#actually quite proud of myself :3

[killmekittenxx]

dragging your passed out bf into a more semi normal sleeping position so he doesn't wake up with neck pain <3

[offorestsongs]

[SSR] Rosienne Minuit - The Rose Festival

after many tears, the main star is here!! 🌟 or, Rosienne's card for my fan event (which is also, technically, his hometown event)

surprisingly, he's not in a dress this time, but i saw the coat on Pinterest and couldn't resist myself. the yellow is, of course, a reference to Belle because one he deserves to be the main character for once and second because i wanted to drive home that he's got some inspiration from her too

[ voicelines under the cut // mention of @cheerleaderman's Astrid ]

Summon Line: Ah, you should be careful around here. Wouldn’t want to get your fingers pricked by the roses, would you? When Summoned: You better not slack off, Prefect. We have to get everything ready on time. Don’t look at me like that. I’m the boss here, I can lay down. Groooovy!!: [locked] Home: How was it like growing up in a castle like this? Well, cold, mostly. Home Idle 1: I’ve been helping my dad run this place ever since I was a little kid. You can probably find lots of embarrassing photos of baby me in period clothes. Home Idle 2: Back in middle school, I never really invited any of my classmates to the festival. It’s kind of nice to do so now, you know? Home Idle 3: Somebody falling for you even despite your monstrous appearance, such a beautiful tale! That doesn’t happen in real life, of course, but it’s fun to indulge from time to time. Home Idle - Login: Yes, yes, I know, it’s weird seeing me in such bright colors. You don’t have to say it. Home Idle - Groovy: [locked] Home Tap 1: That dress looks spectacular on Astrid. Who knew he could look anything other than a sad medieval orphan? Home Tap 2: I invited Silver mostly because I’ve expected him to look real prince-like in here. And he does! His face is great at driving more guests in. Home Tap 3: My dad’s been so excited to meet my friends… and I’ve been stressed somebody will embarrass me before him. Home Tap 4: Despite her name, it is said that the Beautiful Princess valued inner beauty more than the person’s looks. I’m sure a certain someone could learn from her. Okay, okay, that was a joke! You don’t have to go repeating it to him! Home Tap 5: Riddle’s took to teach people historical tableside manners. Usually, only our staff knows so much about this sort of stuff. I’m kind of impressed. Home Tap - Groovy: [locked]

Duo Magic

ROSIENNE: You better not fall behind, pretty boy. VIL: Oh, I'd rather worry if you can keep up.

[josephtrohman]

you could say i’m something of a revolutionary

[specialgradefckr]

i dunno man. i'm writing this stuff and i look at it and go "i feel like i'm repeating sentiments here. like all these sentences shouldn't be the same place. i'm packing too much detail or action between dialogue and it just shouldn't be like this."

but then i ask my brain, what's the alternative? what other way can this work look like? and it just doesn't turn out anything better. i don't like taking things out.

i do think i can get better at like. not breaking up dialogue with tags CONSTANTLY and not putting actions between dialogue. god i wish i could write dialogue that flowed more.

but maybe sometimes i have to admit. i'm not that good a writer. or, i dunno, maybe that's just not my style. but like idk sometimes i feel like i just don't have a style at all. like i have plots, i have ideas, i have the same five words i re-use over and over sfjlhdgffg but style, who knows

anyways i'm just rambling now when really i should be writing. i've had this gripe with my own writing for a long time now but i still enjoy it so don't feel too bad for me jksdghdfg every writer has one

[namazunomegami]

"But I can't know God's intentions... How could it depend on my decision... Who made me a judge of who shall live and who shall not?" - Crime and Punishment

[pinktinselmonstrosity]

not bad for my first run in six months!!! (it's only a pr because it's the first time i've used this app but !!! still)

[paparoach]

im so good at writing

[antiadvil]

sorry people are annoying about your chronic illness lou i think you rock and it sucks that you have migraine 😔 you deserve to have so much fun at tit no matter what tho. love you x1000

thank you <3 i am really excited for tit!! i was talking with some friends the other day and i'm trying to convince a friend to visit for the show so we could go together and even if they can't make it it's going to be so fun. i'm for sure going to be meeting up with a friend who i met up with at WAD and there should be a few other tumblr people there who i'm excited to meet :) i'm planning to take a nurtec beforehand to hopefully help prevent a migraine from the lights/general excitement of the experience and i will have my nsaids and triptans with me in case that's not enough!

my real hope though is that whatever we do at my next neurology appointment will actually help this time (which it should... i think i've finally jumped through enough hoops for botox or a cgrp antagonist but i've thought that before and insurance has told me i am wrong) and i will maybe not need to worry so much about all the migraine stuff. summoning circle or whatever

[lit-in-thy-heart]

people leaving not glowing reviews in ao3 bookmarks my unbeloved

[ravenshour]

i have one ask left and 7 drafts. i'll hopefully get to more of them later tonight, but i gotta get ready for work now. see ya later!

