#anyways i did not edit this so have at it

[the-fab-fox]

This is so true. I recently saw a recipe for a really healthy meal on a recipe blog. I clicked the author's name and found my way to their actual domained website. In their about, I found the email. I have emailed them asking if there was a way to do the recipe but in a crockpot due to the pretty unsafe environment I live in—due to the skuzzy way my roommate/Subletter acts, I don't feel safe using the kitchen. I have not received an answer but from my experience sending out emails to people one would not generally consider, I know one of two things will happen. They will simply not respond (that is to say ignore or disregard my email) or they will answer and let me know if it can be done or let me know they don't have the time or energy to offer that solution. And these two options aren't bad at all. There's no consequence.

So even if they *don't* answer, what's the problem with asking when the worst outcome is simply no answer. You're literally losing nothing no matter the outcome, and more times than you think you're gaining something.

A few more examples on this:

I'm very much a networker. I am a people person and really good at striking up random conversations with people. Been that way my whole life. I just love interacting and helping people. (I'm a customer service professional of 20 years if that says anything).

I also am pretty intermediate with computers and very good at writing resumes and cover letters for job resumes and things like that. A lot of that comes from the fact that when I was younger, if I wanted something that could only come from a specific person/company/entity/etc, I would search and research until I found the contact needed.

Sometimes I'd be pleasantly surprised, sometimes not. But I never lost anything by trying.

A few times I was pleasantly surprised:

I was/am really into Criminal Minds as a TV show. Got into it in my 20s. It's become a comfort show (as weird as that is for a show about a fictionalized Behavioral Analysis Unit in the FBI). I was thinking... What would it take to be a BAU agent. It's probably nothing like the show so what's it like really. So I went on USAjobs.gov to look into it. Found contact for FBI. Emailed with a well edited and professional email (yes, this is absolutely important if you want to be taken seriously—if anyone would like me to draft up an example of what that could look like in a specific scenario, I'm happy to help!) as well as I could at the age I was at (basically, write it as well written and professional as you know how at where you're at now—don't try to "sound" professional and use big words. Just write as you but more formal). Lo and behold, I got my answer and it was quite thorough and they even warned me that the team as is seen on the show is very over glorified and the BAU mostly consults from afar and very rarely goes into the field. Lol. But you still have to pass the entrance exams which include physical.

2nd time, around the same time. I was a member of a Matthew Gray Gubler (Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds) fan blog on Live journal. (Really aging yourself, here, Finley 🤣) Anyway. There was a movie we heard of that MGG would be in but no one knew if it was true or really happening or if the project was still in the works or had been stalled. I did a Google search, found the movies official page, found a contact email or form. I was consise in my subject line and consise in my email (my thinking was entertainment people are gonna be hella busy so put my inquiry in as little but still respectful and professional words as possible. I stated who I was, my experience leading to my question (in this case I said something along the lines of 'my name is Finley Beckett and I'm a member of a Mattew Gray Gubler fan blog. The group of us have been looking forward to the movie that if coming out but we haven't heard anything about it or whether it's still happening or not. I was hoping that you might be able to shine some light on this. Also, due to the questionable relience of the internet these days, would it be at all possible to send some kind of proof that you are indeed the people behind the movie. I won't share with the group, of course, but that way I can with 100% confidence, inform them of your response). And two or so days later I got an email from the director of the movie himself (and keep in mind this was a lower budget film and pretty sure straight to DVD so obviously this would likely not work with someone like say George Lucas or Christopher Nolan or Stephen Spielberg) emailed me back and gave me not only what has been happening as far as movie production but as well as a few production stills that included MGG within them.

I've gotten to correspond with two of my favorite novelists due to finding their websites and through those, their contacts. (Business inquiry emails count as contacts). And one of them, probably my favorite author of all time (Tamora Pierce) even looked over some of my writing at the time and gave me some really great feedback. To this day I cherish this moment even if I've lost the email to time.

Ultimately, the biggest advice I can give on this sort of thing is best summed up in this quote:

"You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take. Even though there is only a 1-5% probably of scoring."

— Wayne Gretzky (not Michael Scott 🤣)

And I left in the second part because it confirms what I've said. Like yes, there's only a 1-5% chance of getting something out of reaching out, especially in this day and age.

That said, if you never try, that percentage stays at 0%. Full stop.

You're already at 0%, so it would make more sense if you tried because even if you fail, you're already at 0% so you've literally got nothing to lose, right?

IDK if any of this will help but I wanted to try just the same. (See what I did there? 😉)

[midnightfiction143]

ilyt

kinich x g!n reader, established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, sfw, slight ooc kinich cus I'm still getting used to his character, not proofread as usual

a/n: well this is something.. stayed up til 2 to write what was supposed to be a quick one-shot that I would edit in the morning hahah. mostly testing the waters to see if people prefer hcs or fics. also I kinda wanna change the font so it's not boring but I'm a bit lazy.. enjoy ig?

“and don’t even deny it, i can see the look in your face when you’re weighing your ”cost” of a decision. god, you have it on your face right now!” you exclaimed, narrowing your eyes at him.

it was true - even at the very moment, in the middle of an argument, kinich’s face was scrunched up, eyebrows furrowing as he weighed the consequences if he argued back with you.

kinich sighed. “y/n. let’s not do this now, please. i’m tired and you’re tired - we should do this when we both have a clear head.”

you suppressed a groan of anger and stared at him accusingly, eyes spilling with annoyance. “no, i want to do this now. i’m sick and tired of running away from this conversation that you keep pushing back! do not blame this on just me being tired!”

kinich’s fist curled up in irritation. he was trying really hard to not lash out at you - nothing good would come out from that except for both of you getting hurt. his restraint was like a rope slowly fraying in the middle, waiting to be broken at any time.

instead, he placed his gaze on the floor so he wouldn’t have to see your face at the moment, and gritted his teeth. “y/n, you’re angry but it’s not-”

“stop stalling, for god’s sake! did you even hear me when i sa-”

the rope snapped.

he looked up at you with a piercing glare that radiated fury. startled, you cut off midway through your sentence, jaw still hanging wide open. a wave of nervousness quickly washed over you. kinich had never stared at you like this before, ever. you were too used to the small, affectionate gazes when he saw you smile or do something silly. no, this couldn’t be kinich. he wouldn’t st-

“no, y/n, I have been listening. if you don’t like that, then just leave.” he hissed.

you tried to tell him, despite the rising, underlying fear of your own boyfriend. “no, wait, but-”

if your throat didn’t close up at that exact moment, you wouldn’t have heard the words muttered under his breath as he stared back down at the floor again.

“i wish you’d just go already. you’ve been an nuisance from the start anyway.”

you froze. you could already feel the hot tears pricking at your face near the start of the argument, but now they spilled out, ruining your makeup and you had to bite your lip to refrain yourself from sobbing in front of him right then and there.

where did this come from? what happened to your loving and subtly caring boyfriend, kinich? you felt guilty now, you wanted to say sorry that you shouted out at him and started this whol- no, that’s what he wants you to do. then he wins.

so you swallowed down your apologies and forced your head downwards, not daring to meet his gaze. “fine.” you barely choked out, and clenched your fists as you stormed off to your (unfortunately) shared bedroom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

the door creaked open slowly, and you could feel him shuffling in before gently closing it again.

“..hey.”

you were curled up on the bed, hugging your knees, and kinich could tell you had been crying. he moved over to just behind you, placing a tentative hand on your shoulder.

“y/n.. i’m sorry for all the things I said. I didn’t mean them.. it was- I was just frustrated in the moment, and.. I definitely shouldn’t have said the last part, i’m sorry. i’m.. not so good with words, but know that i’m speaking the truth when I say you mean a lot to me. i’m so lucky to have you in my life. I want you to know that I love you.”

there was silence after that. kinich paused, worried he said the wrong thing.

“i’m here for you, if you need me.”

the dam holding in all your tears broke.

you turned around, tears welling in your eyes, and flung your arms around him. kinich, although a little startled by the abruptness, wrapped his arms around your body warmly. you sniffed, blinking out tears as you pressed against him. “i love you too, kinich. it’s not all your fault - I shouldn’t have bursted out at you. you were right, I was tired, but I didn’t want to admit it just because of my pride.”

kinich rested his hand on your back, patting it softly. “it’s okay..”

you looked up at him, and he almost wanted to laugh. the contrast between his face and yours with tears staining, red eyes and nose and messy hair was.. kind of adorable. you spotted the small curve upwards on his lips and smacked him lightly. “stop it, i was tryna have a serious moment for once!”

you could feel him smiling as he pressed his lips gently against yours. “yeah, yeah, love you too.”

[thenightshadowqueen]

Death for a Dollar watchthrough thoughts

Holy shit, this was unhinged. I loved it so much. (That’s too many italics, but I don’t care.) I’m kind of speechless; the number of times I actually covered my mouth in shock (usually because of Sam, but Tom was insane in this one, too) was staggering. I adore this play.

Anyway, I’m going to get into my actual thoughts instead of just rambling.

Just to start, ‘Death for a Dollar’ is a great title, so kudos to whoever came up with that

Oh my god, Hank and Gareth 2.0!!!!

“You don’t know what he did for this place.” “That—Tell me!” This is off to a strong start

“Where was your showmanship?” I love it when they work mini games of Change into the plays

Mr. Twilliger is an incredible name

“This is me being the bartender, getting the stories out of the customers, so they reveal things, and then they want to drink more because they’re reliving their trauma.” I mean, it’s a valid tactic to get more money; yay, capitalism! (sarcasm)

AJ forcing Tom to be musical… Caesar and Juliet, anyone?

