members will ask you if you're feeling alright Or if you have a heavy load of duties around base that keep you out of sight for half the day. 

You always response to these questions with a "yea, yes sir" 

Even jokingly respond with "Yea, just this workload is just making me feel like I'm doing overtime but I ain't complaining about it. Everyone has their role around here to keep the base functional and I'm just doing my part either major or minor. Beside you can't operate something that's missing parts to make it function." 

Keeping the conversation at a minimum and not taking too much time with their busy schedules. So far the response you give seems to satisfy them enough to not disturb you any further. But that didn't help prevent potential spread of worry among some in base. You've been on autopilot and repeating the same thing you do day in and day out. Working out in the base gym, doing extra target practice and drills in your free time, late night laps around the base past curfew, and asking for additional duties on and around base to be added on your schedule. Just to keep yourself busy and avoid the negative voices in your head and the glares of the team.

You kept this little coping method going for the next few weeks, until it wouldn’t be kept at the bare minimum in the public eyes any longer. Captain Price starts noticing your lack of attendees in both team related training and meetings. While Soap and Gaz try to get you to open up and share what's bothering your mind these past weeks, back asking you if you want to grab a drink at the local pub with them. You alway politely decline the offer due to you not being much of a drinker and smoker each time they ask and it’s starting to annoy you a bit. Lieutenant Ghost seems you aren't your usual self since after the exam and been taking mental notes of your changes of character and body language. 

To the point that you feel his glance watching over you like a hawk every hour throughout the day. While you’re working, and doing some extra training throughout the week. Seeing you pushing yourself to your limits being a bit reckless with your body not giving it time to recover. It got to the point that you almost passed out during one of your drills with sergeant Gaz. That he and some of your peers have to carry you to the medical bay to get examined and receive a lecture by the nurse hours after you regain consciousness. Price and Gaz come in to visit you after the nurse takes their leave.

“You’re alright Sugarcube? Gaz here was just explaining to me that you passed out during training this evening. Is there something that you would like to tell us?” Price asks you to keep his voice steady and calm.

You look up at both of them feeling a bit faded still, but hestanted to respond at first. not knowing if you sure tell him the truth or keep pretending that everything is fine for his sake. Since he was the one to put you through that fucked up exam in the first place. Sighing you look up at them trying to find the words that make this situation make sense.

“Captain, Sergeant, I have something to confess, I…” 

“Go on Rookie, you have the floor.” Price encourages you by giving you one of his famous warm smiles. While Gaz left the room to give you both some privacy to make things easier for you. You honestly wish that he should have stayed in the room, and not leave you alone with the captain. Wishing that this was a nightmare and that you’re still unconscious. 

“Captain, I have been trying out a new health diet and supplement pills that were shipped from home. I guess it wasn't for me in the long run and I should probably send them back or toss them in the trash, and send a letter to my folks. They aren’t really tech savvy but it’s best to tell them the truth, I’m truly sorry that I worry you guys. It’s just that I've been dealing with some personal issues lately.”

The captain stares at you for a bit making you feel like a moth in a jar being watched. It wasn’t a complete lie that you told him. Your family from overseas keeps shipping you items from home every month to help you with homesickness. At first it was a sweet gesture but now it’s being a bit of an annoyance. Since some of the items are either personal or false advertisements, the guys like to make fun of you for it. Price let out a sigh, breaking your trace of thoughts and seeing him lifting up his hat slightly from his forehead.

“Alright, Sugarcube, I’ll put you on a week-long break from any field and base duties while you sort your personal issues. But that doesn’t mean you can skip out on your training. I’ll temporarily assign someone to watch over you until then don’t be a weak muppet alright?”

“Aye sir, and thank you.” you respond to him respectfully hiding a bit of your anxiety from your voice that hasn't settled down during your conversation with him.  

Then he left the room leaving you alone with your thoughts.

**************

The cold early morning temperature reminds you of home when you have to wake up early to help the family out with apples and orange harvesting. It was the last thing you did with them before you were called into service in the task force. Of course family say their heartfelt goodbyes and remind you to eat well, behave well, and do what you were told by your commander. You take a deep slow breath, steady your aim and fire your sniper to the paper target. Firing 3 rounds before getting up and examining your accuracy skill, the three shots hit the paper target in the right places. But you ain’t improve with the lack of bullets used in this exercise.

