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@thebrightestvessel
"The Goddesses above, do they not guide me?"
Hello Umablr. I am White Vessel. I am currently on a losing streak and I am searching for the answer through devotion.
The Godesses are almighty. They are strong. They are wonderful and plentiful in their blessings.
..With my devotion, my streak will break.
Two firm knocks signal their arrival.
Shirokun opens the door without any real care for permissions, standing awkwardly in the doorway like a toddler.
They don't look much like Vessel. They're taller, visibly more disheveled, slightly more grayish hair, and they have green-blue eyes. And they carry the scent of cigarette smoke with them.
..morning. I couldn't text, but the visiting hours are open. My car is somewhat near the dorms.
The glance at the pink ribbon fastened at Eleven's tail, but they don't say anything.
'M pretty sure that the Academy wouldn't mind if you miss a little training, would they?
~ @thebrightestvessel (//technically.)
*Eleven stared at the Vessel sound-alike with wide, empty eyes. She looked like shit. Yesterday's makeup was smudged and tracked across her face, her hair a mess. She was wearing some shitty, hole-littered tee that she didn’t remember owning with an equally abused pair of pants. The pink ribbon tied around her tail was still there, the bow now halfway undone and uneven. She barely looked like she even went to Tracen, let alone looking like a racer.*
They wouldn’t even notice that I left.
*Her voice was uncharacteristically quiet, like someone had sucked the vibrance from her. She wasn’t convinced that it was a partial lie. Even if logically, she should know that her trainer will end up calling her to ask where she is. She followed Shirokun, eyes locked on the floor.*
*Her ears flicked around at any noise that could’ve been Vessel’s, like she was willing the uma to her side.*
The hallways are mostly quiet, except for the distant chatter of Umamusume training and the heating systems audibly struggling under the sudden temperature change.
Shirokun doesn't talk, keeping their hands in their jacket pockets. Their gaze flicks to one of the windows they pass by, and back to Eleven.
..wearing a t-shirt in a literal snowstorm isn't the wisest choice, but they don't comment on it.
Their gaze stays put on the clicking of their boots against the floor, betraying nothing.
//ok dont kill me but i just figured out that i was using the wrong source and vessel ran in medium-length races and not sprints. oops.
WHAT. Like, to all of that
//nothing is funnier then hitting the yuri with a semi truck! heh.
.
ok fine yall can kill me
*After a lot of consideration, Eleven finally decided to leave five minutes early. There was never any harm in wanting to be prepared! She left her dorm, her steps sounding confident despite her jumbled nerves. When she arrived at the location - a hill with one of those ancient trees that make you feel tiny - she smiled. Leave it to Vessel to find a place that felt so… soft naturally.*
*She did a silent lap around the tree before she stood in front of it and started waiting for the devotee’s arrival. Five minutes passed. Then fifteen. Then twenty. Odd. No sign of the white haired uma. No text that said they were running late. Eleven felt stress starting to form a pit in her stomach. Maybe they were stuck in a conversation with their trainer. Or they hadn’t realized that the selected time overlapped with their worship time.*
*So ten more minutes passed. And she was left alone with nothing but the quiet breeze and an anxiety that slowly consumed all of her thoughts.*
..Vessel doesn't show up. Not after twenty minutes, not after thirty minutes either.
The one thing that does show up, is a call from a number that's.. Slightly familliar. It's a saved contact, just loosely named "less religious vessel".
The voice on the other side isn't Vessel. Or the true owner of that phone.
..Hello?
The voice doesn't sound like anyone familliar. Like a deeper and raspier Vessel.
This is.. uh. This is Star Eleven, right?
..whoever is calling sounds like they're scared shitless.
*Eleven may not recognize the voice, but she can easily identify the stress it carries. She goes rigid, her free hand balling into a fist and then relaxing over and over like the repetitive motion will help anyone.*
Yes, this is Star Eleven… You aren’t Yuki. What’s happening.
*She can’t help the edge in her voice, or the way she’s attempting to pretend the world isn’t threatening to start tilting beneath her. She tries so hard to not let her every thought go dark. She’s gone so long since her last episode, damnit. But she can really only delay the inevitable.*
Yep, I'm not Yuki.
The unknown voice coughs. It's impossible to tell if they're trying to rub it into Eleven's face with that cough or not.
It's.. Well. It's a little complicated. But-
They pause.
Vessel got in a car crash. I mean- No- Is that the right word for it? She was walking with Dish and a truck rammed into her side.
..Silence.
Then a fit of coughing. The unknown voice audibly struggles to get back on track with their train of thought.