I love that Luke knows off the top of his head how many keys a piano has (I’m honestly not surprised)

Is Sam’s hair a little longer than normal? Because it looks really good

“I got three keys, three teeth, three toes. I’ve been through a lot.” I love Tony the piano player (who was also referred to as Bill once)

“My mind can take an awful lot; there’s not a lot in there” I love him, actually

“You ain’t trying to seduce him!” “But I get bigger tips when I do!” Sam

Can I just thank whoever edited this for giving us that little shot of Tom laughing? Because I love it when we get to see him actually laugh.

I love Mrs. Prostitute (and I love Tom for including positive representation of sex work)

“This is what feminism looks like” West End Big Boys flashbacks

“My mum is crazy” SAM

Also I think my favourite thing about the microphones is that we can hear them laughing so much more clearly (brought to you by Luke, on this occasion)

I adore Sam’s weird little harmonica thing he does in western-genre pieces

Ooh, younger versions of characters being played by different actors; I don’t think we’ve seen that before

I love Sam being confused and Tom’s response being to start clapping

I love Sam being annoyed and retaliating at AJ with a bald joke

“I told my daddy that I was real fast with a pistol, and that maybe I could go and work in law enforcement, but he wouldn’t have it.” “No! No son is going to go work for the government!” AJ trying to paint his father as the villain and Sam trying his very best to make the audience like him… This is gorgeous

“Telling a man if he’s allowed to own people or not” okay, never mind, I take that back

I don’t know why Sam picked the Watson-clown voice, but I’m glad he did (also I love that the voice made Luke break)

“Many Fingers Pussy” Jesus Christ, Tom

“They thought I had the devil in me” god damn it, now I feel bad for Bill

Sam is so good at playing wide-eyed innocent characters

“God, I wish they had that law in America in the modern day” I wish I had enough faith in people’s judgement to wish that

“I didn’t know you could do magic” I love it when Sam causes trouble

I can never see a reference to a one-man band like that and not think of Mary Poppins

“I can’t wait to hear those four white boys do those accents” oh dear

Luke speaking Spanish!!!

You know what, that vaguely Mexican accent could have been a hell of a lot worse, so well done, Sam

“So you can work on a farm, or you can jerk people off” oh my god, Sam

“He offered me a job” and then AJ realising what it sounded like and walking it way back

Tom entering the scene and waiting for a moment to join in and then Sam just throwing him in without warning is amazing

“I work here jerking people off” Tom

“She said she helps people el secrete-o” SAM

“Hand stuff Jesus is okay with” Sam

I don’t know why the fact that Tom knows little bits of Spanish brings me so much joy, but it does

Holy shit, Luke speaking Spanish with an American accent might be my new favourite thing

I love Maria, the bank robber/prostitute

You know what, I get Bill; the little, slightly mosquitoy “yeah”s are alluring

Half-kiss!!!

“A beautiful flower turns to a crooked leaf” I fucking adore AJ’s weird little sayings

“It’s a well-known expression” and then the advert with the merch saying ‘more well-known expressions’

“Something went worse than wrong. It went really wrong.” Gorgeous.

Sam’s slip oh my god

I know I already said Sam’s hair looks good, but Sam’s hair looks really good

I already said it but I will never be over Luke’s Spanish-in-an-American-accent. Never.

“I’ll keep my hands moist for you” it seems like Tom like using the word moist (the moisturiser fairy comes to mind)

I love audience participation

I’m sorry, as someone who struggles with mental math, that quick multiplication from Luke was impressive

“Got a lot of spunk in you, have you?” I love Tom using his English degree to make dirty jokes (obviously this doesn’t require an English degree; I just mean that it’s a wordplay joke)

I love Sam making sure to bring the story full-circle, with Tony losing his teeth and toes

Jesus, Tom

“Have we invented the electric chair yet?” I looked it up, and it looks like it was invented in the 1880’s, so not quite, but it wasn’t nearly so far off as I thought it might be

“I’ma travelling electric chair salesman” … honestly, I’m not even surprised at this point

Tom is right; this is really dark

I don’t think Sam knows how electric chairs work (affectionate)

Okay who the fuck let Sam wink like that

“Well, I guess that’s the end of the Shoot from the Hip show” I love when they get meta

“What could go wrong with giving a southern American teenager a pair of guns? I’ve got school tomorrow!” Holy fucking shit; may I present Sam Russell, the king of risky jokes

“…when we faked my death…” I love Tom so much

“I think this is the first time we’ve used the principle of the unreliable narrator” I actually love this so much; this is such a cool concept, especially for an improv show

Tom is unhinged in this one and I love it

I love this so much

I already made as post saying this, but it bears repeating: this is BUS levels of insane

[genderlessjacky]

yayy finally im finally done!!! I hope we are the same timezone and I didn't accidentally submit this late 😭

Holmes!! The sharpshooting Rodger with a littleee but of trust issues and I adore him . He is the kind of dad to have Pavlov's dogs himself to say "language" whenever anyone is swearing an probably owns a swear jar. But don't worry, he loves both his children equally. He may not be able to keep up with a few of the smarter Rodgers in terms of intellect but he can hold his own in a mission decently well and he's more streetsmart anyways (Holmes says in an attempt to comfort himself)

(also , Sherlock Holmes , Holmes , get it??? I'm so funny I know)

Big brother of the year award goes too... SOMEONE ELSE because it's certainly not Shrimpo "DONT KICK IN YOUR 8 YEAR OLD BABY SISTERS TEETH" Rodger . He pretends to not care and at times he really doesn't. It's giving Dipper pines meets bakugo (which I'm not sure if that's accurate because I have only seen like , 2 seasons of MHA) meets knuckles and with a sprinkle of abandonment issues . It took him a decently long time to warm up to his adoptive family but it was all worth it (sort of)

(when I tell you I really did try my best to come up with an Augmented Ability for him 😭 I hope this isn't too OP...)

Edit : nvm , Shrimpo uses 80% of his energy instead and that it effects a whole area of twisteds around him , like it effects any twisteds who hear it even if he direct it at them , and that it can be mixed , like a twisted brightney and Gigi can run away while the rest start CHASING him

The baby of the family!! The one who Shrimpo taught how to swear!! Toodles!! She occasionally gets an existential crisis because of her ability but it's finee. She warmed up the fastest to people, this social little scumbag is the sole reason why her brother is NOT fully social inept

Edit: SO sorry that I'm changing my mind this much but I'd like to add like , she can just duplicate only parts of herself for way less energy, like she can duplicate just an arm as a emergency weapon for 7% energy and only her head to use as a projectile weapon for 9% energy ectect and ofc they will still hurt but yes she can duplicate multiple

(Another idea of an Augmented Ability I have to her is basically beginners luck in a larger scale , she can boost a random 'stat' of her fellow toons in a certain radius by 20% and it reduces her own energy by 20% but I went for this one instead but if you think the duplicate thing is too overpowered, feel free to use this :))

more beneath the cut <3 (pls read I spent SO much time on these doodles)

An idea I have for their background:

If it matches the lore , I'd say they joined an operation that wasnt gardenview, a different operation that was far more weaker and far away from said Gardenview , Holmes and Toodles and a couple of others were the sole survivors of the weaker operation after they got overwhelmed by a large Wave of twisteds and Shrimpo got kicked out of his own survivors group for being too aggressive and nearly leading them to their own death . After Toodles and Holmes wandered for about 3 months they met Shrimpo and the journey begins there . They reach Gardenview in about, I'd say two - two and a half years

Please ignore that fact that it's disgustingly obvious that I have practically never done digital art before 😞🙏

Pov: a single father of two rediscovers what coffee is (don't read the text too closely 😞, I mostly copy pasted a theory about ichor that I really liked and added a bit of details myself , I know I'm lazy I'm sorry)(also ignore that Cosmo said E-1, I rrly want him and his kids to be in D-1 🙏)

I have a mini comic I'm in the middle of drawing of how Shrimpo and Toots would work together in an actual mission and I'll reblog said comic on this post after I finish it and hope and pray you actually see it 😢

Fun facts about them (I'll probably add more when it's not , midnight)

In terms of fighting, I'd say Shrimpo is definitely melee and short ranged, if I decide to give him weapons it will definitely be very Vi from arcane coded

Rodger is defo long ranged sharp shooter, a sniper sort of guy , if he had to fight up close he could hold his own but he would mostly rely on his robot arm

Toodles is more agile think, very sonic or Spiderman esk , jumping around and dodging/ luring the twisteds

Rodger also has phantom pain sometimes and doesn't really know what it is (yet) so sometimes his arms just starts hurting a lot and he's like "oh, I guess that happens now" and doesn't tell anyone

Rodger got lost his arm during the incident where his old operation got destroyed

Toodles and Shrimpo have matching bite marks from eachother, it's how they differentiate eachother from a crowd

They are very "Dad said I can come!!" "YOU ARE NOT COMING ON MY DATE-" coded

honestly, I can Shrimpo tagging along with toodles and her new friends in Gardenview until he finds his own group

Rodger used to spend a lot his time researching ichor obsessively because he lost a lot of loved ones during the fall of his old operation (like a lot of the Rodgers and probably also A1 Rodger) but slowed down a LOT a while after he took in Shrimpo

Rodger didnt know how to take care of two kids at first , it wasnt until Shrimpo almost died because of his own recklessness that he decided "hey I already lost a lot of people, I need to take care of the ones I have" and stepped up , he isn't perfect but he tries

I'd like to think Rodger gets a lot of "you took in...a SHRIMPO????" From the group of people he hangs out with

Also their 'last name' is Rodger , like Toodles Rodger and Shrimpo Rodger , but he only uses when they are in REAL trouble like "SHRIMPO RODGER GO TO YOUR ROOM" energy

Also if it matches the lore , I also like to think , to save up energy and ichor , the people running Gardenview saw them come in , clinging onto eachother and went "huh... they seem close" and put Toodles and Shrimpo in the same room with a bunkbed to preserve energy

Small little Event!