Since the objective was to provide sniper support with the usage of a limited amount of ammo to either kill or disable your target at a far distance. You rip the paper target from its place, replace it with a brand new one in its place in a different angle and position. Ghost was observing you from the corner not saying anything to you after you came back to your assigned position. You both haven’t talked since the coffee date, and at the end of the exam it was a shock to you that he was the one who knocked on your door. Waking you up from your slumber, asked you to get dressed, and meet him at the gun range well it was more of an order than a ask. Knowing and hearing stories and rumors about him from the others around the base, you did what he asked you to do either due to fear or uneasiness on what he planned to do with you.

You set your sniper down on the table as a signal to the lieutenant you're ready for your next challenge. And take a few steps away from the table with your back turned. Ghost walks up towards the table assembling and adding a random amount of bullets in the sniper mags. Both of you don't speak letting the silence linger between you two then it was required. You know the lieutenant is a strong muscular person with similar experiences in the military like Captain Price. You heard the rumors by others on base why he wears a skull balaclava ranging from honoring an dear old friend to hiding his identity/face due to some naughty injury or legal shit that only he and Price know about.  It wasn’t your place or business to know about the details so you leave it alone.

That was then and this is now and it doesn’t help that there's a possibility Ghost will get on you and give you an hardcore training routine. Or a write up and lecture from Price for the slightest disobedience or out of line tone. Back in boot camp you and your fellow peers learned to be obedient dogs, never question or judge your ranking officers’ orders even if it resulted in death. You’re starting to even question your choices with the demons coming back to attack you once again. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the lieutenant finished with the sniper on the table and placing his hand on your shoulder lightly.

“Oi, you’re alright Sugarcube? You seem a bit out of it for the past few weeks bloody hell, almost a month. What’s eating you alive inside?” he asks you with a bit of concern that leaks out of his rough voice and let go of your shoulder cause you to snap out of your traces. Not knowing how to respond to him properly.

“Aye, I’m alright lieutenant, just been deep in the woods about some things, it’s nothing too corcering to share about tho. Let’s just continue with the exercise and call it a day alright?” you say lying through your tongue trying not to worry him more. You went to grab the sniper off the table. And repeat the process again; find a good position, take everything in account, take deep breaths, steady yourself, aim, and fire on the paper target repeatedly until there’s no ammonation left. And set the snip down against the wooden wall of the range. You seem a bit disappointed with the result but it can be fixed with a bit more practice. You’re about to change the paper target again when Ghost stops you and places his hand in face of you.

“Rookie, you have been withdrawing from your responsibility and training in and around base, along with avoiding team briefing and training that involves mandatory attendance. You’re also been avoiding your teammates as well. Look, whatever you told Price won’t work on me. So I’ll ask again, are you alright?”

You feel your face flaring up in anger, shame, and embarrassment that you can’t escape now or even pretend that everything is alright. That you know deep down you aren’t okay and need to talk to someone about it. Sighing deeply you look up, staring at his brown color eyes there’s not turning back now. You told him everything about the aftermath of the exam and how it fuck up your mental and emotional state. And the reason why you were withdrawn for your duties and avoiding the 141 as a whole. Along with the whole nightmare of being torture being so real. After you’re done telling him what’s on your chest, you look away feeling stupid and small for letting this shit bother you for so long.

Ghost didn’t say anything while you told him your troubles listening and saying no words during this ordeal. He knows what you've been through and what you have endured during the exam. He told Price to go easy on you when he saw you and didn’t pull the “traumatize the rookie even more” card. Even though Price reassured him that it’ll be fine he still did anyway. All of them were surprised that you passed it without cracking under the pressure. But he’ll have to pay König a visit when he returns to teach him some less lethal torture methods to use on the new batch of recruits. 

Ghost looks around to make sure that both of you are truthly alone, and gently offers you a quick hug being careful with not hurting you or your body due to his buff form and strength. You were shocked by the action then slowly hugged him back gently and slowly feeling the floodgates of tears about to open. He holds you a bit closer against his body and gently rubs your back. After a long tearful silent comforting session between teammates, both you and the lieutenant left the gun range with everything back to their rightful place and a bit of clean up. With him leading you toward the office of one of the base therapists to help you get a fresh start on your recovery journey. Along with fresh new start on trust, developing bonds, and friendship among your peers throughout your new career within the military.

I know I sound like your mom but you kids need to stop fucking vaping

Alternatives to Squishmallow

So as many of you have probably already heard, Jazwares, the company that produces Squishmallows, is donating to charities that support Israeli soldiers and the IDF. They’re also supporting Canary Mission, which has been doxxing people who speak out against Israel. BDS hasn’t called for a boycott against them, but I can’t in good faith spend my money on their products, and I would strongly encourage everyone who enjoys plushies to really think long and hard about if you want to give your money to a company that’s helping support genocide!