Ack- Sorry. She's.. She's in the hospital, not dead. Sorry for scaring you. She almost shrugged it off, 'aint dead, do ya hear me?
..Pretty sure visiting hours are closed by now, but I can bring you to her in the morning. She's not in the best mental state, I'll admit. But it can't hurt to drag you along.
*After a lot of consideration, Eleven finally decided to leave five minutes early. There was never any harm in wanting to be prepared! She left her dorm, her steps sounding confident despite her jumbled nerves. When she arrived at the location - a hill with one of those ancient trees that make you feel tiny - she smiled. Leave it to Vessel to find a place that felt so… soft naturally.*
*She did a silent lap around the tree before she stood in front of it and started waiting for the devotee’s arrival. Five minutes passed. Then fifteen. Then twenty. Odd. No sign of the white haired uma. No text that said they were running late. Eleven felt stress starting to form a pit in her stomach. Maybe they were stuck in a conversation with their trainer. Or they hadn’t realized that the selected time overlapped with their worship time.*
*So ten more minutes passed. And she was left alone with nothing but the quiet breeze and an anxiety that slowly consumed all of her thoughts.*
..Vessel doesn't show up. Not after twenty minutes, not after thirty minutes either.
The one thing that does show up, is a call from a number that's.. Slightly familliar. It's a saved contact, just loosely named "less religious vessel".
The voice on the other side isn't Vessel. Or the true owner of that phone.
..Hello?
The voice doesn't sound like anyone familliar. Like a deeper and raspier Vessel.
This is.. uh. This is Star Eleven, right?
..whoever is calling sounds like they're scared shitless.
..I have a feeling that something is going to stop me from competeting in the Teio Sho.
It'll be fine. The Goddesses have no reason to make me get injured so close to a race.
On National Unagraphic today we have... two fat yuripilled umamusume in their natural habitat.
Nature is beautiful. Take this as a reminder to touch grass.
I don't care if Crown, Royal, and Heaven are trans. They must die like all their other disgusting siblings.
KEEP BOMBING THEM!
DOWN WITH THE OPEDOTO FREAKS! KILL THEM ALL!
((Only Swansong and Upstage deserve to be spared.))
((Can you please stop? Why can't you just let people have fun? As mod running this blog, it is very upsetting to me. I am trans myself and seeing you do this isn't okay.
ok im jumping off of my umablr accounts to kinda explain the whole threats towards the kids.. not trying to defend anyone here.
the threats arent based on the kids being trans. they're based on the fact there are 7 opedoto fankid accounts, 36 kids in total, and most of them indirectly* harass others for not shipping opedoto.
(*as in through roleplay, trying to push other umablr accounts to force opedoto, ex: ..a good handful of blogs on here.)
"I don't care" = "It doesn't matter that they're trans."
The kids aren't getting attacked for being trans, they're getting attacked for people finding them really annoying. There are a lot of trans characters and mods if you dig hard enough. Umablr isn't "dangerous" to trans people. There's rarely any transphobic or homophobic content, unless it's for lore or roleplay.
"But.. Liz, why are they attacking me?" Long story short, you're technically a part of the opedoto fankid problem by running and hosting an account filled with fankids. I'm pretty sure for most of the other blogs, most of umablr has them blocked or they just delete hate in their inbox.
Imagine it like this, let's condense ships into being types of food. Such as, Opedoto = apple sauce, Opefujin = soup.
You (and the other people running the fankid accounts) like apple sauce. There are areas where people like apple sauce.
Making countless fankids, tons of accounts, and tons of posts to swamp the Umablr tag, is like shoving apple sauce down peoples throats.
Some people like apple sauce and don't mind. The others, however, like soup. So they really, really don't like it when you shove apple sauce down their throat.
No more analogy, back on track..
Most of Umablr revolves around the Opefujin plot going on. They got married. Lots of oldgen blogs know. It's practically been set in stone.
Trying to replace all of that with opedoto, including with fankids, is like trying to change the words etched on a gravestone. The best you can do is put a piece of paper, and people will rip that off.
This whole post is meant to explain why people are getting negative towards the fankids. Mostly because all of your messages (ex: "why are you doing this?" "cant i just have fun?") heavily imply that you don't understand why people are being aggressive. (/nm, not in a negative light)
As a word to you and the other accounts, whether you all leave or stay, please don't force ships onto others. The internet is bulit for cherry picking what you like through algorythmns and the block button.
Do you not like the Opefujin going on? Block that Opera and Fujin blog.
Do you want more Opedoto in your feed? Search it up and like all of the posts, like and follow the blogs that actually go through with Opedoto.
