#I'm probably risking getting myself blocked

[differentdancesfandom]

I want to interact with so much cool Voltron stuff on Tumblr, but the more I do, the more Klance appears in my feeds, and as much as I love my M/M ships, I never shipped any the guys together on VLD. If I squint I get why Klance and Sheith exist, but I never really found my M/M VLD OTP. (Closest I got was some musings on Alfor/Coran, or Alfor/Zarkon as brothers-in-arms sex friends. I shipped Ulaz/Shiro for the one episode Ulaz was alive o(TヘTo).)

Keith/Lotor could be fun based on their parallel shared heritage, but I can't write Lotor/Pidge AND Keith/Lotor at the same time, my brain can only fixate on one pairing per character when I'm in a creative mood.

And Lotidge has my heart more, so...plus, Lotidge has scarcely over 100 fics on Ao3, Keith/Lotor has 900; I tend to go where I can add something new.

Hell, there isn't really an MM VLD ship I actively read.

The closest I've got for a VLD MM ship is a Thace-centric side story to Lack of Scientific Consensus Concerns Me (I haven't abandoned this series entirely, folks), and the ship I have in mind was inspired by a comment someone left on LoSCCM; the relationship tag on Ao3 says it's even more of a rarepair hell than Lotidge, because of course my brain won't let me write ships people actually want to read.

[scarycranegame]

>be me

>get new follower

>hellyes.wav

>look at their profile

>they're very obviously an antishipper

feelsbadman

[mollywog]

What are your thoughts on Possibility of Peeta in Canon feeling guilt over a perception that he forced Katniss into the Star crossed lovers?

Oooo -Thank you for giving me an opportunity to talk about this.

One of Peeta’s main survival tactics is his ability to read people and situations…. And he’s pretty good at it (which probably was helpful to him far before the arena with a volatile mother but that’s maybe more the stuff of HCs so moving on)

With that in mind:

One of the first things Peeta says to Katniss upon her discovering him in the arena is:

"Lean down a minute first," he says. "Need to tell you something." I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle as he whispers. "Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it."

Even in his fevered state, Peeta is aware that this is an act (at least on Katniss’s side)

Later - when he’s trying to convince Katniss not to go to the feast and she claims that she isn’t, he says:

"You're such a bad liar, Katniss. I don't know how you've survived this long." He begins to mimic me. "I knew that goat would be a little gold mine. You're a little cooler though. Of course, I'm not going." He shakes his head. "Never gamble at cards. You'll lose your last coin," he says.

‘I knew that goat would be a little gold mine. You're a little cooler though. Of course, I'm not going.’ -> all moments he (accurately) clocked where Katniss wasn’t being 100% honest if not outright lying

The ‘I don’t know how you’ve survived this long’ part is particularly interesting to me but I digress.

So then fast forward to after the feast where Katniss risked her life to save him:

"No! Just don't, Katniss!" His grip tightens, hurting my hand, and there's real anger in his voice. "Don't die for me. You won't be doing me any favors. All right?"

I'm startled by his intensity but recognize an excellent opportunity for getting food, so I try to keep up. "Maybe I did it for myself, Peeta, did you ever think of that? Maybe you aren't the only one who ... who worries about ... what it would be like if ..."

I fumble. I'm not as smooth with words as Peeta. And while I was talking, the idea of actually losing Peeta hit me again and I realized how much I don't want him to die. And it's not about the sponsors. And it's not about what will happen back home. And it's not just that I don't want to be alone. It's him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread

"If what, Katniss?" he says softly.

I wish I could pull the shutters closed, blocking out this moment from the prying eyes of Panem. Even if it means losing food. Whatever I'm feeling, it's no one's business but mine.

"That's exactly the kind of topic Haymitch told me to steer clear of," I say evasively, although Haymitch never said anything of the kind. In fact, he's probably cursing me out right now for dropping the ball during such an emotionally charged moment. But Peeta somehow catches it.

"Then I'll just have to fill in the blanks myself," he says, and moves in to me.

In this moment Katniss inwardly acknowledges that she has real feeling beyond the act and Peeta, again, reads those feelings correctly.

This is the turning point for him.

So, then imagine his surprise on the train tracks (and all the self doubt):

"It was all for the Games," Peeta says. "How you acted."

"Not all of it," I say, tightly holding on to my flowers.

"Then how much? No, forget that. I guess the real question is what's going to be left when we get home?" he says.

(Just picture Peeta replaying the games in his head and trying to figure out where he missed the tell.)

We often joke about Peeta being oblivious to Katniss’s feelings for him in Catching Fire, but really: He’s been burned by ‘misinterpreting’ her before and he’s trying not to make the same ‘mistake’ again.

In a way

“You love me. Real or not real?

Is a remnant of that doubt.

Anyways - back you your original question:

There wasn't a single person in Panem expecting the Gamemakers to allow for two winners prior to the rule change... 73 years of one Victor: It's unprecedented.

The star-crossed lovers strategy, under normal game circumstances,

Benefits them both. The romance makes them both fan favorites to sponsors. But, at the end of the day, there can only be one Victor. So when one were to die, public sympathy would swing sponsors towards the broken hearted other.

Relied very little on Katniss; she didn't have to opportunity to state her feelings for Peeta to the audience after the interview and in the arena, up until the rule change, she barely saw him. Had he died before the (unprecedented) rule change, there wouldn’t be much for her to do but appear sad. The star-crossed lover but is eventually just a sound bite.

No one could have predicted that both Katniss and Peeta would be crowned victors and have to maintain the strategy indefinitely.

So yes, on top of believing he mistook Katniss’s feelings for him in the arena, he then discovered they’d have to maintain the pretense of lovers for the rest of their lives… I’m sure he felt all sorts of miserable ways about that.

