#and this happened and looks so cool i wanted to share

[syggwolf]

Not to hijack this post or anything, and I'm gonna share some seriously depressing stuff here, along with talk of injuries and blood, just as a warning, but I can easily pinpoint the (And I cannot stress this enough.) SINGLE most traumatic thing that ever happened to me in a long, long, long line of catastrophically traumatic things: It was a very specific incident of being told not to cry. And it wasn't like I wasn't already told not to cry already or anything because, you know, you have a dick, you're not allowed to cry past the age of six and all that. And I was about thirteen so, way beyond that point. But this time, I mean, it was sort of a big deal. You see, unfortunately for me, a very heavy falling object had split my forehead open, and the amount of blood pouring down my face had convinced me that I was pretty for sure probably maybe going to die. Also it really hurt. But because I went into shock, I started laughing instead. I want to stress: the laughing was a panic reaction, not conscious, nor on purpose. Then I proceeded to leave an unbroken trail of blood all the way up to the front door of my house, about a half a block away. All the other kids fled as soon as it happened, except for one; another boy who was a friend of mine, only slightly older than me, who walked with me up to my house and came inside. Well, my mom shrieked and put an icepack on it, which, if you've never had burning cold shoved against exposed skull, it kinda really hurts even more than getting your skull exposed in the first place. And so I'm sitting there on the couch next to my friend, who's still staring in horror at my head and the blood all over my face. By this point I have definitely stopped laughing or doing much of anything, and the sheer amount of "I am so fucked." is starting to sink in because they are calling a fucking ambulance. My dad is sitting there, yelling at my friend to explain what the fuck happened and my friend gets to the part where I started laughing and my dad looks at me, and no bullshit, at this exact moment, there's a spike of pain from my head, and I'm miserable and it's sinking in that I'm going to the fucking HOSPITAL in an AMBULANCE and I am definitely in trouble. (Which is another fun thing that happens in an abusive household. Imagine thinking you're in trouble for getting hurt. Spoilers, I did in fact get yelled at, excessively. My intelligence, character, moral fiber, strength, and foresight were all called into question.) So right there, with all of that hitting at once and my father staring straight at me, my chest hitches and I fuck up and I let out a voice cracking little whimper. My father looked at me with an absolutely haunting combination of anger, disappointment, and some kind of disgust, and he said in this very rough, clipped tone that was more threat than anything else, "Don't you dare. You will NOT cry." And that broke something inside of me that to this day I've never been able to fix. If the role of a "man" was not to cry even under circumstances as extreme as that, than I clearly was broken in some way and I would endeavor to never cry again. And even Now? I simply cannot cry until I fully and completely lose control of every aspect of myself and snap, and even then it never lasts longer than a few moments. I can't make noise while I'm doing it either. It's a silent affair that can only happen in the most extreme circumstances when I am alone. His reasoning for saying that to me? For looking at his wounded child, blood covered face and pain and misery and all, and saying those words? He wanted the story to get around the neighborhood that I laughed at having my head split open because he thought it would make me look cool and really badass. He literally told me that to my face a few hours later, and said it was for my own good because none of the kids would fuck with me if I looked manly. He also chewed me out for possibly ruining it for having the gall to break while my friend was still next to me. The patriarchy is fucking evil and must be destroyed.

Everyone is so weird about people who cry easily. Fellas, is it evil and manipulative to *checks notes* have an involuntary stress response?

[alexandraisyes]

500 FOLLOWERS

Wow. 500 of you. That number feels surreal, especially after everything these past few months. (Don't scroll away there's a surprise at the bottom of the post.)

In July, I faced harassment over a rumor about being hired as a TSAMS writer. In August and September, it escalated—stalking, harassment, and widespread slander over SolarNexus, a ship I don’t even ship. October brought betrayal as someone I trusted turned out to be a predator, slandering our friend group, faking their death, and running away upon confrontation. Last month, I had to take a stand against someone sharing NSFW with minors, leading to more slander and harassment.

Now it’s December, and honestly, fandom discourse feels inevitable. But you know what? I don’t care.

This community has been so supportive to me throughout this. I have grown close with friends, made new ones, and gained so many supporters and I don't know how to say thank you enough. I've reached so many of my goals for this year, and there's always going to be more work to do.

I'm starting a new fic. I'm updating my old ones. I'm making art for a voice actor. I'm a mod in the community server. And I'm finally working on a project again that I started in August.

