#and maybe it's just because I'm already stressed

[soluversworld]

HEY GIRL so I was stalking fantasias page and looked at her NSFW alphabet for Sol with a wild card being "He thought about getting a Frenum piercing to see if you'd like it/feel the metal"

Idk if I already asked abt this or not😭

I GOT YOU BESTIE, NO YOU DIDN'T REQUEST THIS BEFORE!

(Edit, Wrote this because, I'm stressed out)

Genre : Smut

Sol x GN!ReaderContent Warnings: Piercing kink (frenum), first time, Sol, praise, soft dom/sub energy, possessive undertones, oral (M receiving), heavy blushing, Sol, mutual yearning, mild teasing, general smuttiness

It's been a while.

You found a place for yourself in this Uni- Not among Crowe's group.

It's with these idiots.

Hyugo and Solivan Brugmansia...

Hyugo's your best friend....

Solivan....

He's your boyfriend! Soulmate!

You trusted him so much after that incident. He made sure, you're safe! You trust him, Oh! You trust him so blindly!

You trusted him so easily, as if his devotion was a promise that would never falter. His presence was comfort, his words gentle, but there was a weight in his gaze you never noticed, a possessive hunger masked by sweetness. Every smile you gave, every laugh you shared, only tightened the invisible chains around you, binding you to his obsession. He swore to protect you, to keep you safe, but you didn’t see the way his hands trembled with the secret he held—how his love, though tender, carried the shadow of something darker. And maybe that was his plan all along: to make you feel so cherished, so adored, that you’d never suspect the madness lurking beneath his every word.

He's a sweet sweet rotten saint soul! You trust him. You trust him so easily, so wholeheartedly, as if his quiet words and tender gestures could never harbor anything but sincerity!

You trusted him, Oh, you trusted him, And maybe that was his plan— To have you so wrapped up In his sweetness, In his tender words, That you'd never notice The madness wrapped behind them. He loves you so much. And you— You just think he’s being kind.

Now! You made desserts for your boyfriend, sadly Hyugo thought it was for him! You giggle at Sol's cuteness how he pouted.

Hyugo’s voice is all joy as he clutches the dessert you made like it’s a family heirloom. His teeth are already sinking into it before he finishes the sentence, glitter practically beaming from his eyes.

You laugh. “I’m glad you like them.”

“They’re perfect. Sol, do you want a piece? They're really good!" he gestures toward the plate, eyes wide with expectant brightness.

Sol’s voice answers before he even fully looks at you.

“Of course…”

It’s low, smoky, almost reverent. He speaks like a cathedral whispering back a prayer. Then his gaze flickers upward—those red-orange eyes glowing beneath his lashes, already flustered just from the attention.

“But…” he pauses. “Ain’t that the schoolteacher you’ve been lookin’ all over for?”

You frown. “Who—?”

Sol's lips curve—barely—and Hyugo whips around before you can fully process it.

“Really? Wher—?” ” Hyugo whips around with a mouth full of cream and sugar.

Gone.

Sol’s fingers slide over the edge of the plate, slipping the last of the dessert while Hyugo’s back is turned. He takes a bite. Then looks directly at you with a flush crawling high up his neck.

“It is good…” he murmurs, cheeks pink as spring petals. “But… you taste sweeter.”

Hyugo turns back too late. “You ass!” he laughs, mouth open in faux betrayal.

Your heart stutters. The words come out so softly, so poetically ruined by his shyness and confidence folded together like mismatched origami. He says everything like it’s secret and sacred.

You should leave it alone.

But you’re not going to.

Later, your fingers are tangled in the soft cotton of his black-and-green striped shirt, the smell of old books and clean soap and something uniquely him wrapping around you like fog.

You pull him closer—close enough to feel his breath catch.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you whisper, smiling against his jaw.

Sol stares down at you, flushed as ever. “Like what?” he says, voice barely holding itself together. “Like you're something I've spent my whole life dreaming up but only now dared to touch?”

You blink.

He bites his lip. “Too much?”

“No,” you say. “Not enough.”

He exhales, trembling. Then, hesitantly, he brings your hand to his chest.

“You make me feel like my ribs aren’t big enough to hold all the things I feel,” he says, breathless. “Like I’m gonna spill all over you if you stay near me too long.”

You kiss him.

He melts.

