#but i'd be happy with any interaction

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

sorry for the disgusting handwriting Gojo: Yoo, guess who's back

Gojo: Oh! Just what I needed Gojo: Perfect (Let's see... Where is the next pastry shop?)

Itadori: Not even a hello?

Shoko: I'm not surprised

[moongazeonastarfillednight]

The Terror: When, How, Where - Part 4

I have done it. Here's the Summary of my last 3 parts (to which you can refer to to enjoy the full meltdown I had making this

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3)

Full Powerpoint can be found Here

I fully recommend checking out the powerpoint because damn... I worked hard for it :')

Full Map can be found Here (EDIT: Link now repaired)

EDIT: Reference for death count Here by Tumblruser Hangingfire

EDIT: For all your "figuring out when it's total night in the Arctic" needs Here

[widowshill]

the people aren't ready to hear this but angelique arbitrarily picking quentin to decide to be in love with out of nowhere, bewitching roger into marriage and then absolutely not wanting him to touch her, and constantly pursuing men's (chiefly barn's) attention only when it's clear he doesn't want her, is soooo comp het of her.

[red-moon-at-night]

Shoelaces

I'm doing an art trade with the wonderful @tokyogruel and this is my piece for them!

They wanted "haruka and mikoto interacting Brothers style" and my mind immediately went to this... T2 art makes me want to sit them both down and sort their fucking shoes out!! but for now. at least One of them will no longer trip over 💜 nature is healing guys

[pomniegranate]

𝔸𝕊𝕊𝔸𝕊𝕊𝕀ℕ 𝔸𝕌

Name/Alias: Pomni / Kaleidoscope

Age: 25

Occupation: Cipher

Further Information: [REDACTED.]

She was discovered at a traveling circus that she had joined after her parents died, not having any other family members or friends to rely on. So the circus became her new home and she learned many skills through her time performing and perfected it. And one day during her acts, some people grew an interest in Pomni and essentially bought her to join their secret alliance and test what she was capable of. They needed someone with zero ties and no family in the off chances their suspicions were off about the potential of who they chose.

Pomni excelled in every task given. Her handle with sharp blades was something to be wary of. But she's rather cold and callous; her eyes shined with limited expectancy, her eyes always hung with gated judgement and strait-laced; a woman with nothing to lose and no attachments to emotion to hinder her from their field of work. She was perfect.

The travelling circus was a grounds to train potential new recruits to mold them into machines to join their secret organization of agents that ranged in talents, without their prior knowledge. It was obvious, in hindsight, however; everyone apart of the organization reeked of melancholic energy. Feed on the weak and create monsters out of them.

She accepted, without a single thought more to stew in doubt. There was no doubt within her hardened shell. An assassin, a cipher; skilled in her tactful art of precision with her hands and body. Very flexible, fast moving, silent. Her stamina was unparalleled and her words were little. Respect went a long way with her and only then would she grant more than silence.

An assassin needed to be perspective, quick on their feet and easy to manage situations under pressure; the circus did well to key in those factors for her. Almost catlike reflexes to her subtle steps and movements. She'd been the perfect creation for their cause. One that was still unknown about. Questions weren't what they needed, but someone who could understand and follow commands. She'd be the perfect fit.

Her eyes were pinwheels but to escape her identity ever coming undone, she bores contacts of a ruby and sapphire eye. Her hair was brunette, but the length varied. Bangs long enough at the sides to frame past her chin to her shoulders and hair braided down and in front past her rib cage.

She'd adopt the alias: Kaleidescope, or Kaleid for short. Her targets nor anyone else could know of or figure out who she was besides those who hired her - and it's better off that way; it was her greatest weakness, that and the true nature of her eyes that she kept hidden behind contacts.

Intel came in through a shoulder grab, a lean into her ear and a faint whisper. Kaleid needed to act and it was her time to shine. Her blades are sharp and holstered, hidden in many crevices throughout her body in case of a needed emergency. Foldable, retractable, long, short, you name it, she has it. And the venor to find who pissed off her hired heads begins.

[sysig]

Coming in to play! (Patreon)

[cannibalcreeps]

Again, this is asking a lot from Bethesda, and I wouldn't worry if they didn't consider or think of this.