[spieluhrzeit]

y'know the more i think about my teenage years (especially 2019-2023) i realise that i was just a major fucking loser but not in the way i am now where i'm at peace with my loserness no like 2020 medoh doomscrolled on tiktok so much they burnt out and was constantly stressed out, which i now attribute to undiagnosed but very apparent autism/neurodiversity

and i'm fairly certain i subscribed to the idea that if you even dare take a break from the horrors and bad things in the world you are a bad person and the "if people don't 100% agree with you even if they're not being bigoted they're a bad person and you must leave them" way of thinking too. and i was deep in the danganronpa trenches and we all know how that turned out 💀💀

pandemic medoh was, in my own words, insufferable. it's only now, at 19 years of age, do i realise it's ok to take breaks from things, and to curate your space to what you want to see. nowadays my activism is focused on how we can make things better rather than just plain doomerism. i reblog actual calls to action and things people can do. you can still care about certain things, and you shouldn't let anyone guilt trip you into burning yourself out. it's all about balance.

and i've learned to pick my battles and just live and let live

so to summarise: current medoh is a loser (affectionate), pandemic medoh was a loser (derogatory). thank you for coming to my talk, refreshments are in the lobby

[offorestsongs]

[SSR] ROSIENNE MINUIT - GHOST GROOM

for the fan event hosted by @gl00myb3arz

the event is basically perfect for Rosienne, especially with his updated design, so i HAD to make a card for him. coming up with an outfit for him was so much fun tbh

i used my other OC for the duo magic lines but i don't know if i'm gonna make a card for him as well because boy did this drain my energy

[voicelines under the cut]

When Summoned: This is the perfect job for me! I mean, you won’t find a bigger expert on romance than me! Summon Line: I am a groom? I am a bride? Ah, that doesn’t really matter. I’m flexible, you know. Groooovy!!: [locked] Home: Don’t worry, I’m gonna end this whole thing in no time! Home Idle 1: Do I have practical experience with romancing anyone? Well… Not really, but I’ve got the theory down! That’s basically the same, isn’t it? Home Idle 2: I don’t know why Sophie’s panicking. If a cute ghost wanted to marry me, I wouldn’t even think twice about it. You gotta chase your chances. Home Idle 3: Somebody barging in to stop the wedding is like, romance plotline 101. It always makes my breath stop! Home Idle - Login: Ah, I always cry at weddings! …not that I’ve attended many.  Home Idle - Groovy: [locked] Home Tap 1: You say I almost look like a ghost too? Why, thank you so much! Home Tap 2: I always dreamed of having the perfect wedding. I mean, can you imagine anything more wonderful than a whole day dedicated to celebrating love? And you get to be the main character too? Sign me in! Home Tap 3: Red roses are the most romantic flowers. I sure hope our groom will appreciate them. Home Tap 4: Of course I care about rescuing Sophie! But why not have some fun while we’re at it?  Home Tap 5: How do I not trip with the long dress and the veil? Well, it’s all practice, baby! Home Tap - Groovy: [locked]

DUO MAGIC:

Rosienne: Let's see if know how to steal hearts as well! Swallow: I have no idea what you're talking about!

[mooodlighting]

I just devoured your Roger/Rafa amnesia fic and I just needed to tell you how GORGEOUS, and perfect, and beautiful it is!!! The scene where Roger tells Rafa that loving him isn’t a memory, it’s just part of who he is the most romantic thing I’ve ever read and that entire passage made me want to cry. The whole journey was so perfectly angsty and heartbreaking in the best, most delicious ways, and made their “reunion” all the sweeter. I especially loved all the dialogue in the fic, I felt like I could hear them both but especially your Rafa!! This is truly one of the best things I’ve ever read! Thank you so so much for writing it and sharing it with us, I adore it so much and I know I’ll come back to reread it often!!!