He’s trembling when you lift his shirt off, his chest kissed by shadows and silver—his nipple piercings catching the soft lamplight. His skin is warm, trembling under your touch. He always blushes when you stare too long, but he never looks away.

"You wanna stop?" you ask softly.

He shakes his head. “No. I wanna keep going.”

His pants come off slowly, reverently. And then—

You see it.

Nestled at the base of him, delicate and gleaming: the frenum piercing. A single bar of metal glinting like something sacred. His cock is flushed, hard, leaking slightly, twitching when he sees your eyes lock on it.

“You weren’t joking,” you murmur.

He swallows. “Was thinking about it for weeks... Did some research. Watched too many videos. Wanted to see if you’d… feel me differently.”

Your fingers trace up his shaft, slow and featherlight. He sucks in a breath when you brush over the piercing.

“You did this for me?” you ask.

He nods, cheeks darkening to crimson. “I wanted to be unforgettable.”

“You already were.”

Your hand wraps around him, stroking with delicate precision. Sol groans—quiet, desperate, his hips twitching into your palm. He’s leaking more now, eyes fluttering shut.

“Can I taste you?” you ask.

He whimpers. Nods.

You take your time.

Your lips kiss his inner thighs first—then the curve of his hip, the hollow where his body starts to tremble the most. His hands grip the pillow beneath his head like it’s the only thing anchoring him to earth.

Then your mouth is on him—your tongue tracing that silver bar, letting it drag across your tongue as you swallow him deeper. His hips buck.

“Oh f-fuck—” he gasps. “Y-you feel—You feel like—”

Like heaven. That’s probably what he meant to say. But Sol loses language in moments like these. Instead, he whines. Cries your name. Moans in breathless little sobs as you take him deeper, then back off—licking, teasing, letting that metal bar roll against your lips again and again.

He starts trembling—legs twitching, body arching.

“P-please,” he begs. “Please, I can’t—I’m gonna—”

You pull off, stroking him gently now.

“You can come,” you whisper. “Wanna see how pretty you look when you do.”

His hands clamp over his face. “You c-can’t say that—”

But it’s too late.

His body jolts—his back arches—his cock pulses hot and thick in your hand, twitching as you stroke him through it. His cum spills over your fingers, thick and messy, painting his stomach.

And Sol sobs your name into his palm like it’s the only thing he remembers.

Afterward, he clings to you like he’s starved for your presence. His cheeks are still pink. His arms wrap around your waist, keeping you locked in place like you might vanish if he even blinks too hard.

“I didn’t think I’d survive it,” he murmurs into your neck.

You run your fingers through his hair. “You liked it?”

He makes a sound—half whimper, half laugh. “I liked it too much.”

There’s a pause.

Then: “You’ll ride me next time, right?” he whispers, already breathless. “I want you to feel the piercing. I want— I want to hear what it does to you. I want to watch you fall apart on it.”

You bite your lip, pulse skipping. “Yeah?”

He nods into your shoulder. “I’ll blush the whole time. But I’ll survive it… for you.”

"Why not now Sol?"

"What?"

“I want you to kiss me.”

The words slip out of your mouth before you can fully process them, hanging in the air like a promise that’s been waiting for too long.

Sol’s eyes flicker. They’re bright, full of emotion, but also guarded—a beautiful storm. You see the hesitation, the vulnerability beneath his usual cool façade. The kind that only you seem to draw out of him.

His lips part, almost like he’s going to say something, but instead, he pulls you closer—slow, deliberate. His hands rest on your back, light, almost reverent, as though you’re something delicate he’s afraid to break.

And then, his lips meet yours.

It’s not rushed. There’s no frantic hunger in it, not yet. Instead, it’s soft, a slow and tender exploration of warmth and yearning. His lips press against yours with a quiet intensity that feels almost like a promise—like he's telling you everything he’s been hiding behind those shy smiles and hesitant glances.

He tastes like cinnamon and the sweetness of your shared dessert, his kiss a slow burn that builds with every soft touch. His hands trace the small of your back, his fingertips brushing over the curve of your spine as if memorizing the feel of you.

You let out a small breath, your own fingers threading through his hair, tugging him deeper. He responds instantly, pressing his body against yours, as though he can’t get close enough. Sol’s hands slip to your waist, his touch a little firmer, a little more desperate now, as though he’s afraid you might slip away.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs against your lips. “You’re the one I can’t stop thinking about. I—I don’t want anyone else.”