[hg-aneh]

will you ever come back, or is this an indefinite hiatus/straight up dipping?

i don't know

all the i miss yous are making me want to come back but ik i would just be terrified and motionless as soon as i do

Vent-ish Rant downstairs

CW: Pedophilia, Antisemitism, Suicide, Ableism, Harassment, Bullying, all the important words except for murder basically

i want to fix things in private with the people who hurt me so things can be okay and I don't out them for being wieners

but i also want everyone to know who hurt me, yet I'm aware it's not the right choice to make. social media outrage barely leads to anything, specially where minors are concerned

hell,now that i think about it, considering the fact that they genuinely don't believe people older than them are allowed to have feelings, I don't even think talking would be the right move

it's scary, its fucking scary

fuck. the whole thing started with a person mocking the way i spoke about crowley telling me to stop babying him because i was a legal adult and shouldn't be speaking like that

i had just turned 18 and the person was only a year younger than me

like when it's gone to that point and shit is that fucked up, what can one person even do

i remember i laughed about it back then but truth be told, every single little thing I've been told and that I've listened to coming from the people who hurt me has fucking destroyed me as a person

I looked at my older Discord messages, from before this whole mess started. I was so fucking happy and shameless with my joy, now look at my sorry ass

i just.

it's crazy that i have to go around masking in social media of all places because there are people that take such offense to me being cringe that they legitimately turn into high school mean girls

it's crazy that there are people who claim I'm something i am not because they want to make me look bad in the eyes of their little circlejerking friend groups so they can feel like the hero of the story

it's crazy that empathy goes completely out of the window when an account is big, that people don't see human beings as human beings when they're behind a screen

"just log off lol" i am a lonely shut in motherfucker due to my autism (that, surprise surprise, hinders my ability to socialize), you do not understand what you're asking of me, specially while being in this country and at this point in time where I'm actively craving to kick the metaphorical bucket, at daily risk of doing so, and what basically is house arrest for my own safety and well being

(aka, avoiding to physically yeet myself into upcoming traffic or buying something to actually seal the deal)

thus far I've been accused of antisemitism, pedophilia, being too self-centered (which. bro, the reason why i talk about myself is because it's the one thing i can comment on without being scared of some random person coming to tell me "NuH uH" about it out of nowhere or worse, having their feelings hurt because I don't agree with them 100%), proshipper (which, to those people, the word implies wonderful labels such as "incest apologist" "pedophile" (again) "abuse endorser" among other things) ((sidenote, I'm on neither side on that particular discourse. my friends from both sides know this. I would elaborate on my stance if this wasn't already long enough, but it is, so I'm leaving it at an "I don't care, you do you, but please leave me out of it")), being... mean... because i blocked someone...? (this one is just. that's how the second wave of hate started btw. yeah, because i blocked someone. holy fuck), and there's probably a handful of other things I haven't seen yet. fuck it, there's probably someone out there calling me a zoophile because of my catboy au

My friends who I will not name because I don't want the high school mean girls crusade to get to them, have helped me stash out evidence for all of the accusations and bullying.

fuck, they were the ones who let me know about it on the first place, both actions for which i am eternally thankful for because it means I can defend myself properly should the occasion arise (dios no quiera)

I've already had to make a post on Xitter responding to the antisemitism and pedophilia claims, in which, for the latter, i had to reveal extremely personal information for the people who started this to give me respite if only for a while

and. ugh

What I'm trying to get at with all of this is. it's. coming back is scary. i want to but at the same time I don't think I can take this shit anymore

I wish I had people defending me like this when the harassment started because I'm a spineless little bitch who'd rather talk things out and at least be neutral with people than clap back and tell them to stop being stinky

but what's done is done and now i just gotta figure out how to fix my head before i do something stupid

this is not the full story obviously, I'm cutting off certain details as well as more personal depression stuff to not make this bible longer than it already is

fuck

TLDR: I need a hug, idk if I'm coming back, I probably will cuz I can't say no to people, and some teenagers are horrible

[spockandawe]

Here we go! I have some smaller books to share as well, but I've been absolutely VIBRATING with excitement to share a BIG one, and I'm going to indulge myself and post that today, then figure out words for the rest. Because I bound a new cnovel. Check it out, guys, I bound jwqs/clear and muddy loss of love :D

Let me indulge myself and backtrack a little! First, these are quarto books, so they're short. But I think these average a little under 500 pages each, and jwqs is a LONG book (my beloved), and this adds up to a total eleven inches of lesbians. More like twelve once they're in their cases. It's over a million characters in Chinese and I think the English translation comes in somewhere around 890k, it's HUGE

Making these books was SO FUN, I hadn't read jwqs and still haven't, and will probably read on my phone when I do. I don't have any exciting photos of the typesetting, but I knew this was an imperial succession story, and that made me nervous, those stories don't always click for me. Well, the process of typesetting and adding footnotes for this beast definitely confirmed that I'm going to have a good time with this thing when I have the time to read it, but there was also so much going on that only the vaguest of spoilers sank in. I went into an absolute FRENZY of typesetting, and after I printed, cut and folded it, well. That was one afternoon of sewing. You're looking at the reason I'm scrambling to make up a few hours of missed work, hahaha

After that, I needed cases. At the very beginning of march, I received a shipment of some FASCINATING bookcloth. It's called Duo, and it's made by layering a thin gauzy fabric of one color over paper of a different color. Depending on the combos, you get a really cool range of color-shifting effects. And they've gone out of production! But I was part of a group order to get some of the goods, and hadn't yet finished a new project. Reader, I went for it.

That purple and green is bananas!!!! It's so hard to photograph, this midnight picture of a few cases is one of my most successful attempts to capture the full range up close. Originally I'd been thinking of trying to evoke imperial gold, but I figured this was still the kind of drama and luxury suited the book, and also something something the hidden colors suited Qi Yan's character. I tied it back a little to the imperial gold with the endpapers, then titled them in silver foil, since the endpapers had silver in them.

But once the books were made, I felt like it wanted something... more. Something like a BOX!

And me, I chase novelty. A set this large would be tricky for anything clamshell, but a slipcase for all seven would leave books tipping all over if it was wide open, but putting walls between slots would be demanding in terms of precision and would risk similarly-sized books getting stuck in the wrong slots. Then I remembered learning about slipcases where you could put in a little insert to support the weight of the text block, and the concept SNAPPED into place.

