#I already told close friends and the one discord I'm active in

[boltedfruit]

Mini Personal Update

So after a lot of consideration over the last few months, and finally being pushed to action with the Events of this past week, I have made a big decision. I will be (somewhat) detransitioning to better embrace gender fluidity and presenting femininely again. This is something that's been weighing on me for a while, and I'm honestly afraid of receiving backlash from the trans community specifically because 'detrans' is such a stigmatized word and process. I also see a lot of hate for those who detransition for whatever reason, medical or otherwise, within the trans community itself and I find that really weird. There's also SO MUCH hate in the detrans community (especially within the ftmtf) for trans people, and I find that absolutely counterintuitive and very much centered around personal issues of shame and regret that they then project onto the trans community while (often) turning into terfs when they come out the other side. Rest assured, I am not ashamed of identifying as transgender, transmasc, and now gender fluid. Without access to gender affirming care I wouldn't be able to explore any of this.

I don't regret anything about my time since coming out in 2020 to now. I don't regret my social or medical transition, or the bumps in the road regarding surgeries, though some I will be seeking to reverse/reconstruct. I don't regret any surgery, I don't see any of them as a waste of time or a form of mutilation to my body. Rather, I consider myself so incredibly lucky to have been able to experience both. I never hated who I was before transitioning, and I don't hate who I was while I presented masculine (which I'm still doing until I can figure out my hair and some electrolysis for my face). Transitioning allowed me to better understand myself and appreciate the feminine traits I had, which was a sentiment I had since the very beginning. If anything, I'm only annoyed I have to figure out how to finance a hair transplant (which was something I'd been considering since 2022.) But wigs exist, so it's still very much Not a Regret.

So yeah, basically I'll still use Grayson/Gray on social media. Pronouns can be he/she/they.

[cherrywrecked]

Gamer girl sakura forcing you to give head while she plays

EJFJDJJDJDJD FIRST KKURA ASK AND IT'S THIS??? HOW'D YOU KNOW I'M A SUCKER FOR GAMER!KKURA???

tags: gamer!sakura, streamer!oc. g!p!kkura. blowjob. tit job.

kkura, your gamer girlfriend had always, always loved your mouth. from the way you talk, how you read your viewers' comments, how you kiss her, up until how you wrap them around the tip of her cock before sucking him off, she loves it, but right now, she hates you for it. she hates how you're not giving her what she wants.

“baby, please. i need you, please?” with her cute eyes, she begs for you while you sit in between her legs while she's sitting on her computer chair with her pants and underwear pooling on her feet and her controller in her hands. this made you chuckle. she's still in game with her friends and one wrong press on the paddle to trigger the press to talk feature on her discord, her friends would hear her begging for you.

“you told me to take my time, kkura, didn't you? that's what i'm doing.” you looked up at her with cunning eyes, tongue resting flat on her length before dragging it up, the tip of your tongue flexing as it reaches the tip of her cock. “fuck, do that again, baby. that felt good.” kkura's breathing was heavy and you can see how frustrated she already was. her cock was so hard against your cheeks, the veins protruding with how hard she already was.

“god, look at you, sakura. pathetically hard for your girlfriend while being in game with your friends.” you say, lips kissing a part of her shaft in between every word. you felt her cock twitching every time your soft lips touches the tip. wanting to tease her more, you used your dominant hand to cup her balls, giving it the gentlest massage, and holy fuck, that might have been just the reason why sakura suddenly activated her press to talk paddle and said; “i'm sorry, chae, yunjin. i need to afk. i can't... a-ah, it feels good.” and you were so sure her friends heard her moan. it was hot, but also, the moment she took the headphones down to her neck and her controller back on her table, you knew you were fucked.

without having to think twice, sakura took a fistful of your hair while mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’ before she forced herself into your mouth, making you choke. “fuck, baby. you're so warm around m-my cock...”, sakura moans rather loudly, breath hitching every once in a while that the tip of her cock reaches the back of your throat. you hum against her length, making kkura shudder with the vibration it gave her. you repositioned yourself in between her legs, kneeling even more comfortably now with your arms resting atop her thighs. “god, you're so pretty... baby, i'm c-close. f-fuck!” sakura threw her head back as you hallowed your cheeks around her length and before she could even shoot her load, you quickly pulled away, replacing your mouth with your tits around her length instead.

sakura's whimpers were driving you insane. she sounds pretty and desperate—you were so ready to give her what she deserves. pressing your mounds around her dick, you moved it the same way you would ride her, up, down— with your tongue stuck out for her as she thrust her hips and fucks your tits. “i-i'm cumming, baby— baby... shit, shit!” and true to her words, her cum is now dirtying your pretty face, but to sakura, that only made you even more beautiful. she lowers herself down to meet your lips for a slow, gentle kiss and that's when you heard your friends screaming through sakura's headphones—“SAKURA, YOU HAVE YOUR MIC FUCKING TURNED ON. GODDAMN IT?”

[peachteal]

so uhm this is kinda my first post!

I decided I was just going to post random scraps I like to write on my notes app. I actually get these ideas by spinning different roulettes; with character tropes, sceneries, and traits! also randomly picking the fandom and character I'm writing these about.

all of my work is going to be character x reader. I don't really specify the readers gender in this one even if i did base it around a female one, so be comfortable with whatever.

this came out VERY random, but I hope maybe you can enjoy it.

(English isn't my first language)

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629 words:)

co-worker!nanami x outsider!reader

The countless documents getting all dusty and old on the shelves of the office are a constant reminder of what this job feels like; old and crusty.

I know it's not different from what I like to do; sitting in front of a screen all day, except this is more of a.. monotonely tiring and dull activity, which I'd like to separate from the fun late nights I wrap myself into when I'm streaming in my dear online platforms. You see, I find absolutely no pleasure in the minimum wage that document filling brings to my life. I have no idea why I keep myself in this enclosed -and weirdly odorless space- when my streaming hobby has a better financial reward anyway.

but oh, I just lied. I know why I do.

It's all thanks to the captivating and amusingly elegant co-worker I have. Nanami Kento, aren't you such a delight for these lazy eyes?

Poised and tactful, but even more courteous than any man I've met before. We've spoken a few times, not that I'm great at chatting - oh god, not at all! - but I think he's caught my seek of belonging in this office.

it's not insane that I, as a human being, want to socialize outside of my twitch chat and discord groups to make some desperately needed friends, or even partners for life; it's just a little hard, yet respectful men like him try and surprisingly give me some space.

Keyboards clicking, coffee mugs cluttered on desks, and small chatter fill the office—a far cry from the sleek, professional vibe they sold me on when I took the job. It’s just another stereotypical sad workplace.

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-"..Suguru asks if you're done already." a low but strangely gentle tone behind me caught my attention. I look up, and meet some hazel nutty eyes.. they don't look much different than my own; sloppy and baggy, but I manage to get lost in them for a second more than I should.

I snap out of it and shake my head slightly as I let out a sigh.. closing my eyes for a second. I remember the papers due.. today. Right. I shouldn't forget Suguru gets along very very well with formality. Another thing to keep in mind, as if the higher-ups don't have weird rules to follow already. I truly am done with this job.

-"right, Suguru and his.. goddamn papers." I'm trying not to look like a mess right now, and more job-focussed in front of such a man. But the childish cat background on my computer doesn't help. "please tell him that uhm-.. Satoru messed with the computers again or something.." I’m pretty sure Suguru will believe anything bad about Satoru—he loves thinking that idiot is an actual idiot. But a gut feeling tells me it's more than that-.. anyways.

I dont really say anything else, holding my cofee mug and taking a sip.

Nanami does help me around, I bring him some coffee myself eventually - while I try to ignore nasty looks other co-workers give. as immature and juvenile as that feels for a workspace.

a second of a slightly long silence holds between us. -"I expected this," Nanami's usual stern face doesn't budge. Yeah, he's kind, but professional - I'm constantly messing up my work, and this leaves me more than embarrassed. "I already told Suguru something happened. Don't.. stress yourself out." I think his tone hesitated a little there; that last part wasn't like usual.

I choked on the coffee. Watching him turn away- stealing just the smallest glance in an expression that leaves me with nothing to analyze -and step to his desk. Just four words that just felt weirdly intimate in a way I can't seem to explain.