He loves you..

It makes your heart race in your chest, a beat that matches the rapid thumping of his own heart as he deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours in slow, deliberate motions.

Your body responds instinctively, your hands roaming over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your touch. His breath is shallow, his whole body trembling under the weight of the kiss.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with a mix of awe and something far more primal. “You make me feel things I can’t explain,” he whispers, his voice shaking just a little. “I—I never thought someone could make me feel this way. You make me weak.”

“You’re not weak,” you say softly, tracing his jaw with your fingertips, smiling when he shivers at the touch. “You’re the strongest person I know.”

He blushes deeply, his head dropping just a little, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. “I don’t deserve you,” he breathes. “But I need you.”

You lean in again, brushing your lips against his—soft, slow, like savoring the moment. His body leans into yours, his hands coming to cradle your face, holding you close, as though there’s nothing in the world but the two of you. His lips move with an aching tenderness against yours, as though he’s pouring everything he feels into this kiss.

“Don’t say that,” you murmur, pulling back to look at him, your fingers gently brushing the hair from his forehead. “You deserve every bit of this. You deserve to be loved like this.”

Oh you fool!

The words seem to settle around him like a warm blanket, and for a brief moment, his guarded expression softens completely. He closes his eyes, his face flushed, his lips parting slightly as if the warmth of your touch is all he needs.

Then, without warning, he pulls you back into a kiss—deeper this time, harder, as though he’s been holding back for far too long. His hands roam, tracing the contours of your body, and the kiss is everything—longing, need, affection, all tangled up together. You give yourself to it completely, letting the intensity of the moment sweep over you.

He pulls back, breathless. “I don’t know what I’m doing to you… but I need to feel you closer,” he admits, his voice rough with desire, but still carrying that poetic tenderness.

Your fingers slide down to his chest, feeling his heartbeat in the soft heat of his skin. You want him—now, more than ever. “Then make me yours,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his once more.

Sol’s eyes flicker, a slow smile curling at the corners of his lips, and before you can blink, he’s lifting you—gentle but firm—his chest pressed against yours, heart pounding, body shaking with anticipation.

“I’ll take my time with you,” he murmurs. “I’ll make you feel every inch of me. But you need to know—when I kiss you, you’re mine. When I touch you, you’re mine.”

His hands trail down your sides, soft and exploratory, making you gasp every time he finds a sensitive spot, every time his fingertips graze the edges of your skin.

His lips move to your neck, kissing the soft skin just below your ear, and you can feel him smiling against you, his breath hot and steady as he whispers against your skin, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted… everything I never thought I could have. You make me feel—” he pauses, his lips trailing lower, “—like I’m home.”

Why is..Sol so possessive?

Why..?

Wait, It doesn't matter-

You don’t ask how you ended up on his lap. You don’t need to.

Sol's fingers trail reverently up your back, ghosting over fabric like he’s scared to touch skin too soon, as if you might vanish before him. He looks like a fever dream—shirt unbuttoned at the top, collarbones adorned with silver chains and the faintest mark you’d swear wasn’t there yesterday. Maybe it was. Maybe he wanted you to notice.

“I’ve thought about this,” he whispers, forehead resting on your shoulder, “so many times I’m not sure what’s memory and what’s fantasy anymore.”

Your fingers toy with the silver around his neck, gently tugging. “What part, Sol? Kissing me like this?"

“Yes. And—" He swallows. “Everything after.”

You tilt his chin. He blushes again. It’s violent this time. His cheeks are lit like fire—contrast against the dark room, against the green in his hair, against the faint, nervous tremble in his fingers.

“You’re so red, Sol.”

“I always get like this… when something I want becomes real.”

"Sheesh! Solivan, We just met 2 months at our art class..Hehe....You're cute.."

If only you knew, He knew you before

You kiss him before he can say more—soft, slow, and unhurried. He moans so quietly it’s almost a hum, his hands flying to your waist as though they belong there.

You move together gently at first—layers shedding like old poetry, piece by piece, until he’s bare beneath you. Beautiful. Huggable. Laced in silver and trembles.

You press your palm flat against his stomach. “I’m thinking about it right now.”

He looks like he might combust. And then—

“Use me,” he whispers. “I— I don’t care how slow or rough— just let me give this to you.”

