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[findingtarshish]

5, 7, 13, 23, 27 and 30 for the WtA asks

5. What's your least favorite tribe? Why?

I'd probablysay Silver Fangs. I'm very wary of people who believe they deserve to lead but have a long history of fucking it up. In addition, my own personal experience as a convert-blooded jew with a broken matrimonial line had made the whole idea of bloodline purity hit very close to home. I definitely think there's a lot to work with with the Silver Fangs though, and part of what I'm doing with them in my W5 rewrite is presenting them as having to grapple with their history of colonial violence and make amends and reparations, especially as the lost tribes they had a hand in destroying return.

7. What's your favorite Gift? Why?

Evergreen answer, but I like Razor claws. I just think it's neat.

13. What's been your favorite interaction throughout your WtA experiences? Can be in game, playing video games.. anything.

God... I gotta give it to a moment early in my Philadelphia game. One of our party members adopted a stray dog and got really attached to it. Later, they were in a cargo yard just south of the Schuylkill expressway trying to ambush a black market vitae purchase, and the fight was going badly. Like, really badly. Suddenly, stray dog goes crinos and just pancakes the guy, the session ends, and the coterie is left going wait holy shit did we adopt a werewolf-

Honorable mention goes to my historical one shot in the same chronicle. One of my players messy critted a bloodwalk ritual while testing an abomination's vitae and got thrown into a memorium, and then we played a one shot in historical Scotland. It was really cool getting to play out the horrors of an Abomination's Embrace.

23. Is there something specific that influences you for your character creations?

Yknow, I'm not sure? Sometimes it's trauma, like Harmony and Cecelia-Rose, but when it comes to werewolf, it's a little less obvious for werewolf. I suppose Willow speaks to the pressure to be some thing that isn't really me, but Bassant and Andrasta aren't really informed by my trauma. Less so my characters, but my redesign for Stolen Moons is informed by my transness. Seeing the corebook go on and on about how they "STOLE their powers and they're EVIL because they're not NATURAL" just made me more sympathetic toward them.

27. Silver Fang or Shadow Lords? 

My previous answer might suggest my preference >.> Shadow lords all the way.

30. Hispo or Glabro?

Hispo, I think. While Glabro definitely has a lot of appeal, to me, Hispo is sorta the Mother Wolf kind of form, and I really like playing protective characters.

[4th-make-quail]

helloooo!!! Hope you've had a wonderful day so far :)

for the soft asks 8, 9, and 13 <3

Hallo! Sorry this took so long, every time I remembered I was on my phone and it's a pain to try remember or copy/paste the questions XD

8. tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good.

This is very difficult to quantify and I always feel awkward tagging people AHHHHH /o\ so I'm just gonna say anyone who comments on my fics or rambles about ship stuff with me! Thank u for enabling my madness hehe

9. what calms you down?

Music! My giant weeb shit playlist always comforts my soul. Other than that, there's a playlist I really relied on one year when I was having horrific headaches and now it's like an automatic calming effect - TPR's Final Fantasy Melancholy Collection. He does absolutely beautiful melancholy piano arrangements of final fantasy songs, I highly recommend him if anyone is into FF OSTs!! He's doing more lofi stuff lately as The Silent Protagonist, which is also equally good!

13. what’s your comfort food?

Because I have so many stomach issues, food intolerances as well as being a Picky Eater with texture and flavour issues, I'm a super basic bitch and it's honestly plain chicken and rice 😭😭 I know it's so fucking basic white person, but chicken pan fried with salt over rice cooked in low fodmap stock is just my go to food when I'm having stomach flare ups. Massels 7s stock cubes are my fucking saviours I tell u what!!

[g3othermal3scapism]

14, 18, 22 + 30!!

hi friend :33!!!!

14: i wish i was better at a lot of things tbh, id like to learn the guitar and get better at writing. i wanna learn spanish and i wish maybe i was a little stronger ☠️ i wishi had better discipline over all to follow through and actually get shit done but i guess that just takes me getting it together 🙏 send hopes and prayers one day i will finish a project i start

18: i do like reading, i was a huge reader when i was little but i dont read a lot anymore. i prefer movies for sure, but books are always fun. I love The Goldfinch a lot, i’d say its def a top three. Fight Club might be my favorite book i absolutely adored the writing on that. Anything by S.E. Hinton, especially the Outsiders (of course) is great also!!! the harry potter series will always be very very near and dear to my heart and so very nostalgic also