Getting more of something specific on your page is very, very easy. Swamping the Umablr tag and creating 36 fankids to terrorize roleplays is not one of them. You can't brute force your way into pushing the entirety of Umablr to ship Opedoto. You can't. Umamusume is built for multishipping.
^ This also applies to all of those Opedoto (and that one Tachycafe anon I saw) anons. You can cherry pick. Tumblr is built for that. Don't force Umablr to ship one ship, that isn't how a fandom works.
If you're really leaving, okay. That's fine. I personally hope you can find a fandom that feels more comfortable for you.
I dont know if that was too much text, but I hope everyone who sees this has a wonderful day!
//i dont know how to pace this so um. please dont kill me.
..hi.
Vessel pauses, fidgeting with her hands as she struggles.
Sorry for showing up again so suddenly, I just wanted to tell you- ask? Is that it? I wanted to ask you something.
I found this really pretty area near the Academy, and it's great for training. I wanted to ask.. Would you want to train with me there? Later today?
It'd be at 7 PM, and um- The address is [//pretend this is an actual address]. I can write it down or text you if you forget, anything works. It's- It's way later because it gets prettier at night, and I guess you'd get more guts running from animals out there... Ah, sorry-
Will you go with me? Please?
*Eleven went red, mismatched eyes going wide. Her ears twitched, like she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. She blinked, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as she processed what her rival (although it doesn’t feel right to call them that. It never had) had offered her. She didn’t remember stepping closer, or taking the devotee’s hand in her own. She could barely think over the rampant sound of her heart thudding against her chest.*
Yes!- holy fuck- I mean- ….hi. Yes. I’d like to go with you. Text me the address. Wear something nice. Don’t be late. I’ll be counting on you. Don’t keep me waiting, okay?
*When had she gotten so good at that? Was she always good at that? Vessel’s hands were soft. Had she been holding them for too long? Her mind raced as she stared into those seemingly endless blue eyes. Like irises built directly from the space between stars. She wouldn’t mind getting sucked into there. She wouldn’t mind melting into the white-haired uma. She wanted to intertwine with her so deeply that their cells merged. Was this what she had been hiding from herself? She couldn’t name one good reason why she’d denied herself such a feeling.*
(//guh…. How could chara make me write this….. gotta push past the transmasc to find the last few specks of lesbian for the stupid horses😢…..)
Vessel turns as red as a tomato at Eleven's words, her ears losing their usual restless flicking instantly.
Y-yeah. I'll text you an hour before, you should wear something nice too- But something that you can run in!
She knew that this very clearly wasn't a training proposal.
She knew that she couldn't laugh it off with it being platonic, not with how she wanted to pull Eleven into a hug and nuzzle her head into her neck, to prove to herself that there's someone, someone warm, someone alive that can reciprocate her devotion.
..I'll be waiting for you, I won't be late.
Right. Runnable.
*Eleven smiled, affection coating her expression. Her thumbs started mindlessly rubbing the back of Vessel's hands, the domesticity of the situation sparking butterflies in her stomach. She ignored the urge to pull the white haired uma closer and press their lips together. That would come later. After tonight, at the very least. Almost unwillingly, she pulled her hands back and let them rest at her sides again, still smiling warmly at the devotee.*
well then, I'll see you tonight.
(//no I didn't almost send this on my main your just crazy)
Vessel visibly jolted at the tiny amount of physical touch. She looked more like she was shoved to the starting gate at the last second rather than just spending time with her best friend.
Uh huh.. Yeah, I'll see you then.
She turns and leaves with a surprising amount of nerves, almost running head first into a wall.
*Eleven closed the door and practically went spineless against it, her skirt forming a puddle of fabric around her as she replayed what just happened. She could still feel Vessel's hands on her own, could still hear that little gasp that she doubted Vessel even realized she made. She swallowed, face still burning as she realized there was now a countdown till she saw her closest ally again.*
haaah..... how did I let you creep into my life so thoroughly, hm?
(//pretend this is hours later. i um. i lowkey forgot i had to respond.)
Eleven's phone buzzes, exactly at 6:22 PM.
*Hello! Just reminding you again, the address is [//meow]. I can't wait to train with you!! ^_^*
Alright all. I don't know why it has to be said, but you can't be forcing your ship onto other people. Let people ship what they want to ship. Let them like what they want to. It is not an attack on opedoto for someone to ship Opera with someone that isn't Doto. And I am saying this as someone who likes opedoto as a ship, also as someone in the umablr rp scene.
