#🌧Intro🌧

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Hey! I'm Petrichor/Petri, and I use he/they pronouns :)

I've been on Tumblr for many years now (different blogs) and I decided I wanted a fresh start!!

~about me~

I am a minor- over 18s are welcome on my blog, but no NSFW accounts please!! (terfs, homophobes, racists, etc. = DNI)

I am autistic- a lot of my posts will be related to this!! I also have a lot of mental and physical health problems, so be prepared to see a lot of vents :)

I have been battling a self-harm addiction for 9 years (currently not clean :/) and disordered eating for 6 1/2.

I am transgender FtM and bi-aroace (technically, I'm nebularomantic but, but I say aro usually as it is easier for people to understand).

~what do I like?~

My favourite film is The Imitation Game (my beloved <3), and I like shows and flims such as: Ghosts, Horrible Histories, Bridgerton, Heartstopper, Sherlock, Moomin, Good Omens, Bluey, Stranger Things, Shameless, Hidden Figures, Brooklyn 99 and Coraline.

I LOVE musicals. My favourites are Hamilton, Six, ★Dear Evan Hansen★, Hairspray and Les Misèrables.

I like reading too!! My favourite books are The Seven Sisters series by Lucinda Riley

Music is my main coping mechanism, I listen to music every day and it helps me massively :)

>My favourite band is Bears in Trees and I mostly listen to indie/vent music and musicals

My hyperfixations are Dear Evan Hansen, whale sharks, plants, stationery, writing, poetry, Hamilton, anagrams + word puzzles, birds, sharks, alpacas, space and The Imitation Game.

I have an ESSA (emotional support stuffed animal) called Ebony. She is a dragon palm pal and I take her everywhere!!

☆about my neurodiversity☆

•about my mental and physical health•

my mutuals are:

@kaipler-22b

@mossy-introvert

@loulooser

@s1l4s-w0rsh1ps-t0m4t03s

@sunshinerosefromthedead

@sp4rklemuffin

tags!!

#petri rambles

#petrichor's thoughts

#petri vents

#petri-tism

#petrichor-blimey

#petrichor outside!!

#petri 🌿

current health (mental and physical) situation:

-long term depressive episode

-chronic insomnia (the same as I've had since I was 7)

-mobility flare up (especially in my knees, I can't walk for too long without large amounts of pain)

-chronic nausea (which is linked to suspected POTs, I believe)

-major anxiety and emetophobia

-unmasked!! this is a positive I think

-stress-related tics

-sui ideation/thoughts

-relapses :(

[petrichorium]

,,,,,, that man from your discussion post reminded me of my prof for a ethics and law in technology class,,,, old ass white dude who somehow alwayssssss manages to bring it back around to trump and how great he is,,,, ask me how many times we’ve talked about ethics OR law,,,,, NONE,,,, not once 😭

It’s so shocking to see insane ppl like that irl it’s like oh wow u really exist and breathe the same air as me ur not just some computer program huh…….. and u have a wife and children too 💀 plus TERRIFYING to imagine a neurosurgeon like this??? Fuck if I know if he’s telling the truth abt that but there probably are plenty of brainrotted doctors running around either way and that’s just so scary. Anyway u have all my sympathy this is just some rando it must be awful w a whole professor like that 😔

[tsailatte]

WHERE: rabbit creek, just outside dracula's coffin club WHEN: 18th june, late morning WHO: anyone! ( @anchoragestarters ) CAP: none for now

Somehow, Yuchen Tsai had slept through a fire. He'd woken up in the living space above the shop, completely none the wiser until he'd opened his bedroom window and caught sight of the scorched exterior of the building next door. Now that he was stood outside, staring hopelessly up at the Coffin Club's façade, he could see that it had faced the very same fate. Slumping his shoulders, Yuchen whistled and said, 'Oof, Bà's not gonna like this." The Coffin Club had, after all, been his father's passion project, forced into Yuchen's less than willing hands when his parents up and moved back home. "At least it's only the outside...? And maybe insurance will cover it?" It wasn't clear whose reassurance he wanted; Yuchen was very much in the habit of talking to himself.

But when a passer-by did happen to float past, Yuchen was quick to move, side-stepping into their path so suddenly that they'd have no choice but to stop directly in front of him or crash right into him. That wasn't by design, he just really hadn't thought this one through. "Hey, you heard about the fire, right?" he asked, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. "Because I kinda got a problem on my hands." Yuchen lifted his arm, a finger pointed at a plastic statue of a man, dressed in a black coat with red lining, whose face and one half of his body had been horribly disfigured in some sort of...melting incident. "I need to do something with ol' Dracula here." He stepped up to the statue and gave it a good smack for emphasis, before immediately snatching hand away. Kinda sticky. Ew. "Think you could help?"