I’ve been really hesitant to show this project off on main, beyond reblogging things here and there. I won’t reveal which character I specifically play—though it probably wouldn’t be hard to guess.

This project started as a way to support the mod who plays Lunar, who was receiving harassment simply for enforcing their boundaries. Yes, you read that right—they were harassed because they didn’t want to post negative confessions. When we saw that happening, my friends and I got together, and I said, “Haha, wouldn’t it be so cool if we just made a bunch of confession blogs to dunk on the haters and roleplay and shit?”

Within 24 hours, two new blogs popped up. One hasn’t done anything to hurt me, so I won’t name them, but we all know who they are. The second? Biased-tsams-confessions—a blog that was one of the leading forces behind the harassment I faced in August. They would flip their lid if they knew I was the leading force behind TSBS CVAU and remain its head administrator and manager. Honestly? That makes me even prouder of this project.

Of course, I couldn’t do this alone. A huge thank you to my partner in crime, @lyrical-hue, who has been my rock throughout this journey. They’ve helped smooth out the bumps along the way, making sure I don’t handle everything solo.

I’m so excited to finally share this project with my fanbase publicly. We’re expanding our world and currently looking for new members to join the group! If you’re interested, you can apply here:

Okay so now the real question. How am I celebrating this milestone? The past two times I made a post like this I did a raffle (one of which I'm still finishing the artwork for). This time I'd like to do something different.

I want to make some free emotes for the community. My community. To give back some of the support I've been given.

To be applicable for this, reblog this post with references of your character designs, AU designs, OCs, or sonas. As many as you want. They can be your own characters, or personal designs for preexisting characters. Or even just. Characters. I will literally just take canon designs of characters too. I'll even take requests for my own designs. As you can see there are a LOT of emotes there, so I need a LOT of characters from the community.

RULES:

Characters must be submitted through REBLOGS

You do not get to choose which emote is made, I do, I'm doing this for free after all

You HAVE to be following me, this is an event to celebrate my followers after all.

And uh, yeah that's kinda it. If you want to join the discord you can join here:

[iichfilwypj]

Percy Jackson x reader where she’s the one to show him around camp & its like love at first sight for him? Thank you love ❤️

love at first sight? | percy jackson

ღ percy jackson x demigod! reader ღ warnings: none! ღ wc: 982 i hope you like it! tbh i don't love it, but i tried my best! so sorry it took me so long, love!

Percy was lost, both literally and figuratively.

Surrounded by demigods darting around the camp, centaurs sneaking wary glances, and nymphs following his every move with sharp eyes, he had no idea where to focus his gaze.

“You’re Percy, right?” A clear, gentle voice spoke from his right.

When he woke up hours ago, he was almost convinced he was dead. 

Now, it was the only possibility; the girl in front of him could only be an angel.

Percy had never believed in love at first sight. Those stories about falling head over heels in an instant? Ha, I’ll believe it when I see it.

But the second he laid eyes on her, that belief crumbled. 

His heart thudded loudly in his chest as he watched her. He couldn’t help but drink in every little detail: the way her hair fluttered in the breeze, the soft flush of her cheeks kissed by the cool air, and the stray strands of hair that framed her face.

Percy felt an irrational urge to tuck them behind her ear, just to see her better.

She was captivating, mesmerizing, breathtaking. Everything around him faded as their eyes met. Hers were stunning, probably the most beautiful he had ever seen.

And when she smiled at him, his chest tightened painfully, making him let out a breath, almost a sigh.

“Yes, I’m hi—Percy,” He stammered, wishing the ground would swallow him whole when she giggled softly.

“Chiron told me to show you around the camp.” Her voice was warm and comforting. “It’s okay if it doesn’t make sense yet; but trust me, we’ve all been through this. Don’t worry!”

And then she laughed softly; it was like music, and it only deepened his embarrassment. But even in his flustered state, he couldn’t stop thinking about how he wanted to hear that laugh again.

“Should we start?”

For the next forty minutes, Percy was blessed with the presence of the girl by his side as they wandered through the camp. 

She shared stories of her own and of other campers, clearly making an effort to engage him in conversation. His attention was entirely consumed by her; everything she said felt important, like it was the most precious thing in the world.

He made sure to remember every little detail of her voice, the way her lips curled when she talked, how she seemed so sure of herself. 

He was still trying to process what had happened when they first locked eyes, that moment when everything else faded away. His heart hadn't stopped pounding since. It was intoxicating.