You kiss him again, and then guide him inside.

He cries out—quiet and broken—when you sink down fully.

You feel everything. Not just the stretch of him, but the press of metal. The sharp contrast of temperature, the way it catches perfectly against your inner walls like a secret only the two of you get to share.

“God,” you whisper, “I feel it—”

His hands fly to your thighs, gripping tight. His eyes roll back, and for a terrifying second, he stops breathing.

“You okay?”

“Perfect,” he gasps. “Perfect—oh my god, you— you’re perfect—”

Each roll of your hips sends another jolt through him. His head tilts back, hair falling like ink across the pillow, the light catching the glint of metal on his lip, his ears, and now—there.

You take your time. Let him feel every inch. Let him blush and sob your name, the sound soft like a hymn being offered to a god he doesn’t believe in—only you.

His voice is breathy. Poetic. Delirious.

“Your name tastes better than every poem I’ve swallowed... And you— you feel like fire wrapped in silk. I can’t—I can’t last—”

You grind your hips, and his moan breaks off into something desperate.

“You’re allowed to finish, Sol,” you murmur. “You’ve been so good for me.”

That’s what does it.

His body arches, and he clings to you as if drowning, crying out your name like a prayer. His release is overwhelming—hot, thick, filling—and the pulse of it makes you shake.

You ride the waves together, tangled in breath and silver and sweat.

Later, when your breathing slows and you’re here, you glance at him again.

He’s watching you. Still flushed. Still blushing.

“Did it feel good?” he asks shyly.

You kiss his temple. “It felt perfect.”

Sol hums, eyes fluttering shut.

You raise a brow. “What if I change my mind?”

He turns, one arm wrapping around you, his voice low and possessive:

"...I won't let you."

[copperbadge]

Every so often, life gets stressful, or even just feels stressful when objectively it's no harder than it was previously. Our tolerance for stress is variable and the world is a very difficult place right now.

One of my coping mechanisms is something I think of as "deadlining", where I (often unconsciously) pick an arbitrary event in the near future and fixate on it. Either I look forward to something great that's going to happen or I'll think, "things will get easier after [x]". Not in a delusional "everything will magically be fine" way, just believing that some change will be effected. One reason I'm ambivalent about the end of daylight savings time is that several times I've deadlined Fall Back -- if I can just make it until the time change, things will ease off. And it's worked, hooray for the placebo effect.

But it's a good barometer of stress, and I can tell something is stressing me out because I am profoundly overexcited about my New York trip tomorrow. It's crammed with fun stuff -- a live podcast, a Broadway show, two museums, a sauna -- but it's nothing life-changingly great. Just a nice vacation and some culture.

I don't feel anxious about any specific things in my life, not like I have in the past. I'm tempted to think it's just spring, which is really struggling to happen in Chicago this year -- it feels like winter has gone on forever. Or maybe I'm just a little burned out after a bunch of stuff that's already happened this year.

Either way, I'm off to New York very soon and hopefully that'll do the trick...

[frownyalfred]

Me and you and the Tim Anon collectively losing our minds

Anyway I'm now imagining a gala scenario where Bruce can't get away for whatever reason and Tim steps in when things start to escalate, claws out just enough to shred the fabric of Bruce's suit, hands resting over the scars Martha left behind, eyes narrowed, pupils little more than slivers, and everyone realizes that yeah, Tim's a Drake in more ways than one.

Like, how disconcerting would that be to witness? What if usually people with Dragon genes are either carriers or full shifters? What if being able to shift only partially is incredibly strange and rare? I'm thinking being in a room with Tim Drake when he's about to lose it must be terrifying. You don't know if this guy is going to enter a full shift or just rip you to shreds with the claws you're already able to see. The implicit threat and the way the hair on the back of your neck would stand up.

Somehow, though, there's something more inhuman about a man with slit pupils and claws than there is about a full shifter.

You know, if you think about it, Bruce had to train for years and use the finest of control to do tiny shifts like that -- just the claws, or just the wings or teeth. It doesn't come naturally to a dragon as powerful and large as him. Most dragons can't half-shift, like we've established. It's far too stressful. It takes a master of control and instinct. And Bruce became that master.