Colors aren't going to photograph well at midnight, but I made the supports using the scraps and off-cuts from my endpapers, to tie it back into the bindings. The back of the case is lined in more of the duo, and the walls are lined with a faux leather bookcloth I like a lot, it feels buttery smooth and seemed like a good neutral material to tie the papers and bookcloth together. I listened to some of the DEEPEST layers from the nine-hour conspiracy theory iceberg video while I was working on this, haha, it was a TRIP.

And in the end, each of the supports is sized to comfortably sit in the smallest of the volumes, and evenly spaced, so I believe it will take the books in any order with no problems. It's easy to grab the books without having to cut notches into the walls to grab them from. And even though weight is less of an issue for quarto sizing, the books in here have their weight supported no matter what angle the box is at! I'm so, so pleased with how this concept worked out and definitely plan to do more with it in the future.

So there we are! Jing Wei Qing Shang! I had such a fabulous time with this project, and I'm so excited to get to share it with all of you. The story was fun to work with, the bindings and box were fun to make, and everything here came together just as well as I could possibly have hoped. I'm so proud of this, and incredibly, incredibly excited to show it to you!

[reignpage]

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Depends on how you ask 'Pt 2 when? or 'tag me in pt 2' won't get you anywhere with me But if you express genuine interest then of course I'd be more likely to consider making a part 2 if I haven't already decided

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Will you do other characters like Ino and Shiu?

I do add Ino, Hiro and Shiu sometimes but they're special guests. It's a little difficult for me to write for them because of timing and because l don't know them well enough so I don't want people to start expecting them. They're a treat.

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Why do you get so upset about people sending requests?

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Do you read your inbox?

Of course, I read all comments and messages sent to my inbox I may not reply to every nice message, but that's usually because I like to keep most of them in my inbox for me to scroll through when I'm feeling low

Do you respond to hate messages?

No lol I've developed a skill of sensing the vibes of a message and blocking the user without reading the message so don't bother sending me paragraphs about how much you hate me It won't be read and then you've just wasted your time dumbass Plus I have a shit memory anyways

How do you make the coloured fonts?

I followed screampied's tutorial, it's on their faq I use stuffbydavid

Do you have a tag list?

No, I don't do tagging unfortunately

Will you be making dark content often?

Probably not frequently, but it’s certainly a possibility. I won’t restrain myself because of a minority of people’s own discomfort.

Will you ever write for Yuta?

No.

Where do you get your 18+ mdni dividers from?

@fic-dumpster a real goldmine. full credit to them!

[strze-lec]

i'm gonna say it cause it's giving me brainrot, please please please please somebody fic it because i can't

someway, somehow, the police actually get the hint of the games during the revolution inside and they cannot resume the games right away. Everyone gets put back to their old lives, but no money is given (so they can have an incentive for them to come back later) and all the vips and organizationall staff needs to lay low. Gi-hun does learn of In-ho's or rather Young-il's dayjob as a Frontman before he loses consciousness by the gas they put the players to sleep by.

So Gi-hun ends up back in his hotel with no new evidence and only a fresh memory of more people dying, of his best friend dying and being betrayed by another he started calling his friend. He's tethering on the edge of anger and depression and regularly falling on both sides.

At some point, he realizes he's not alone in the hotel, but the signs are subtle. It takes him a while. Eventually, he meets the self-invited guest, the last person he wants to see: In-ho. He's smirking when he tells Gi-hun his security protocols are laughable. Gi-hun doesn't waste time talking to him and throws himself at In-ho, trying to off him, but after a rather lengthy fight that In-ho is mostly just blocking his advances, they separate and out of breath Gi-hun spats the question of what he's doing here. In-ho's not even winded and tells him he needed a place to lay low for the time being and there's probably no place lower than this hellhole. Of course, they get into a fight of words this time (or more so, Gi-hun treats this encounter as an argument) and Gi-hun says he's going to go to the police and In-ho's like "you do you, but you have no proof, and don't forget you have a stack of illegally aquired, no-tax-paid money and when push comes to the shove, between the two of us it's you who look more like the Frontman" and literally walks away back to the room he claimed as his

then there's some shouting and threatening on Gi-hun's part about you know, offing him in his sleep or sending someone to do it for him but In-ho's really not concerned with that

so it ends up with Gi-hun deciding he's going to use In-ho's presence to either successfully take him off the living plane or gather evidence to jail him. At the same time, In-ho is just having a great time being a bother, watching his favorite human go mad and generally giving "the game's off right now so i'm just gonna relax and be obnoxiously myself"

In-ho makes the long-forgotten hotel's kitchen clean again and likes to spend time there making good food (he offers it to Gi-hun but he's suspicious he'll poison him), taking relaxing baths and walking only in a towel afterwards, pissing off Gi-hun ("you jump at every sound. Who traumatized you?" or "relax, if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead") and catching up on reading and TV shows ("do you have any idea how much preparation goes into these games? I didn't spend the last three years dilly-dallying like you did").

At some point, Gi-hun begins to follow him when he notices In-ho going out regularly and realizes that he's helping in a shelter for troubled youths - helping them study, cooking with them etc. When Gi-hun confronts him about recruiting new players, In-ho points out that they still have a chance to get out of the lowlife status their parents brought them up in and it's a logical part of his worldview of cleaning the streets. Asks Gi-hun how actievly he puts his hero mentality into usage to be judging his choices. And then questions if it's easier for Gi-hun to demonize him, see him only as a monster if he doesn't know he likes fried rice and teaches at risk teenager's how to budged. If he feels better with himself not knowing In-ho shops his vegetables and fruits from old ladies like the player 149 and had too many "this is your life, you need to decide what's best for you" talks with girls like player 222.

Gi-hun takes a long route to the hotel and when In-ho offers him fried rice this evening, he sits quietly across from him and eats it. He's still fuming about everything In-ho did and does and will do once the game is resumed but still needs to come up with a plan how he's actually going to achieve his goal in In-ho's case and he reasons that pretending a truce - somewhat like In-ho did during the game - is the best option.