[xoweathervane]

INTRO ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

• soren, they/them

• currently 15, don't get too crazy

• autism, adhd, suspected depression and/or cluster b

• genderfluid, lesbian, arospec

INTERESTS ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

• communications, specifically case two (god i LOVE case two i love it i love it its taken my entire brain hostage)

• omori (god i LOVE omori it's been my special interest for almost three years)

• identity v (i fucking suck at it)

• the post traumatic manifesto

• ride the cyclone

• kpop girl groups

• old books

• astronomy

EXTRA INFO ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

• no dni, but i do block freely! it's pretty rare that i block at all though

• i am also very frightened of interacting with my mutuals so if any shy mutuals see this. hi it's okay to talk to me i'm probably more afraid of you than you are of me

• i write both original stories and fanfiction. 99.9% of what i write does not get finished. oh well. also my ao3 is starfruit_cola and i mostly write omori fics although there's a couple of ghost and pals oneshots too

OTHER BLOGS ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

aubrey plushie picture dump: @sweetdream-bubblebunny

oc blog: @tempus-et-poena

non-fandom writing: tba

[trevorsgodmother]

𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓻…(C.S 🌧)-pt. 1

ALL PARTS Warnings: Angst, swearing, mentions of death and getting drunk, crying, denial POV: Third person/first person(Chris) Summary: Y/N's been gone for so long...but Chris still isn't used to it

Chris stumbles into his room at 3am, drunk. His vision's blurry, and it feels like he's floating. He manages to change out of his hoodie and jeans, and into pyjama pants, slipping into bed, immediately grabbing his girlfriend and hugging her close to him. She smiles softly, the smell of alcohol hitting her. "Hey, Chris, are you drunk?" He looks up at her hazily, and nods. "Mhm...'m so tired. Sorry if I woke you up...sorry..." She giggles softly, running a hand through his messy hair. "It's ok baby, I was waiting for you. How do you feel?" He snuggles closer into her, his drunkenness making him extra clingy. "Feel fine...wanna sleep..." "Ok baby, we can sleep."

TIMESKIP TO THE MORNING: (Chris' POV)

I wake up, wincing as my hangover causes a pounding headache to start. I look around, confused. "Y/N?" Matt, who was dozing in the corner, wakes up fully. "Chris. Are you ok? You were drunk as fuck last night-" "Matt, where's Y/N-" I stop speaking, my face crumbling in realisation. Whenever I got drunk, I forgot that the love of my life had died 3 months ago. Time wasn't healing me at all, regardless of what my therapist had said. Matt walks over to me, pulling my slumped form into a hug. The tears start quickly, not giving me time to stop them. I cry quietly into my brother, the loss hitting me for what seems like the millionth time since that night.

"Hey...hey buddy, you're ok, it's ok. Did you dream about her again?" Matt asks. I nod, clutching his shirt tightly. "It felt- so real-" I choke out. My breathing's ragged. These dreams i've been having feel like reality, and waking up brings me to the crushing realisation that they're not. That I'll never see her again, hug her, kiss her, do anything with her...my sobs intensify. Matt sighs, stroking my hair softly. Just like she did in those fucking dreams. Nick peeks in, and his face falls. He took her death hard too, she was his best friend and he was the reason we met. He sits down next to me quietly, patting my back while I let out yet more sadness in the form of tears. It was never ending, feeling like it swallowed me whole while I tried to heal. After I calm down enough, Matt slowly stands up. "You want something to eat?" I blink. Right, eating. I knew if it wasn't for my brothers, I probably wouldn't remember to take care of myself. It got hard, and I was so thankful for them. "Yes please."

A/N: Lil intro to the seriessss. Literally cried, idk if it's just me but sometimes the thought of death being so 'permanent' makes me wanna sob. If y'all wanna be in this series' taglist, just shoot an ask <3 Taglist: @hearts4werka @m00nl1ghts1vt @stvrnzcherries Please give feedback and don't steal 🙏😔.

Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3 -Ropitipop 👁👅👁

[bugluv00]

Quick Introduction to...

The Lollygagging System

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BYF: Please do not come talk to me just to tell me who/what I can or can't interact with. I'm a 25 y.o adult who lived in an abusive household for 20 years, I did not escape my prison and earn freedom just for others to try take it again. This is the online and if you can't make friends then block them. There's no reason to attack me for wanting to be a kind and understanding person, and I'll block you with the beautiful power of the internet. I'll be talking about triggering things, random things, anything so be prepared.