Tim is kind of the reverse. He only has the tiniest shifting ability, but he has to train so hard to dredge it up into something useful. Martha only shifted when her life/Bruce's life was in danger. And even then, all she could manage was the claws. Tim has to train just as hard as Bruce did to get them to form on a whim/command.

So you end up with Bruce, folding himself down into a human form with some blink-and-you-miss-it dragon characteristics, and Tim, a carrier who trained to be able to pull those claws out (and maybe eyes, yeah) when he needed them, not just in crises. It makes them a very interesting pair, yeah!

Maybe people even mistake Tim for the real dragon because Bruce's control is so subtle, his shifts so quick. But Tim is the one who gets all sharp-edged when things start to go tense. Hmm.

[eddiazx]

bobby's blessing - eddie diaz x reader

Based on this request: And if I can could I request maybe reader is a firefighter at the 118 like Eddie and Bobby is a big part of readers life like a father figure so Eddie asks Bobby if he can marry her!

Eddie Diaz does not panic, okay?

He stresses sometimes, but he's usually so cool and calm and collected and okay, maybe he's lying to himself right now.

Because he was going to ask Bobby, who is practically your father figure, if he can propose to you.

Ask isn't the right word, since Eddie was planning on proposing to you regardless, but he really hopes Bobby approves of it. Bobby loves the entire 118 dearly, but there's a particularly special bond between you and him.

"Eddie, hey!" Bobby opens the door with a big, warm smile that relaxes Eddie a solid 70%. "Come on in, I put some steaks on the grill for us."

"Thanks, Bobby. 'Thena not home?" Eddie asks, putting the blueberry pound cake he brought for dessert on the kitchen island.

"Nah, she took on a shift. It's just us two tonight."

Eddie nods nervously. He starts rubbing the back of his neck, clenching and unclenching his jaw.

"Eddie." Bobby murmurs softly, with kind eyes. "Sit down. What's wrong?"

Eddie breathes out a laugh. "What makes you think something's wrong?

"Nothing, but there seems to be something on your mind. It's just me, Eddie. You can tell me anything."

Eddie nods again, this time slower. He should probably say it now, rather than choking it out through a mouthful of steak. "I'm proposing. And because you're ... well, you. Her dad in all the ways that matter. I wanted to tell you first. I hoped I could get your blessing."

"Eddie." Bobby utters, eyes already shining with unshed tears. He swallows thickly, before pulling the younger man into a warm hug. "Of course, Eddie. You've always had it. I can't think of any two people better suited for each other."

"Thank you, Bobby." Eddie whispers against his shoulder. The thanks could be for anything and everything, but Eddie thinks Bobby understands regardless, because Bobby gives Eddie another firm squeeze before letting go.

"Come on, before the steaks get overcooked." Bobby says with a wet laugh.

The next time the two men give each other a similar hug is after Bobby walks you down the aisle on your wedding day, and it was just as perfect as Eddie had hoped.

[trashcigs]

ceo!jay ・ 인하이펜 gn reader + wc 0.9k genre est relationship fluff, not proof-read, tell me if I'm missing anything!! — more

ceo!jay is the kind of boyfriend who waits outside the department store like he owns the building, sitting just outside the entrance of the department store with one leg crossed over the other.

your iced drink rests coolly between his fingers, condensation dripping down the side — untouched, because he’s saving it for you. his other arm watches over your growing collection of shopping bags, each one handled with care, like they are precious cargo symbols because they're yours. 

his phone buzzes again, another call demanding his attention. He's been dodging them all day, shifting meetings, rescheduling with the tap of his thumb, and even when he silences it, puts it on do not disturb, somehow the calls still make it through.

a call from a sponsor's ceo flashes across the screen. something urgent. a string of curses leave his lips, the sound barely audible over the music playing in the malls, steps slowing behind you. 

you glance over your shoulder to look at him, and jay, with a slight pout tugging at his bottom lip, holds up his phone so you can see it — screen glowing bright in the sunlight. 

“I'll think I have to take this one, love,” he says gently, though the sound of regret is evident in his voice. his fingers already dancing quickly across the screen — maybe to reschedule. Or to say something else matters more right now. Maybe both. 

Jay answers the call but doesn't drift far. He stays behind you, phone pressed to his ear, bags still weighing down his arm. His gaze never strays away from you.

Even mid conversation, talking about a transaction, he finds himself leaning forward to press a soft, chaste kiss to your temple, his lips soft and warm against your own ski,n or rest his chin on your head while you wait in line, as if tethering himself to you keeps the stress at bay.