But it would be so, absolutely so amazing if they had a sleazy scummy antagonistic Ghoul whose trying to take advantage of the fact that Lucy is naive and new to the world to oversell things, who doesnt affect the plot of the story but is a recurring character, possibly a merchant of type.

Just so we get a nice variety of Ghouls, as a fun treat.

[trashyandtiredsol]

sol. Sol. Sol. Sol. Sol.

SOL.

ilysm.

you are so friggin extraordinary.

never change.

you're amazing.

Kept trying to think of some paragraph long response to this but I'm absolutely shitty with words-

SO

Tam. The feeling is very mutual- for you and everyone I've talked to at some point since I've been on this hellsite we call Tumblr /affectionate

Talking with everyone on here, sharing my art with everyone- just existing with everyone on here and seeing what y'all create has turned into such a huge aspect of my life (especially my social life like- y'all ARE my social life at this point 😅)

Plus I'm fuckin so glad I decided to try out Tumblr when I did cuz it was around a sorta traditional point in my life (moving outta a toxic ass house and away from a toxic, isolated life and my ex supposed father figure). Coming on here and talking with you and everyone else brightens my day and I'm glad to be a part of everything :3

[ssaalexblake]

It is, objectively, super funny that the Trek fandom in general is sitting around hoping that STP ignores their faves and doesn’t try and involve them. I mean, it’s many other things as well, but it’s funny that I keep being recommended random posts of random people crossing their fingers hoping that their blorbos will be ignored, never be seen on screen, and therefore saved from anything from bad characterisation to death via stupid contrived avoidable circumstance. 

[infizero]

im going fucking crazy im going to bite someone’s head off kris and noelle deltarune making my brain fucking melt

[brooklynishere]

Okay so I just spent ages listening to the bit where Tian Zhixie introduces himself to work out exactly what the phrasing was for ‘Thousand-Faced Demon’ and I worked out it was qiān miàn mó - which does seem to translate as thousand faced demon (or just thousand faces) on google translate (so take it with a pinch of salt) As an alternative it also gave me Qiān miàn èmó, which comes up as “devil with a thousand faces” which I think might be a more accurate phrasing even though I can’t hear them say the è. BUT honestly that’s not even why I’m making this post, I’m making this post because the characters used for this are 千面魔 (or  千面惡魔 for the longer version) 千 is a thousand, fine 魔 is pretty commonly translated as demon/demonic from what I’ve seen (it’s the same mo from Mo Dao Zu Shi) 面 however, is a character I’m familiar with from Duolingo. And while it is used for face/aspect/side, the other translation? Noodle. Tian Zhixie: thousand noodle demon.

[gamebunny-advance]

Huwah~

I don't like that it's so difficult to find out who exactly has retweeted my posts.

I don't even get a notif if someone leaves a reply. I feel like that website is basically useless to me.

Edit: Resolved. I'm just a moron, but I'll keep this post up in case I forget how to do this again.

[prismaticsaltedink]

My pet snake enjoys being pet too, especially after she's eaten she likes me to pet her tummy there.

(The really unusual thing is she will pet herself there with her chin to show me what she wants, and I do it every time she asks so I guess I've been reenforcing/rewarding this behavior. She will stop directing me and relax when I pet her. She also pets ME sometimes too. She'll sit with her body in the crook of my arm and gently and repeatedly move her chin over my arm in the direction my short arm hairs flow, lift up and go back and do it again several times. I'm not sure if she enjoyed being pet and decided to try it for herself and liked it, or just enjoys the feeling of petting her human. She's very sweet, gentle, and cuddly. Does anyone else's snake do this? I've seen nothing like it posted anywhere by anyone else. She's a Western Hognose.)

[werewolfdog]

are you and M around the same age? are you "equals" at your job or is he your supervisor or anything like that? i don't wanna be presumptuous at all, but as someone who also gets affected by people caring about them and expressing that, i do wonder if it could be a situation where there could be a power dynamic. again, i don't mean to assume anything bad, it's just something people have had to tell me before, and i hope that it's safe for you to have those feelings, whatever they are :)

He's a fifteen years+ older full time program counsellor and we’re a part time program counsellor assistant, but our roles and responsibilities are fairly the same! I completely understand your concern, though, and I appreciate it a lot. ;; A bit ago, I could sense Sol had a concern similar to yours as well, but when I vented to them about how I felt it's wrong having these feelings and thoughts and I felt guilty + ashamed about them, Sol told me as long as the dynamic M and I have are comfortable and healthy for us, then what we have should be okay! But I think I'm in a safe position! I don't think he's the kind of person to hurt me in any form and degree, not after everything he had done for and said to me thus far.