His mind was racing, trying to make sense of the strange pull he felt toward her.

“Oh, we should visit the forest! It’s one of my favorite places, but we should be armed…" Percy’s smile faded. "Don’t worry, we’ll be fine!"

They ended up visiting the forest, the archery range, the canoe lake, the stables, and the stadium where, apparently, sword and spear contests were held.

And during the whole walk, he fought the urge to ask what the hell she was on about.

Swords? The real ones, made of steel and used for killing?

He must have looked confused -scared- because she laughed, nudging him playfully. He turned bright red at the simple touch, hiding his face from the sun as though it were responsible for the color in his cheeks.

“I know it’s confusing, but trust me, you’re going to like this place.” 

If you're here, for sure.

“What?” She asked, eyes narrowing slightly. 

“Oh, nothing!” He shifted his weight uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact.

The fuck is wrong with me? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Then, she stopped suddenly, turning to face him with a smile. She walked closer to him, very close; almost like she knew the effect she had on him, and it made his heart race even faster.

“Want to see my secret spot? No one else knows about it.” She asked with a mischievous smile, her eyes twinkling with excitement. Percy blinked, his heart leaping at the invitation.

“Uh, yeah.” He answered quickly, almost too eagerly, but he couldn’t care. He would have agreed to anything just to stay close to her.

They reached a small, concealed area under the long leaves of a weeping willow, which sheltered a small space. Inside, there were some books, candles, and even blankets on the floor.

Percy stood there for a moment, feeling as though he had been transported to a different world. “It’s… amazing, honestly.”  Percy whispered, his voice thick with awe. 

“I know, right? I come here everytime I want to be alone.” She turned to face him, her voice gentle but determined. Something in her eyes made him feel like he wasn’t alone in this new place.

“It’s weird,” he admitted, suddenly self-conscious. “being the new guy here… I’m not sure if I belong.” His voice faltered slightly, but he couldn’t pull his gaze away from her. She smiled, her eyes softening with understanding. 

“You can always come find me if you don’t want to be alone.” She said to him.

And when he opened his mouth to respond, he realized there was something he had to ask.

“Wait... you never told me your name.”

She paused, her lips curving into a smile, a teasing glint in her eyes. Percy’s heart skipped a beat. 

Now he was sure; she knew exactly what she was doing to him, and it made everything inside him ache with anticipation. 

“Maybe I’ll tell you later,” she said playfully. “After dinner, right here. Don’t be late.”

Then, as if to seal the moment, she winked at him, before disappearing behind the leaves.

Percy stayed still for a moment after she left, his mind still spinning. His thoughts were jumbled, but one thing was clear: he was already falling for her. The thought of seeing her again, of being near her, made his chest flutter with excitement.

Maybe that place wasn’t so bad, after all.

school will kill me but luckily this is my last week!! i am very happy! el máximo de faltas en mi colegio es 28 y tengo 27,75 JAJAJAJJA siempre al límite!

[lady-of-blossoms]

WHEN LOVE FADES

Pairings: Toji x Y/N

From this poll

synopsis: Toji’s relationship with Y/N was always a little tricky but Y/N still stayed even though her friends told Y/N how he wasn’t a good partner until he forgets their anniversary and leaves Y/N waiting for him at the restaurant for 6 hours, then when Y/N finally realizes Their love faded.

WC: 1k

CONTENT WARNING: Toji is an asshole, he forgets about your anniversary, alcohol abuse, A HELLA LOT OF ANGST, Fighting, Blaming.

A/N: Sorry this was so unintimate, i didnt have much motivation. Class has been really hard on me rn:(

I sat at a small table, a single white candle flickering in the center, illuminating the carefully crafted menu that lay untouched before me. The whispers of other couples floated around, filled with laughter and sweet nothings. I glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time. It was 9:30 PM, and the reservation had been at 3:00 PM. I could almost hear my friends’ voices in my head, their warnings echoing like a distant memory.

“Y/N, you deserve better than Toji. He’s not good for you.”

But yet, here I was, waiting. Toji and I had always walked a tightrope of chaos and comfort, his flaws often eclipsed by a flicker of charm. He’d sweep me off my feet one moment and leave me questioning my worth the next.

I poured the last drops of water from the pitcher into my glass, staring through the translucent surface. The ashy blue of his eyes would twinkle with mischief, the kind that made my heart race in ways I didn’t even want to admit. But today, they felt as distant as he was.