DNI: Assholes, Creeps, Paraphiles, MAPs, Racists, Ableists, Transphobes, Transmedicalists, anyone under 16, anyone who's looking for a fight, anyone expecting me to obey them

Read below for more:

Interests: Art, Drawing, Reading, World-Building, Cartoons and Comics, Anime, Ponies and Clowns

Note: I am a DID system, traumagenic origin, severe CPTSD. No I do not care if you're endo, I believe plurality inherently exists as a brain model and becomes severe and dissociative upon experiencing severe trauma at an early age. Both existences can be true without impacting the other. I think it's inherently wrong to claim you have DID without experiencing severe trauma, just like I think it's wrong to do this with any illness.

Frequent Fronter List:

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Audrey (🍭) she/they

Mimi (🎀) she/her

Kitty (🐾) they/them

Percy the Clown (🎭) he/they

In Between:

Saint Gloria (🌟) she/her

Inner Members:

Princess Fluttercorn (💗) she/her/glimmer

The Advisor (✒️) he/him

The Fat King (👑) he/him

The Drunk (💢) he/him

Experiement 1 (🦎) it/he

(If you want to know a member's purpose then please politely ask!)

Intro written by: 🌟 [edited by another]

[ominous-faechild]

🌧💧 LATE APRIL 💧🌧

NEWSLETTER

Stealing (with permission) an idea from @the-letterbox-archives, I'm starting a semi-regular “newsletter” where I post a list of my recent story posts since the last newsletter!

These will mostly be what are essentially masterlists of links. I'll probably be putting them out twice a month, once toward the beginning and another toward the end. They'll include everyone on all my taglists to keep y'all up-to-date with whatever you've missed!

To begin:

shitpost - the stories as out-of-context spoilers

THE BLAZING TRINITY

“DEMONIC” MAGIC - NEW (short) STORY RELEASE (literally just a RFTA villain backstory/prequel)

story intro table of contents genesis aesthetic(/shitpost) part 1 - “foreshadowing” part 2 - “changing my ways” part 3 - “do as you planned...” part 4 - “meeting with 'father'” part 6 - “the cursed boy” part 7 - “favor for a—?” (tbc.'d)

bonus scene (approx 10 years after)

RISING FROM THE ASHES:

story intro out-of-context scene - “softboi algernon”

out-of-context spoilers/scene/shitpost - sammy blames victor out-of-context spoilers/shitpost - caron's always right

WAVES OF MISFORTUNE:

intro (pending)

actual chapter outline - “un-familiar pitstop”

suspicion - part 1 suspicion - part 2 suspicion - part 3 bonus scene - "silly fox, runes are for wizards"

shitpost/loredump - socio-political setting shitpost - flavie's real name shitpost - benji's real nick-name shitpost - incorrect quotes

THE EXISTENTIAL WAR

(AKA "AVATAR NONSENSE" AND "OVER-ARCHING STORY")

wip intro bonus scene - order antagonizes ailwyn bonus scene - mistral antagonizes order bonus scene - stella & mistral introduction

avatars' obedience ask

shitpost - it's funny, just trust me shitpost - it's funny, trust me 2.0 shitpost - abdiel says his son is “weird”

EUGENE/ZENEBE SCENES

bonus scene/shitpost - "i have a boyfriend" a new immortal - part 1 a new immortal - part 2 (tbc.'d) bonus scene/shitpost - "oh my god, they were roomates..." scene - gtg soon

ASK GAMES

Blorbo Spam WIP Folder Tag Living Weapon Whumpee

(pls... i've only received asks for the last one...)

[fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes]

Chapter 2 of Two Rain-Drenched Detectives in a Gangster's Cherry Blossom Filled Mansion 🌸⛈

Gobblepot (=Jim Gordon x Oswald Cobblepot) x reader fluff

Chapter 2: Cherry Blossom Twigs and a Newspaper Article

<-last chapter

Author's note: Me: Hm, it seems like a long time has passed since the first chapter of this spring-oh, of this spring fic. 😂 (Fun fact: I wrote this intro in summer but am now writing this in autumn, that's how long it took me to finish the chapter, which I started immediately after the first one 🤫) In any case, the spring feeling here has more to do with hope & feeling at ease and Gotham is a cold place, so this should work just fine as a fall or winter fic. Or summer fic. 🙃🤭😂 Warnings: discussion of a murder/missing people case Word count: 2’431 Prompts added for this chapter: blanket, spring fever (the positive one) & cherry blossoms 🌸

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Oswald settled down in an armchair after ordering a small buffet for his favorite detectives. Just hearing your voices — and an unusually good-humoured Jim — had made his day after spending all of it ensuring that his businesses' purchases were stored in dry places and that his poorer employees would find a way to survive the weather.