[timidblues]

hi, just writing this quick little post that if you ever wanted to interact with me/send me a little something, you are more than welcome to <3 i'd be excited to start writing with any of you! i do apologize for not reblogging enough rp prompts or rp starters though, i'll try to do it more in the future! :]

[alexanderwales]

"I don't think I could have the relationship with you that you have with me," she said. She was very casual about it, and I was immediately on the defensive.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

She put the book she'd been reading down. "It's just, the way you've described it, and the vibe that I get, I don't think I could do it how you do it."

"I still don't know what that means," I said.

"You're always doing this like ... micro calculation thing," she said. "You weigh your words. You try to time things. You have never once called me up while I was at work, or asked me for something when it was inconvenient for me, and you check and double check that you're not being a nuisance."

"And ... that's bad?" I asked.

"No, I love that about you," she said. "It's very kind and considerate. I know that if I tell you I'm not in the mood to hang out, you'll apologize and not push it. If you suggest that we get pizza and I say I'd rather have Korean BBQ, you fold instantly and we get Korean BBQ. I like that. I get the things I want. But it seems like an exhausting way to deal with people."

"I want you to be happy," I said with a small voice.

"I am happy," she replied. "You're great. You remember when we first got together I was like 'hey, look, if you want pizza, we can get pizza, it's just not what I'm in the mood for', and you kept insisting that you didn't care, that you would rather have me follow my needs? And I just thought, 'you know, maybe I should just trust that's what they actually feel'. And it is, as far as I can tell. There's not some secret part of you that wants me to break your way."

"You think I'm ... a simpering coward?" I asked. Even as I said it, it felt too accusatory, the wrong thing to say in the situation.

"Whoa, no, not at all," she laughed. "I think you do all that stuff because ... I don't know, you want to? Because otherwise why would you do it? It's how you are with every aspect of your life, you're a tryhard. I mean you said to me that you wanted to reclaim the term. Your relationship with me is that you're a tryhard (affectionate)."

"And you're ... not?" I asked.

"I'm not that way with anyone," she replied. "You know why I hang out with you so much? It's 'cause I like you. Most days, I am very much in the mood for you, and if you ask for a meetup, I'll say yes, and if you don't ask for one, then I'll ask you first. And for you ..."

"What?" I asked.

"It's like ... you're keeping track," she said. "You want to make sure that you're not sending me more messages than I'm sending you. You're balancing social micro stuff that I don't pay attention to. You're consciously monitoring how much each of us has said and making sure it's the right number of words or whatever."

"It's really not about the number of words," I replied. "It's more ... making sure that social and emotional labor is equitable, that there's a good rhythm to the conversation. I don't think you'd get good results by tracking word count."

"But see, I don't do any of that," she said. "I talk because I feel like talking. I listen when you need to vent because I like you and it feels good to give you an outlet. I mean you are undoubtedly putting in a bunch of work, and for me, there's no work. That's all I meant, really."

"You've thought about it," I said.

"Oh, I'm just reading this book, and there are two characters like us in it, and I was like 'yes, exactly', and then 'that would not work for me'." She shrugged.

"And if I stopped 'putting in the work'?" I asked. "Would we still be ... friends?"

"See, I don't know," she said. "Because that's never who you've been. You're asking me if I would still be friends with you if you changed your personality and how we interact with each other. Maybe? Probably? Who knows? Maybe we'd be better friends somehow. Maybe we're just two basically compatible people, and every time you've ever worried about anything it would actually have been completely fine."

"Or maybe it's load-bearing," I said.

"Maybe!" she replied with a smile that slowly faded. "You okay?"

"I'm thinking," I said. I didn't know if I could verbalize what I was thinking in a way that would be palatable.

"Do you not like being this way with me?" she asked. "Because I have never asked you to. I've made my preferences known, but if you've been bending yourself into knots and feeling a burden, then ..."

"No," I said, because I knew it was what she wanted to hear. "No, I like the way things are between us."

"Good," she smiled. "I do too."