So he forces himself to relax and accept In-ho's current presence in his life and pretends he's able to talk to him like he was a human too.

This action will have consequences.

[ftmfuntime]

About me and boundaries:

30, he/they ftm, 1.5yrs on t, 5 months post top surgery, pansexual and poly, we do things seperately but are aware of eachother doing things.

This is a side blog for spicy fun times and connecting with other queer people. Main blog i like and follow from is @/ti*********ws

Approx of what i look like cause picrews are cute.

I am always open to random dms and pics, unsolicited is welcome. See below for boundaries.

Green light

Body terms: pussy, cunt, wet, hard, hole, dick, cock. Mostly anything except clit and breasts. My bottom growth looks like a dick, it's a dick. I don't have boob's (top surgery), so chest is fine. Also no feeling in the nipples, so nipple play kinda sucks for me.

Degradation/praise, I love them both so long as it's correctly gendered. Call me names, cute ones or not so cute ones. Just recently found out being called a fag(got) during degredation melts my brain. Do with that info what you will.

Bd/sm dynamics, I am strictly bottom/sub.

Edging, denial, and orgasm control. Like getting told when I'm allowed to cum. See how much I edge, just started keeping track 💜

Pet play, puppy boy. Discovering new things constantly. Owner is @puns-horny-blog 💜, favorite tag belongs to them ☺️

Fauxcest, still exploring this and will update if it changes. Kiddo, son, little one. Daddy tag belongs to @yetanothermutt 💜

Pics/lewds/vids/audio, I am pansexual so I am not picky, I'm just excited to be here. I do prefer other trans people, but I'm not gonna turn my nose up at getting cis queer people in my inbox.

Threats and cnc messages welcome, including breeding (it is purely through a k!nk perspective, not wishing anything upon myself or anyone else in a real sense)

Intox (weed, im a lightweight though), and somno (still exploring this one).

Eh, yellow light, I'm neutral on these

Calls/FaceTime/face pics, probably only be okay with it after getting to know someone or exchanging pics for awhile.

Force masc, but only if it's in a gender affirming way.

Cis straight folks, if you're gonna interact, figure out how to talk to trans people first. This is not an education page, I will not teach you how here.

Hard no, red light, don't try

Minors, you don't belong here. If I don't see an age in bio or a 18+ or mdni, I more than likely won't respond. If you've made it to this point, block me. NOW.

Those with age restrictions can block me if they don't want me around. I know I'm older in the community, if that weirds you out block me. I try to pay attention if a blog doesn't want XX+ interacting, but I don't always catch it. We're all adults here.

No detrans, or fake boy content

If I've left anything else out that you're curious about, you can always send an ask and I can update this post. BDSM test results below. Everything else is welcome to my DMs. 💜💜💜

No scat/watersports, no vomit, no feeder/ed, no sh, no blood play (fine with risk aware acts, just not a fan of bleeding for those reasons).

My current tags: #funtimeanswers for asks, #funtimespeaks for og posts, #funtimesfavmutual for my sir 💜, #funtimesdaddy for my daddy 🥰

[derww]

DEVOTIONS WEEK DAY 6: FRIENDLY/PARANOIA

– Listen, – Spoke begins, sitting with his legs apart and leaning on them, on a block of netherite in the middle of the dupe vault, – I know that I've been acting strangely lately, right?

– That's not the right word,– Mapicc grumbles – he stands leaning against a wall of beacons, arms crossed, – a little more, and you would have completely switched to riddles.

– I know, I know, I'm sorry, – Spoke raises his hands, showing that he gives up, – I thought to keep everything to myself – here, you know, such a delicate matter, anyone can break everything, – he hesitates, – but then I realized that the simplest way to get you in my way is to keep you in the dark.

– I wish I could say you're wrong, – Zam stammers, – but you're probably completely right. To be honest, I've been very worried about you these last few days, all you've been doing is saying mystical phrases and refusing to clarify, I already thought that you were betraying us.

– Fair enough,– Spoke nods, – I'll tell you. But this has to stay just between the three of us. No one else has to find out; otherwise, everything will be at risk. Do you understand?

– What about Ro, – Mapicc interrupts, – even he can't know?

– He can't. Neither Roshambogames, nor TheTerrain, nor Vortexdragon. Just the two of you. It should be a secret from everyone. I can only tell you two.

Mapicc gives him a dark look and shakes his head – suspects, does not believe – but does not continue.

Zam looks at him from under his brows. Even now, holding on to different walls, he and Mapicc feel like one team, – what's the matter, Spoke?

He grins.

– This is a large-scale plan that originates before the start of the season. A glitch capable of determining the order of this world for years to come. The vulnerability is in the very code of reality. The whole dupe war is just part of the setup for it, and when the plan is put into action, nothing that happens at the level of ordinary players will cease to matter.

– Are you going to end this world? – asks Zam with unreadable emotion.

– Oh, Zam, – Spoke shakes his head, – I'm going to do a lot more.

***

– I just can't take it seriously anymore, – Zam shares, gnawing on a cookie. – Ro and his plans, – clarifies, – all his plans, you know? What difference does it make if Spoke turns the server into his playground very soon?

– He's having fun, – Mapicc shrugs, – weren't you having fun?

– Not really. I tried, because you are my team, but I never got better. It's not my thing.

– But you're so calm about the Wormhole. How is this better?

– It takes any responsibility out of the hands of the players, – Zam shakes his head, – what difference does it make if someone has an op? This world is obviously doomed, and you are my team, so why would I bother?

– I don't understand how you think. – And, distracted instantly, – I would have told him, but Spoke is right. The information is too sensitive. He's already taken a big risk by including us in.

– I would not like to fail to meet his expectations.

– I wouldn't want to mess up his plan. It's cool.

– It is... It's cruel, – Zam snorts, dragging his fingers along the masonry floor of the base. A modest poppy is breaking through the seams, – but I will not stop it. I respect Spoke. But, you know what?