(let's both pretend i'm not responding to this over 2 months late, anon)

thank you soooo much for these wonderful compliments, my friend ��� i'm truly touched that the fic resonated with you, and that it's something you may want to come back to one day

"i never needed to remember that i love you. i just do" was the line i wrote the whole fic for. everything was leading up to and was going to turn on that moment, and it makes me so glad to hear that it hits the way i hoped it would!!

all the love back to you, anon 💘

[lordsukunas]

piggyback rides

synop: you want trueform!sukuna to give you a piggyback ride and he doesn’t know what it is. that’s it.

tags: fluffy fluff fluff, fem!reader (referred as woman once, refers to self as ‘queen’ and ‘wife’ once), ooc sukuna (only bc he’s less of an asshole), possessive behavior (kind of?), mentions of sukuna-typical violence, likely historically inaccurate, not proofread. i couldn’t determine whether or not he was actually wearing a haori or something similar - correct me if i’m wrong n i’ll change it!

notes: basic ass title ik... erm sorry! another post in two days is a miracle so i’m a little proud of myself. half-assed ending lol... anyway, this is just a silly lil drabble!! any interaction is much appreciated, enjoyyyy! :3

“what.”

the first set of crimson eyes dart down to look at you, the other set still tracking the scuttling servants. you’re situated quite snugly in his expansive lap — two thick arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his bare chest. “what the hell is that?”

you nibble the inside of your cheek to suppress a smirk. finally, you know something that sukuna does not! and it only took three years. “it’s where i get on your back and you carry me around. quite simple, truthfully.”

he snorts at the slight condescension in your voice. for something so agitating, you have quite the ego. “mm. and why should i do that for you? you can walk on your own, unless your legs are mysteriously broken all of a sudden.”

“because,” you say with a huff, “it’s fun. don’t you want to bond with your queen?”

anxious eyes of passing maids sneak glances at you, your little huff drawing their attention. sukuna shifts you in his lap, turning you to the side, and the massive sleeve of his robe moves to obscure your form from their undeserving gaze. “we have bonded enough.”

“and it would not hurt to bond some more!” you counter. sukuna’s stubbornness is something you absolutely adore about him, but not right now. “can the mighty king of curses not spare a moment of his day to entertain his wife’s wish?”

he falls silent at this, and you can practically see the gears churning in his big head. he’ll cave. if there’s one thing that’s undeniable about the sorcerer, it’s his curiosity.

“... fine,” he grunts. after scooping you up and setting you down, he stands up and gestures with his hand. “so how do we do it?”

your lips curve up into a smirk. “okay, turn around so that your back is facing me.”

sukuna turns around, folding one pair of arms over his chest.

“then, crouch down a little.”

a beat passes, and then he crouches down, back muscles flexing underneath the dark fabric of his haori.

you step up behind him and slide your arms around his neck. his adam’s apple bobs, and the other arms move to cradle your butt. “if this is an attempt to choke me, it isn’t work.”

he always thinks someone’s out to get him. you roll your eyes. “no. if i wanted to kill you, i likely would’ve attempted forever ago.” you lift your lower half onto the lower part of his back, and your legs wrap around his hips.

another beat passes. “is that it?”

“yep.”

sukuna adjusts you, his hold on you becoming more secure as he rights himself to his full height. the warmth of your breath ghosts across his ear, and he can smell the scented lotion you applied this morning.

why hadn’t he done this before?

“soooooo,” you drawl, and he can hear the smile in your beautiful voice without even having to look. you’re so close — he hears the little inhale before you speak, the nearly imperceptible huff of laughter once you finish. “what are you just standing here for? we gotta walk around, explore the estate! it’s not fun if we’re just stuck in one place.”

“i am not a servant,” he warns, voice gruff, but he starts to move towards the throne room’s exit anyway. anyone unfortunate enough bows, mutters a jumbled greeting to the both of you, and scrambles out of the way.

it’s no secret that sukuna is more... benevolent, when you’re around. but that is a double-edged sword — if someone dares to disturb your peace or inconvenience you in his presence, they’d be facing a swift death, along with their parents for giving birth to such vermin.

“apologies, my spectacular husband.” you lean forward a bit and press a kiss onto his cheek, leaving a faint lipstick stain. “now, please, venture forth.”

he rolls his eyes. “if you command me again, woman, i am going to sprint.”

the teasing lilt quickly disappears from your voice, and your arms tighten around his neck. “n-no, that isn’t necessary.”

sukuna’s pace increases, now a brisk jog instead of a leisure walk, and you can hear the gravel crunching beneath his feet. “oh? is it not?”