Hey hey, hope you’re all having a great holiday.

This little event will be running until 1.6.2025.

Im sure some of you have noticed team D and E have never been mentioned- and that’s because I’ve been waiting to host this event!

I’m choosing 11- yes 11 toons that YOU GUYS MAKE to add to Operation Ichor!

Of course, other toon submissions will show up as background characters within the comic.

Q1: How does the character sheet look?

Something like this, it being colored is optional. But I mainly just need design, personality, and ability on your sheet. Keep in mind you’re mostly choosing from the 20 in game characters (No, spoiler characters aren’t accepted, only ones in game!) and adding accessories on them.

You can make a whole team if you want too, just please keep it as one reblog if you can.

Q2: Are OC Toons allowed?

Yes, but please keep in mind they have a lower chance of being chosen just because dealing with different abilities and designs gets complicated (as if the 20 toons Dandy’s world has isn’t already enough)

Here’s the sheet for those who want to join.

Please use (#opich event) and/or just reblog this post with your submission

Disclaimer:

Any toon submitted will STILL BELONG TO THE OWNER, I have no intentions of stealing your amazing creations.

Do note; with the grim nature of this story, toons die a lot and yours might as well, if you don’t want that to happen- don’t submit.

And don’t be discouraged by your art, I love all your works and you’re all super talented :).

[pinkaditty]

by the time ur seeing this it will most DEFINITELY have been in the drafts 4 a hot minute bc im scared nobody will like it

anyway. i did a black gyaru edit of MC from Tokyo Debunker in a random screenshot I took of the game bc i was bored and wanted 2 do it bc i am a chronic self-inserter lol

if ur here 2 say something odd or claim MC is Japanese and therefore shouldn't be blackwashed: blackwashing isn't real and I'm pretty sure MC was designed like this 4 ease of self-inserting anyway. thank you!

this is my first ever black edit so 4give me 4 all the shaky lines and sloppy coloring but i really did my best!!! and im kinda proud of it yippee!!!!!!

in all honesty this is me coping with how they call MC basic every chance they get. im writing a Romeo x reader blurb and i just. can't cope. every time he calls me "BB" im like "oh my GOD i wish u knew. i wish u knew." being gyaru and getting called basic is a total nightmare.

[pernesophe]

Omg I’m so excited about requests!!!!!

I really love your work re: Suo, from Wind Breaker, so I was hoping for more of him.

Like a seamstress! Reader x Suo, who’s never at the repair shop for himself but notices reader anyway and it’s not at all obvious? I just love the idea of Suo wrestling his feelings over someone yk? A work-oriented, not easily wavering reader, who’s too busy doing her work to notice him until it’s the ONLY OPPORTUNITY. Maybe they’re college age? Idk I just love him with a super serious and driven gf.

Minors and Ageless Blogs please DNI! (Edited (1.5.25))

First Request Woop Woop!! Thank you so much for sending this in!

I do want to preface that Suo is one of the harder characters for me to write - he's just so foxlike and keeps his emotions hidden (I am not like this so it's hard to relate to him lmao). Also reader wanted to have their own say in this piece ig (characters rebelling and all that). So this may not live up to your request, and if it doesn't then I'm so sorry - I really did try!!

Really I was aiming to only write 500-1k words, but here's like 2.9k because I have no self control lol:

TW: Fluff (Divider by @sweetmelodygraphics)

Suo and the Seamstress

It was a brisk day, the wind whipped through Suo’s coat on the way to the little shop located at the end of Main Street. Not much had changed around town since he left for college, though that may just be because of his weekly visits, so the changes felt gradual. Like this building on the end of the street that had been vacant until his last year at Furin when a seamstress moved in, or how that seamstress hired an apprentice the same summer. 

So it came as no surprise that through the window he could already see you working as he pushed through the wooden door, the tiny brass bell chiming overhead to announce his arrival. Once inside he was greeted by the warm embrace of the tiny radiator eeking heat from the back of the shop, followed by the rhythmic drumming of the machine you were pushing fabric through.

At first he glanced around for your boss, but it seemed - to his delight - that she was out on a supply run. You were still sitting there behind the ornate front desk working, taking no notice of him at all. By the register sat a little sign next to a bell that read: “Be back later! Ring to get their attention!”

The auburn haired man didn’t ring the bell though, he didn’t step forward, instead he hovered by the door and observed. As you paused to deftly fold the fabric into layers, pin it, and then neatly line it up under the metal foot before pressing the pedal on the floor lightly - the same way you would accelerate a car. Eyes narrowed slightly as you watched the needle raise and lower, the internal mechanisms resumed that comforting drum that echoed through the shop. A clip secured all of your hair at the back of your head so he had a clear view of your side profile.

Usually he handled dropping the uniforms off for the Furin boys, and Nirei was the one who would handle pick up, so Suo’s only seen you in the morning light. Memories glowed softly in his mind, the gentle rays barely illuminating the planes of your face. Shadows cascaded under your jaw, behind your ear, stretching up into the strands of hair laid flush against your head to create a dark and delicate shawl. Always silent in the early hours, sometimes with your lips pressed into a line and a notch in your brow. He was never quite sure if it was from concentration, or if you were trying to hide your honest feelings about the “upscale orders” that would overflow from the city. 

This time the afternoon light was much brighter, coming through the window set behind you, vibrant orange mixed with the white daffodil rays from earlier. Backlit by the sun, it illuminated everything about you at this hour. The light crept up your back, threaded through your hair, stretching over your cheeks, and wrapping over your shoulder to climb up the column of your throat while lacing down over your collarbone as well.

Suo was grateful for your driven nature in this moment, eyes focused on the ever tamping foot of the machine, so he could steal these precious moments to himself. Tracing the ridge of your nose, swoop of your jaw, and the bend of your cheek with his careful eye. How the bow of your lip was so prominent when you pursed your lips in thought. The strand of hair that fell from your clip and kissed the nape of your neck - all of it he committed to memory until the next time Nirei couldn’t handle pick up…

And then, like a bird watcher being caught by the bird itself, you glanced out of the corner of your eye and immediately straightened to look at him head on. The drumming of the machine fell away, replaced with the humming lights overhead. 

“Sorry I didn’t see you there,” mumbling as you stood, smoothing down your shirt and trousers before approaching the desk. Suo mirrored you step for step until you met at the desk together, you peering up at him - your soft timbre still ringing in his ears.

“It’s quite alright - I never rang the bell,” Suo replied with a serene smile, nodding towards the little sign and rounded piece of silver. 

“Can I have your name and ticket, please?” Your hand held out to him, palm up, as you spoke. For a moment he was taken aback by how unfazed you were to his presence. Fishing the ticket out of his pocket, he produced the small, rectangular piece of yellow parchment. 

“Suo Hayato,” he responded through an unfaltering smile as he slid the paper into your hand, “though I think the ticket’s under-”

“The Bofurin Account, right. One moment please,” you cut him off as you turned towards the rack of garment bags behind the counter. He was left blinking rapidly at your clip as you thumbed through the hangers on the rack. After a moment, you grabbed a bundle of hangers loosely tied together and lifted the bags off the rack, then turned back and laid them across the counter.

”So, Mr. Suo,” you enunciated each word in turn, eyes still trained on the garment bags until they slowly lifted, traveling the expanse of his torso until they met his curious gaze. A light dusting of pink rose to his cheeks from the moniker, your unwavering gaze spiking his heart. He leaned forward slightly as you parted your lips to inquire, “were there a lot of knife fights this week?”

”Uh-hm, what?” Suo sputtered, clearing his throat before he responded with a question. Tilting your head, not unlike a hawk sizing up its prey, you gestured to the garment bags - wrist turned up towards him, your fingertips skimming the canvas, thumb slightly folded over your palm. 

“There were a lot of cuts, looked like some kids were sliced?” Your tone seemed nonchalant at first, but one of your brows slowly raised as the c hissed between your teeth as if they were connected by a string. Suo felt hot and prickly under his coat as a drop of sweat ran down his back from your unblinking stare.

”Well, yes,” Suo began cautiously, with a curt nod, “that happens when thugs bring knives to a fight.” His lips were curled into a serene smile, but his words shifted in the air like snakes slithering through tall grass. Your lips pressed into a thin line, if he had to name the look he’d call it unamused.

”Right,” you replied in a tone matching your expression, “and how are they doing in school?” Querying in that same passive tone that hid something predatory underneath as you started to gather the tickets and check off the log book.

”The thugs?” Suo retorted in disbelief, puffed through a breathy laugh - his serene mask broken. Your hands stilled as you zeroed in on the fracturing, cocking your head to look up at him.

”The kids.” Again, as the s hissed through your teeth, that string drew your brow up, your eyes growing half lidded and tired at the perceived density. 

”Oh.” Suo blinked, haunches smoothing down slightly. “Most are doing well - there’s a few who struggle in their respective subjects, like kids sometimes do.” He answered genuinely, though his sienna iris darted over your expression - trying to read your next move.