– Hmm? 

– Spoke will regret it.

***

– How would you explain it at all, mind who? – Vi throws up his hands. A helpless expression is stuck on his face.

– We didn't like our team anymore, and we came for an interview, – Zam calmly replies, hanging down to see the swirling thick fog.

– To a secret base?... – Vi ironically clarifies, and Zam, grunting, nods, as if it was absolutely normal and definitely not crazy.

– I mean, – Mapicc grins – he, unlike Zam, sticks to the wall, clearly not feeling safe, – the fact that we were able to find it quite counts for passing the test. Not that it was difficult, of course.

– You know we're going to war against you, right? – Subz remarks skeptically, clearly not seeing the need to keep this in his sleeve, – against Ro and Mapicc in the first place, but also against Zam and even Spoke, too.

– Publicly, fight as many as you want, – Mapicc snorts; for him, the idea that he could lead to a decrease in the amount of violence on the server would definitely be unthinkable, – we are here unofficially. As colleagues. We came to say hello and find out how you are here. How are you doing with your idiotic emocult.

Subz facepalms. Vi sighs heavily.

– You shouldn't have been included, – Vi grumbles, but he doesn't sounds angry. – the more people know, the higher the chance that information leaks out.

– You can't return what has been done, – Zam shrugs his shoulders. – but hey, we're your best bet, we keep secrets well, remember the dupe war? – he grins, – we will be friends, Vi, don't worry. Do you remember the end of the season 3? I do.

There is a deadly silence. It is interrupted by Mapicc:

– So, where's the sacrifice room or something?

***

– I don't really like all of this, – Zam sadly admits, poking at the side of a po potion, – it creates too much imbalance between the players. If Spoke gets an op, he will be the only one with absolute power. But now... They're just mortals playing gods. You may be immortal and omnipotent, but you're still human, actually. It's stupid.

– I can understand that,– Mapicc nods. – the way Ro shot Pangi? Absolutely not necessary. Bro, bro, you can pick up a sword and kill him yourself. 

– Yes... – Zam pulls, – I understand the thirst for power and advantage, but what's the point if all this is illegal and doesn't really belong to you? This is... wrong. I wouldn't want it all to be on the server.

– Do you want to betray Spoke? – Mapicc asks imperturbably, and Zam flinches.

— No... No, – he stammers, – of course I don't like it, but there's no point in betrayal. Of course, I can try to take illegal items from people and dump them into the lava, but it will never work. And Spoke will be a god very soon, and none of this will matter anymore. If he wants to, he will remove all these toys. If he wants to, he will give them to absolutely everyone. Then why do anything at all?

– You could tell Parrot what's going on, – Mapicc suggests disinterestedly, and Zam snorts.

– To him? It's too late, the illegal items are already on the server. Spoke has too much pressure on him.

– It must be hard for you,– Mapicc says suddenly.

– Why? 

– Things are wrong for you, and your prospects are meaningless.

– Isn't that true? – Zam is surprised.

– Who knows, – Mapicc shrugs, – I'm not inclined to overthink as you do, but I know that wherever I am, any decision I make counts. – And with a well-aimed blow, he smashes the bottle of potion into the wall.

***

– It's, like, pretty decent,– Zam comments when they get high enough to regard the position as private.

– Who, your self-esteem? – Mapicc laughs it off and intercepts his trident, which is almost completely blackened by the number of effects.

– The Wormhole, – Zam replies with a smile, and Mapicc looks up.

Below them is a huge war for a twisted and broken world. Above them – a blue–blue-purple funnel continues to spin inexorably.

– Well, at least something good came out of it. – Mapicc shakes his head.

– No, there's something else, – Zam adds meekly.

– And what is it?

– It will never happen again.

Mapicc clicks his tongue and nods, understanding.

– You're right about that. Once and never again.

[geometricgiovanni]

YOU ARE NOW A PRETTY PRINCESS! ✨

This blog contains references to threats and violence. You have been warned.

(hey guys cool sexy man here to tell you first half is in-character, second half under cut is out-of-character)

HELLO! I MADE THIS ACCOUNT OUT OF SPITE OF THAT DISGUSTING THING THAT PLAGUES THIS GOD-FORSAKEN SITE!

NO, DON'T ASK ME ABOUT IT. IF YOU DO, I WILL CRUSH YOU! LETHALLY. You will feel pain. also he blocked me on all 8 of my accounts so um, y'know........

ASK ME THINGS! ASK ME TO DESCRIBE IN EXCRUCIATING DETAIL ASPECTS OF MY LIFE! ASK ME TO DO OBSCURE ACTIVIES THAT WOULD SEVER MY LIMBS IF I HAD ANY!

So here's some info in a similar format to my other blog, some things, such as boundaries, will be copied and pasted:

Blog Information✨

This is an ask/rp blog for Jeremy from regretevator, specifically the Jeremy referenced in @displ3azant. I might use this blog to more freely talk about my specific headcanons about characters from the perspective of an outsider, so that account is likely the only specific one referenced on this blog.

Jeremy in this blog uses he/any!

MAIN TAGS:

#geometric asks - Asks

#geometric posts - Non-ask related posts/reblogs

#ooc - Out-of-character post

BLOG OWNER 🔥

Hello! I am Hex! Yes, you will see me talking to myself! No, do not comment on it. Please refer to me using he/him or it/its pronouns.

My other accounts are: @hexexists - my main blog, if you receive notifications from this account, please know it is just me! @hexational - my regretevator blog @displ3azant - afformentioned Unpleasant rp blog

I'll try to respond to most asks with a drawing of some variety, and if it's something I can use to reveal little ass-shit and bull-dumps about my version of Jeremy.

Please note, however, I am not just one singular guy but also a senior who should really be spending his free time studying, so sometimes I will just give a text response.

Also to note: I am 17 years old, therefore a minor! Even if I was not a minor, I am still not comfortable with weird shit! Keep it in your fucking pants, asshole! Apologies if I sound rude, but holy shit the only blog gets SO many weird asks! I will just be blocking and ignoring any freaky anons, apologies if you are my friend trying to mess with me, but I genuinely cannot take any more risks.