[jeongyunhoed]

As seen on my FF.net Also seen on my Ao3

Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC/? Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: An interaction with my Hufflepuff boy Caleb below! Also, something that I've long thought of writing here, I have finally written. Also shout out to @ellivenollivander for the Amit love hour on discord!

Masterlist

Chapter 15

It was in recent days since the trip to the Overlook mine that Norah realized how close the Hufflepuff common room party was. Everyone in their year seemed to anticipate what Professor Ronen had up his sleeve as an assignment again. Perhaps another matchmaking activity disguised as another lesson. One could never tell with Professor Ronen.

Sebastian and Amit were on board with researching, using the books Norah and Ominis retrieved from the mine. It wasn't long before the three of them were huddled in the Astronomy tower, poring over each page for any relevant details as to how Isidora managed to hone her magic. Henry had also offered to lend a hand, especially after Natty accidentally let it slip about her special ability. Not many in the school knew about it, except the teachers and a select few students. Of course, Professor Black couldn't be bothered to learn the details as all he cared about was that wizardkind won that battle.

"I would've loved to get Bragbor's journals, I'm sure there are other details we can take from there," Amit said, showing Norah some parts that had to do with what she saw from the pensieve. As another way to finally get Sebastian to stop searching for a cure for Anne, Norah told him everything she saw, including the memories from the Keepers. It stemmed from a heated conversation following Sebastian's attempt to get her to do something.

"Are you sure you're doing this for Anne? Or are you doing this for yourself?" Norah questioned him that day. "Sebastian, being reckless will only secure your place in Azkaban. It's time you trusted Anne when she says not to go looking for a cure anymore. She's accepted her fate, all we can do really is what your uncle said. Keep her comfortable."

The words that came out of her mouth then reminded her of the story Madam Kogawa told her about her time preparing to join the Toyohashi Tengu. Her friend's fate was not hers to decide. It resonated with Professor Rackham's comments to Isidora when she was a student. Her father's pain was not hers to take. It would be the same for Sebastian, no matter how much he wanted to.

Upon Amit's comment, Norah stared at him, realizing the answer. "Oh my god, Amit, you're right! You're a genius!" She said.

"Wouldn't those pages be in Gobbledegook?" Henry raised a brow as he looked up from the book he was reading.

"I can read Gobbledegook, Henry," Amit looked proud. "I can teach you sometime if you want."

Henry looked impressed. "That's actually a brilliant idea. I'd love to know how to speak another language."

"Don't you speak French too?" Sebastian was curious.

The blonde smiled. "I do. I grew up in France, and then by my 11th birthday, we moved to England. In case you don't already know, Beauxbatons only accepts girls."

Sebastian, Amit, and Norah looked amused. "You could've gone to Durmstrang," Sebastian teased.

"Ah, that was an option, but this was closer to home," Henry said coolly. "I would've turned out very differently if I went to Durmstrang."

Norah chuckled, and they continued looking through several pages. "But Amit is right though, knowing that Bragbor kept journals even after he was obliviated by the Keepers, he would've documented his process. It's likely he only revealed what he had to do to contain the strands of emotion, but there must be something included in there too, maybe things Isidora told him."

"Hang on, what exactly are you going after all of this for?" Sebastian was confused. "Didn't you just contain that magic not too long ago?"

Norah nodded. "Yes. Professor Rackham told me that there's no other thing to be done with that, until we can learn how to destroy it."

Her words raised a look of concern from the two Ravenclaws. Even Sebastian looked alarmed. "Destroy it?" The three boys said.

"Yeah. For me to learn how to do that, I'll need to find out all the information I can about what Isidora did, what Bragbor did. The risks outweigh the possibilities of the good that could do. It needs to be destroyed so there won't be a secret to keep anymore."

They nodded in understanding. "Norah, this might take a lot of time," Sebastian said gently. "Speaking from experience, that is."

"I know that, but it's never too late to start learning about it," Norah assured him. "I just hope I can find the time in the midst of the NEWTs."

An owl suddenly flew inside, dropping a letter in front of Norah. "Is that from your 'Nick'?" Sebastian raised a brow, as the girl seemed to be unfazed with the presence of the envelope. "The secret summoning is long over, why is he trying to- Is he courting you?"

The question made Henry snort, Norah finally looking up from the pages of the book on her lap. She reached for the envelope, noticing the familiar handwriting and opened it, reading the letter. Her expression fell upon reading it, just as Ominis finally found them.

"I have been looking everywhere for you all-" Ominis stopped when he sensed something about Norah. "What's wrong? Norah?"

Norah stood up, making the three other boys look up at her. "I'm being called to go to Professor Black's office by Professor Weasley," She said.

"For what? Is it related to your rare ability?" Henry asked curiously.

Norah shrugged. "Well, studying these might have to wait, unless the three of you plan on doing that while I'm away."

"We can deal with this later, it's best that we study this whenever you're around so we can make sense of it," Henry suggested, with Amit and Sebastian nodding.

"Norah," Ominis said softly, making her turn around, her cheeks suddenly heating up when she realized he was standing behind her. "Would you like me to come with you? If we were caught in that mine again, I can come up with something, twist the story a bit."

She nodded. "Yeah, that might be best, I think, thank you, Ominis. You have more sway with him than I do. But if he happens to punish me, then so be it," She said, while that feeling of dread was beginning to creep in.

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Her mind was racing with thoughts of what might they want to tell her. Did she get caught sneaking into the Overlook mine? Was she found out for snooping Horklump Hollow, which had now become Ashwinder territory? Or perhaps it had to do with that duel with Carrow, when she was cursed into bleeding? Or did it have to do with defeating Ranrok and his loyalists, along with those Ashwinders? Did she do something that Professor Black didn't particularly like? Did they find out the actual events at the Feldcroft catacomb? She wasn't sure.

Yet, as they climbed up the staircase leading to the statue that opened another set of stairs to the Headmaster's Office, Norah was trying to ground herself. She was there, now, walking with Ominis, preparing herself for what might happen while she was in there.

With Ominis.

Even with his generally stoic expression, Norah could also see a hint of concern play across his face. She wanted to say something, but she felt like it needed to be said after what might happen in there. It was going to be alright, wasn't it? She told herself as they slowly emerged in the room.

There Professor Black stood, by the steps in front of his desk, along with Professor Weasley. Across from them, was a shorter man, holding a giant camera, with a woman holding a notepad and a quill with a levitated inkpot in front of her. But next to Professor Black, was another man, a much older gentleman with a white beard an a discerning face.

"Ah, here she is now," Professor Weasley said. "With Mr. Gaunt, who has been one of her friends since attending Hogwarts."

"Stand over here, Ms. Lee," Professor Black gestured for her to come over, to the space next to him, putting her in between the two men.

"H-have I done something wrong?" Norah managed to speak. She wanted to ask if she was to be brought to Azkaban, yet the words failed her.

The older gentleman broke into a smile. "Merlin no, but it's an honor to meet you at last, Ms. Lee. I am Faris Spavin, the Minister for Magic," He held out his hand, and she shook it.

"It-it's very nice to meet you, Minister," She stammered, seeing Ominis look just as surprised.

"I wanted to wait a bit for the Wizengamot to confirm the previous year's achievements before I present you with something," Faris turned around, picking up a small rectangular velvet box. "As minister for magic, it is my solemn privilege and honor to present you an award for your outstanding bravery in last year's goblin uprising. Ms. Lee, I present you, the Order of Merlin, First Class."

He opened the box to reveal a gold medal, with a green ribbon. In the middle of the medal was an engraved "M." Professor Weasley and Professor Black beamed with pride, as the photographer nearby took a photo of them.

"A fellow Slytherin too, as you can see," Professor Black chimed in, beaming as the photographers took another photo.

"Ms. Lee, some words?" The woman holding the notepad suddenly asked.

Norah looked like she had been caught off-guard, overwhelmed with the sudden attention. "I-uh, I am honored to receive this achievement," She said. "I could not have done what I did last year without the guidance of my teachers here, in Hogwarts. They have all taught me well, as well as my friends. I think they also deserve to be recognized."

"You are also the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, so it's even more of an honor, Ms. Lee," Spavin added.