”Hm,” puffing air through your nose, nodding your head simply, you finished tying paper slips to the hangers in the garment bags. “Well, you’re all set,” you stated while patting the top of the bags. Suo blinked, a mix of fear and intrigue swirling in his chest - not yet wanting the interaction to end. Honestly he wanted to know if you had a problem with him, or if this was just your regular demeanor. 

“Is it alright if I take a look?” He requested calmly, to which you shot him a look of unbridled disbelief, so he quickly added, “not because I don’t trust your work. I’ve just never seen it - I handle drop off typically.” Your face smoothed at his explanation, but you only nodded at the bags in response. 

Suo gingerly unzipped the top bag and opened it to find an immaculate Furin uniform. It didn’t look like they had been sliced, or at least you hid the damage well enough. The biggest surprise was the button down shirt - blindingly white once again - he searched for the name tag to find it was a student who was notorious for being rough on his clothes. You stared at his shocked expression triumphantly, barely hiding the upturn at the corner of your mouth.

“How did you get it so white?” Murmuring as he looked back at you with an astonished expression, brows raised in question. The thought displayed plainly across his face: This is a mending shop, not a dry cleaner’s. 

“I took them home and cleaned them,” you said simply. Though your face clearly showed what you were thinking: ‘how else did you expect them to get cleaned’.

“But some of the stains were already set…” He noted incredulously, only growing more confused by your explanation.

“Family secret,” you offered with a nonchalant shrug. Suo just stared at you dumbfounded before puffing out a laugh with a shake of his head as he pulled out his wallet. When his finger and thumb were gripping his card, tugging it out halfway, you threw him a bewildered look. “What’re you doing?”

“Paying…?” Suo chuckled out awkwardly through a tight lipped smile, that serene mask transformed into something amused, but forced.

“Mm-mm, y’all don’t pay. It’s under the Bofurin Account,” you asserted while tapping the sign taped to the front of the register. It read: 

”Cover a Bofurin’s repairs! Donate a few yen with your purchase to cover the materials!”

Suo read the sign, and then re-read it for good measure. Sure the town supported them back in High School, but there was a new level of organization to it now.

“But what about the cost of labor?” He inquired, wallet and card still at the ready.

“Free.” You stated, as if it were obvious, while tucking the uniform back in the bag and tugging the zipper up. That’s when Suo noticed the slip of paper you tied to the hanger, immediately he reached out and turned it the other way so he could read it - forcing you to stop mid zip. 

“Tutoring?” He read the title out loud with the inflection of a question before glancing at you for another explanation.

“You said some of them were struggling, and some kids from different schools in the area have put together a tutoring program. This seemed the best way for me to get the word out to Furin.” You explained as you gently took the paper from his hand and laid it back in the bag, zipping it up the rest of the way.

“That’s very considerate, thank you,” he murmured, a little taken aback as he considered the possibility that perhaps you weren’t just giving him a hard time earlier. 

“No problem. Have a good day Mr. Suo,” you spoke in an assertive tone, nodding and gesturing to the bags that the transaction was complete.

“Right, have a good day.” He replied, a little solemn at how irked you seemed at his presence. But as he moved towards the door, garment bags laid over his arm, his curiosity got the better of him as he turned back to ask, “um, I hope I haven’t offended you in any way?”

“What do you mean?” Cross-questioning him with a slight shake of your head, that notch back in your brow.

“Well you don’t know me and we’ve never really had a conversation before, but you seem to have a lot of… unspoken opinions about the Bofurin alumni.” Suo explained slowly, that hot prickly feeling coursing over his skin again.

“I do know you - my brother talks about you all the time,” you claimed with a simple shrug while you put the logbook back on its shelf.

“Your brother?” Suo mumbled, more to himself than you, as he wracked his brain for who your brother could be.

“Riku L/N,” you offered, expression immediately softening at the mention of your sibling. Suo was suddenly struck with a memory from about 6 months ago of a rather loud young man that looked kind of like you who he taught “Beetle Style”.

“He really enjoys the training events you all hold, but he’s struggling in math, english, and just about any subject that isn’t fighting,” you explained with a small huff, followed by a slow sigh - the tension releasing from your shoulders. “It makes me wonder how many students are in the same boat. I guess I’m just a little worried for them…” you admitted in a softer tone. 

“I’m sorry if I came across a little,” you grimaced slightly at the ensuing word, “bitchy earlier.” Suo could tell the word tasted like bile in your mouth, and had to suppress a chuckle at the sight. 

“It’s alright, and you weren’t,” he assured you gently, turning back to the desk fully. “I understand where you’re coming from, it must feel weird to be protected by kids.” He offered gently, and you immediately nodded in agreement.

“It’s a lot safer here, which is why we moved in the first place, but I guess I just didn’t expect my little brother to be one of the people keeping us safe…” you swallowed thickly after the words spilled out - not intending to be so vulnerable with him.

“It’s hard not to think of all of them as my little brothers y’know?” You murmured quietly as you gestured at the garment bags still slung over his arm. Everything about you was softer now, and Suo couldn’t help but drink it in. The way your brow creased in worry, and how you nervously wrung your hands as you captured your bottom lip between your teeth. Your gaze focused on the bags, but he could tell that you were seeing the boys’ faces instead of the clothes.

“I feel the same way,” Suo declared gently, drawing your gaze back to the genuine smile tugging at his mouth. “We only graduated a couple of years ago, but we worry too. Our class is the one who pitched the training events so there’s at least a few alumni always in the area. The class who graduated before us are working towards bringing trade and apprenticeship programs back to our community. And the class that graduated before them is still networking with a few Universities in the area to bring back solid pathways from High School to college. That’s how a lot of our class was able to go off to school.” Expounding on the alumni’s efforts, Suo hoped it would quell some of your anxiety. 

“I-I’m really sorry,” you blurted out immediately, eyes wide as a vibrant pink bloomed across your cheeks, “I had no idea. I-I thought y’all were just teaching them how to fight,” you admitted sheepishly. He couldn’t help but laugh outright at the 180 in your demeanor.

“It’s alright. If your brother is mostly interested in fighting, then that’s probably all he’s told you about,” Suo remarked before elaborating further. “The training events are to make sure they won’t be overwhelmed by other teams, but we’ve been in their shoes. We want their lives to be easier than ours were too.”

“Oh God,” groaning as you covered your face in embarrassment, shaking your head. “I must’ve seemed so cold, I really am sorry,” your words were muffled by your palms. Suo suppressed his titters at your floundering behind his free hand.

“It’s really no big deal,” Suo spoke reassuringly as you peaked in between your fingers to see his serene smile. “Actually, we’re having another event in two weeks - you should come by with Riku. You’ll be able to see some other alumni and they’d be thrilled to tell you about the work they’ve been doing.” He suggested as you gradually lowered your hands to the counter to reveal a slightly intrigued expression.

“Are you sure that’d be okay?” You murmured, brows raised in slight apprehension.

“Would it be okay for the seamstress who’s been fixing all the boys' clothes - for free - to come to an event they were invited to?” Suo responded with another question and a coy smile. Your gaze cut to the counter as your cheeks burned from his teasing. “I think it’d be more than okay,” his sure tone brought your gaze back to his kind smile and half moon eye.

“Alright, I’ll be there,” you replied, nodding while flashing him a wide grin. A faint blush swept across Suo’s face as his heart stuttered at the sight.

“I can’t wait, have a good day Y/N.” He murmured, a touch of tenderness leaching into his tone as he moved towards the door once again. But as his fingers gripped the handle your soft timbre stopped him in his tracks.

“I hope you have a good day too, Mr. Suo,” you called after him, the moniker you used before sending a wave of heat through him as his cheeks became downright ruddy. He turned back to see a coy smile curving your lips this time as you took your seat at the machine. The rhythmic drumming filled the shop once again while the usually sure footed Suo stumbled back into the chilly air.

I got too excited and posted this request before adding my MDNI at the top. That is 100% on me! It has been added as of Jan 5, 2025.

Because this is an 18+ only blog I kindly request that you have an age indicator easily accessible on your blog prior to interacting with my posts (even the fluff ones). Please check out my pinned post if you have any questions about this, and my apologies for slacking on this one!

[bloodcoloredglasses]

you're right, introject doesn't grammar quite the same. i guess the best i can say is that I still use kin to say the same things and I find the fact that introject doesn't say it as explicitly to be an oversight in the language and I'm glad to have kin as a verb to fill that niche. i use kin both as an active "i am introjecting this" at the moment of introjection and also as a way to say "i continue to be an introject of this character, i continue to identify as this character"

I do say "I introjected Valentino" to mean "I continue to be an introject of Valentino, I continue to identify as him," it's just implied rather than explicitly stated. But it is still understood as that even though the word doesn't grammar exactly the same. Kin as a verb has all those usages that are clear in context for me and which all work similarly to the concept of introjecting and being an introject. It sucks that introject doesnt do that in the present tense because being an introject and identifying as Valentino is something I am still doing.

It might be useful to explain all my usages of kin as a verb?? (or at least all the ones I can think of, there are prolly more) and also potential grammatical usages that I don't use:

I kin Valentino: I am Valentino. I identify as Valentino. I am an introject of Valentino. I am Valentino kin.

I am kinning Valentino: I am in the process of becoming Valentino. My brain may be sniffing him out as a potential fictotype/kintype or perhaps I have already taken up residence and am currently putting all the trauma on the right shelves. The introjection is in process. I am currently introjecting him.