The low hum of his voice vibrates through you, when he opts to rest his head on your shoulder, business terms like mergers and deadlines spilling from his lips, lips meeting your soft skin when he takes pauses. 

When you stop in front of another store, he crutches a slight glance over your shoulder. He's already reaching — collecting the things in your hands, balancing them with the ones already on his arm, before motioning toward the entrance with a slight tilt of his head.

“Go on,” he murmurs against the receiver, the corner of his mouth lifting just for you. “I’ve got these.”

Nobody seems to miss the way his eyes flutter shut at the soft kiss you give him before hurriedly entering the store. 

He settles on the sleek bench just outside the door, wrist watch catching a glint of sunlight as he checks the time. The call ends not long after, and with a sigh through his nose, he turns off the phone and runs a hand through hair, ruffling it slightly — a sign only you would catch that he’s tired. But he waits. 

Soon enough, he finds himself typing out an email with his brows furrowed, thumb gliding over the screen in an almost incredible speed — addressing yet another underperforming employee, though expression unreadable behind his designer glasses. Every so often he’d tear his eyes away from the screen in hopes of meeting your gaze. He doesn't.

So he returns to texting his secretary. People pass and glance — some recognizing him (That’s Mr. Park? No?), others just intimidate.

The fresh jacket, polished shoes, the cartier shining on his wrist — he’s someone important. But all that matters to him now is when you’ll come back. He glances up again. Not you. His chest deflates just a little. 

But then, the doors slide open, and you step out, sunlight haloing behind you like you walked straight out of one of his daydreams. His sunglasses are off in an instant, pushed onto his head, eyes crinkling with relief and affection. “There you are,” he says, a huge grin tugging at his lips “How was it?” 

You barely get a word in before he’s already taking the new bags from your hands, placing them gently with the rest. His touch lingers as he grabs your wrist and pulls you gently between his legs, fingers gently caressing the top of your knuckles. He tilts his head, attempting to catch your gaze, but when he realises it’s to no avail, he loops your arms around your waist, resting his head against your stomach, his lashes fluttering shut.

“You didn’t touch your drink,” brushing a few strands of hair away from his face, thumb gently wiping a faint smudge of something or – or maybe just the soft trail of a shadow – from his cheek.

“Cause it's yours,” he replies without opening his eyes. “Didn’t want to steal a sip.” 

Who knew the big business man would be such a loverboy? You card our fingers through his hair, letting your nails lightly scrape his scalp – and he exhales, a quiet, barely there sound that makes your heart flutter. A single lash, you think, clings to his skin and without thinking you wipe it away carefully, watching his lips curve ever so lightly. Jay hums, smoothing up your sides and pulls back just enough to grab your hand and place a gentle kiss to the inner side of your wrist.

“Should’ve bought you flowers too,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your wrist. “Next time, remind me to spoil you properly.” 

And you let out a short, soft laugh, one that sends your head back, and teeth peeking out from your lips. It was the kind of sound he’d bottle up if he could. His eyes shine beneath the glass roof and for a moment, he wishes this – just this — could last forever. But for now he’ll make do. 

notebook this is really... really bad

taglist open ⁉️ @miyadollie (sorry my love, i did not reach your expectations)

[herotome]

Devlog #177

Hi-ho, Wudge here.

I'm gonna try to be rather more transparent than usual in this devlog because aiyaiyai... not gonna lie y'all, I've been feeling a bit disheartened. Not from any one thing! There's no bad guy boogeyman bringing me down! It's just like... woof, game development is a lot.

Some time ago, my country enacted some new policies that forced Paypal to make a lot of changes. I had to (or thought I had to??) get an actual business license and jump through a lot of hoops to make sure I'd still be able to receive and withdraw money from my Paypal account.

For the most part, it all worked out. I'm able to receive money from Ko-Fi and from taking commissions, and I'm able to send money to purchase Herotome's art assets (a new CG and backgrounds are coming along fantastically!)... but ever since the changes, itch.io has consistently had issues with my Paypal account.

I don't know why it's only them. I'm still trying to figure it out. I have a pending ticket with them right now to determine why my most recent itch.io payout has been in review for 65 days.