Ominis slowly stepped to the side, his heart swelling in his chest as he was proud of the recognition Norah had received. She deserved all the praise and recognition she was getting, while he was also amused at how nervous she sounded when speaking to the reporter. He wasn't too fond of the fact that Professor Black would definitely go bragging about how a student under his tenure as headmaster became the recipient of such an award.

Still, he didn't want that to cloud the feeling he had, hearing Norah try and answer questions as best as she could, while not disclosing her rare ability just yet. He could tell Norah's nervous and awkward smile as flash upon flash upon flash of the camera took their photos.

"You must be Ms. Lee's friend," the reporter suddenly approached him. Ominis could tell that she was looking at him in a way that seemed to suggest otherwise. "Gaunt, is it?"

"Y-yes, I am Ominis Gaunt," He replied, and his response was met with a furious scratching of a quill.

"Well, well, the company Ms. Lee keeps is quite prominent. Anything you want to say about her? I'm gathering some testimonies from people in her circle. If you could also kindly tell me who else she's friends with, it would help me a lot."

Ominis tilted his head towards Norah's direction, a smile creeping up on his face. "She's a very good friend of mine, and I rarely say that. She's been through a lot, yet she still manages to be there for everyone around her. Norah always denies being brilliant, but she is. Beautiful too."

The reporter seemed to raise a brow at the last comment. "Oh, is Mr. Gaunt...romantically involved with Ms. Lee?" She asked.

"No," Ominis replied right away, cheeks heating up. "No-no we're not."

At the back of his mind, no matter how much he reminded himself that things can never be between them, he wished they were.

~

The news of Norah receiving the award spread like wildfire in the school, mostly out of the portraits chattering amongst themselves and Professor Black's house-elf, Scrope. Issues of the evening edition of the Daily Prophet immediately came in, with her photo on the front page. She tried to ignore the comments congratulating her for the award, many of whom were from their own house table.

Norah kept herself preoccupied with the book in front of her while she ate, as she had a long essay on Ancient Runes due two days away. "Merlin, after everything that's happened last year, I should be fluent in runeish by now, or at least be able to read them," She mumbled, in between bites of chicken.

"She helped retrieve bubotuber pus for me last year, you know," She heard the Hufflepuff Sacharissa Tugwood, say to her friends as they approached their table.

"Merlin, the stories they come up with just to say they know you," Sebastian muttered.

"That actually happened," Norah revealed. "I was on my way to Dogweed and Deathcap to get some more chomping cabbages when she called me. I had to fight another troll to get some of the bubotubers but I managed to get them all."

Sebastian looked at her incredulously, while Ominis also seemed to stare at her. "Bloody hell, she says that like it's a walk in the park," He said. "Why did she need those bubotubers in the first place?"

"She apparently needed them for her pimple cream or something," Norah replied, turning another page of her book.

"That's almost as ridiculous as Professor Black telling me that dittany and bubotuber pus made a good mustache paste," Ominis said, making Norah chuckle. "Of all things, mustache paste?"

Norah laughed. "I had to say something, didn't I? It's bad enough I nearly outed Garreth for asking me to get those billywig stings."

The three of them exchanged knowing looks. Norah reached for the copy in front of Sebastian and looked into the article. She noticed the things that were said about her, some from Professor Weasley, from Ominis, from Amit, from Natty, even from Sebastian. Amit's quote seemed to be the most endearing.

"Norah Lee is not only a brilliant witch, she is also very kind, very courageous, and very clever. Even that isn't enough to describe a dear friend of mine. I would compare her to a comet. You only meet someone like Norah once in a lifetime, and when you do, you can be sure that your memories with her are special."

She smiled to herself, before looking back at what Ominis said. It definitely sounded like him, and she knew the reporter approached him while they were having photos taken. "I think I'll mail this to my parents. I wonder what they'll say," she said, folding the paper and placing it in her bag.

"I'm pretty sure they're going to be proud," Sebastian said, his expression softening when she closed her book and put it back in her bag as well. "Are you heading to the Owlery?"

"Yeah, I'm going to write to them," Norah smiled, glancing at Ominis, who had an amused expression on his face. "Fingers crossed their windows are open enough to receive some owls," She chuckled, hurrying out of the Great Hall.

As she opened the doors to the entrance hall, she was seemingly met with a flurry of papers, including some books that fell to the floor. "Shit," She muttered, hurrying to pick up the papers and the books, belonging to the sixth year Hufflepuff Caleb Revri. "I'm sorry about that, let me help you," She said.

"I'm so sorry- It's okay, I can pick them up," Caleb looked just as flustered as they gathered his belongings, some of which he managed to summon before it flew further to the corner.

If there was someone who could be misunderstood with their looks, it would be Caleb. Sporting an undercut with a head of dark brown curls, Caleb had eyebrow slits and several piercings on his ears, including one dangling earring. When they weren't wearing their uniforms, Caleb was often dressed in black, even sporting black fingerless gloves, and a red short-sleeved shirt with suspenders. If no one knew him, they would probably think he was some dark wizard or an Ashwinder at the very least. Yet, as Norah knew, Caleb was actually quite the opposite.

"It's fine, Caleb, I bumped into you, I have to help you," Norah summoned the rest of the books and papers, in time to stack each one on top of the other. Caleb offered a shy smile. "Just be careful on your way in," She said, handing them back to him.

"I will," He chuckled. "You're quite the hero, my parents couldn't be more surprised knowing that I'm in the same year as you," He added, gesturing to one of the papers, which had her photo.

Norah shook her head. "I'm surprised I even received it at all."

"Nonsense, you deserved it. With everything people say about you?" Caleb assured her. "Well, I have to go have dinner now, thank you for helping me."

"Not a problem at all," Norah smiled, walking off toward the direction of the grounds. She passed a few other students, including an unamused Henry, who, as one of the Ravenclaw prefects, had already begun his rounds. It wasn't surprising that Henry was a prefect at all.

"And where are you going, Lee?" He teased.

"Owlery, I'm not sure my parents received the news, but I hope they will," She replied.

Henry nodded. "Don't stay out too late, I might have to reprimand you," He teased again, shaking his head as he laughed to himself.

"You know," Norah turned around, walking backwards. "I wouldn't be surprised if you became Head Boy next year."

Henry laughed. "I'm not counting on it!" He called out.

[i-need-some-advice-on]

I need some advice on how to exclude an ex-friend from activities I organize between a mutual friendgroup without stirring the pot

(There's a lot of prelude, but I promise it's relevant, I hope? Tw for mentions of self harm)

I have a friend (19M, at first irl, then online over discord) with whom I was close to for a few years until a few months ago—I used to consider them my best friend. However, our last two years of friendship were strained on account of my dwindling mental health due to workload from my new school and inability to communicate about what I needed, and it ended in them blocking me. I recognize that I was primarily at fault for how things went downhill and that I should have stepped away much sooner, and I regret it.

I feel most guilty for how a few days after I was initially blocked and told not to contact, I went explicitly against this and sent them a document of my "thought process" during those last two years of friendship which included photos of my self harm. When I began writing this document, it was meant to be completely private and only for me but written as if directed to them. There was a warning repeated multiple times that there were to be images of my self harm for my future self. I sent this document to them on an unplanned whim very late at night during an emotional night, and as soon as I woke up I revoked the document share. I hate myself for it because no one was supposed to be exposed to it, and I hoped they didn't get a chance to see it because there was no way for me to check.

At the same time, I am glad they cut off communication with me because in retrospect, there was no way I would have helped myself get better if they hadn't. I am feeling better now than I have in years. I do not think I want to return to texting them and am hesitant to even interact with them. This sounds ironic considering they were the one who (rightfully) cut me off, but we used to text every day, hours each day for most of (at least my) free time, and looking back, they put enough stress on me when school started up to push me over the edge mentally because of how they themselves were at a place of low confidence where they'd infodump to me about their stories constantly but at the same time put themselves down just as much. Since they often compared themselves to me, I ended up sharing less of my own hyperfix hyjinks with them in fear of upsetting them, and that grew into a really bad tendency that I'm still trying to outgrow to almost never talk about myself, although I'm getting way better with it.