***I might/could kin Valentino***: I have identified Valentino as a potential kintype/fictotype and need to sniff him more to determine whether the kintype/fictotype will stick. If an alter doesn't yet have a fictotype at this point, it is often hard for them to speak and be identified. Introjecting a character like this helps them to be identified and heard by the rest of the system. **(Important note!!!: This is my biggest use case for kin as a verb because this just straight up does not work afaik for using kin as a noun, because "I might be x kin" doesn't make sense as you are not x kin at this point.)**

I kinned Valentino: not a use case for me. Kinning is something you start and never stop. To say I kinned him past tense would imply that I no longer kin him.

I know that using kin as a verb is a red flag, so I make it easy for people who are worried about that to kinfirm me: saying I'm fictive not rp in my bio, basically using a lot of fictive language because that hasn't been infiltrated by kff and just generally making it clear when I speak that I am literally Valentino. I think most people who know about kff and know that kin as a verb is a red flag will put green flags like this up. Green flags are more reliable anyways, because people can have seen the use of kin as a noun and still be kff, but if you talk about your kintype identifying as them, then that pretty conclusively proves you are kin real.

I don't think that my use of kin as a verb is applicable to everyone's kin experiences, but me and the rest of my system find it applicable to ours and so we use it that way.

(sidenote: no third party introjected valentino. I did. I introjected valentino and became him. There is no host.)

( @a-dragons-journal sorry to ping you idk if it gives you a notif from just reblogging like this but this is also in reply to you ^^')

edit: idk if there's a kin as a noun version of "I am kinning valentino" either and i use that a lot. so. yeah thats important too. i done forgot. imagine some asterisks up there

When i use kin as a verb i use it in the same way i use introject as a verb and it's just weird and upsetting when ppl insist kin can never be both an action and an identity. I can say I introjected Valentino and nobody says shit but then I say I kin Valentino and suddenly it's a big problem of language misuse and implying that kin is not an identity?? Is my fictive identity somehow not real if it has an element of action to it? It happened in the back of my brain while I wasn't looking, but it was nevertheless an action, and we experience our kin identities in the same way. Why the hell do people accept system experiences so easily but then purity test the exact same experience if framed as kin

[queenkamisama]

episode 11 review

it was better than ep 10 surely, lot of things happened (but it was sooo expensive😭2700AP approx.), but the time we spent with Jason was AGAIN waaay too short, and the fact that we ran away AGAIN??! from a dinner date (it was obviously a date, and i think Jason planned it subconsciously) that HE cooked for US??! like girl🧍🏻‍♀️what is wrong with you? seriously… not to mention what he thinks about you now, i’d be so pissed and disappointed.

anyways, i feel like i have to replay this episode (in the future, when i’ll have enough AP (i literally have 7 rn lol)) because i want to do Devon’s route too, i feel like i hurt his feelings😭pls he didn’t deserve this (i did his route on my secondary account and their scene was wholesome, the way he asked her for a dance, i really enjoyed it<3)

also, i think i’ll edit his illu when i’ll have time so stay tuned folks😼

[juniperskye]

You’re Not Alone In This.

Based on the following ask: @itzvenus04 Hotch is my comfort character, maybe it’s because he takes care of others and I like that especially when I take care of people all the time, I’m like Cinderella in my house like no joke, if I don’t do it, nobody will ever do it. Anyway, I was wondering if you could do like an Aaron x Diabetic reader fic, as I have diabetes and it’s extremely difficult and exhausting and love to maybe see that with a comfort character of mine. Like Aaron does anything and everything he can to understand the reader and the illness, like when the reader sugar is high or maybe low, taking care of doctor’s appointments, medication drop off, just putting effort in I just want to read something that could comfort me in that way because it’s exhausting being a diabetic and having no one bother to care about it or put effort in, I’m alone essentially - I really hope you like this babe! I did my best!

Aaron Hotchner x Diabetic! Fem Reader

Angst/Fluff

Word count: 1709

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, some explicit language, reader has type 1 diabetes, mention of doctors and appointments, mention of medication/insulin management, no use of y/n, Fem reader, reader has no physical description – other than being a diabetic and having an insulin pump (worn tucked into their waistband or pocket) and an administration site located on their leg (there is mention of a site failure and relocation) as well as a sensor worn on the arm, reader is mentioned to work as well as being active in college courses (not full time), Hotch cares a lot, use of pet names, I think that’s everything – let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

You were the type of person who couldn’t bear the thought of burdening others. As exhausting as it was, constantly doing things on your own and taking care of others, you did so without complaint because things needed to get done. It would be much easier to just do them as opposed to putting it on someone else, or worse, adding weight to their shoulders.

This growing sense of solitude grew when you began dating Aaron. It wasn’t that he made you feel alone, actually it was quite the opposite! Aaron was always reassuring you that he was by your side through it all, especially as your relationship progressed. But as things intensified, you couldn’t help but notice the sag in his shoulders, bags under his eyes, and the air of weariness he exuded. Aaron had an extremely difficult job, one that had taken far too much from him, so who were you to make his life any more difficult than it already was.

You did everything in your power to hide things from Aaron – just to keep from filling his plate with anymore worry. You would suffer in silence through the highs and lows of your mental health, the business from working full time and taking classes at the local college…and even more so, your physical health.

You had kept the fact that you had type one diabetes a secret from Aaron…not because you were embarrassed or because you didn’t trust him, it was simply because you knew he’d make it his mission to ensure that you were taken care of, ahead of everything else.

But that was the problem with dating a profiler. Aaron could see through the façade that were your replies of “things are good!” “I’m great.” “Classes are going well.” “I feel fine, just a little tired.” Aaron knew that there was something deeper, looming under the surface, something you weren’t telling him. So, two months into dating you’d had to come clean.

“Sweetheart, I know something is wrong. I just wish you’d tell me so I can help you.” He’d beg.

“Aaron everything is fine I pro-”

“Please don’t say everything is fine…honey, you were basically lethargic the other day when we facetimed, and I was so worried about you.”

“I’m diabetic Aaron. That’s what was wrong. My sugar was low. But everything is fine.” You explained.

After that, Aaron made sure to keep a closer eye on you. Not so much that you’d feel suffocated or like he was babying you, but enough that he could tell if your sugar was too high or too low. Once Aaron found out you had type one diabetes, he dove into late night research sessions on what all your condition entails, how to best manage your insulin, what an appropriate level looks like, how to calculate your carb intake so the proper amount of insulin is being administered as well as how to change your site and how to use the pump.

The change in his behavior was subtle…but noticeable. Aaron started keeping small snacks or juice with him in the case of a sugar low, he also started checking in on you more frequently. When you moved in, the changes became far more obvious, Aaron was doing so much around the house – always doing the dishes, taking the trash out with him on his way to work, doing laundry on the weekends, setting up deliveries for your groceries. It was overwhelming to have someone this attentive.

“Aaron, I can do this!” You giggled as his arms snuck around you, pulling the vacuum from your grasp.

“I know you can sweetheart, but you don’t have to. I will.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, encouraging you to go sit.

His overprotective nature didn’t surface until he witnessed a pretty intense low.

The morning had started off normal, you’d skipped out on breakfast, which wasn’t unusual. You’d completed an assignment for school and taken your dog on a walk when you started to feel off. It had been a little bit warm outside, but with the way you were sweating, you knew that wasn’t it.

You managed to get back home, but not without feeling lightheaded. You reached down to unclip the dog’s leash, and that’s when Aaron caught it, your hands were shaking, so much so that you were struggling to open the clasp.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“I uh, I feel a little…” You pressed the back of your hand to your forehead and with the other, steadied yourself on the entry table. “Can you – would you grab me some…some juice?”

“Yeah, honey why don’t you sit down.” Aaron quickly went to the kitchen and poured a glass of juice.

Aaron watched you insistently as you sipped the juice. He reached over to check your phone, to see if your numbers were starting to regulate. Taking note of the number beginning to rise, he sat next to you and rubbed soothing circles on your spine.

“Honey, did you eat breakfast this morning?” Aaron inquired.

“No, but I never eat breakfast Aar. When I do, my numbers usually end up to high and then I feel sick all day.” You huffed.

“Okay, we will figure it out. Maybe we should schedule an appointment with your doctor.” He suggested.

“It’s always been like this, it’s okay really.”

“I’ll schedule an appointment for you sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your temple.

Aaron was far more attentive with your illness, going with you to your doctor’s appointments, asking them how to avoid highs and lows, figuring out the best way to manage your insulin. He also began to monitor your medication, making sure you never ran out and that the pharmacy was processing your refills, when they got low.

This day was not going the way you had hoped. Things had been super overwhelming, you had finals coming up for your classes and work had been particularly busy, truthfully you were exhausted. You’d been nauseas all day, your numbers elevated, despite your best efforts to lower them.

You had taken a break from studying to change the laundry when you heard Aaron get home.

“Hey baby!” Aaron pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hi hon.” You mumbled.

Aaron knew you had been stressed out about school and work, you had put your finals dates on your shared calendar, and he figured that was taking its toll on you.

“Why don’t I make us some dinner? I can grill up some chicken?” He posed.

“Yeah, that sounds good. I can steam some broccoli to go with it.” You suggested.

“Perfect!” Aaron left you with a peck.

You’d finished up with the laundry and went to the kitchen, pulling out a water bottle from the fridge while you got started prepping the veggies.

Aaron glanced at you through the sliding door, he had noticed there were quite a few water bottles and cups scattered around the apartment, more than usual. He couldn’t help the bit of concern that crept in – you’d previously mentioned sugar highs sometimes came with unbearable thirst.