22: this is hard because i dont remember jackshit!! One time like a year back me, my family and my two closest friends at the time went to the park to watch the fourth of july fireworks and i sat with my friend on the slides and we talked like all night and i always think of that time super fondly. honestly end of last year and most of the summer was kinda peak for me. watching Nope (2022) in theatres is always one of my favorite experiences. one time me and my brother and his girlfriend were driving around town late at night and we got lost on these backroads but the light pollution wasnt so awful there so we pulled off to the side of the road and took pictures of the starts and just hung out and that was a fun night. i was the only one who saw the shooting star but trust it happened

30: watching movies is probably what i waste most of my time doing tbh cinema has obviously always been the most important thing to me and is very much my life-long special interest. I also write for fun, and I’m working on a screenplay right now (a spot where that aforementioned discipline could come in handy..) and i spent a lot of time drawing. i also play the drums :3

[stealingpotatoes]

Your art gives me so much joy! Have you done Force Ghost Anakin meeting his adopted grandbaby Grogu?

oh no, worst ever meet your new grandpa in the history of ever

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[theloveinc]

pretty little liars is so fucking bad

[foolsocracy]

Hi, I love your art! Would you ever consider drawing the Fab Five as adults?

hell yeah

[hinamie]

I'm always pushing you away from me / but you come back with gravity / and when I call, you come home

[skiploom]

tumblr ate the ask before i could publish it 😭

[hiraeix]

to hold me like water,

or christ, hold me like a knife

[mikufanclub]

your fish girls are so everything to me i love them thank you for putting them into this world

im so glad everyone likes them..

[doodled0g]

Those Swansea memes reminds me of one thats like "Told my wife I was going to the bank, didn't tell her which one!" and it shows a guy at a river bank fishing.

anyone want more fishwashing

[daeyumi]

can you do Midna my beloved please 🥺

you have such pretty art and are definitely one of my idols :)

u know what. yes i can 🩵

[sparklingchim]

excuse me, ms. Darly but could we get a short lwh!fam like this https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5a8Ngzt3Xg/?igsh=MTYydm1xamt0eXo2Mg==

pairing: dilf!jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook has a habit of snoring, and nabi had enough of it.

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Nabi is a very clingy baby.

Very cuddly, too.

So most nights, she somehow finds her way into your and Jungkook’s bedroom.

It's almost like she has a sixth sense for when you're about to settle into bed, starting to cry and whine to get your attention.

And almost always, Jungkook comes back with Nabi cradled in his arms, her fake tears still glistening in her eyes as he carries her into bed.

You remind him that it's not good to let her get used to this habit, and he always defends it by saying he can't resist letting her sleep with you both. "Her big tired eyes melt me into letting her sleep with us."

Jungkook finally gets to experience firsthand what it means to turn putty at the sight of round, sparkly doe eyes.

And just as Nabi has a habit of wanting to sleep between her parents, Jungkook has a habit of snoring. Every night. Though he claims he doesn't snore as loudly when you complain and you always give him an incredulous look, snarling back, "how would you know?"

All three of you are cuddled up in bed, Jungkook’s snores richocheting off the walls as you're deep in sleep—except for Nabi.

She's squirming in bed, the covers getting pulled and tugged with the movements of her little body, which causes you wake up. Your eyes flutter open.

You just catch the moment when Nabi raises her tiny hand and smacks it against Jungkook’s cheek just enough to create a soft echo of the slap.

Jungkook's snoring comes to an abrupt halt.

He grumbles, shifting to adjust his position and escape whatever just hurt him, all while keeping his eyes closed.

You stifle a giggle as you watch him groggily scratch his cheek. Nabi's big, curious eyes drift to your smiling face, and she wriggles her way back to you.

"Good job, Nabi," you whisper, pulling her close. She snuggles into your side, her little fingers curling around your chest as she nestles in.

"Did she just hit me?" Jungkook mumbles, still half-asleep, his voice thick with confusion.

You laugh softly, brushing a hand through Nabi's silky hair.

"Your snores annoyed her," you say, giggling. "See, you are very loud."

"Nabi's ruthless," he huffs.

Jungkook cracks one eye open, glancing at the two of you cuddled up together.

"Traitor," he mumbles, pouting in mock betrayal. But he quickly switches back, leaning in to drop a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Sorry, baby. Dad didn't mean to be so loud. I'll let you sleep now, yeah?"

Nabi lets out a little yawn, her tiny mouth stretching wide as she snuggles deeper into your side. The sight of her small, sleepy face and the way her eyelashes flutter as she fights to keep her eyes open melts both you and Jungkook.

Jungkook shifts to make more room, his arms wrapping around you and Nabi in a protective, cosy embrace.

You rest your head against Jungkook’s shoulder, the three of you nestled together in a perfect cuddle pile. As Jungkook’s breathing gradually synchronizes with Nabi’s, he kisses your forehead, his touch tender and loving.