Overall, after I got over my initial slump and did very well on my final exams, I was doing great and decided to return to hosting "events" among my main friend group. Since we couldn't do anything in person anymore, I instead decided to put us into a customizable game simulating life. I all put the information into the groupchat, expecting my ex-friend to simply ignore it seeing as they were the one who cut off contact with me. They did not. They gave me their information to enter into the game. I asked them to message me in private for clarification as the main friend group I do not think knows to this day what happened between us. They did and told me simply that they wanted to be in the game since I had phrased it like a "friend group wide event". I told them I wasn't sure if I wanted to include them because we at that point already hadn't talked for a few months and was unsure of how to speak with and of them amongst our larger friend group. They then told me that they would expose me to the larger friend group what I was like and specifically talked about the pictures I had put into the document with my self harm. They in the same conversation insulted me and accused me of trying to manipulate them and being like a serial killer. I understand in retrospect how it seemed I was trying to regain contact with them when I sent the document, but it did hurt despite that because it in genuine was an attempt by me to explain myself and gain closure, even if I do agree with them. I don't know why they wanted to be in my game considering they thought this of me. I ended up letting them into the game, although I now somewhat regret this as it did hinder somewhat my enjoyment of doing it.

That game is now done with, but I am currently planning another one that this time will be much more involved as it is a custom werewolf game. I haven't told anyone in the friend group yet, but I'm worried a similar thing will happen again, and I don't know what I will do if it does.

I have since told the friend group that I used to self harm for a long time, but none of them to my knowledge know what happened between my ex-friend and I, and I don't know how they would react. They might leave it in the "past" considering it was several months ago and I haven't done anything similar to anyone else, but I'm not sure if my judgement is skewed considering I would obviously have a less harsh perspective on my own actions. Ideally, this all stays buried since I don't want to go into depth of how I used to take pictures and such of my self harm though.

How can I discreetly exclude my ex-friend from participating in my new game once I announce it?

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[tempest-toss]

Do not Touch the Glass

Matthias was not expecting his day to start like this. He was rudely awoken by his roommate Fred who promptly told him to pack his bags for a road trip. Matthias was a known push-over when it came to group activities, so he was soon in his roomate's truck along with three other "friends" of his. Natalie, Jordan, and Samantha were their names, and that was all Matthias really knew of them; they were Fred's friends, not his, so his knowledge was limited and he preferred it that way. At least it could net him some shut eye as the trip continued.

A few hours into the trip Matthias awoke to complaints from Natalie about being lost. He took the moment to look out the window and confirm that they were definitely not on their way to Yellowstone, in fact they were in someplace that could only be called Wilderness to a city boy like him. Evidence of past houses were passed by, but Matthias couldn't tell if this was a reassurance or a stressor.

Soon they parked the car and got out. What Matthias first saw was a field of thickets and dead grass, but after walking around the car to the others he saw it: The Calico Carnival. The entrance to a massive amusement park that had been burnt down a long time ago, but the entrance still stood up, looming ominously above the group, the wooden cat mascot mural leering down from its burnt view. Fred explained that he wanted to explore the place since it was abandoned, and that since he had the keys on him, they had no choice but to oblige.

As they approached the ticket counter, they were all surprised to see a woman, about age 67, working the till. With a croak in her voice she called out almost robotically, "5 per ticket." Natalie, a known prankster (at least from what Fred told Matthias), strolled up and handed a fake $25 bill, which the worker snatched and examined. After a tense moment she could be heard opening the register. "Submit bags for check. Entry ticket will be found attached to bag in your cubby to your immediate left." One by one the group submitted their backpacks and purses and entered; as Matthias was handing his over, the lady sharply grabbed his wrist. "Leave now young man, escape your fate while I am still here." Matthias faltered and the woman grumbled before takin his backpack. As Matthias entered he could hear the shutter of her til as it closed.

As Matthias fully stepped in he could see the park stutter to life. Lightbulbs flickered as the filament struggled to light, the wafting of carnival foods began to fill his nose, and the Ferris Wheel in the distance could be seen slowly starting up as the speakers groaned to life, playing discordant theme park music. His "friends" had already scattered, visiting the locals that interested them. Matthias found himself wandering around aimlessly, until he found the tank.

Off to the side of the park was a large glass tank, easily 8 ft by 8ft. The water was murky, and full of algae and moss. An old, tattered sign reading "See What Came From the Green Lagoon!" stood nearby, barely legible after going through the wringer of elements.

"Well look what the pussy found, an old tank. Of course you'd be wasting time looking in a mirror," came a sneering voice from behind. Matthias grimaced. Out of all of Fred's friends he loathed Jordan. Jordan was a piece of shit who knew how to manipulate people to get what he wanted, and Fred was oblivious to how he was consistently being taken advantage of by him. Jordan began tapping on the tank, and was about to crack off another joke.

"Sammy doesn't like being disturbed." The two men turned around to find a young male with white rabbit ears peering out from behind a stack of crates. "Please stop tapping on the glass."

"Oh yeah? Well I'm a paying customer," Jordan complained, eliciting a sigh from Matthias. "So I can do whatever the FUCK I want twerp. The rabbit-eared individual sighed before pulling his ears down to hide behind them.

"There's a latch at the top to stick your hand in," he mumbled. Jordan cheered before doing just that. As Matthias watched in disappointment, he heard the rabbit-guy speak up to him. "Did you know Tabitha poured a potion in Sammy's tank, and it restored his years? He stopped aging when he joined like all of us, but the potion gave him back the years, meaning I need to get a present for a 27-year-old... Do you know anything good?"

His question fell on deaf ears as Matthias stopped processing what he was asking or the nonsense said before. However, the age stuck with him. 27? But the guy on the poster looks barely in his young adulthood. Then the thing in the tank-

A scream from Jordan snapped him out of his thinking as Jordan began to scream that his fingers were gone. Then Jordan got pulled further, his whole arm stuck in the slot of the tank that the usagi talked about. Jordan screamed and shouted and cursed before managing to free himself and land on the ground, his left arm missing and spurting blood. Then the lid of the tank slammed open and he emerged.

A man, approximately of 27 years of age slowly climbed out. He had green, partially scaly skin covered in important areas by tattered clothing scraps. He was slightly hunched over but would have at least stood at an easy 6'5. His body radiated raw power, his muscles tensing and easing with each breath. His eyes practically glowed an eerie yet enchanting yellow, encapsulated by the kelp or algae stuck in his tangled hair. As he stepped forward with his webbed feet he snarled, revealing his sharp and bloodied mouth. Without giving Jordan a chance, he dove down and began to tear at his neck while his clawed hands tore into Jordan's chest, creating a cavity of gore.

Matthias stumbled before booking it, not wanting to see Sammy feast on someone he knew, even if the guy deserved it. Matthias ran back to the entrance just as the shutters began to finish lowering. "Thank you for purchasing your overnight stay tickets," the loudspeaker system crackled to life. "We hope you enjoy a happy and fun time with the other eleven who purchased their tickets prior." To add to this, the park's walls suddenly rose higher, making it near impossible to scale out. Matthias felt panic in his heart as he tried to think about what next. He came to the conclusion that maybe someone could help him out of here, like that bunny-eared guy! But of course, he didn't want to die like Jordan did. A quick scan of the trash near him allowed Matthias to fish out a moldy map of the park. Using the nearest street lamp he was able to make out a few locations to pick from.

Threat Level: Low Remaining Survivors: 15/16 Injuries: none Mental state: Disturbed.

[hoodie-prince-kid-archived]

i'm bored so i'm posting a rant about Huey i sent to my friend on Discord (all one message, originally had a second part regarding the gijinka i drew but i had to cut it in two parts because the message was too long to send on Discord, i havent posted the gijinka yet so you're only getting the second message)

He's very sweet and friendly and cheerful and also very silly and emotional and dramatic and a little bit of a menace but in a good way. "Let Uncle Huey help ya" "Let's go get burgers, your treat" "We're not rich, unless you count friendship. Which I do." "This happens to you a lot, huh?" "If anything catastrophic happens, I will protect you. I would literall- chain chomp comes rolling out of nowhere and he dives away to hide" "with Mario sitting on his lid How's my lid? Comfy?" "Mario, only your schnoz fits through!" "LET'S GIVE THAT LYING GATEKEEPER A PIECE OF OUR MINDS.". This guy can not only smell paint stars but he can smell what color they are to boot. He thinks the Toad rescue squad's scarves are "choice". He values paint and color more than almost anything else. He'd never seen the ocean until Mario showed up and was awestruck by it. He was a physical paint can before he had Mario squeeze the color out of him and turn him into paper because Mario had no paint. His 3D model uses more triangles than the entirety of Mario 64. His name is just a pun on 'Hue'. His handles come apart and he can clap and "dance". I have no idea how long he was sleeping under the fountain but he was what came out when we activated the emergency system. He cleared up Bowser's mess of black paint somehow but had Mario close his eyes and told him to "never speak of this again" (i think he opened his lid and was embarrassed by that). He was ecstatic to encounter a giant coin. He wanted to spend time looking at the fossil in the excavation site. Ive only beat one area and this is already getting so long that my phone is lagging. In conclusion: I love Huey.