“Sweetheart, have you checked your number recently?” He asked.

“Yes, it’s been a little elevated today.”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, a little nauseous but I’m fine.”

The two of you sat and ate dinner while talking about your days. You told Aaron about a new project at work and how you were more than ready for your finals to be over. He shared that he had consulted on a few cases today with some law enforcement from other states – hopefully they wouldn’t get called away this weekend.

After dinner you’d excused yourself to the restroom and Aaron cleared up the table, placing the leftovers in the fridge. He made his way to your shared bedroom and softly knocked on the bathroom door.

“Baby, is everything okay?”

“Aar, I’m fine.” You sighed.

“Would you let me in? Maybe I can help.” He offered.

“I don’t need help – Shit!” You hissed.

With that Aaron let himself in the bathroom, worried that you were hurt.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think there’s something wrong with my site.” You were fiddling with the site attached to your leg.

“Honey, why don’t we change it out, I can help.” Aaron moved to grab everything you’d need for your new site. “Is your sensor good still?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, go lay on the bed.” He commanded gently.

You went to lay on the bed, sliding your sweats off, carefully moving your pump to lay beside you on the bed. Aaron made his way over to you with the new injection set. He assisted you in removing the old one and placing the new one, taking note of the needle being bent slightly.

“Sweetheart, I think this is why you’ve been high all day. Your insulin wasn’t injecting properly.”

“Ugh. Stupid thing! Let’s just put in the new one so I can get this all sorted out.” You stressed.

You had tears in your eyes. Not from the pain of the needle entering your skin, or the sick feeling you’ve endured all day…but from the fact that you don’t get to have a normal day that’s carefree. Aaron has taken so much off your plate by being especially helpful with day-to-day things, but this feels like too much and you feel so alone in your illness.

“Alright honey, you’re all set.” Aaron began cleaning up all the trash from the new injection set.

“Thank you.”

“Hey sweetheart…” Aaron began. “I know that I will never be able to fully understand, but I want you to know that I’m here for you. I want to help you in anyway I can, whether it’s changing your site for you, doing the dishes after a long day, or even just to give you a hug.”

Your tears were falling freely at his confession. You had never felt so seen, so weightless, so supported. You let your head fall back and your shoulders finally relaxed.

 “I love you so much. You have no idea how much that means to me Aaron.” You wrapped your arms around his middle.

“I love you too sweet girl.” Aarons arms enveloped you as his lips connect with your forehead.

[projectorthus]

Fun fact about this image, my brother edited the original screencap to have Charles thinking of bullion? It might have been his boyfriend who did the editing. It was one of them, I know that

Anyways he would send me that picture CONSTANTLY in response to my texts. I want to know when he's going to be at school? Charles with the bullion. I want to check in on timing? Charles with the bullion.

So now it's set to his profile picture and his name on my phone is "professor bullion"

Thank you OP for jumpscaring me with professor bullion

Redraw of the scene under the cut lol

[charlie-bonkerz]

cowboy johnny cade ☀️🏜️🥃

design by @nutsackx

did a little improvising with the poncho, also i did it on paper and edited it a little on my phone so thats why it looks weird 💔💔 the colors dont translate to my phone well

it looks kinda butt but i decided to post it anyways because i would have felt like it was a waste

anyways i really love these designs, i might do dallas as well if im up to it 💕 i hope i did him justice i love him and this artist so bad

ok yap fest over bye ily guys

[thatliftgirl]

B0osting update #3!

Ok so first of all, there will be no haul this weekend bc I extended the semester and I got exams this upcoming week (,:

Anyway:

On P0shmark I just sold my first clothing items today- a cashmere sweater for a profit of $85 and another sweater for $20 profit. I’ll be shipping those tomorrow.

As for èbày- holy shit you guys it’s insane! I’m actually shutting it down for a little while because I can’t keep up with the orders. Today I had to pack and ship 12 packages (I failed, I only got five out lol) and I got I believe 7 or 8 new orders today. Total profit of $750 on makeup alone.

When it comes to what sells, I’ve noticed a few patterns but I haven’t sold quite enough yet to be sure they’re consistent. I originally only listed eyeshadow palettes and a few other things here and there because I assumed most people wouldn’t want the other stuff bc it’s harder to return and to know if it’s your color. But it turns out, lip stuff sells really well- and not the Dior stuff either, it’s mostly the mid-range brands because people want those anyway and if your listing is the lowest price, they go for it. My top lip sales have been Laura Mercier and Ole Henriksen.

Also, I originally thought that I could put the ideal price as the buy it now price and just turn offers on and I’d get all the business I would get if it were a lower buy it now price- but it turns out a lot of people are actually pretty shy (lol me too) and they simply won’t make an offer no matter what, so I’ve lowered some prices for the socially anxious folks and those listings sold.

Now moving on to the shadows and palettes- most of my sales have been one or two items, but surprisingly I’ve had buyers who bought 8 or 9 items, usually palettes, at once. One poor girl begged me to hold onto stuff for her until she gets her paycheck, which made me feel kinda bad because girl why are you spending your obviously very little money on makeup?? But hey maybe she’s in high school or smth, idk. At first I assumed they were reselling (which, I mean, I can’t really complain cause I got it for free 🤷‍♀️), but it kind of seems like they’re just foreigners in big cities trying to look rich lol. Each time it’s a Chinese name and it’s from nice areas of L.A. Idk I could be wrong, but I think some people just want a lot of makeup I guess. Anyway, my most popular items were rare or limited edition (I didn’t even know they were but thankfully èbay told me haha). Dior limited editions went super fast for $75 each, and people LOVE YSL stuff but only in the common colors, they don’t want couture clutches in the less popular colors. I learned I have to price rarer colors for less sometimes, not more, because people search for the shade they want. All my Pat McGrath and Anastasia palettes have sold. I have a ton of Dior and Lancôme and Clinique in stock as you guys know- like probably at least 30 palettes from each brand. Quite a few Dior palettes have sold, but not a single Lancôme or Clinique product has- except for one individual eye shadow shade from Lancôme- no matter how low the price. We’ll see if that keeps up. Surprisingly again, Dior lip products and blush are simply not popular.

I’ve been packing them really nicely and throwing in a nail polish in each one and a lip balm in the big orders, but nothing has arrived at its destination yet so I’m just hoping I get good reviews! Also like an idiot I lied about my age on eBay so I’m scared my money will go out the window because it’s on hold while they verify my SSN.. I really hope not /:

Oh and I did start an èbay for my clothes, but I just listed six things to kind of gauge how it goes. So far I just got one comment on an item asking for measurements, but idk how to take those (,: same thing happened on p0shmark- if anybody knows pls help a girl out and hmu 🥲

That’s all I’ve got, and of course these are just my observations, they might not be completely accurate since I’m just starting out, but I’m hoping these updates will be helpful for some of you thinking of b0osting on these platforms. If anyone has any questions, just wants to chat, or wants me to nab smth for them even- hmu, I’m always happy to chat (:

[theresattrpgforthat]

i want to go treasure hunting with maps n traps. any recs?

THEME: Maps, Traps & Treasure.

Hello friend, you seem to be in the market for a dungeon game. I have good news for you: there are many dungeon games!

For most OSR games, the book might come with some rules on how to make your own dungeon, rather than coming with pre-written maps. If you don’t want to create your own dungeon, there are oodles of pre-written dungeons that should be pretty easily convertible for whatever OSR game you choose to play. I’ll list a few below!

Dungeoneering, by Grinning Rat.

DUNGEONEERING is a quick-and-dirty tabletop role-playing game where players explore dungeons, gather treasure, and fight monsters. Game Masters are encouraged to use the sample dungeon within, or generate their own with the creation tools, to facilitate these dangerous delves.

Dungeoneering feels like a quick one-shot type experience about gathering as much loot as you can inside a dungeon run. The amount of treasure you gather is also a measure of how well you did - a “score”, if you will. The game states that it is best built for exactly 4 players, each with a different character class and skill-set. For the dungeon master, the game has instructions on how to build a dungeon, complete with roll-tables for dungeon types and layout. You’ll probably do well enough with a grid map and some markers, although the creators of the game have a few supplements available: Catalysts, which expands character options and Wanderers which not only provide two new roles, but also gives you more dungeon options and loot.

Errant, by Kill Jester.

You have no home. You have no job. You have no friends. You have no family. You have no prospects.

What you do have are a handful of pennies, a blithe disregard for your own life, and a particular set of skills. The kind of skills that make respectable folks avoid you. 

Out there, beyond civilization, lies danger: monsters and magic and  ancient ruins pregnant with treasure. Death is likely, but what did you  have to live for anyway? At least out there is the chance to make  something of yourself, and maybe even get back at those who wronged you. This is no life for decent folk, but you’re not decent folk. You are an Errant.

What is Errant? Errant is a classic fantasy role-playing game in the vein of the first few editions of that role-playing game and its many imitators and descendants such as Knave, Into the Odd, and The Black Hack. It is freely compatible with material for all those games as well as the newest edition of that role-playing game, with conversion guides provided within.

With over 200 pages of rules, Errant provides detailed instructions for all kinds of things that could happen in play: travel, magic retainers, exploration, combat, and more. The players will create a map as they play, filling it in according to what they understand - and importantly, not necessarily accurately. The GM’s map may have many more secrets or truths that the characters will likely have to work to discover.