Boundaries ✨

Shipping content: Shipping content is okay, but I don't care much for romance personally and so will likely not play much into it. Please don't push anything, I guess, and nothing that promotes proshipping or any kind of literally illegal pairing. If you dislike any direction taken ship-wise for this blog, then block me and move on with your day.

NSFW content: NSFW CONTENT IS NOT ALLOWED. I am a minor. Thx. Also, "suggestive" jokes are very selectively okay. Basically, if it makes me uncomfortable or is literally disgusting, it will be ignored and likely deleted, and I will probably make fun of you.

Roleplaying: I am totally okay with roleplaying and sending/responding to asks in character!

(ps: i'm also happy to rp with other regretevator ocs too, i think those r super duper cool)

That's all, really.

your mortal enemy,

-Hex

[sister-hawk]

HEY LOOK AT WHAT I MADE!!! I whittled this elephant out of a block of basswood, and then painted it by hand, as a gift for my lovely girlfriend, @potsiefaerie 😘♥️💖🩵 When we were still getting to know each other, she mentioned that she collects white elephant figures with her mother (after they found one at a white elephant sale), and I was like, "Wait, I've done a bit of whittling before. Surely I could make one, right???" And then it became my mission all through the spring, summer, and fall. And after a bit of a mad dash to the end, I was finally able to give it to her the first time we met in person 🥰

While it was in no way easy, crafting this elephant was an absolute joy, and it really (re)awakened in me a love for the art of whittling. I had only done some very basic whittling before, close to a decade and a half ago. So with very little experience, none of which was recent, I really impressed myself with how well this thing turned out. And while I'm no stranger to painting, I've never done detail like this before. That is just natural talent babey. I have definitely found my calling in this craft.

It's roughly 2 and 3/4 inches tall, and probably around 4 and 1/2 inches long. I have absolutely no idea how many hours it took start-to-finish. But it was a lot lol.

Process:

The first step was to find reference images of elephants online, from various angles. I used those to create basic drawings of an elephant mid-stride from 5 different angles (left, right, top, front, and back). I printed and cut those out of paper to create a simple stencil to trace the shape onto the block of wood (that's what you see in the first image.

The second step was to actually cut the rough shape of it out of the wood with a coping saw. Then I divided the bottom (where the legs are) in half, and used the drawing as a guide for removing the halves of the legs that weren't needed (since it is not symmetrical in its stance.) That gave me an extremely rough and blocky elephant shape.

Next came the whittling, and that was by far the majority of the work. Months were spent slowly shaving away little bits of wood, occasionally glancing at my reference images, until finally the final shape was achieved. Then it was sanded down so as to smooth out the facets created by the carving process, and to refine the shape a little more.

I also must mention that I did drop it at one point on a cement porch and snap one of the legs off at the knee. But! A bit of wood glue and a rubber band fixed that fairly easily.

Then came the painting process. First I used a glaze to help seal the wood. Wood is a very absorbent material. I knew that, in order to ensure that this piece would last as long as possible, it needed to be sealed so that the wood did not absorb moisture from the air, which could eventually lead to cracking as it expanded and shrank. But paint itself also poses some risk in this way, and the wood really wants to soak it up. So the glaze ensured that that wouldn't happen.

Then I put down three coats of white paint (with another touch-up coat), and then sealed that with another coat of the glaze. This was to protect the white underneath when I started painting with the blue, so that if I messed it up, I would have the chance to remove the blue without totally stripping the white.

Next was the detail work with the blue paint. The designs were first drawn on using a 4h graphite in a mechanical pencil (4h is pretty hard, so it wouldn't leave much behind. That made it easier to erase mistakes and cover with the paint). I did reference a couple mandalas that I found online for the ones on the forehead and back, but all of it was painted by hand with an extremely tiny brush and an enormous amount of patience. It requires very steady hands.

And the final step was two part. First, another coat of glaze to protect the blue paint so that it would not get smeared (not after I did all that hard work!!!). And finally, four coats of varnish to completely seal everything off. My hope is this thing will still be sitting on someone's shelf at least a few generations from now, so I did everything I could to protect it as much as possible.

Materials and tools:

3x3x6in block of basswood, from some website idk lol.

Coping saw from Lowe's.

Whittling tools from Beaver Craft.

120, 220, and 400 grit sandpaper from Lowe's.

Glaze, paints, and varnish from Jo Sonja's.

[praxcrown5]

I was taking geology classes last year so ummm what's the natural disaster that you dread the most?

And also do you ever think about the insane amounts of erosion required to make the cliffs in Cars look like actual cars?

So, before I started teaching geology, I was afraid of volcanoes and tornadoes. Now that I know more about both, neither really terrify. I have seen volcanic eruptions first hand, clambered around on fresh pyroclastic flows, looked down into smoking craters, hugged giant blocks of obsidian...and while the power that they possess is mind-boggling...they can only hurt you if you live near one (which I don't). When doing field work, I was well aware of the dangers of working on an active volcano...and if something would have happened beyond my control, I'd have died...probably well before I was even aware of anything. But that was a calculated risk. I put myself in harms way to collect data that could be used to save lives...which is a lot different than having one's house rocked by an eruption. This does happen, but again, mostly to people living in the shadow of these mountains...and even then, if an eruption does occur, usually there is enough warning to at least get the heck out of dodge. Climate altering eruptions (i.e. Yellowstone) are so rare that you have a better chance of winning the lottery AND getting struck by lighting in the same instant than ever having to live through one. So...yeah, not too concerned. As for tornadoes, I currently live by the Great Lakes. My house has a much higher likelihood of being buried by lake-effect snow than blown down by a tornado. And even when I lived in Texas, right in the heart of Tornado Alley, it was still more likely for a tornado to miss your house than plow into it.