[offmychest-official]

really sorry for the long story, i didn't mean for it to turn out this long and in the end ik it's not really that huge of a deal but i feel like i need to get it out somewhere...

basically i didn't tell my friend how upset i was at them for pretty much ditching me when we had plans, and i don't know how to tell them. i don't think they get how important the plans were to me, but at the same time i feel sort of stupid that it was that important to me, and idk what to do about it.

my close friend, I'll call and i (both 19) went to the same high school, but they took a gap year for mental health reasons before starting at the same university, so they're a freshman and i'm a sophomore despite graduating together. i was really excited they were starting at the same school as me, both because it meant i would get to see them more often and because it would give them some (in my opinion) much needed distance from their very overbearing and somewhat controlling parents. (they also agree that their parents kind of suck but i didn't tell them i felt that way until they had already expressed a similar sentiment). this sudden distance from their parents also meant i was expecting a certain amount of "rebellion" while we were at school, which isn't a problem at all to me as long as they're staying safe.

anyway. we had been trying for a while to plan an activity where they could meet of my college friends, since i had already met their roommate and some of their friends. the perfect opportunity came when some of my favorite creators released a piece of media that i had been waiting for for several years and my college friends (despite not really liking that specific type of media, god bless them) agreed to have a watch party with me and asked if i wanted to invite my friend. my friend immediately said yes and seemed super excited. i was incredibly excited for this hangout and could not stop thinking about it for like two days straight. i couldn't wait to introduce my friends in person (they had met over text before and seemed to get along pretty well which was promising) and i absolutely could not wait to share this thing with them. the series it's part of is one of my main fandoms and i've had several periods of intense hyperfixation on it. i was also definitely really intensely hyperfixating on this new addition to the series and i was really really excited to share it with my friends. (note: i had already watched it once before the watch party with my friends, which they all knew and it wasn't a problem. i watched it on my own bc we couldn't all get together the night it came out and they told me not to worry about waiting any longer because i'd been waiting for its release for like 3 years already which i really appreciated.)

so the day of the watch party rolls around. i'm practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. then i see my friend messaging in a discord server w our friends from back home. basically the gist of the messages was pretty jokey, like "haha i'm gonna do something stupid" and then a pic of a tattoo parlor (for context this was the weekend of friday the 13th and there were still some specials going on in the tattoo shops around town). i responded pretty jokingly back pretending to try to talk them out of getting an impulse tattoo. as the conversation went on though it got more obvious to me that they were only kind of joking about the tattoo, which turned into me only kind of joking about maybe not getting impulse tattoos that you might regret later, especially since they said they wanted a tattoo of a character they had only pretty recently become a big fan of and i was worried they might not always like the character enough to have a tattoo of him (although ultimately i don't care what they get a tattoo of, i'd just hope they thought it through for a bit first. tattoos were also something i kind of expected them to get once they were away from their parents but i'm a little concerned the pendulum might be swinging too far the other way and i don't want them to do anything too impulsively that they might regret later). the tone stayed pretty light the whole time at least from my perspective (i asked my friends later too and they said they had also thought it was pretty jokey) and the conversation ended with me thinking that they probably actually did want a tattoo but weren't going to try to get one that day as the line was still very long, they had a test to study for, and we had our watch party later in the afternoon.

later that day though, my friend texted me basically saying they were sorry but with both the tattoo and needing to study they didn't think they were going to be able to make it to the watch party. this obviously caught me a little off guard because i had thought they were joking about getting a tattoo that day even if they had looked into it a bit and they had even said the line was around 4-6 hours long so it most likely wouldn't happen that day. i said something like "wait you're actually getting the tattoo???" and they responded that yeah they were, it was a really good deal. i asked if they had thought through the tattoo and they said they had been thinking about one for a little while (like a few weeks) and had planned on going to the shop the day before but it not working out for some reason. i don't have any issue with them getting a deal on a tattoo but i wish they would have told me in advance or at least not chosen to do it on the same day as the watch party, and i essentially said as much, but i don't think they realized how upset i really was that they decided to skip out on something that, even though it was kind of silly, was actually really important to me. i thought about rescheduling the hangout but i decided that i wanted to spend time with my other friends even if i couldn't introduce everyone. i feel sort of ridiculous that i was so upset at this but like i said, i had been thinking about this watch party for days and i just felt really caught off guard by this, especially when they said they had been thinking about getting a tattoo that weekend for a while before this, because it made me feel like they didn't care to tell me soon enough to reschedule our plans. it really hurt. in the end they couldn't even get the tattoo that day, and they came halfway through the watch party to join. it was nice for them to meet everyone but it just didn't feel the same, and it was sort of frustrating that they came in halfway through and only watched the second half with us.

it's been a couple weeks and i haven't really brought it up to them, or told any of our friends about it, but i'm still a little sore about it. the friend i usually talk to about this kind of stuff is their friend too and i don't want to cause any drama or anything in our group. if they had to miss it because they needed to study, i would totally get it. but they saw how long the line for the tattoo shop was, they knew that they wouldn't be able to get the tattoo and come to the watch party that day, and they still chose to wait in line for something that didn't even end up happening until like a week and a half later. i feel bad that i'm this hurt over a stupid watch party but it sort of felt like they chose a tattoo of a character they had only liked for a few months over me, and we've been friends since middle school. idk, it just hurt, and i don't want to "start drama" in the friend group so here i am talking to you.

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[blkkizzat]

Gonna do the ask game🙏🏼✨

4, 11, 22, 42, 50?? :D

Yay ty <3

4. Which cryptyd being do you believe in?

I answered this one already! But I will give a bonus and say I believe in a lot of supernatural things because I have had quite a few supernatural experiences.

Here is one:

Growing up my best friend house was definitely haunted and I spent alot of time in the summers at her place. Her house was build by her family in early 1900s and used to be 2 stories and a basement but there was a fire so they took out the top floor in like 1930s. The only proof there had been a 2nd floor was the stairs that literally went up to nowhere in the entry closet they used as a pantry. If you were ever alone in the home it felt like someone else was with you in the room or behind you. If you slept in her sisters room (her sister ended up moving out to live with other family cause she fell into a deep depression from staying in that room) no matter what it would never get above 50 degrees in that room and at night you could hear someone walking up and down the stairs from her room only... not the basement stairs, the pantry stairs that led up to nowhere since her room was right below it. The biggest thing was is I saw a doppleganger of my friend's stepdad. We were waiting for him to come home so he could drive us to the mall (we were 15) and I went down into the basement (basement was remodeled so everyone's rooms were down there) to find my phone in my friends room. I saw him walk out in front of me from the laundry room. I didnt see his face since I was looking at my phone but I saw him from behind. I didn't greet him because by that point I was like an extra kid so it wasn't weird for me not saying anything to him every time I saw him. He took a left towards his room and I took a right to go upstairs at the end of the hall. I told my friend her dad was home and she was insistent he wasn't cause he would have had to come in from upstairs (the basement door was blocked off so you could only get in through the kitchen). We got super scared and thought there was a robber, locked the basement door and was getting ready to run to a friends house close by when her dad actually came back home wearing the same thing I saw him in. He got a baseball bat and checked the basement but no one was there. This was middle of the day btw, not dark, and the wasn't see-through or anything either. Legit looked like her dad from behind.

Legit have about a half dozen more stories of ghost shit that has happened to me lmfao.

11. Favorite extracurricular activity

I've taken about 4-5 years of pole dance classes but I am out of practice since covid and have only been back to the studio a few times since then. I really want to do it again but time is an issue and the classes are a bit expensive. I have a pole of my own at home but its kinda broken so I have to order more screws to fix it. Definitely would encourage everyone, regardless of gender to try it!