Things are a bit crazy in the umablr rp scene with the pop up of the opedoto fankids cult. Yes, it is a cult with the way they are acting and talking. That is definitely a cult.
Tagging with the ship because this post does involve them
touches you in a questionable but non-sexual way (bc thats eleven's job)
Vessel just stares blankly as the Anon pets her from head-to-toe in one single stroke.
..she gets flustered pretty quickly, visibly reddening after the action.
Thank you? I- Er, It's not every day that someone does that.
Whens your debut race lil bro.
Wait your a senior
Whens your retirment race old man.
..I'm not planning to retire anytime soon. I want to do more races to prove my strength and devotion.
If I broke one of my legs in a race, I'd retire. I haven't done that many races yet.
I don't have a good timeframe for retiring, outside of accidents like that.
hey have you seen whatever weird deranged yuri is happening between Star Eleven and White Vessel? we should really stop giving umas race rivals they always end up in some degree of dating this has to be a conflict of interest
Common rivals to lovers W
//i dont know how to pace this so um. please dont kill me.
..hi.
Vessel pauses, fidgeting with her hands as she struggles.
Sorry for showing up again so suddenly, I just wanted to tell you- ask? Is that it? I wanted to ask you something.
I found this really pretty area near the Academy, and it's great for training. I wanted to ask.. Would you want to train with me there? Later today?
It'd be at 7 PM, and um- The address is [//pretend this is an actual address]. I can write it down or text you if you forget, anything works. It's- It's way later because it gets prettier at night, and I guess you'd get more guts running from animals out there... Ah, sorry-
Will you go with me? Please?
*Eleven went red, mismatched eyes going wide. Her ears twitched, like she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. She blinked, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as she processed what her rival (although it doesn’t feel right to call them that. It never had) had offered her. She didn’t remember stepping closer, or taking the devotee’s hand in her own. She could barely think over the rampant sound of her heart thudding against her chest.*
Yes!- holy fuck- I mean- ….hi. Yes. I’d like to go with you. Text me the address. Wear something nice. Don’t be late. I’ll be counting on you. Don’t keep me waiting, okay?
*When had she gotten so good at that? Was she always good at that? Vessel’s hands were soft. Had she been holding them for too long? Her mind raced as she stared into those seemingly endless blue eyes. Like irises built directly from the space between stars. She wouldn’t mind getting sucked into there. She wouldn’t mind melting into the white-haired uma. She wanted to intertwine with her so deeply that their cells merged. Was this what she had been hiding from herself? She couldn’t name one good reason why she’d denied herself such a feeling.*
(//guh…. How could chara make me write this….. gotta push past the transmasc to find the last few specks of lesbian for the stupid horses😢…..)
Vessel turns as red as a tomato at Eleven's words, her ears losing their usual restless flicking instantly.
Y-yeah. I'll text you an hour before, you should wear something nice too- But something that you can run in!
She knew that this very clearly wasn't a training proposal.
She knew that she couldn't laugh it off with it being platonic, not with how she wanted to pull Eleven into a hug and nuzzle her head into her neck, to prove to herself that there's someone, someone warm, someone alive that can reciprocate her devotion.
..I'll be waiting for you, I won't be late.
Right. Runnable.
*Eleven smiled, affection coating her expression. Her thumbs started mindlessly rubbing the back of Vessel's hands, the domesticity of the situation sparking butterflies in her stomach. She ignored the urge to pull the white haired uma closer and press their lips together. That would come later. After tonight, at the very least. Almost unwillingly, she pulled her hands back and let them rest at her sides again, still smiling warmly at the devotee.*
well then, I'll see you tonight.
(//no I didn't almost send this on my main your just crazy)
Vessel visibly jolted at the tiny amount of physical touch. She looked more like she was shoved to the starting gate at the last second rather than just spending time with her best friend.
Uh huh.. Yeah, I'll see you then.
She turns and leaves with a surprising amount of nerves, almost running head first into a wall.
*chanting*
Go Vessel Go *clap*
Go Vessel Go *clap*
Kiss her on the Mouth *clap*
Go Vessel Go *clap*
//hi im responding as the mod because um. i dont know how vessel would react. also that made me giggle thank you.
//im also responding mostly because i dont want to humilliate vessel anymore..... 6yeah.... um...
do you have siblings?
Yep, 8 of them.
I have one older sister, Shirokun. The rest are younger than me.
Those sisters are Yukichan, Mama's Dish, Yuki, Marshmallow, Blanc Manger, Marble Cake and Buchiko.
..it's a little weird if you look into it, Cake and Buchiko are still in school and they're technically aunts.