Right now, the only natural disasters I fear are those not covered by my homeowners insurance: Floods and ground movement. I live on a small escarpment, and there has never been a flood big enough to reach my house as far back as records go. So, not an issue. Earthquakes can happen here...but they tend to be small. Ground subsidence is more likely, but since ours is an older house, most of the subsidence that comes with new development has already happened. Climate change, on the other hand, is a very real thing that has been changing weather patterns. Two years ago, I survived the worst blizzard I've ever seen, one that dumped nearly eight feet of snow on my house in three days...then it all melted within a week accompanied by rain. Who knows what the future holds, or whether the house will hold up to the challenges. We'll have to wait and see...

I am still in AWE of the first cars movie and how much research they did to make Ornament Valley look as good as they did. You need only look up Monument Valley, AZ or Bryce Canyon or Arches National Park or The Grand Canyon to see real examples of how weathering and erosion can do amazing things with solid rock...given enough time. One of the little details that I like is that they also have correct geology too. Like, if you look at Willie's Butte, you can see that there is a caprock of resistant rock and that the layers beneath are thinner and look like they're made of shale or claystone, both of which weather faster than rocks like sandstone or limestone. Even the Cadillac Range behind Radiator Springs looks a LOT like the Minarets, a series of jagged peaks in the Sierra Nevada. And the lighting! Don't even get me started on that. It's perfect. When I watch the movie, I feel like I'm there. It's very, very impressive.

Sorry if this response is long-winded... :D I could talk for hours about the geology of the Cars movies...

[ashen-vulture]

A Vulture In Therapy #2.5

A Nice Little Interlude (The Roost)

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The looming city was intense and claustrophobic to my quiet, rural, country-kid senses. I don't have an appointment yet, but I want to familiarize myself with the route.

My hands were shaking as I found a place to park and stepped out. Everything looks the same. I pull out my phone to see if my map app could illuminate the way, but it seemed about as lost as I was. Luckily I printed out the address and directions.

Surely I wouldn't get lost.

...

I got lost.

Whenever I get lost like this I inevitably devolve into a hyperventilating, crying mess, but this time I was only feeling a tightness in my chest and a fog filling my eyes. I just needed a place to sit down and recover. Somewhere quiet.

I noticed a narrow walkway out of the corner of my misty eyes and seemed to call to me. On the second floor of an older looking building hung a sign that said "The Roost (Witches, Familiars, and Spirit Bonds Welcome)."

As I ascended the long ramp I could smell fresh bread and coffee. The tightness in my chest relaxed as I went inside. There was a lot of vertical space inside, with small walkways along the walls with the occasional fox, cat, and snake. There was a tree growing up in the middle of a luminous green circle, bearing fresh fruit, and with crows and owls existing amicably within range of one another.

"I knew this place was magic, but..." I began to whisper to myself, taking in the beauty of the small cafe.

The air here felt relaxing and familiar and easy even though it was a little cramped. I walked up to the counter to order, stuttering through the menu. The elderly woman behind the counter smiled warmly, her wrinkles stretching her heavily freckled face in a kind and lively way.

"You must be one of the new witch apprentices."

"Huh?"

She pointed to the array of skull, dream, and vulture pins on my purse as I was paying.

"Oh! No, I'm..." I remembered the stories I've heard from other therians. Was it worth the risk? I just want a calm place to sit and get my bearings.

...

... Then again, asking a local for directions might help, too.

"Actually I'm a Therian... I'm here looking for Doctor Erian's clinic, but I got really lost... Do you think maybe you..."

She waved her hand, "oh dear don't be too worried, you're just a block over! One of those new 'therian' things, eh?" Her words were blunt, but she was saying them with kindness, "I've been hearing stories about it, seems like a strange new trend, but I can't fault folks for it! Why if it has been around when I was a young'n' I'd have probably turned myself into a macaw!"

She turned to scratch the head of her equally elderly Scarlett Macaw familiar, who mimicked the sound of a bright, cheerful bell in response.

I smiled at her. She finished giving me directions. I finished ordering and paying, then I found myself a comfy little window seat at The Roost and watched the street below.

Yeah. This is a good place.

[calamari-inari]

I'm sorry if this seems like I'm complaining again. I'm suffering from severe imposter syndrome and self loathing, but I feel the need to write it out. Read on at your own risk

Tbh, I think it's the task of promoting my projects the past month that triggered a worsening of my existing depression. So much that I needed to block myself from using a few of my daily apps (twitter and discord). I've been promoting my projects for over a month. Anticipating sales, but having low conversion rate, and things don't go as you expect it to go, and I can't help but feel like a failure when few of the people I believe are closer to me care about it. I'm just so drained from feeling insufficient. Perhaps the social media algorithms are to blame

Recently, I also feel like all my friendships are distanced. I'm having a ton of insecurities because there's no one I can lean on right now for emotional support. Why would anyone want to talk to me when I'm in this state fr. But also, I'm so on edge and think negatively out of self defense. "They're only talking to me to get my help for their own advantage," or "They just care about having my attention and don't actually value me as a friend." Why am I like this and why do I need so much validation? It does not help when I have no friends irl. That's why my online friends mean so much and it hurts when the feelings aren't reciprocated. I get irrationally irritated and jealous when I hear mentions of my online friends having other friends to be around with in person because that's not something I have. I have one irl bestie that I rarely talk to now, but even she's an online friend due to our long distance and I had to move away after graduating uni. Work also hasn't treated me well with the one person I decided to befriend before I was "dumped." And what sucks is that we work in the same team so having to see him is a daily reminder that I'm not good enough. It probably all stems from my self-hatred and trauma. And it's not my current depression talking. I've felt this way about myself for as long as I remember. I'm the very definition of a lone wolf and I have very low hope for myself with my incapability to make and keep friendships.

Anyway, this is like the longest post regarding anything personal, so I'll stop here. If you made it this far, I congratulate you for putting up with my blathering

[bodacioustomato]

Hey gang, Merry Christmas. I hate that I am talking about this today, but imma do it to look out for my gang. If you're into mouthwashing please listen

Tw: im gonna talk about some not so cool stuff...