22. What type of person are you?

I did this one too already bb sorry! </3 But I will try to give some more info... hmmm...

I'm really the type of person that has always worried and stressed alot about "not having a life plan" but in my recent years I have learned to just go with the flow more and try to be more forgiving to enjoy the journey since its really more important than the destination. I have had some goals I have reached but hadn't felt satisfied cause I focused too much on the end goal and not the experience getting there. So been trying to give myself more grace!

42. An app you use besides this godforsaken site?

I use IG and discord alot! I have two IGs though a personal one and a hobby one where I show off my doll collection since I collect Ball Jointed Dolls. Most dolls are my personal OCs but I have some JJK themed dolls (Gojo, Inumaki, are completed, Sukuna is almost done and I have Toji and Geto in the works), as well as JJBA and Bleach. I don't mind if anyone is curious and wants to see that IG since it is public but I do post my face sometimes on my stories so probably msg if you want that @.

there is my inumaki doll being attacked by tentacles on that page lmfao

50. Can I tag you in random stuff?

Yass!! Tag away!!!

[girltomboy]

Saturday diary

Today has been interesting because even though I woke up earlier than I was expecting, and I basically did my everyday morning routine except I finally managed to pull myself out of my slump and do yoga (which felt amazing), I still feel like the day flew by too fast. In the sense that it's almost 6pm but it feels like it should be around 3. But I feel good about the stuff I managed to complete this morning and yesterday evening. It's not much, just mundane stuff like doing laundry or buying essential groceries/home items, and prioritizing my routine over idk other activities. But it still makes me feel satisfied. I phoned my grandma and we talked for hours again, she told me about our dog and our neighbors, the food she's been cooking, pickle recipes, and how my mom used to be fluent in Russian. I just love talking to her on the phone for hours until we both get tired, I really keep all of our phone conversations like little charms in my memory. Thanks to her I remembered a dream I had last week, about my aunt, that I had forgotten and couldn't write down in my dream diary. I've been thinking about going to visit her and spend maybe a week or so there, like I did last year. But last year my stay was a bit scuffed because of my ID replacement and the construction workers. This year I'm all set ID-wise, the house exterior is completely done and beautiful, and I could both work there and enjoy my stay. But I think my mom would want to see me soon, since I promised I'd visit soon, and she hasn't seen me in almost a year. Idk I'm conflicted, my grandma advised me to visit mom first, but my parents are still working on their new house, and I don't want to pop by at a stressful time. Plus I don't want to use up all of my paid leave for this year. But anyway, that's something to ponder but not dwell too much on, because it's already mid-September, and regardless of the destination I choose I don't want the cold fall weather to catch up to me. One of our friends is already in the process of moving to another city. It was such an impulsive decision, his workplace transferred him to that city, he might already have a roommate, and so all that's left for him is to adapt his life to a new environment. Crazy stuff, but good for him, and I'm gonna miss him. We got news today that a mutual friend of our group took his own life this morning at 4, and we've just been quiet and crushed. My friend who grew up with him was devastated. I actually met the guy through him when they were living together, right before the pandemic. And then he got a job at a local pub, and we went there last year, when my friend moved here. He seemed really good at his job, and serious about it. I didn't ever get to know him much, and I just can't stop wondering why he felt like his life had run its course. He was on a college trip, as far as I understood, as an archeology student. He even posted pics from the trip. And then they found him lifeless this morning. I froze in place when my bf texted me, and we had a discord call and everyone was speechless. Couldn't stop thinking what it must feel like to hear this about your childhood friend, who you were in contact with, hung out with not long ago, and everything. My friend sounded like he'd been crying quietly, and he had no words to talk. It feels like there's this hole now that needs to be filled, but we can't, there's nothing for anyone to fill it with. Like, his name and the memory of him just feels tender like after an electric shock, and I barely ever saw the guy. I can only imagine how heavy and crushing it must feel for those who knew him closely and loved him. And I hope we'll be able to help our friend manage his grief.

Meanwhile, we've lived another Saturday, and I've been thinking about going for a long walk, but there's rain on the horizon. Still, I feel the need to explore the city and people-watch. Yesterday evening the walk in the rain to the grocery store as it got dark put me in such a good mood.

[goldazu]

Hiatus Update Notice

Hello, everyone. Long time, no talk. I know over a month has passed since most of you have even heard from me. There isn’t a particularly valid reason for this other than that sometimes I need space for myself, and I need time for my other hobbies and communities as well.

As most of you may have already surmised before my long period of silence, I was very much drawn to the new Pokemon games and still am, to be honest. Truth told, I have a whole server dedicated to my Pokemon friends and those who just want to game in general with me. Although I still love DL and am still just as, if not more obsessed with Ruki than ever, there was a time when writing as often and as much as I did burnt me out, honestly. I needed this break.

Not to sound like I'm complaining about how "popular" I am or anything, but it came to a point when many people were showing off their creations, whether it was art or new writing to me, and simply wanting to chat OOC in addition to the long RP threads and asks that I was also doing. Eventually, I felt as though I was just answering and replying people just to answer them. I didn't want to show my support for my friends' hard work by simply being like "that's neat" then move on, if that makes sense. Outside of Tumblr, I still had a life to attend to which also kept me busy.

I do appreciate that everyone was always eager to interact with me and send their wonderful OCs off to Ruki for their daily fill of shenanigans, angst, spice, or what have you. Yet at the same time, there were moments when I felt somewhat pressured to answer a lot of things in a short time frame, or was written off as remiss for my lack of participation with certain events. For that, I deeply regret not being there, but I also think I was there as much as any one person could be given that I was always writing with 20-30 other people at the same time.

Don't get me wrong—I really do miss roleplaying with everyone, and chatting with you all as well. It's just that I've fallen very behind on who I need to reply to, both DMs and thread-wise. It began to feel mentally taxing, but I hope to finally catch up when I'm in a better place. And I will always sincerely appreciate how many people on this website admire me for my canon portrayal of Ruki. I've always tried to keep it 100% fair on my blog and interact with people the same amount, regardless of how many asks or threads they try to start. Some of you would try to keep it to one thread at a time, whereas others had quite a few going with me, and both are fine. I just need to make it clear that, given the high volume of people interacting with my blogs, I won't always have a lightning-fast reply speed.

As for where I've been, my Pokemon community and discord server is honestly such a great place. Everyone there is super chill, and we hop onto voice call every other day to be sweaty gamers, lmao. I've connected with people I really respect these days, and while Ruki provides his support and care during his rare moments of sweetness amidst the sadism, I've been looking to my close friends for care, too.

Anyway, it was never my intention to worry anyone here with my prolonged absence. I hope to always stick around here on Tumblr, whether my activity is one post per day or thirty when I'm feeling energetic. It really all depends. Take care and stay well.

[silver-the-pendejo]

Prologue

The Hivemind server was as calm as it could be in a normal day, Ko simping for Pepsiman and writing codes in another language, Candy, Shauti, Raijin, Cuckie, Chill, Cosmo, Bean, Bestie and Li vibing on VC,Nilo drawing, Puddle being Puddle, Fruit and Honey appearing and disappearing on random times, Padoru sleeping when the chaos is happening, Cloud writing and being Cloud and Rosie and Silver making angst and dark ideas their whole personalities, all of them in their own houses resting or doing chores.

The feeling that something was wrong start lightly, waking Padoru from their sleep, and making them look around their room, it then passed to Rosie, who stopped writing their Yandere Sky ideas for Candy, Li stop adding music to the playlist for VC, Cuckie stop sending Warriors slander to the chat, the  feeling then transform in the feeling of to something pulling their chest, and then all went black for the people that was active in the server in that moment.

The 18 discord members appear in the sky, but not in Skyloft, because the server people are not lucky enough, more like in Wild’s era, but because the server is more occupied falling, they didn’t notice it at first, until they felt the air around them.

“WHAT THE!!!!”

“WUUAUHAHUHAUHAUUAHU!!” 

“BESTIE WHAT??!!!” 

“VALIMOS CHETO, AHÍ TE VOY SAN PEDROOO” 

“SILVER CALLATE NO VAMOS A MORIR” 

“WHY ARE WE SCREAMING!!” 