By the time the waitress cleared my empty table—half-heartedly touching her arm as if to say “maybe you should go”—I felt the weight of hopelessness pressing down on me. Had I been foolish to wait? To believe that today would be different?

Suddenly, the bell above the restaurant door chimed, breaking through my encasing silence. I straightened, my heart stammering as I turned to see Toji step in. He looked disheveled and slightly out of breath, his typical swagger dampened by the despair that surrounded him.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed when his eyes found me—first a flash of relief and then, confusion.

“Where have you been, Toji?” I hardly recognized the coolness in my own voice.

“I… I lost track of time. Things got a bit out of hand.” He ran a hand through his messy black hair, something he did when he was trying to gather his thoughts.

My heart ached as the memories swirled around us—the fond moments we’d shared, entwined with uncertainty and unfulfilled promises. “You forgot our anniversary,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, but the tremor in my words betrayed me.

“I’m here now, right?” he said, and there was a hint of desperation in the smile he tried to muster. “Let’s make the best of it.”

“Six hours of waiting is a long ‘now,’ Toji.”

The flickering candlelight danced between us, casting shadows around the worn features of his face. “I know, and I’m sorry. I just… I lost track. It won’t happen again.”

But something shifted in my heart. Each year, we’d been caught in this carousel of doubt and affection, wit and sorrow. I could internalize this moment, mark it and brush it aside, but tonight, something felt irrevocable.

“The bill…” I started, but Toji cut me off with a wave of his hand, a look of guilt etching across his face.

“We can talk about that later.”

“Can we?” I challenged quietly, rage bubbling beneath the surface. “How many ‘laters’ do we have to go through before we face what’s real?”

His eyes flickered, and for a moment, I saw the man I fell in love with, his heart laid bare in the dim light, vulnerable and exposed. But just as quickly, he masked it with nonchalance.

“It was just a bad day, Y/N. We’ve all had them.”

This was our never-ending dialogue—Toji, the eternal optimist, hiding behind reasons and excuses, often leaping from the serious to the unserious, brushing aside feelings as if they were dust. And I, the craftsperson of resilience, sweeping them under the proverbial rug of sanity.

“Six hours, Toji.” I breathed, the hurt echoing in the quiet as I struggled to find reasons to hold on. “What if today wasn’t just a bad day? What if this is just how things are now?”

Toji remained silent, swirling the ice in his glass. It was haunting, the way he could make the space between us feel like a chasm filled with regrets. We used to dance around this exhaustion, always painfully avoiding the heart of the matter.

Realization hit me like a sudden rush of cold. Our love was unfurling like an old leaf disintegrating into dust. The passion, the thrill—it was fading.

“I don’t want to keep waiting, Toji. Not for you or anyone.” I could feel the tears pooling at the corners of my eyes, a testament to the years gone by.

“What are you saying?” His voice slipped, and I could see a hint of panic in his eyes.

“I think I’m saying goodbye.”

“I won’t let you go ma…” he stated fiercely, but even that sounded hollow amidst all the despair coursing between us.

“It’s not about wanting or not wanting. This isn’t working anymore. I’ve tried to hold our little family together long enough…” A silent pause filled the air, thick with words left unspoken. What once felt sacred was now fractured, barely held together by strands of laughter obscured by shadow.

Toji reached for my hand, squeezing it tight as if it would anchor him to the present moment. “Please, don’t walk away,” he begged, his voice raw and pleading.

But I needed to walk. I needed to step into the light of clarity, however painful. I wished I could splinter away his demons, sprinkle his life with joy and love, but you cannot save someone who doesn’t wish to be saved.

“I need to know I’m enough for myself first, Toji,” I whispered, wiping away the tears that had betrayed me. “Maybe one day, you’ll understand.”

With one last lingering look, I stood and slipped out of the restaurant, leaving echoes of what once was behind me, wrestling with the shadows of heartache, yet free from the chains of those delicious, yet debilitating memories.

I guess this really was WHEN LOVE FADES…

🏷️:

@bananaminn @morikosa @morikosahh

[leggalese]

I want to throw my hat in the ring for why Beanix specifically makes me feral! It's a direction that *looks,* at first glance, like a complete character inversion but is actually totally reasonable. Basically Phoenix appears different to us, who are "in his head" for the first trilogy, than he does to most of the people around him. We interpret him like an open book, while he actually keeps a lot of his thoughts (especially the snarky ones) to himself. He is kind and naturally trusting, but he also keeps a lot of things secret even from his closest friends (for example, not telling Maya how and why he knows Edgeworth in the first game, not telling her that Edgeworth's "dead," not telling people about Dahlia or his suspicions of Iris, etc.)