For a while I tried to switch itch's payouts to Payoneer, but Payoneer charges a yearly fee of $30.00 unless you receive $2,000/year on their platform. I don't have enough itch income to justify the cost.

So I've been trying to switch itch back to paypal and it's been... difficult. It shouldn't be so difficult. It feels shameful that people are trying to support me through itch's site, and their money either never reaches me or goes straight into payoneer's yearly fee.

But if I make a post on itch saying "Hey, itch isn't working well with me on the financial side, you can support me on Ko-Fi instead!"... then I have to draw and post more Ko-Fi expressions, and I'm already so behind on those.

You may be thinking "Well, forget about itch! You can put Herotome on steam instead!" but putting a game on steam also involves jumping through a lot of hoops - to the point where there's services that offer to do it for you (so you'll have to pay the steam fee and for the service).

... So I guess that's a big part of my stress and disheartening feelings right now lol, I have boogeymen after all and they are itch and paypal. But uh, I'm also struggling with feelings of the game feeling like a neverending Sisyphian task, no matter how much I write or how much progress I make, it's never enough...

You guys would probably enjoy playing what I'm working on right now though, right? I have to try and hold onto that thought. I have a few fun scenes mostly done. I don't have expressions coded for any of them...... but writing-wise, I think they're pretty good. Maybe I can hire someone to code in preliminary expressions. It'd be a lot of work for me to onboard, give them context and access to assets, but it could be worth it. I'll think it over

Uhhh. Okay, things I actually did last week -

I rewrote a scene to give Warden more agency; the player now gets a brief 1x1 scene to talk with him BEFORE the free time LI-selection section, and I think y'all will like it.

I also drew a new expression for nurse Jordan

This is how I feel about my payout drama with itch. Hahahaha. Ahh...

Hopefully my ticket gets resolved soon and everything works out smoothly from now on, so I can concentrate more on the actual game.

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

[bread-of-death]

I might skin someone alive.

[fisheito]

what sort of twisted powerplay is this

[starmonsterrr]

[ * hey hello quick announcement I vibe with proshippers now (I have sorta nuanced views but I'm closer to being proship and I'm comfy hanging out with them so. If you don't vibe with that there's the three dots in the top right corner of this post, click that and it should give you the option to block me) ]

Edit 2: [ * HEY WHY DO I HAVE MORE FOLLOWERS NOW. THAT AIN'T RIGHT. THAT DOESN'T ADD UP. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT. I THOUGHT MORE PEOPLE WOULD UNFOLLOW AND MAYBE BLOCK. ]

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all, I think I need a little bit of a like reality check again So I know I am prone to rather extreme muscle tension, spasms, and knots; my body does electrolytes wrong, and if I have a flareup of one of my other health conditions it can make my electrolytes wrong enough that my muscles hate it (I've been tested multiple times, there's nothing wrong with my nerves or muscles themselves, it really seems to just be the electrolytes) So I know the degree of muscle issues is unusual, but I thought the like...pattern was common? When you get muscle tension on one side of your body, and then it relaxes (like the next day) do the muscles on the other side of your body tense up, just slightly less bad? And then it like seesaws back and forth from one side of your body to the other, getting less bad each time, until you're back to base levels of muscle tension? And if so do you have any advice on how to prevent that seesaw effect from happening? Like, other than rehydrating and electrolytes, I have those covered

[moonchild-in-blue]

Australian Rituals / Teeth of God Tour Bingo

Alroighte gwois, let's hear your predictions for the upcoming rituals. I *might* make another bingo (like on Wembley) - even if I don't, let's get them all in one place cus I think it's funny.

If you have something specifically for the Teeth of God Tour (because they are headliners and can do Cooler™ Fancier™ stuff) do specify. Same for strictly Australian Rituals. Some stuff may happen earlier (like when they debuted TMBTE and the new Espera masks), others may only happen on the Tour, so let's just put them all here and see what happens 😗✌️

Please reblog/put on the replies your predictions!! Whether serious or silly, please share!