But the holidays are coming up, and lots of us enjoy plushies and were fans of Squishmallow, and were planning to give Squishmallows to friends and family this year.

Fortunately, there are a number of great plushie companies out there, and I want to promote some of my favorites in the hopes that folks will get their plushie fix from a source that doesn’t side with Israel. So without further ado:

Fluffnest

Fluffnest got their start on Kickstarter a few years ago, and I adore the round shapes of their PuffPal plushies! My favorite is Pete the Possum, which is probably the best possum plush I’ve ever seen. I’ve also got a beautiful moth from their Kickstarter and I’ve been wanting their bats for ages. They also recently had a Kickstarter for an Animal Crossing-esque video game featuring their plushie characters and it looks fantastic.

Squishables

I can’t get over the plague doctor plushies. They’re so perfect and cute, and they’ve released other variations of them called Alter Egos, like a ghostly version, an alien, or a really sweet cottagecore one! They’ve got a ton of variety, but what I like the most are the fantasy plushies. There’s a lich! There are dragons and demons! Cryptids! Biblically accurate angels! A lot of really fun stuff!

Also they do a lot of great charity work! Right now they’re doing an auction for the Food Bank of New York City.

AfternoonFika

AfternoonFika is a very small business of only three people, but their plushies are extremely cute. They tend to sell out fast, so I recommend following them on social media to stay on top of any restocks! They recently released a line of dinosaurs that are precious, and of course I love their iconic cactus cat and cinnamon bun bunny.

Jellycat

Jellycat has been around since 1999, so they’re the oldest of these companies. They’ve got great designs, a ton of variety, and a lot of their plushies are made to be cuddled on and not just displayed. All three of my tiny nephews sleep with a different stuffed dog from Jellycat. My mom has a sun and several succulents that she uses as decorations. There’s a little something for everyone who enjoys plushies!

If you have any other favorite companies I haven’t mentioned, feel free to add on! I’ve enjoyed Squishmallows for a while now and I’m sad to see their leadership coming out on the side that’s committing war crimes on a daily basis, but this is a good time to discover new favorite plushie companies! And remember, money speaks loudly. Even if BDS hasn’t called for a boycott of Jazwares, it sends a message when sales start dropping for companies that support genocide. It’s a small thing, but the little things we do can add up!

Hey guys, you know about the Same Energy website right? has someone made a post about that? Cuz otherwise im gonna sing its praises to high heaven for its artistic references

‘Why is trending so weird’ because of tag spam. Because people (and bots) are tagging like it’s Instagram.

This is spam. It’s against TOS and it throws trending completely out of whack, along with being wildly annoying.

Please, please, PLEASE report posts like this as spam, because otherwise it’s just gonna get fucking worse

woke up to the absolutely gut-wrenching, horrifying news that mexican magistrate jesús ociel baena, the first nonbinary person to occupy that position in latin america, was murdered in their own home in aguascalientes alongside their partner

they were very beloved by the queer community in mexico and not only are we mourning, we are raging

rest in peace, magistrade. your legacy will prevail, and you will not be forgotten

Ghost never really learned how to properly tie a tie.

He never had reason to. Never had a father that would teach him, either. And when it comes to formal dress after joining the military, he’d always fidget and tug and prod at knots until they looked right, whether or not they were done properly.

He’s tried looking up tutorials, sure, but it’s just… overwhelming as to how many ways ties can be knotted. So he never bothers. Just does his best to pretend like he knows even when he’s so, so lost.

Because it doesn’t matter.

At least, not until—years down the line—his and Soap’s wedding.

Ghost figures it’s his time to finally learn, then, because it has to be perfect. He can’t mimic a knot for such an important day, just praying for the best, he has to do his tie up properly.

But he can’t.

He tries, over and over, watching videos and looking at picture-by-picture instructions, but he can’t. Ghost gets frustrated, hands trembling more and more every attempt until eventually he just… gives up. Rips off the tie and resigns himself to slumping into the nearest chair, running fingers desperately through hair he’d taken so long to make look nice.

Soap finds him much too close to the start of the ceremony, quick to rush to his side and ask what’s wrong.

Ghost isn’t sure when the tears had started welling, or when his bottom lip had started to wobble. He lets Soap gently guide his hands away from his head, pressing thumbs lightly into open palms.

“You’ll think it’s stupid,” Ghost mutters. His tie is loose around his neck, an irritating reminder of why he’s yet to be ready to meet Soap at the end of the aisle.