“it isn’t!” you squeak. a little embarrassing, yes, but you know how fast sukuna is — you’re positive that if he broke out into a full-speed run, you’d be sick by the end of it.

“let’s find out and see.”

[radiates-confusion]

Sometimes, Art is drawing a really cute sticker in an afternoon:

(It do be shitty and low res when blown up like this, but that's cause I like to make my stickers nice and smol so they can fit nicely on a phonecase)

Sometimes Art is tryna do a really cool idea at the wierdest hours, with it turning out really shitty because it's too complex for that scale.

And I'll be damned if I don't scream that into the internet void!

[inkskinned]

yesterday while feverish i wrote about how boats can moor next to each other like pigeons, cooing with the gentle rap of water against their hull. you once said that that the way i see things - birds in the water, feathers in marina paint - was "childish and naive." you said i'd been misdiagnosed - "it can't all be adhd. you might be just kind of stupid and lazy."

i still do certain things like how you taught me - turn the pillow case inside out before putting it on. drive defensively. hate myself entirely.

the prompt for this poem is "mahler's fifth." i wish it wasn't, but mahler's fifth was our song. it ended up in my book. every person that knows your name has promised me they'll give you one swift rabbit punch, right to the face. dean read the book and showed up on my front porch, drenched in sweat from running the 8 miles at 4 in the morning. he was shaking. pacifist and gentle - he works with children - i'd never seen him furious. a punch isn't going to do it, he said, and then said i'm sorry. i had to come to see if you were okay.

mahler's fifth was mine first, like my girlhood. i like the way each movement piles onto the next movement, each instrument bleeding into the next. i like the horn version the best. before i met you, i danced to it on grass still-wet from sprinklers.

later you would tell me that the way you heard it was somehow better. you understood something in it that i couldn't quite wrap my fingers into. once, on our anniversary, you asked the classical music radio station to play it for us. we missed hearing it because we were fighting. one of the things people get wrong about abuse is that sometimes victims are, like, brutally aware of the stupidity of our situation. what do you mean that you thought i wasn't good enough for you? you? you're just... nothing.

sometimes people can pull the poetry out of your life. i watched my words become clothesline, and then thin out into kite twine. i watched you chew through every good syllable of me. so many good songs and places and moments were ruined. i am glad you didn't like most of my music - less to tie back to you.

but still mahler's fifth. the music swells, and i am 21 and throwing up in a bathroom on my birthday. a woman i will later refer to as lesbian jesus runs a cool hand down my back, her perfect pantsuit starch-pressed. she told me to leave you. she said - and this is true, and not an invention of rhyme or fantasy - i'm you from the future.

i am 22, and i got home from an award ceremony, and i remember you telling me - you act so proud of yourself when you're actually so fucking embarrassing. i took you to disney world. you took my virginity. i gave up visiting spain for a week with my family - i instead choose you, to spend the time just-cuddling. you called it "our fuck week." the music swells. it probably should have been a red flag that for about 3 years - i just gave up on crying. my grandfather died and you said nothing. my uncle died and you ghosted me for 3 weeks. you said i need to protect myself from your ongoing tragedy.

every so often i come back to the memory of one of our last afternoons in person. i had just told you that i wasn't going to law school, despite the free ride - i was going to join a creative writing program. master's in fine arts. i was going to finally do it - i was going to follow my dreams. this blog was already internet-famous. however reluctantly, i would occasionally refer to myself as a poet. i got into umass amherst's writing program for fiction authors. it is one of the the top 5 programs in the country.

wait are you seriously considering actually attending that? dumbfounded, you turned completely towards me in your seat. for the 3rd time in our relationship, you almost crashed the car. you actually want to be a writer?

the first time i went viral, it was for a poem i wrote about you:

he wants to say i love you but keeps it to goodnight because love will take some falling and she's afraid of heights.

every time i see that, i want to throw up. you weren't in love with me, you were in love with the control you had over me. a little truth though: i am afraid of heights. you caught a rabbitgirl and skinned her alive.

mahler's fifth still makes me sick.

give me that back. give me back music. give me back everything i had before you. give me back fearlessness. give me back bravery. give me back a scarless body.

give me back what you took from me.