Errant happens over the course of different kinds of turns, which have a different procedure depending on what is happening in the game. There is a process for Exploration, for Combat, and for Downtime, which might provide you with the structure to move from one part of the story to the next… but it also might be a bit slower than the kind of game you’re looking for.

If you want content for Errant, it’s certainly out there! Kill Jester has an adventure called Tomb Robbers of the Crystal Frontier, as well as a module called The Curse of the Ganshogger, to get you started.

Crowns, by Ward Against Evil.

Humanity hides in sheltered villages. Monsters prowl the wilderness.  You are the few foolish enough to leave safety. Find your fortunes in the dungeon. And try not to die.

Crowns is a simple enough dungeon system with advancement tied to the amount of gold you acquire - so I think it meets the treasure requirement for sure! There are very specific rules for line of sight, doors, lighting, and creating your own openings in the cracks and nooks of the dungeon, which can help make the dungeon feel alive and exciting - although definitely not safe.

As is typical in the OSR style, you won’t find a fully fleshed out dungeon in the rules, although you will find rules on how to make your own. If you want some extra bits to play with, Crowns does have some interesting supplements, such as Season of Crows, a war-based expansion event, and Armies of Man, a bestiary that looks like it works rather well with Season of Crows.

Crawlr: Basic, by BLK Feather Press.

From the Black Sludge seeping from the lip of the Primordial Cauldron crawls the descendants of dead men. YOU are born from that sludge, and when you die, you shall return to the sludge.

CRAWLR is a table-top role-playing game where you and your friends take on the role of adventurers, cutthroats, profiteers, and even heroes all in the collective imagination of your minds. All you need is pen, paper, and 2d6.

Crawlr: Basic is rather lightweight, but it has rules for changing the dungeon as you go, and a neat little mechanic for timing how long a torch lasts, which might heighten the danger of the dungeon. It also has a table for creatures’ reactions upon stumbling upon you, and a d66 table for useful items that you might pick up. When it comes to traps, I think you might have to get ideas from other modules, but the creator looks like they might be releasing an “Advanced” version in the future.

You can also get blank monster cards and character sheets for free!

.dungeon remastered, by snow.

Welcome to the ruins of Annwn. The once populated hills of this massively multiplayer online game are now void. They call it a Dead MMO. A polygonal mess of PS1-era graphics, empty plains, and dungeons that grow and grow and grow from the inside of the planet's wounds. Up above, the eye of the sad god glares its chromatic light down upon the remaining players, while its tormented hand contorts into magical shapes, rarely crossing paths in their messy orbit. When they do, the shadow magic that powers the game explodes with its ancient might.

In .dungeon, you play through character creation as if it was a game of its own, with each step formatted like the room of a dungeon. You generate the world using dice rolls, while the game itself is played using a hex map. You can run an adventure like a hex crawl, which generates interesting encounters and scenery every time your characters move to a new hex. You can use elements from the book to generate a hex crawl, but it looks like there’s also a “tutorial” level that your characters will encounter directly after character creation.

.dungeon is also fantasy-ish: it takes place in a video game, so your adventurers are likely to run into a few places or things that have something a bit more sci-fi in nature. I think that overall, the layout of this book makes the game easier for the group to learn how to all play at the same time, which might be good for a GM who wants to spread the responsibility of game knowledge a bit more evenly. I’m not entirely sure how a hex-crawl would map onto a dungeon, but I think that a lot of the vibes carry across.

Slash Hex, by Danielaurence

Slash Hex is an adventure role-playing game in which players will use their creativity and imaginations to explore a wild and dangerous world, hunting for treasure, defeating monsters, and engaging in other mostly heroic exploits.

This game is heavily inspired by giants that have come before, most notably in name by the /X side of the original B/X books, but also Basic Fantasy, Knave, White Box, and The Black Hack.

While it is inspired by the aforementioned games, Slash Hex has morphed into something that has a footprint of its own, while still remaining largely compatible with classic modules.

What I think Slash/Hex has going for it is the list of fantasy monsters - typical monsters, but there’s a lot of them - as well as the well-detailed list of magic items that you can pick up and use while exploring a dungeon. Most of the focus of this game is on character abilities, so if you want a more unique character, you might like this game. The downside is that the game as it is has little to no advice on how to create a dungeon; I’m thinking that perhaps the creator is relying on you to find other established dungeon modules and use their rules to run through those.

Dungeon Crawl Classics, by Goodman Games.

You’re no hero. You’re an adventurer: a reaver, a cutpurse, a heathen-slayer, a tight-lipped warlock guarding long-dead secrets. You seek gold and glory, winning it with sword and spell, caked in the blood and filth of the weak, the dark, the demons, and the vanquished. There are treasures to be won deep underneath, and you shall have them. 

Return to the glory days of fantasy with the Dungeon Crawl Classics Role-Playing Game. Adventure as 1974 intended, with modern rules grounded in the origins of sword & sorcery. Fast play, cryptic secrets, and a mysterious past await you: turn the page…

DCC RPG is a fast-paced, open-feeling rules set allowing for epic game experiences without unnecessary tethers. It uses modern game-play while paying homage to the origins of role-playing and the fun that it inspired.

Dungeon Crawl Classics is one of the largest, most popular OSR titles, with more than just fantasy up its sleeve. You can find the same rule-set in its sister products, such as Mutant Crawl Classics (post-apocalyptic), or X Crawl Classics (dystopian fantasy). There’s also oodles of content built for this rule-set, which will give you a story or adventure ready to run right out of the box. This is traditional dungeon-crawling, complete with treasure as a reward, and plenty of puzzles and traps to work through.

You can get the free Quickstart rules here, and I’ve heard that the fanbase and creative community is also very supportive!

Some dungeon modules to consider include:

White Scales, by 1pagedungeons, which introduces a low-level dragon.

The Valley of Flowers, by Phantom Mill, which was Ennie-nominated this year!

Trouble in the Gladden Brook Reservoir, by AoSmiles, a short tri-fold adventure about a body of water that refines crude magic.

Candleberry Jam by GLASS/CUTTER, a murder mystery on a sleepy island!

Other Notes….

You might also like Cairn, by Yochai Gal, which has a 1st and a 2nd edition, both of which are free. There are many many supplements for this game, and it often matches well with Into the Odd adventures as well.

I’ve also talked about Sojourn in the past, as a dungeon-crawling game with some solid high-ranking reviews.

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Those aren’t really Eddie’s can of worms to open. Otherwise, he shares everything else. What they are. Where it comes from. Their theories. The danger they’re in. All of it. 

Sophia sits and listens. She sort of folds in on herself, clearly uncomfortable. Buck understands. It must be rather disconcerting to hear this about your family, about something that might be living in your genes. She tears up at one point, looking at the floor. 

“Why did neither of you come to me for help?” She demands. “I mean, seriously. Adriana, you scared the shit out of us. And, Eddie, what was your plan? Hide forever? Never see me again?”

“You don’t understand,” Adriana grumbles. 

“No, clearly I don’t!” Sophia agrees angrily. “I mean, was no one even going to warn me? What if it happened to me! Aren’t we stronger together?”

“I think it’s part of it,” Buck interrupts. 

Everyone turns to look at him. He hasn’t piped up once since Eddie started. But he feels it is necessary now. To defend Eddie, if not also Adriana. 

“What do you mean?” Sophia asks.

Buck sighs. “I think it… It’s drawing on insecurity right? On panic and fear?” 

Adriana and Eddie nod mutely. 

“Right, okay, so I don’t think they thought they could,” Buck says. “Eddie wouldn’t have told me if I didn’t find him after.”

“It’s true,” Eddie mumbles. “I thought I should be alone and just… Rot. I don’t know.”

Sophia sighs. She drops her face into her hands for a moment, clearly overwhelmed.

“This is a lot,” she groans. “I’m sorry, I’m not… I should be handling… It’s just a lot.”

“It’s not even everything,” Adriana admits. “Eddie’s protecting me.”

“What?” Sophia demands. “What else? What else could there possibly be?”

Adriana blushes. “Uh… So… So I killed some people.”

Sophia makes a choked noise. “What?” 

Adriana takes a deep breath and explains herself. It’s the first time Buck is hearing it properly, too. He’d run with Eddie’s theory. Trusted him. Then, when he saw Adriana shove Eddie into a lake, he’d kind of developed a less than favorable opinion of her. Maybe the killing wasn’t totally out of her control, if this is how she is. Then she explains. And Buck realizes Eddie was on the money. 

She talks about fleeing to a familiar park where she used to camp, knowing it was a place she could navigate and survive, all while avoiding people. All while being alone. She talks about meeting people anyway. Panicking, thinking that they’d seen her. Discovering the hypnosis her panic brought. 

“A lot of times,” Adriana explains, “it was nice. People were nice. I helped them if they were lost. Or couldn’t build a fire. I felt less lonely. But then… Then sometimes I would run into men who just wanted. And that… Well, sometimes I wanted it, too. But lots of times I didn’t. And… Some of them.”

“You don’t have to go into detail,” Eddie tells her. “It’s okay.”

She nods, clears her throat.

“Uh, anyway. Mostly it was to keep them off of me. Other times, it was… If we went further and they saw… Uh, when they’d see me.”

“See you?” Eddie asks. “The tail?”

“Tail,” Sophia repeats. “Not gonna get used to that.”

“No,” Adriana shakes her head.

And Buck realizes they’re in trouble. Eddie’s in trouble. 

“Not my tail,” she says. “My back.”

And Buck thinks he watches the soul leave Eddie’s body.

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“Your back?” Eddie asks. “What about your back?”