Now all he had to do was wait. He peered outside. No trace of you two, and the wind was already picking up speed. He hoped you would arrive safely. Ah, there! A familiar car at the gate. He quickly hobbled over to press a button to open it.

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Jim's car came to a splashing halt in front of the old-fashioned gate to Oswald's mansion. Peering through the rain-dotted window, you didn't see a doorbell or guard. "I'll call—" The gate buzzed open, surprising you because of its old look. "Well, let's get inside." Above you a window was pulled open and Oswald appeared, shouting, "You can use my garage!"

A minute later you were dripping water onto an old-fashioned rug in the foyer, trying ti stay stil in fear of ruining the warm-toned wooden floor. So this was it. The Penguin's residence. You looked around curiously, seeing multiple interesting paintings and books, and eventually getting distracted by the sound of a cane on the floor.

"Oswald!" "Y/n, Jim!" He smiled. "So good to see you!" The kingpin walked over with two towels in his hand, handing you one. "If Jim's foresight can't keep you dry, at least mine can remedy some of its consequences." He winked at you and gave Jim, who took no offence, a playful nudge with the towel for him.

A young woman in a black-and-white uniform walked into the room, holding a vase filled with light rose-colored flower twigs. "Mr. Cobblepot, sir, where should I put the flowers?" "Ah." He smiled and thought about it, "Put them on the dining table. The smaller room." He nodded and adressed his guests again when she was gone, "I had the gardener come over and cut the cherry blossom tree outside, in case it gets destroyed by the storm."

"They, uhm, look good", Jim surprised you by voicing his opinion on someting insignificant in the present of the gangster, small as the compliment may be. "Yes, they bring some of that spring feeling into the house," you agreed, reckoning that this was the very same reason why Jim was in such a good mood today. Despite the weather being less than ideal for going outside, the change in tone was noticeable, hopeful in a way.

Oswald gifted you both with smiles, "My mother always had an eye for such things. Anyways," he turned around and gestured to the side, "feel free to use the shower, you must be cold." "No, thank you," Jim was quick to decline, then to correct himself to add to his high spirits, "We don't want to claim too much of your hospitality." "Oh," Oswald waved off, "take as much time as you need. Like I said: if it comes to it, you can stay overnight as my guests. There's plenty of space".

"What about you," he adressed you, "would you like to shower first? I'm sure Jim," he raised a playfully admonishing finger, "wouldn't want his partner to catch a cold." Their eyes were on you. "Oh, I can manage. He still has to drive me home afterwards. I don't want it to get too late for him." Jim gave a small smile at that. "Well, alright then," Oswald said, "but I insist on at least giving you something warm. You can hang your clothes up", he gestured to a row of coat hangers and hooks, "and just wait here. Tea should be ready in a minute and I'll fetch you something so that you don't drip on the floor." He disappeared at a quick pace despite his limp, leaving you and Jim looking at each other impressed and slightly surprised.

You nudged his side. "It's not everyday that a criminal offers you tea instead of a bullet in your head, huh?" You hung your raincoat on a hook. He shrugged, "Could almost get used to it." You turned away slightly. Of course there would be an "almost". Jim would never completely accept the friendship Oswald was offering the two of you. You couldn't even blame him: it was Jim's right to choose not to get close to a crime boss. At least he could joke about it at the moment. He might not be making the biggest exception, but he had never gotten as close to accepting Oswald's innocent-seemming offers as today, and you were happy to enjoy it while it lasted.

"I'm back again! Here you go." Oswald was about to put a big towel on Jim's shoulder when Jim took the soft fabric out of his hands and put it around his back with a "Thanks, no need for that." Oswald eyed Jim's wet blazer. "Are you sure you don't want to take that off?" Your partner scratched his neck and caught the small expression of amusement you tried to suppress. His eyes widened and he turned his gaze from you to Oswald, who noticed his cute abashment, "I...didn't mean to..." He gestured behind himself. "I can lend you a jacket. O-or a sweater, whatever you prefer." Jim gave him a smile and decided to take off the blazer after all. "Thank you, I'll just let this dry for now." He made to hang it up near your raincoat. Oswald stilled Jim's hand. "It will dry more quickly on a heater. I'll have someone take care of it. Now, if you'd follow me."

The house continued to be impressive and Oswald quickly regained his confidence while Jim trailed behind him, still with a faint hint of embarrassment on his face. The hallway was impressive as well, painted pictures lining the walls and the same wooden floor bringing a warm note into the house while raindrops tapped against the windows insistently.