“I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A MAIN CHARACTER!!"” 

“I BELIEVE I CAN FLY  BUT I AIN'T GOT WINGS!” 

“............” 

“BOYAAAAAHHHHHHH” 

“YEEEEEHAWWWWW” 

“THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T SLEEEP EARLY!!!!” 

“THIS IS WARRIOR’S FAULT” 

“I'M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS” 

“GOOD JOB HONEY YA JINXED YOURSELF” 

“I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE OUT, WHY IM OUT?!??” 

“MEEEAAAAATTTTT!!!!

For the misfortune of our dear discord server they end up getting dropped in Akkala South Lake, and because  Hylia hates most of them, they also end 20 meters away from the waterfall, as the current pulls them closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna die." Bestie tried their best to keep their head above water but it was difficult with the current so strong so they pulled themselves closer to Bean and began using them as a lifesaver.

 "I think Shaunti fainted you guys." Fruit was helping however as a fetus, they almost drowned.

"My dog paddle will not save me from this." Cosmo actually ended up underwater before  Candy came to their aid and tried to help them keep themselves from going under water.

All of this didn't work because they still went under water. Meanwhile, the Chain saw a group of 18 people trying not to get closer to the waterfall, some more than surprised than others, like Time and Twilight, who were both aware of it as Twilight told Time about his memories from the past (future) that would happen if they don't work together. 

"So, are we going to help the strangers that fell from the sky?" Legend was trying to find a logical explanation to the fact a portal had opened in the sky and a group of people fell from it into the water.

"I think so, yes, except for those two, they're already safe." Warriors pointed towards a shore that was close to the group, where two of the members were already taking a rest, the two having black hair but one was larger than the other and the other one was going between being awake and asleep.

"Well, better go help them and their friends before they die." Time said, he and the group walked in their direction and when they were close enough, they heard the two on the shore talking.

"Rosie don't dieee, who will help me sacrifice Ko and Li if you aren't there?" The chain stopped (minus Twilight and Time) the moment they heard that.

“Did they say sacrifice?” Silver lifted their head and stopped shaking rosie when they heard someone talking, and tried to look intimidating.

“Un paso más y les parto la madre ustedes pedazos de choto” Legend looks at them like they were an insect and passes by them to help the drowning people.

“It's fine we are here to help you” Time speaks, meanwhile Twilight got closer to the water looking for Shaunti, who at this point were almost dragging Fruit at the bottom of the lake with their weight.

—-----—--------------------------------

“Ok so you're telling me that each of you were in their own house, but then have a feeling, everything went blank and then found yourselfs falling from the sky?” Legend looks at the one that was supposed to be the older person of the group, Candy, that was the one to explain this.

"I know that sounds hard to believe but it's true. You saw us fall from the fucking sky did you not?" Candy looked at Legend and Time, because they were the ones to ask her the questions.

Legend just rolled his eyes and lokke over where the rest of the outlanders group and the chain was, each of them in their own little groups and doing things.

Twilight for some reason was fussing over the girl called Shaunti, helping them dry themselves and he put his Wolf pelt over them, thinking that would make Legend surprised, since it was so precious to him.

One of them, Fruit,if he was right, was drying themselves and shaking like a dog, trying to be calm, and sticking themselves to Cloud, other of the outlanders group,  who was trying to find a logical explanation for what was happening.

A guy called Ko was for some reason, speaking with Warriors about something that he wasn’t hearing about.

Wild was making food with the help of someone called Raijin, or Rai, because he heard when another person of the group, Chill, he thinks they called themselves, was looking for them.

Wind was interacting with another person of the group, Honey, and asking questions, meanwhile another person of their group, Li was standing at their side, not doing anything.

Other persons of the group, Puddle, Cuckie and Cosmo, if he recalled, were together, the two first trying to wake up the latter, because they almost drowned.

Hyrule was helping two of them, Bestie and Bean, well mostly trying to help the one called Bestie, because they also almost drowned, meanwhile Bean was freaking out because they weren't waking up.

The rest of the chain was interacting with other two of the outlanders’ Nilo and Padoru, he wasn’t hearing what they were speaking about.

And finally, the one that screamed to them in another language, Silver, was with Rosie, the one that was debating between being awake or asleep. Right now Rosie was asleep, and Silver was just sitting at their side, waiting for them to wake up, they almost looked like a guardian dog.

This is going to be a long day, Legend think and return to his conversation with the Old man and the girl with pink eyes

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

ack hello i'm requesting again because ur stuff is just chefs kiss. anyways, could i have a 🍰? i'm hero, i istp (i used to be intp but i took the test again and got istp) with a 5w4 ennegram. i'm a scorpio, and i'm 5'5 with dark brown hair (that kind of looks greenish sometimes because of a failed hair dying attempt) that is cut into that shaggy emo-eboy type of hairstyle. i use they/them pronouns btw. i have a sort of grunge/mall goth aesthetic, and my personality is kind of bitchy and cold, but when i'm around people i'm close to i can get pretty chaotic. i have a monster energy addiction and i literally don't sleep because i'm stupid 🤠. i like to skateboard, paint, write, watch anime, play video games, and just chill with my friends over discord. i'm a huge procrastinator, and i'm pretty good at school except for math (60% bitchesss). my favorite music artists are the arctic monkeys, the neighborhood, and corpse (agoraphobic is a fucking vibe). i'm pretty dumb, in a like "i have no common sense and will literally do anything if you tell me to" type of way, so my friends have a lot of photos of me doing stupid shit. i curse a lot and make dirty jokes, but if i have to get serious i will (most of the time). i call everyone bro, and i'm kind of awkward with physical touch, though i'm touch starved as fuck (perfect combo i know) LIKES (that i haven't already mentioned): the rain, 3am, noise cancelling earphones, extra polar ice gum, boba, discord, fruity chapsticks, cleanliness (if i get the motivation to clean i like it). DISLIKES: geometry, cold wind, people who say they "are not like other girls", eggplants, large crowds, going to school early, buses, rap music, overly positive people. i hope that's enough and thank you so much <3

Not me realizing i sent you a matchup request a while back while writing this...

Also WTF WE ARE LITERALLY THE SAME PERSON

I DEMAND WE BECOME FRIENDS LIKE RN

CW: a LOT of swearing (I’m sorry I got very hyped while writing this)

🍰 for @weeb-mp4

Romantic Matchup

Semi Eita

How yall met

He just saw you around school like all the time

And he really really liked your style

So one day he went up to you and was just like

Ayo Mamacita you cool as fuck when you free bbg ;)))

Jk

He just went up to you and was like

Hey your styles really cool

But you didn't answer him…

So he said it again

Still no answer

The poor boy was so confused

Had he done something to upset you?

But he's never even talked to you???

WHY WERE YOU IGNORING HIM?????

Then your friend came over and was like

Rude ass bitch that guy was talking to you

Turns out you had noise-canceling headphones on

You apologized to him and asked what he said

So he told you that he thought you were super cool and if your ever free to hang

You don't know why you agreed to hang out with a guy you just met

Bitch you gonna get kidnapped one day

But you accepted his offer

You guys decided to just go hang out at a nearby skate park

And it was such a simple hangout but yall had a BLAST

You had brought your speaker and asked him what music he wanted to listen to

Turns out yall like the same music!

And yall just skated around and talked a whole bunch

After that day you guys just hung out whenever you could

Honestly, there was never really a confession

People just assumed you were dating after a while

And when someone asked you both kinda just looked at each other and was like

Yeah. we are

What they love about you

He loves your overall VIBEEEEE

Like omg you're so chill

But so crazy

Super caring

But also low key a bitch

You're very smart

Yet you continue to do stupid shit

Your vibe is probably his favorite thing about you

Your style (duh)

It was literally the thing that drew him to you in the first place

Your style s like everything he wishes he could be

E-BOY SEMI SUPREMACY

100% has asked you to give him a makeover

He loves how your down for ANYTHING

He could be like hey you wanna go start a cult

And you'd just be like

Bold of you to assume I haven't started one yet 😐

Let's not get it twisted

This man loves EVERYTHING about you

These are just some of the MANY reasons why he loves you

Favorite things to do together

He loves to recreate the first time you both hung out

And he likes doing activities similar to that

Skating while blasting music

Driving while blasting music

Blasting music and singing along

Basically, anything where music involved

But he also loves having chill moments with you

Such as playing video games together

Or cuddling and watching anime

Random Hc

You got him addicted to monsters

You've created a MONSTER with MONSTERS

see what I did there

Most of your texting happens in the late hours of the night

Like get yo asses to bed smh

And most of your texting convos are about deep shit

Cause yk them late nights really get you thinking

If you're ever uncomfortable with him touching you

Just tell him

He respects you enough to respect any of your boundaries

Ok this next one very very random

But I love it

Hes fucking fabulous with that smudged eyeliner look

Astrology

Scorpio + Scorpio

Compatibility 82%

When emotional baggage is not a part of their everyday communication, the depth both of their minds have will be an incredible stimulus for each conversation they have.