If you're into mouthwashing, I highly recommend not looking at the tags, do not interact with the tags, if you're following any tags, unfollow them, do not engage with anything. There is a huge issue rn going on in the tags. It was pretty bad before, and from what I heard, it's gotten worse. There's a couple of troll discord servers who had coordinated a raid on the tags. They've been spamming the tags, They've been going into people's ask box's sending people this content, They've been dming people. It has gotten extremely bad. From what i know, They've been sending people gore, depictions of irl torture and executions, depictions of violence on children and animals, disgusting fetish stuff, 🍇 content. Its nasty. And it's all fuckin coordinated. So please take into consideration and protect yourself from being subjected to this content. The raid was planned on Christmas. I don't know for how long they're gonna keep doing this crap, but so you're aware.

I normally don't ever make any kind of posts like this, but I really like mouthwashing and I know a few of my moots and followers do too. Please please please take into consideration of this post. I know a lot of people are doing God's work and are getting the accounts spamming this shit and bringing awareness. I wanted to bring my own awareness because I don't wanna engage in the fandom at all. I'm actually terrified at the moment to check out any tag on tumblr rn. I seriously hope this is an issue that gets solved and that only stays in this fandom. I hope other fandoms don't get attacked like this. They've been working around the block system. There was a list of usernames to look out for, but they quickly changed it and now their names are unpredictable until you open their dms or check out their tumblr profiles. I could definitely find posts that share the more newer usernames, but i personally don't even want to look for these blogs to block them. I don't even want to risk subjecting myself to this content.

I changed my dm settings and turned off media on asks. I'll probably keep that closed for now... but please protect yourself and don't get involved in this nasty content.

So I seriously might only post bsd stuff for now because that's where I feel the most safe 😭

[karpachev]

Just a long (?) ramble about Malenia, Godrick and my vision of them. Part of it, really. I've never bothered to explain my vision cause I can't write for the life of me, but I feel like my art is not doing them justice. Too sweet, too fluff, but i can't bring myself to draw anything serious. Even though there is nothing to be overly happy in their situation xD

This ramble probably won't explain everything but at least chunk of my thought prosses, ig.

Oh, and ! caution ! very subjective take. Read at your own risk ☝️ or block the tag phpfhff

Sooo I am long due to explain of why I'm so fond of Mal/Rick and why I think they could work. Not in the sense of being a happy couple with a happy ending, in love forever or something like that but in the sense that they are much more alike in my eyes that it may seem.

So I've always been fond of Malenia and peoples interpretation of her character. As much as I love her being portrayed as this strong silent type too, I've always welcomed more artworks where she was smiling, genuinely, laughing or otherwise was happy. I wasn't thinking as to why such art brings me that much more joy than literally any other art with her.

Until it'd dawned on me - it's because she's not as strong as she wants everyone to think she is. Don't get me wrong - it doesn't have anything to do with her skills of a warrior. She is strong swordswoman, well-trained, highly skilled and really deadly, but what I'm speaking of is her character.

Malenia is a weak person in my eyes.

I can explain.

To me she strongly depends on others not only in terms of surviving but in terms of existing too. She needs Miquella to fight of her curse, to prevent it from claiming her body, to ease the pain, but she also needs him to be her guiding light in life, someone she could fully rely on, someone to believe in. She needs an anchor. And she has the need to belive in somebody (here - Miquella) so strongly that she devoted her whole life to her brother. She's nothing without him. Like really. What does she stand for? What are her goals, her motives to do anything? Why she has been training? Why has she ever done anything that she had in-game? You can answer all of that easily, with a name - Miquella.

Her ideals are Miquella's ideals, her vision of the future is Miquella's vision, her life path - Miquella's, even her name. She gave herself a title of blade of her light in the darkness and refused any other.

Yes, weak sounds harsh.

But this devotion is unhealthy to me. She is willing to sacrifice herself even in the most painfull way - by blooming - not to protect her brother's life, but to accomplish one single step of his plan. I hope you understand my thought.

And I know it's fork found in the kitchen, but I think it's important to understand Malenia's character, to see what she really is (to me!!) - a scared, little girl who knew nothing but pain in her life, who grew to be dependable on one person that truly cared about her and really helped her to the extent of devoting her whole being to him. (disclaimer - I believe that Marika and Radagon were willing to aid her and were doing as much as they could, but it just wasn't enough)

And because that's how I see Malenia I really wish there were somebody else beside one person in her life that would stay with her, accept her for who she is.

And this is when I think of Godrick.

Among others too.

Buy you see, yes, of course he is jealous of her strength, despite knowing that that divine strength of her's is a blessing in disguise. He is jealous of her rank due to her being empyrean. But honestly? He probably doesn't think that much of her. The golden lineage is a true royal lineage in his eyes. The only one worthy. Especially when you refer to the cut dialog.

So if her struggles and her life in constant pain and fear would be ever known to him (she didn't ever show that to any person other than Miquella and parents), would he sympathize? I think yes, he's an ass, but he has a heart, c'mon. Would he consider her his equal? No, but he never did. Would he think of her less though? I also think no, that human side of her would be even weirdly appreciated.

And next I think of that one subtle thing they have in common - pretence. They both are lying to themselves about who they really are, they so, so want to be someone else.

Malenia wants to be the blade, the shield to protect Miquella, though she is the one being protected and she knows it. She tries to cast aside her weaknesses and be strong, but all she can do is follow and wait. Bring Miquella's vision into life as much as she can.

And Godrick? Oh he too so doesn't want to be himself. He wants to be a golden prodigy, an heir, he wants to be recognized, to belong to a family, to a lineage that honestly didn't give a shit about him, to be someone the likes of Godfrey or Godwyn. He so desperately wants to be someone who he's not and he knows the latter.

Can you see my vision? They could have understood each other (if not fully, then in this regard at the very least) if only they could see this insecure side of theirs. But alas they never will. They both are too stubborn, too willing to bury this weakness of theirs deep down, to pretend.

So tldr they are absolute failures and I love them xD But real, I hope that may clarify a thing or two for those, who are here to see this ship (sort of eh)