Eventually the elegantly clad man halted in a big living room of sorts with old armchairs and a sofa to one side and a dining table to the other, a more private room, where he usually didn't receive guests. "Here we are. Where would you like to sit?"

You admired the no doubt expensive table and spotted the vase of cherry blossoms Oswald had instructed to put there. They only made the room more beautiful, empathizing the hopeful feeling in the air. Your gaze swept to multiple armchairs and a sofa with a table next to them. There were more than enough chairs for all of you to find something fitting, each looking comfortable, not to mention the sofa, which was looked soft, inviting you to warm up— Jim chuckled. "The sofa or the chairs, it seems." You chuckled. "That obvious?" "I can understand your expression", Oswald agreed, "The sofa is indeed very comfortable. As are the chairs." He turned away from the table, stepped back to allow Jim a better view, and made a welcoming gesture. "Have a seat wherever you'd like."

Not thinking about it for long, you sat down on one of the upholstered chairs and watched Jim take place on the one next to you. Sitting on a sofa with Jim or Oswald would only distract you from the case. The latter was still standing, looking away when you glanced his way eyeing Jim, who awkwardly folded the towel he had used to rub some of the rain out of his hair.

Oswald turned around to grab a bunch of fabric you hadn't even noticed, being too busy admiring the furniture. "If you're not going to take a shower, at least allow me to give you blankets." With a proud smirk he handed you a patterned one in red, orange and lilac and held a similar one out to Jim who felt the need to look away with all this hospitality Oswald was offering him. "No, thanks." Oswald gave him an impatient look that reminded you detectives of the power he held, especially in his own place. Still, Jim insisted, ever the stubborn person, "I'll warm up in no time." "Take it." Oswald gestured to you. "I don't have any use for this many blankets anyways. He remained standing for two seconds and then got seated in one of the armchairs himself. "Have it your way. The blankets are here." He put them onto the low table in the middle of you.

You wrapped up in the one he had given you and touched the fabric, which was surprisingly comfortable for something vintage, or at least something that you assumed was. "Thank you. The blanket is nice." "I'm glad to hear that. They often help with the cold..." Assuming that he was talking about his leg, he must be using them quite often, you mused. "The-they're washed, of course", the man added hastily and Jim gave your flustered host a trusting nod.

"So," you started, "the person we're looking for is a serial kidnapper who goes by 'The Spring Sword'. They've left their mark — a series of slashes on the ground — in front of multiple clubs where people disappeared, and the only witnesses are the three reporters who first covered the case and five people who want to remain anonymous. It w—"

There was a thunder so loud that you forgot what you were going to say and fidgeted with Oswald's blanket. The man gave you a smile and chimed in with a quick look outside, "And now you need to catch this kidnapper or killer before they drag the next person outside after this weather calms down? The weather reports certainly are on your side: the storm will hopefully have calmed by tomorrow but it's still supposed to rain heavily for the next days, so you should at least have less other crimes to deal with." "Yeah." You hadn't thought about it like this before. It was nice to get this positive outlook.

"How do you have time to keep up with the weather?" Jim blurted out. Oswald's eyes flitted down to this leg for a split second and he contemplated on what to say. The truth would bring him your sympathy but if Jim ever decided to use it against him... "It's your leg, isn't it?" Jim felt stupid for asking. "...Yes. It is. But don't worry, we're at home." Jim nodded and wondered how many times he'd barged into Oswald's club and made him stay there for longer than his leg could take, pushed Oswald against a wall when all he wanted was to sit down.

The two of them were quiet, Jim looking away and Oswald trying to decipher his concentrated look. You rose to speak, "It is a lovely home. Fits your style." "I try my best." So he had decorated a part of it. Then you're not just good at putting looks together. The words were at the forefront of your head but saying them would be too much. If Oswald got closer to you, which he most certainly would if you allowed it, you'd prefer him to get closer to Jim at the same pace. Okay, enough with the yearning. You were a detective.

"So, you've never heard of the 'Spring Sword'?" Oswald raised his index finger. "It didn't ring a bell at first. But..." He grabbed a newspaper from the table, perfectly prepared. "While you drove here, I had some time to freshen up my memory. It didn't actually read it in the news but it reminded me of something an... acquaintance asked me a few days ago." Jim grumbled, "And what was that about?" The gangster didn't let it deter him, "He wanted to know whether I was involved in the kidnappings. Because when his grandmother told him the news, some things didn't match his information." Oswald pointed to the new's article. You leaned forward, fingers brushing with Jim, who'd done the same thing. Both of you retracted your arms and concentrated on what Oswald explained.