So Beanix is super, super interesting! For the first time we are seeing Phoenix as an outsider--we can't hear his thoughts, and he's acting SUPER shady. Apollo obviously doesn't trust him, he's not telling anybody anything, and by the end of AA4 we learn that he's been secretly masterminding a 7-year scheme to take down the murderous asshole who ruined his life. But also--he's so clearly still *Phoenix.* He's not just out for revenge, he wants to fix the entire unfair justice system. He loves and protects his daughter immediately, and you can see so much of his personality in her. He still believes in truth and justice, he's just...wounded. He trusted in a client and was betrayed--but he still trusts Apollo, trusts Trucy, trusts Edgeworth, even trusts Klavier I think. He's smarter and more careful than he used to be, but he was always clever and sneaky and secretive. He's just learned to apply it better.

Also he is very much a DILF. A lil scruff looks so good on him <3

Thank you for your answer! Very detailed! :)

I'm going to share my own thoughts on this because I have them...

This is an interesting take but I must be honest I don't really agree with the first paragraph. I think it's pretty normal to not want to talk about heavy stuff, it doesn't necessarily make the character cagey... There are lots of arguments like how he doesn't talk about himself much and such, but most of those are for narrative purposes so he can be a sort of neutral protagonist character. Nick only struck as secretive to a certain degree but not enough to be a defining character trait. I can see him as clever and a bit sneaky tho, that, I agree with. But I can't for the life of me picture him doing a 7 year scheme... it just felt really out of place?

In the trilogy he seemed pretty open about his opinions and was a very emotionally reactive character even outside his head and perhaps that's what I really and truly missed. I get that whatever happened would have changed him but something just... feels very off and wrong about it and this is the hill I will die on. Having Nick be some mysterious cool guy just doesn't really feel like the character I got to know, ya know?

[shiveagit]

When the silhouette slaaays. My bunny bois guild

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

......sup

[kyouka-supremacy]

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[vice-like]

I was re-reading the first few chapters from the natsume manga and I noticed something on chapters 8 and 12 I really want to share

Isozuki forest is the place Akagane and Asagi come from as they mention in "Asagi's Koto" (chapter 8), in chapter 12 ("A Chick Hatches") Isozuki is mentioned again

The rat coming from Isozuki is not the only coincidence he has with Asagi in particular though, the wound he has on his left eye is kinda similar to the wounds left by the symptoms of Asagi's disease

The fact that he has bandages all over his body also raises lots of questions: does he also have Asagi's disease? If so then is Isozuki having some type of epidemic? Was Midorikawa sensei planning to have a storyline more closely related to Isozuki but decided to drop it? Or is this supposed to be implied and open-ended anyway?

Of course this is mostly a theory, the rat youkai's wound also looks like burn marks and I might just be reading too much into it but there's one other thing that makes this theory interesting

When Natsume asks why he wants the egg, he answers this:

"Elixir of perpetual youth", could this be interpreted, in the context of Asagi's disease, as some form of cure or treatment? Is this why they want it?

The rat also says the egg is for "his lord" and as mentioned on chapter 8, the god of Isozuki forest is Lord Mibu, the one Asagi always played the lute for

Is "his lord" Mibu? And going one step further: is Lord Mibu also ill? Is that why he needs the Tatsumi egg? It could also be that he just wants to eat some rare meat lol

Anyways just wanted to share this because I always get excited when noticing new details in stories I like and also because this got me intrigued, specially when I remembered Midorikawa sensei mentioned in more than one afterword that she has a lot of unused storylines

[featherymainffins]

Peace and love on planet Earth but if I see one more post NOT about recovery and, in fact, encouraging eating disorders in the ed recovery tag, I might just turn into a chimpanzee and tear everyone's faces off.

[silusvesuius]

n*loth is literally a demon i mean iHold on YAAASSSSS!

i mean it 😒😒😒

[phagodyke]

dating an art student was so crazy I'm just thinking abt that one birthday I had where my ex got me stickers from the etsy of the person they were cheating on me with....

[inkedhorror]

oh when did that happen...

[joosts-girl]

Drawing Joost for college but not being able to share the drawings on Tumblr

[jayswing101]

March 2024 - Yangshuo, Guangxi province, China

[boys-and-such]

sometimes i mayhaps would like a boyfriend