Why would she bring up her back? She always had a seemingly normal back. So if it… If it’s changed… Then… 

Buck and Adriana exchange a nervous glance. 

“No, no, no,” Eddie says, hopping up off the bed and pointing at them. “What’s that? What’s that look?”

“What’s happening?” Sophia asks.

“Eddie, maybe we should talk, just you and I,” Buck says. “About this.”

“Come on, tell me,” Eddie demands.

“Listen to your annoying boyfriend,” Adriana whispers to him.

“Uh, excuse me?” Buck asks. “I’m the annoying one?”

“Mmm…” Adriana scrunches her mouth. “Yeah.”

“STOP!” Eddie begs. “What about your back, Adriana?”

“I can show you,” she says. “But Buck and Soph should leave the room. In case they try to kill me.”

Eddie looks at them.

“I’m your sister!” Sophia protests.

[donnieisonfire]

Dan from Law,

Phil from Media & Editing

is that how it goes? it’s been so long i forgor…

hey poo poos. its been a while, huh…i know, i know, i said i’d publish this the FIRST OF DECEMBER…but ya boy was a bit busy, gimme a breaaaak. anyways…here with a longer chapter to make up for it. enjoy. no smut. just a buncha gay boys and angst. as usual, tags under the cut :3

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Basically just fluff, a bit of angst. Mentions of Dan being outted, Dan having a sliiight panic attack?, Phil is allergic asf to cats, ADORABLE CAAATTTSSS, enjoy poo poos xox

Dan and Phil had exchanged numbers after around 30 minutes of talking on Grindr. Dan was just managing to wrap his head around the fact that fucking Phil was some variation of queer. Then, Phil proposed they meet up. For a date. Phil wanted Dan. Whether it was romantic or platonic, Dan was never going to reject that.

It was around midday by now, a little too late to go to a café because of the daylight savings, so they arranged to meet somewhere called ‘La Chat’. It was some French cat café, something that Dan couldn’t afford, but he’d be damned if he didn’t dig into his savings for this “date” with Phil. This might be his only opportunity.

Phil had been texting Dan about how he’d “have to slam back 10 antihistamines" because he’s allergic, but that he didn't mind because he would "rather die than not visit a cat café at all possible opportunities.’’

So, Phil was taking Dan out on yet another coffee date, and he didn't care about the fact that he was going to be sniffling the entire time. And goddamnit, Dan didn’t care either.

The next day, Dan woke up, showered, put on his ugliest knitted sweater as he thought it would beautifully fit the theme (it did) and some fuck ass jeans that most definitely didn’t fit him but were the only pair on his floor that weren’t, like, completely dirty, and then drove towards the cafe.

When he was in the shower earlier that same morning, he had debated not straightening his hair but leaving it, keeping it natural. That’s what his mother always used to say, ‘Girls want you naturally, Daniel’, but he quickly shot down the idea. What did his mother know? Anyway, no girl ever wanted him, naturally or not, so he decided on straightening his hair down. It was all he knew, after all.

His heart was pounding the entire time while he drove, his head a mess and his forehead just a ‘tiny’ bit sweaty, which only helped to slick his hair down to be even more pinstraight, even if it looked a little unnatural.

Maybe, in Dan’s dream world, when Phil and him had been together for a few months, he would let him see his hair. The way it looked just so shockingly different curled, how his fringe looked shorter when he didn’t use his shitty poundland-fake version of a GHD straightener to burn his hair to a crisp. Maybe, if Phil didn’t up and leave after a week or so of Daniel’s messed up self -- his self esteem issues, his bi-weekly existential crises’, his problems with procrastination despite his perfectionist mindset -- maybe he’d let Phil in. Maybe, just maybe, he’d let Phil see him, the imperfection of his hair caused by the years of heat damage.

Possibly.

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Dan’s shitty ford fiesta slows down to a stop a few feet away from ‘La Chat’. Well, where maps said it was anyway. Dan had never come down this part of London, this was the ‘fancier’ part of London. It wasn’t ever really in Dan’s price range, and it was about a 20 minute diversion from the only route he went out in his car (his commute to work), so he had never seen the street the cafe was down, didn’t even recognise the name of the street, let alone know his own way to the cafe.

Dan was apprehensive to get out of his car, and, momentarily, he felt trapped. Trapped within a 1.1 tonne lump of pissing metal. Trapped within a moving death machine, but it felt safe. Safer than going outside, safer than going into that cafe. Safer than the possibility that Phil would stand him up. Safer than the fact this might’ve all been a lie, that the same thing that happened in Wokingham when he was 17 would repeat, that everyone would find he’s…whatever he is, gay, queer, it didn’t matter. He wanted to keep this a secret, a thing he would keep locked away until the guilt of it all was overpowered by stupid lust, until he didn’t care. But Phil, the mere idea of Phil, made that guilt slowly dissipate.

He took a large breath and refused to let it leave until he stepped out the car. After about 4 seconds, he climbed his awkwardly lanky body out of his shitty fiesta and he exhaled. It would be okay. Phil seemed nice, the idea of Phil and coffee seemed concrete, correct. In his mind, if Phil really wanted to stand him up, then he would pick somewhere shittier, - a bar, possibly - a place Phil wouldn’t regularly go to, not a cafe. Dan didn’t know a lot about Phil, but he knew he liked - loved - coffee.

Dan took a few steps, then he saw one of those foldable chalkboards with a ginger cat drawn in chalk with ‘’Sandwich + Milkshake for £12 every Tuesday, 4-6’’ next to it, written in blue chalk.

And then, without even having to look up and see the ‘Le Chat’ sign above the cafe and its large windows, he knew he was in the correct place. Expensive food, expensive drinks, shitty deals.

He looks up, still at least 5 steps from the door. His heart pounded even harder than it already was, from leaving the safe confines of his car, when he saw Phil in one of the booth’s near the window. He intently watched Phil for a few moments, watching – studying – what he did when he was alone.

Phil stood up inside the cafe, walking towards the male bathrooms. Dan watched him sneeze once, then again, then bump into a tall woman, wearing the ‘La Chat’ uniform, with a sandwich in her arms on a plate. The woman proceeded to drop the plate and Phil was apologising, while he continued to sneeze. A cat jumped atop of his table, poking its paw innocently in his cup, getting cat hair all in his coffee.

The whole scene was chaotic, yet it calmed Dan’s nerves as he stepped closer to the cafe. Chaos was regular for Dan, calmed him, made the world feel a bit more real, less worrying. Phil might be able to possibly size up to how chaotic he was. Possibly. Probably not, but possibly.

Dan watches as Phil stumbles off to the bathroom. He walks into the Cafe, hearing a little dingle above him from a bell attached to the door. No one looks over, relievingly. Except a waitress, the same waitress that Phil had knocked over.

‘’Hello. Do you need a seat?’’ She says. Dan shakes his head, ‘’No, I’m meeting someone. They’re already here. Thanks.’’ Dan internally cringed and slapped himself for saying ‘They’re’ instead of ‘he’s’. He was trying to get over the embarrassment of being gay, or whatever he was, and fixing small bits in how he spoke was a step in that direction; it just wasn’t that easy. At all.

The woman nods and walks into the back of the kitchen, presumably to ring in another sandwich to replace the one Phil had made her drop. Dan walks towards the booth that Phil `had been sitting at. There was a ginger cat on the table, splayed out, belly-up to the ceiling.

“God, I’d love to be a cat for a day.” A familiar voice spoke behind him as he sat down at the booth. He turned his head to his left, and there was Phil. Dan flashes Phil his most ‘I didn’t nearly cry in the car over here’ smile, which ended up being an awkward smile, but it got his whole ‘I’m happy to be here’ idea across, which was what he wanted.

[mayriecate]

Did not expect this post to gain so much traction? Anyway I had two questions asked: what does roach back look like, and what was 'roach' supposed to mean when not talking about conformation.

@dykeofalltrades @whywishesarehorses Unfortunately, most of the diagrams I have for conformation's sake come from a 1970's book about Morgan horse judging, or my childhood edition of a complete horse care guide. So barring that, I decided to look up a more contemporary book about conformation, so thank you for that!

This excerpt comes from The Horse Conformation Handbook, by Heather Smith Thomas, and has a copyright of 2005. It was the most updated book I found. Unfortunately it has no diagrams for the back, which I thought was odd, but here is what Thomas says about roach back:

I also did find a book called The Thoroughbred Horse: Origin, Distribution, Breeding, Conformation, Uses by Joseph A. Estes. Internet Archive says that the publication date is 2007, and isn't letting me see a publishing page on the book, and I doubt it is from this century. But it has a pretty clean diagram.

Afterwards, I did a search up and found an article by Horse Illustrated that actually called roach back a form of scoliosis?

Here are some drawings/contemporary photographs of what I would definitely call roach back for anyone wondering:

And finally, @roguerinzler, this is what people were talking about about when they describe their horse as roached or give their horse a roaching: they just cut off the mane! Usually leaving the bangs intact.

Thanks for coming to the ted talk everybody.

Also if anybody knows of a contemporary or newer book of conformation with diagrams, please let me know. I need to update my library so bad and also additions to this post would be so great.

My toxic equestrian trait is looking over so many conformation diagrams as a kid and an adult, that when people use the term 'roach' as a descriptor for a horse, I automatically go 'ah, a roach-backed horse, obviously. A horse who does not have a correct arching back for which to place a rider and or saddle. A horse whose spinal curvature projects outward towards the loin. A roached back indicates spinal irregularity, which could lead to muscle loss, limited movement, and chronic soreness.'