"According to the news, faint slashing sounds could be heard from outside all clubs around the time the abductions or killings must've happened. If you ask the regulars though? No one heard a thing, not even from friends." "And you didn't deem it important to investigate?" Jim crossed his arms. "I—no," Oswald tried to defend himself, "well, it wasn't that long ago and at the time not many people had been kidnapped. But I assume there are more victims now?" You nodded. "The Spring Sword is a serial kidnapper or killer now, and the numbers have kept growing. At least until the weather started changing."

All three of you listened to the strong raining sounds from outside, the patter of droplets against the glass windows, and the wind making the trees bow. Turning to Jim, you wondered whether he really wasn't cold. With him being stubborn again, it could take some time until he took another offer from Oswald, and currently his hands were covering his arms pretty suspiciously. If only you could warm him up... Jim noticed your attention and relaxed his arms, now crossing them defensively. No, hugs weren't on the table right now, the newspaper was.

With three people having disappeared so far, the so-called Spring Sword may not seem like a special criminal, but they're a force to be reckoned with, having managed to kidnap, probably kill, multiple people in a busy spot of this city, and possessing more style than your average murderer. Follow our column to stay up to date. We're sure: there's more to come — and it will be thrilling.

"It's oddly sensationalist, isn't it?" you asked, making Oswald lean towards the newspaper and consequently you, who pointed towards the end of the article. Jim came closer too, brushing against both of you, seemingly too focused on the article to care. "Yes", Oswald figured, still waiting for your partner to finish reading. When Jim was done, the kingpin spoke again, "I know how the press can be: one day you're interesting because you're a criminal, the next, they try to appeal to your sense of mercy," Jim sent him a dirty look at that, "but no matter what, they try to make it entertaining. They need to, in Gotham. Everything's so unusual, the readers want to know the articles they're reading won't just all be the same. But—"

Someone knocked on the door. "Mr. Cobblepot, sir, the food plates are ready. Can I bring them in?"

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Author's note: Here you go, the next chapter before December starts ❤️ (most of you will probably see this in December ��) There's one more chapter planned, which will probably be published in 1.5-3 months. Keep in mind that I have other projects (not just ones for my blog) and that I always edit my works, before and after publishing them (hopefully before anyone reblogs it 😂). It's astounding how many mistakes I can miss even after reading through something at least ten times, often much more often. Before publishing the second chapter, I found and edited a total of 14 mistakes in the last one! 🤫 With that being said, what did you think of this chapter? 😊

->next chapter

[certified-monstrosity]

Welcome to my House of Horrors~

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[/sup, im Certified Monstrosity. im a name/nickname collector, so feel free to call me any of the following- Maestro (/maes), Anisten, Monstrosity, Nhoel, Bo, Devin, CryAnne (/cry), Kierstan (/kier), Siv, Sibil (/sibby), Seth, ... tbc]

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[/kinks and concepts my content may include: petplay, mdlb/ddlb, bondage, omorashi, teratophilia, somnophilia, CNC, fearplay, humiliation/embarrassment, dollification, voyeurism, exhibitionism, primal play, impact play, breeding, keraunophilia, olfactophilia, corruption, intoxication, stalking, electrical play, sadism, micro kink, omutsu, free use, hypno/conditioning, to be continued...]

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> Please TAG: messing/scat, fauxcest, hospital mentions, d34th mentions.

> Please DNI: detrans, misogyny/patriarchy, emetophilia, anything to do with religious play]

***DM RULES: CLOSED RIGHT NOW! TY<3

/no one over 25 unless i start the conversation.

/i am in college and have a life outside of this blog. i also have anxiety and dont always know how to respond. if i dont respond immediately or at all, please dont take it personally.

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tags~°`¤.*

• #chaos-by-monstrosity🎈 ~ my origional posts

• #teatime🫖 ~ ask replies

• #rabid🦷 ~ reblogs

these ones may be used on original posts or reblogged posts~°`¤.*

• #🌑.dom ~ my /dominant tag

• #🌧.switchy ~ my /switch tag

• #🌙.sub ~ my /submissive tag

• #💝.soft ~ soft concepts (still NSFW, but soft)

[/thats all for now, feel free to send asks! thx for stopping by, babe~]

• #🧃.edu ~ informational textposts

- Cry

[petrichorium]

3-5 for your jy selfship chara!!! (also sorry I made those questions so hard for no reason LMAAOSJA) -@yinyuedijun

PLSSSS no i wanna think abt this stuff mao but i WIll have to Think PFFT i genuinely am not smart enough to make kits im just gonna be nicking from welt & pela i fear,,,,,,,

3 — on their information card, what is your character's introductory description?