"Love you, and I'm sorry."

"Love you, and it's okay," you whisper back.

[inkskinned]

so while i was writing the book, i became violently suicidal.

this was mostly due to the fact that i had a very bad reaction to some meds and my brain stopped producing any serotonin. also i was in the last semester of grad school where it's actually illegal to feel anything but dread. so it wasn't going well.

somewhere in the fog of it i became aware i needed help. nobody was taking clients or my insurance. i didn't want to do inpatient care - it wasn't right for my needs. there's not really an "in between" stage between "inpatient" and "no care," but i was trying to do the right thing. i was trying to activate the chain of command that was my emergency plan. i knew i needed help now.

i used betterhelp.

i know, i know. i'm a straight-A student and so smart and so clever, how could i ever use something so blatantly bad. to be honest with you, i didn't feel particularly keen on it from the getgo - things that seem too good to be true usually are. also, if something online is free, the price is usually your privacy.

the thing is that there was kind of a global pandemic happening at the time and i worked 5 jobs alongside of being a fulltime student and also like writing a book on the side. it is a miracle that i even thought about getting help. i would love to tell you i had the mental wherewithal to like, process whether this was the right choice for me. mostly i was desperate. i was so suicidal that i was trying to find a reason to stay inside of fortune cookies. i was the kind of suicidal that looks like splatterpaint. i hadn't been that bad in an entire decade.

they took my data. i gave them it freely. somewhere out there, they have a dossier on me. on everything i survived. my story in little datapoints, scattergraphed beautifully.

the first woman told me that really i should be grateful, because (and this is a direct quote): "at least you're not anne frank." i said that i felt that statement was antisemitic, as anne frank's life and experience shouldn't be compared to like, a nonbinary lesbian in western massachusetts. the therapist said that i should try to use lucid dreaming to try to picture myself in an actually scary situation, like running from nazis.

i applied for another therapist. i was willing to accept the possibility that there was a bad apple in the bunch. the next therapist and i even laughed about how inappropriate that statement was. and then, in our next session: the new therapist said if i was struggling with body image issues, i should just work harder on my appearance. she spent 3 sessions in a row talking about how she was grieving, and made me memorize facts about her grandmother so "she can live on through my clients."

i am a three's-a-charm kind of person. okay, so what if the last person made me uncomfortable. i figured it was just a misunderstanding of priorities - she had felt she was sharing with me, i had felt like i had to take care of her. i applied for another therapist.

the last woman asked me to help her pray. she bowed her head. i stared at her, frozen, while she said: lord, i beg you: cure her. take the pain of being gay away from her.

i spent somewhere between 2.5 and 3 months on betterhelp. in that whole time, i was not getting the professional help i so desperately needed, even though i was fucking trying.

in the end, i survived this because i finally could get off the meds that were literally killing me. a request for a real therapist finally went through. i survived because my friends saved my life. because nick let me sob myself dry in his arms. because maddie took the razors out of my room when i asked them to. because grace slept over in my bed for like 3 weeks in a row since nobody trusted me not to hurt myself when i was alone. i survived because i got fucking lucky. because even when i was desperately suicidal, i was too old and too self-aware to take "you need to be prettier" as good advice.

the thing is that there's a 19 year old me who isn't like that. who would have heard "just think about how grateful you should be" and said - oh, i see. i would have assumed that is what it means to be in therapy: the same thing my abusers used to tell me. that i am just pretending and lazy. that i am ugly and unworthy.

betterhelp positioned itself to take advantage of an incredibly vulnerable community. it preys on desperation. it knows it is serving people who are not doing well mentally. it saw that there is a huge need for real, immediate, compassionate mental health care: and then it fucking takes your money and privacy.

i still get their ads on instagram. last night i watched as a woman in a pool pretends to talk to a different woman. they discuss her anxiety.

there's a 19 year old version of me, and she didn't survive this. she was too tired, and drowning. i almost fucking died. this thing almost fucking killed me.

in the ad, the woman playing the therapist takes a note on a clipboard and then nods once, sagely.

i have to admit it's a pretty scene. the steam and light coming off the pool water lands on the actresses. like this, it almost looks baptismal, holy.

[stealingpotatoes]

Forever thinking about a headcanon I saw where Anakin and Yoda are cornered by pirates and then Yoda starts just starts talking to them in fluent street Huttese with his backwards syntax while Anakin's brain explodes

the only real-world equivalent of that I can think of is it’s like hearing your headmaster/principal speak roadman so

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[dailyhatsune]

Excuse me, could I maybe ask for a transfem Miku reassuring me that things can still work out for me?

things’ll get better someday. when in doubt, let a blue shark handle it for you