No one can understand a Scorpio intellectually as much as another Scorpio.

Their topics can easily become dark, not because they both want to talk about depressing things, but because they understand each other in areas other people don’t want to deal with.

This is a good way for both of them to discover that they are not alone, and it can be healing for each partner for as long as emotional expectations are not involved.

If they work together and compete to advance to the same position or feel like they endanger each other’s status in any way, their contact can become truly unpleasant and turn to arguing, dismissal of anything said, or in one word – disrespect.

When they start a battle against each other, it cannot seem to stop, until one of them is beaten “dead” and there is nothing more that can be done for them to get back in the game.

If they see each other as adversaries, they will sting each other for victory, meaning they will do whatever it takes to win.

If they distance themselves from a situation, they might realize that none of them actually endangers the other.

To find mutual understanding, they need to lead separate lives and give each other enough room to do so.

Overall Aesthetic

90s Skater Bitchessss

Songs-

Daddy Issues (The Neighborhood)

Sweater Weather (The Neighborhood)

Oh Ana (Mother Mother)

505 (Arctic Monkeys)

[lemon-sugarcoats-nothing]

General TW

Gonna try keeping this short, but life rn is stabbing me in the shin and then rubbing lemon juice in it so imma just...give yall an update/vent;

-I'm pretty much the leader of a group of like-- 6-8 active members- on discord- Which basically means i generally have good relations with everyone in the group server, and im the one they turn to when they have conflicts, or concerns with another member. (made more so since i created the server for the first members and i-). Lately, all the active members except a few have been having problems. Specifically two people. and im stuck having to try and fix, and put a band-aid on the problems-

-One of my friends has been attempting to...off themself- more frequently- and that happened again yesterday. This was after their partner, another close friend, broke up with them for the moment due to stress from their previous attempts and other factors- and after talking to me and my girlfriend about the situation, asking for advice; we gave them options.

-People's parents always jump to judging me and i dont know what i'm doing wrong- I have an idea, but those ideas are either really old stuff, or, stuff like my gender and attraction to others-- i feel like im constantly being observed under a midcroscope and the slightest misstep will cause me to ruin relationships with the friends' parents who DO like me- or at least dont mind my existence-- I'm trying really hard to improve myself but its crap like this that makes it really hard,,, because its like-- no matter how hard i try, it doesnt matter or make a difference..

-Stuff with mom rn arent looking so great- i wont go into detail, but im worried about her- she had to be sent to the hospital at some point while she was out last night due to mental health reasons, and my brothers, father, and her boyfriend cant figure out where she is rn-- we dont know who she put down as her emergency contact- all we know is that when the police came to tell us and check on us at 2am, they already knew our names-- i think mom might've told them...idk-

-lastly, im starting to slip into old school habits, due to being so distracted by other stress- and i was really proud of my no overdue streak... now that its gone i find it harder to motivate myself to do my school work, and this week hasnt helped-

TL;DR: I feel awful, this week has been awful, and just when i think things are normal again, life decides to kick my metaphorical bleeding, lemon juice infused, shin

[blueluneacy]

Personal Update

If you've been following me for a while, then you're probably used to this blog going through… Phases. I tend to have periods of high activity and low activity. It's a combination of both my mood and my schedule, but Recently, I discovered something that horrified me, my worst nightmare realized.

After staring at a page for over an hour, I realized I had burnout. I looked for other causes. Maybe I was tired, or sick, or just had writers block. I looked for legitimately any other cause, because the idea of not being able to write absolutely horrifies me. I've always been writing, always been a writer. It was a massive blow to me. I've always heard about burnout, but I thought, never me! Besides, I don't have the time to be lazy, all of you are waiting for my next post. If I don't post soon, people aren't going to care anymore. In a funny twist, I, the person who constantly preaches on how you need to write for yourself, was not doing that.

And it's not to say that I don't enjoy the requests I'm getting! Some of them can be very same, but I have the power to delete something already done! If I don't like it, I don't have to do it, right? Well, sorta. I've been forcing myself to do something… Weird. I've been making myself write requests in order of when I get them, as some sort of act of fairness. Which on the one hand, sounds fair, but on the other, has honestly made me hate some of my own ideas. I hate writing TA Jotaro now, because I'm constantly doing it, and I don't know why. I used to love the concept, hell, I came up with it! Is there something wrong with me? I don't know.

I started looking into cures for burnout, to try and get something, some pill so I could keep working. But, it doesn't work like that, unfortunately. The only way to cure burnout is… To change. To stop, take a break. But I took a short break before, and I'm still here, burnt out. Well, I never really solved the problem of before, I only prolonged the time it would take me to get here. I honestly don't know what to do other than wait. Even writing this feels agonizing to me for some reason. And it's not just jojo, either. I tried writing so much, from stuff with my ocs, other fandoms, even poetry, but nothing came out. I don't know what to do at this point other than wait it out, but that idea scares the heck out of me, if I'm not writing, what do I do?

For those who don't know, I work at a Bath and Body Works as well as go to school. My job isn't my passion, but it helps fund college and it's decent work. The people are weird, but that's not the point of my little anecdote. At work, part of what I do is sell candles. Massive, three wick scented candles, meant to last for over forty hours of continuous burning. But, I also do returns. About once a week, someone comes in and returns an empty candle container,all used up. While I think it's the stupidest thing, our return policy states that we have to take them, so take them I do, looking over the empty container, with metal prongs and char all along the sides. And God, I feel like those empty candle containers right now! And the problem is, at work, we throw them out. You get rid of them and get a new candle. But I can't just throw out my brain and get a new one. And writing is my outlet, my coping mechanism. I don't know what to do with myself when I'm not attempting to write.

A friend of mine told me to look at things from a different angle. To turn what I'm thinking on its head and work from there. So… I'm gonna try. I'm closing requests now, and I'm still going to attempt to work on them, but well… They'll get done eventually, I just don't know when. As for me working on my burn out… I'm going to try and work on something new. I want to finish Wrong with the Reaper, I want to write more Diavolo, I have so many ideas that I feel like could be interesting and outside my normal realm of what I do, and thinking about them does make me excited in this time where I honestly feel so… Dull.

They say burn out can manifest physically, in extreme exhaustion. I've been sleeping almost all the time when I'm not working, to the point where my dad asked if I needed to have a sleep study. In a way, this realization has made a lot of pieces in my head click.

The raffle is still gonna end at the same time. I'm gonna draw tomorrow still and make a post, and the raffle winnings are gonna take precedent over the requests, just because they're a prize and all. I'm hoping maybe these longer flics will help too, maybe I'll work more on prose or something.

If you want to interact with me, talk to me, or maybe see my wips (always lookin for proof readers lmao), join my discord server at https://discord.gg/gQEEVMf. While I'm still gonna check my inbox here, it's a much easier way to reach me and talk to me.

Thanks for reading. You guys mean so much more to mean than you could ever possibly know. In a way, my burnout has stemmed from my constant race of being up to my own standards, as well as trying to be something that uplifts your day in my writing. I don't know anymore. What I'm trying to say is, thank you all. I'm writing is at almost four a.m. when I couldn't sleep, and I'll probably post it when I wake up. I never thought anyone would like my writing, but people who I have considered fucking idols in the jojo writing section of tumblr have even complimented my work, and it just makes me so happy that people I adore like my work, but also terrified, horrified that I will sooner or later disappoint. But, I'm still alive, I'm still living, still going. And I know that if I keep going, eventually, I think I'll get through this.