Soap smiles softly at him. He looks so handsome, as always—him and his perfectly tied tie.

“I doubt it,” he says, oh-so kindly. “Never is.”

Ghost laughs quietly, the sound shaky, watery. He swallows the lump that threatens to rise in his throat, peering into the comfort of Soap’s eyes to lend him strength as he confesses, “I can’t get my fucking tie right.”

“That’s all?” Ghost nods and Soap sighs, sitting down on his knees, pressing the back of Ghost’s hands to his forehead like an odd sort of worship. “Thank God. Had me worried you were rethinking things.”

"I'd never rethink this, I just—" Ghost takes a shuddering breath. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Ghost mourns the loss of Soap's warmth as he lets go of his hands. He lifts a hand to drag through Ghost's hair, surely mussing it in a way that looks better than the tangled mess Ghost had probably left it as. "All you had to do was ask for help."

Ghost's gaze falls to the ground as shame burns his ears. "I just didn't want you to think—"

"I'd never think any less of you for not bein' able to tie a tie, Simon," Soap assures him. "There's a stupid amount of ways to do it 'right', anyway. C'mere."

Ghost leans forward enough for Soap to have a comfortable grip on his tie. He watches Soap's face the entire time, the subtle concentration in his expression, though surely he should be paying attention to how he ties the knot instead.

He doesn't move even as Soap has switched to adjusting his collar and smoothing the artificial wrinkles of his dress shirt.

"Pure braw," Soap murmurs. He sits up to capture Ghost in a kiss, sweet and innocent and comforting.

"You're supposed to save that for after the vows," Ghost says once they break apart.

Soap barks out a laugh. "Prude," he teases.

He stands slowly, then, wincing when his knees crack as he gets up. Soap offers out a hand to Ghost, of which Ghost happily accepts.

Soap grins at Ghost, then, bright and blinding and full of love.

"Let's go get married, then, shall we?"

I'm very sorry that I'm not very creative with names for this AU but I trust this fandom to help me out here

So here some GhostSoap Boxer/Writer mixed AU dump/idea for all you since I can't contain my hyperfixation/brainrot along with doing a poll for an Name for this AU later

Ghost and König being rival boxer with Price being Ghost's personal coach/trainer along with Gaz and other person(s) who I haven't figured out yet be König's (probably one of the villains like shepherd or something haven't plan it out tho)

Roach being Ghost/Simon's supportive friend from childhood who's a writer but Non-verbal who's writings have an effect on people

Soap/Johnny will either be the new/rookie boxer or writer in the group who's get head over heels on Ghost by accidently walking in on him in locker room/dress area

Alejandro and Rodolfo aka Rudy are the Spanish language commentator and whistleblowers

Ghost used to attend and participate in illegal underground fights as a young teen as a coping outlet from his abusive household before doing legal professionals boxing

Gaz is the co-coach for Ghost who handles the equipment and training routine for Ghost to try out along with having medical knowledge

Roach is Simon/Ghost's emotional support person when he becomes emotionally unstable when things get out of hand

Price is an father figure towards Simon/Ghost and treat him like his own son and they go out to celebrate with the team when they lose and win a match giving Simon/Ghost a chance to be himself without any doubts/problems

Valeria is the owner and the main antagonist in this AU (basically she's a business villain tycoon)

Soap and Gaz have this brotherly friendship relationship along with telling him his interest in Ghost and vice versa with Ghost with Roach (Basically both Roach and Gaz known that Soap and Ghost love each other but the lovebird don't know that)

If you're a fanfiction writer on ao3 please also lock your fanfiction down to registered accounts only because ai is invading ao3 and the founders of ao3 have been encouraging people to private their work so they are less likely to have their work stolen

I just knew this from a discord server so I'll make all of my works became private works! It will get less kudos but it's better than getting stolen.

I also got accused of copying other work too even though I didn't! I spent months just writing 1 chapter till finish and got accused wthhh

I will definitely say if it's got inspired by other fanfictions or music or fanart maynn

I have not plan this out yet but I'm interested in doing an GhostSoap Boxer/writer mixed AU

So apparently some people new to Tumblr think a repost and a reblog are the same thing, so when they see creators asking for people to not repost, they’re thinking the creators are saying to not reblog 😭

Y'all, a repost is when you copy/download the work and create a new post using the work making it seem as if it’s yours. A reblog is you using a site provided feature to share the creator’s post directly from the creator so that it’s still credited to them and they still get all of the traction/notes from the work.

Please, reblog fics/art/etc. that you enjoy! Reblogging is not reposting! Creatives need support too, and reblogging is a way to do that!