Mine are:

One of the Vessels (Vessel or ivy OR Espera!!!!) singing onstage with Oli

Kangaroo/koala headbands / Aussie Explorer hat

EUCLID (more for Teeth of God but wouldn't be surprised if earlier)

The Apparition (PLEASE)

The Summoning pushups will return

Older song throwback (please please Sugar or Jaws. TNDNBTG for ToG)

Outfit change for the Vessels (only cus i think Australia is quite hot now innit? poor iv will MELT in that jacket)

NEW VESSEL JEWELLERY

This one I'm not super confident/keen on BUT new Vessel mask with Antlers (more likely on ToG but who knows)

[lieutenantselnia]

How long do you want your title to be? Historical non-fiction: y e s

Last year I actually started making a proper list of films, series etc that I want to watch - something I've been wanting to do for a long time but never did. That probably caused me to forget about things more than once😂

I mainly started it for historical movies at first, because my history phase that I had when I was about 14 or 15 came back big time, and there's been some things I've wanted to watch since then already but still didn't! I knew about Downfall since like 2017 or so but didn't watch the full movie until last year😅 I'm having a lot of fun with it though since I've of course grown and developed through these past few years and have now more knowledge in general, more experience on how to do research and also a more reflective and mature thinking. Of course not all historic/history-inspired media is accurate (and I don't think it has to be for every purpose, like Hogan's Heroes is still incredibly funny even if the timeline doesn't always makes sense or ranks and uniforms don't match up). But I think it can be a great starting point for getting interested in a specific person or event and then delving into more detailed research about it.

I've also added some newer ones though that I didn't know about back then, or that didn't even exist yet. The list is really a great help for organising my brain. I've also started to add in things not related to history though (like Arcane - I still haven't watched season 2 rip - or The Dragon Prince). I wasn't sure if I should make a separate list for them but at least for now I just threw everything together in one. It helps a lot especially for series because I try to always write down which season and episode I'm at (I just didn't include that column in the screenshot) because sometimes I get distracted by something else and don't continue for a while and then forget where I was at😭

This was just a bit of random babbling but like this is kinda what I've been up to. I haven't actually continued on that many things in a while because I was too stressed with university, but I hope to continue soon. Also if you have more recommendations you're welcome to let me know👀 I'm currently mostly interested in the World Wars (there's so much to be learned about both but I think I really want to broaden my knowledge on WWI), the Weimar Republic/interwar period in general (also Austrian interwar history of course but to be honest I don't know if there's actually ANY movies on that), but also pre-WWI Austria-Hungary and the German Empire and like generally the 18th/19th/20th century (other countries too of course, but with these two I have many historical sites basically in front of my door, and as a native speaker a lot of primary sources are also relatively easy accessible to me). There is so much interesting stuff in history as a whole (I love watching historical documentaries about like any time period or country, there's always something fascinating to learn), these are just the ones I'm most focused on at the moment and want to study in a bit more detail!

[torchickentacos]

we're at the point in the semester where my therapist asked me how bad it would be if I just turned this assignment in late and had a Prescribed Mental Health Night™ instead

[oxymoronicdumbass]

if one more person tries to talk to me about college, i swear on everything i love, i will explode

[regular-lord-reckoner]

i am so glad this week is finally (almost) over

i had an appointment with my pcp on monday to see about this possible kidney stone situation

they did a urinalysis on me and sure enough i do have some blood in my urine so that plus the pain means it's likely there's a stone, but i'm in a situation again where i haven't had any pain for days so it's like...that's not good !! (especially since this has been going on for a few months at this point !)

they ordered me a ct scan which i had today so i'm hoping maybe sometime tomorrow i'll get the results of that and we can maybe figure out what's going on

i also had a dentist appointment on wednesday but it was just a cleaning and my dentist said everything looks good. it is kinda funny because i was actually supposed to have this appointment months ago but decided to reschedule because i had too much going on that week and so it got pushed out until now and then i end up having even more shit to do this week than i did back then so...oh well !! it's finally done

and tomorrow i've gotta do some of my usual errands (mostly taking the garbage off and getting a few things from the grocery store) and then i think i'll finally be done !! hopefully !!

hope you have a good, restful weekend coming up if you're reading this !! <3

[running-in-the-dark]

kinda disappointed with how this weekend went. I mean, it wasn't bad! but it was our first weekend in the new apartment, and I/we wanted to get a lot done. I already did a lot during the week (a lot for me, not a lot for most people I guess), but there's lots of things that I can't do/can't do on my own, either because I'm too short or not strong enough or I need someone else to hold something or whatever. which realistically just won't get done during the week because my husband works full time, so. it sort of sucks that only one very small, unimportant thing got done. 😔