Executive assistant of the Meletean ambassador to the Xianzhou Luofu and commander in the Meletean Astrofleet. Always inundated with assignments from the ambassador, and often seen admonishing other members of the Meletean delegation. Has a particular disdain for starchess and a particular taste for peaches.

4 — what is your character’s path (e.g., hunt, destruction, nihility, etc.)?

i have decided on nihility bc vibes,,,,,, lore-wise i think my "home" faction is erudition??? havent quite hammered out the details on that but it's what im leaning towards. for my kit im nihility tho

5 — what element type is your character (e.g., lightning, imaginary, wind, etc)?

i was assigned imaginary by a poll months ago and i fear i have latched onto that,,,,, tho tbh i was leaning that way beforehand anyway.

send in an ask about my hsr self insert!

[varganardi]

Welcome to my account 💜

Hiii!

Welcome to my self-ship account!

Nice to have you here :)

My (nick)name is Espresso!

[Genderfluid, they/them-she/her pronouns]

Intro can be found here ☕💜

More about me and my ship can be found on Carrd!

I'll be posting s/i art, fictions and other self-ship content!

Keep in mind this is NOT a fandom blog.

If you're interested - I have an writing blog too (mostly fanfictions)

Ask in Messages for @ if you'd like to follow 💜

I'm always happy to get to know new people!

Feel free to inbox or message me!

My fav shows/movies are: Breaking Bad/Better call Saul, La casa de Papel, Twin Peaks and The hunger games (+ TBOSAS)

I'd love to discuss it with someone!

Or just tell me about your fav author or singer :)

That's all for now!

Here's a masterlist for my account and it's content <3

🦋💕 🦋💕 🦋💕

DNI list

Pro-shippers

Homophobes/transphobes & misogynistic people

If you make fun of selfships (if you feel called out - wtf are you even doing on my acc in the first place?? ��

espresso-ships Masterlist

FANART!!! <33

Varganardi by @lisasbasket 🥹 <3

Varganardi by @hanamisofficialspouse <33

Varganardi by @laloverboyy :') <3

Imagines & comforts

Only you

Mental health ❤️

They're fine

Their first choice.

Thunderstorms ⛈💕

Pets 🐾💕 - Part 2!

Drawing each other ✏🎨💕

Double dates!!! 🙏

Selfshippers with ADHD!

Amusement park dates 🎢💕

Comforting your f/o 🌧🫂

They LOVE you (meme pt 1)

Meme pt 2

Canon? EW

Varganardi

Understand my ship

Laura intro

4 quick questions

Them

Sims 4

Athenobi

Understand my ship

Make-up

Just them being chaotic

Sims 4 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Both

Who's most likely?

Random questions

Aesthetics

Who's "the"?

About us

Gushing <3

Varganardi

Just them being cute

Short king 🫅

Picnic 🧺💕

Screencap redraw

Lake date 🌊💕

Night routine 💤❤

My love

Teen AU

Laura in BCS

Movie night 🎥🍿💕

Sky full of stars 🌠💞

Matching earrings <3

Cats!!

Muscles 🙏😌✨ - ...Again - And... Again

Selfieee

Angst 💔🌧

Little guys!!

Beach date 🏖💜

Nacho and Val <33

Sleepy time 💤🫂

Lookin' good

Milkshakeee

Pride 🌈💞

Athenobi

Make-up 💄💕

Funko pop <3

Pride 🌈💞

Clemmie in LCDP

Cottage core 💐🏡💕

James Bond era

Cats!!

Little guy!! <3

Gay panic

Cuddly

Who's most likely?

Who's most likely pt 2

Who's most likely pt 3

Random questions

Facts

Who's "the"?

Get to know my ship!

Poly-ship versions - Part 2

4 quick questions

Headcanons!

Memes & drabbles

Pov Laura's office

Heist 🤤

Poetry??

Me <3

"Therapy"

Clemmie being... Clemmie

[Blinkers by: @gay-selfships! <3]

[pastelcrowtales]

Working on the intro for Lilac Flutter—You can find the audition details here. Needs some trial and error but progress is being made! 🌧💜

[twinstarsolzine]

❄️ Contributor Intro ❄️

Meet one of our writers, the lovely Trippie!

🌧 Hello, I'm Trippie! I love anime and have been in love with MHA and BKDK for years! 🌧

[electricalstemplates]

Hello! Could I get another color and prismatic themed template? A short to medium alter intro template this time please! My friend would like to start giving their alters intros lol.

If you could include sections for basic info (name, pronouns, age, etc), other info (sign off, sys role, relationship status, etc) and boundaries that would be great!!

Here you go! Hope they like it!!

🔴⋆ꕀName⫸ 🟠⋆ꕀAge⫸ 🟡⋆ꕀPronouns⫸ 🟢⋆ꕀGender⫸ 🔵⋆ꕀOrient⫸ 🟣⋆ꕀTerms⫸ 🌧⋆ꕀRo**le**⫸ ☂️⋆ꕀAlter **type**⫸ 🌧⋆ꕀSou**rce**⫸ 🌈｡◝*Yes*⪨ 🌈｡◝*Ask*⪨ 🌈｡◝*No*⪨

[barrelofbizzyboys]

EVERYONE STAY PUT.ᐟ THE BIZZYBOYS WILL SOLVE THE MYSTERY.ᐟ--

indie inclusive literacy-fluid rp blog featuring Capochin, Al, Ban, Gr, P, and Vib

info ⊹ intro (best read on desktop) or read on . . .

follows from @megapawn .ᐟ

-- And look awful handsome doing it, too.

🌧 I am extremely lax on all rules. Megapawn follows any blog regardless of canon or writing style or length, and I am open to interacting with non-mutuals if I ever don't follow you for whatever reason. Please be 18+ to interact with this account due to heavy and suggestive themes. Everything else is common roleplay etiquette/I won't be offended by missteps/feel free to ask for clarification!

🍔 The Bizzyboys are a group formed by the God of Leadership, Inspekta, to protect the God harboring Grove 33 years ago when the Rift last opened. Now the Rift opens once more, but it doesn't look like the Gods can see eye to eye long enough to close it back up, damning the world to catastrophe. But thankfully, Inspekta's best, Capochin, is on the case, along with Al, Ban, Gr, P and Vib .ᐟ They'll solve this mystery lickety-split, even if they struggle frequently on the specifics . . .

👑 Mun is 21+ and in a UTC+6 timezone .ᐟ I also perform all action from @megapawn

[maladyinpink]

Welcome and Salutations! ♡ {INTRO POST}

About me: I go by Pink!

Voice Artist/Writer/Doodler

Pronouns are she/her, Demi/Bi, 23, ADHD + Fibro {some works and replies may be delayed due to flares and mobility issues, I apologize in advance.}

Minors DNI, ageless blogs will be blocked.

This is a KINK blog for -

♡ Care Taking

♡ Soft Vibes/Fluff

♡ Sickfics/Allergy

♡ Snz Kink Content (Wavs, Fics and Doodles)

If you ain't down with that...

TURN BACK NOW FOOLISH MORTAL!

📝Written Works! - tag is #pinkladyscribbles

☆ The Imp and The Owl - Takes place after Sins/Mas. Adapting to civilian life and grieving the loss of contact with his daughter, Stol/as' immune system fails under the stress. Blit/zø does his best to take care of the sick bird and comfort him at his lowest. Walls are let down and cozy caretaking ensues.

★ NEW 💌 Morning Sickness: Takes place directly during/after Sins/mas. At the holiday party, Mill/ie does her best to stay strong and push through after seeing that life-changing test. Under the pressure and having been out in the freezing temperatures, she catches a nasty cold. Moxx/ie, knowing something is wrong, handles the situation carefully and dotes on his wife.

🎨 Doodles! - tag is #pinkladydoodles

☆ Husker/Dust - Sick Day

☆ Husker/Dust - Sick Day 2

☆ Static/Moth - Caretaking

☆ An/gel's Lament

☆ RDS - Doodles and Fun Facts!

☆ Cherri/Snake - Care-Snake-ing

☆ Cha/ggie - Under the Weather

★ NEW ✏️ Alas/tor and Luci/fer - The Get-Along Quilt

🔊 WAVS!- Tag is #pinkladywavs

❤ Rainy Day Soirée - Husker/dust Special

🍀 Care-SNAKE-ING - Cherri/Snake

🌧 NEW 🔔 UNDER THE WEATHER - CHA/GGIE

COMIC DUBS

🔔 NEW - Misery Loves Company - OG by @onetrickponi

Fandoms I write for -

Primarily H/azbin H/otel + Hel/luva B/oss atm...

Wick/ed, T/A/D/C, Tolkien/verse, M/C/U, Stra/nger Thi/ngs, Go/od Om/ens, G/lee, Brid/ger/ton, various musical theater fandoms...and probably more {...may add Arc/ane on here, when I finally...start watching it, I KNOW, agh don't come for me 😅}

Coming Soon -

♡ HAZ WAV SERIES PEEK-A-BOO'S 1 , 2 , and 3

♡ Commissions ARE OPEN ⬇️

♡ Plenty of Surprises!

- Thank you again for all the support! Ko-fi is listed below, feel free to donate!