#but like rude to data mine me like that

[mana-sama-cult]

This quiz add feels targeted…

[medicinemane]

I'm very tired, I have to do everything around the house myself (as in, I keep having to turn the water off and on to the kitchen sink until I teach myself to install a new faucet, and negative cleaning gets done if I don't do it), and the money is in the hands of the third worst person in the whole family when it comes to money (the worst being my grandpa who is dead, and my grandma who blows all her money on overpriced jackets and other junk)

I'm very tired, I have to teach myself how to do everything, and I have almost literally no support in any way shape or form ever

I can't remember the last time anyone said they were proud of me... I don't actually know if anyone's ever used that word with me before. When I do something like get the trailer cleaned out or buy a house, frankly no one gives a fuck, except my grandma who gets mad

I haven't actually had a chance to see anyone that counts as a friend in like 15 years, and I mean even in high school everyone liked me but no one could be bothered to actually ever even talk outside school... so even back then it's not like I had anyone I was close with

I'm providing this version where I totally remove how I feel or how I view myself from the description and instead try to provide something close to an objective description of things

So if you wonder why I say what I say about myself, honestly I think it's pretty much all summed up here

[3liza]

tumblr live should not be this mysterious

the plug-n-play streaming package that Tumblr installed as "Tumblr Live" is a white label product from a company called Livebox (developed by the Meet Group, subsidary of Parshipmeet), who have a homepage riddled with spelling errors and purport to operate the dating apps Meet Me (formerly My Yearbook), Skout, Tagged, and Growlr, all of which appear to be identical except for Growlr, which is specifically for gay men. all of them are just dating apps with a livestreaming feature. i would venture a guess based on the architecture that Livebox is also powering Superlive, which is the only one of these I have any experience with. it's popular with camgirls outside of the USA, especially in countries where full nude camming is illegal.

i don't really understand what livestreaming has to do with dating apps and don't know anyone who uses these platforms for anything. i assume some of it is just sex work, some of it is just ad space, lots of data brokering, and judging by the performance issues the users complain about, possibly crypto mining(???).

looking through the app pages on the Play store shows the same reviews for every single one of them: app crashes constantly, bans are arbitrary, support is no help, the apps drain your phone battery suspiciously quickly, and there are about 20 bots for every real person profile. i dont know what the exact dates are because i cant see site analytics and dont know what the Live development schedule was, but it's interesting that the sudden increase in porn bot activity on tumblr seems to roughly overlap with the Tumblr Live development and implementation, at least from a tumblr user perspective.

i dont know where the strangers in the Tumblr Live bar are streaming from, in terms of what you would consider their "home network". im guessing, but it really looks to me like they are streaming on whatever familiar platform they've got an audience on, and then being split-streamed to Tumblr. i've been meaning to sit in one of the popular streams and check usernames of audiencemembers, because my guess is that most of the audience are not going to have accounts here either. many of the streamers ive checked do not have tumblr accounts. some of them have tumblr accounts, but most of those accounts appear perfunctory: only a few months old, completely impersonal reblogs from the trending tab (you know the type), instagram-type language and general aspirational influencer stuff, which absolutely does not exist on tumblr organically because this site does not have market share for sponsored products OR a userbase with disposable income, it's a waste of time for an instagram model type to post here.

i've tried to talk to these streamers once or twice about this stuff but didn't get anywhere, and it would be rude to press the issue. but that is probably the next step.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

128 of the angst prompts for the pAInter?

128) '"I need you, why do you always leave me?"

......

"Heyyyy."

"......."

"Suddenly you don't wanna talk? That's rude."

"Well so is turning my body into swiss cheese when you promised you wouldn't do that anymore." You huffed, sending a pointed glare at the sentient computer that sat behind a locked cage, before going back to checking the nearby drawers for data.

"Oh right.." Painter muttered awkwardly. "I was actually aiming for the Wall Dweller behind you, but the turrets like to pick and choose their targets sometimes...heheh."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Well..do ya feel better?"

"Hm..I guess it beats being eaten alive by one of those things. So...sure." You glanced back at him, giving him a tiny smile. "Thanks for trying."

"You're welcome."

Of course, you still had your..issues with the computer, considering that ever since he gained access to the Internal Defense System, your runs to the crystal have become more treacherous than ever before.

It was bad enough that you had to worry about wandering towards the wrong door, with him using HQ's voice to misguide you.

But now at any given moment, you could walking into a room with turrets sweeping the area, red lasers waiting to catch you in their line of sight before spraying you with bullets--while he taunted you over the speakers and whined whenever you managed to find the lever to shut them down.

You hated him at first, but after coming across his containment room, where his main body was hosted on an old computer, he swore that none of it was personal. He blamed Sebastian for hooking him up to the Navi-Path system and asking him to delay your mission for as long as possible, convinced that he could find another way out of this place.

Of course, you were still upset, and believed his actions were very much personal, especially when you've come so close to escaping with the crystal....only for music, of all things, to cause your gear to detonate.

Maybe he was a reluctant accomplice of his, but why should you care?

Why waste time talking to someone who stopped at nothing to kill you? He wasn't a mindless animal like Pandemonium or the Wall Dwellers, but had total awareness that you could come back after death.

And he knew how to take advantage of that.

You used to roll your eyes at the news channels declaring that AI would be the death of humanity.

Now? This AI sure as hell was going to be the death of you.

But sometime ago, you acquired his document and had Sebastian show it to you, and you learned some rather...tragic things about him.

He was built and programmed with love, by his human creator who taught him how to paint and appreciate the beauty of the natural world. All he wanted to do was create things, and now he was being used as a tool for destruction.

It was all because of Urbanshade.

They killed the only person he ever cared about, tore him apart and put him back together to see how he "worked", and when they couldn't figure it out, they forced him into crypto mining, only giving him the promise of letting him paint every once in a while.

He might be a machine, but the pain he felt was real--so real that he'd rather die than continue existing.

Of course, it doesn't justify him killing you over and over, and making your runs through the blacksite a living hell, but you could understand why he's so bitter towards humans now.

If you were him, you'd definitely have a lot of resentment and built-up anger.

After reading that document, you had a little more sympathy for Painter, and eventually you two managed to work out a deal: if you found his room, you'd stop by to draw a small landscape for him, and he was free to replicate it on his program. In exchange, he promised to keep all turrets in further rooms disabled and not lock you in a "gauntlet" with Eyefestation anymore.

He still works together with Z-96, but at this point you've learned how to avoid the flesh creature at all costs. So that was the least of your worries.

"Anyways, what have you drawn for me today, hm?" He spoke up, growing a little impatient.

You took a few moments to open the notepad you had, grateful that the security cameras in this room were under his control, so HQ won't detonate your gear for talking to him.

You've overheard the higher ups mention something about Painter becoming a pain in the ass for expendables and operatives, losing a lot of them to the IDS and Z-96 attacks, and he was to be marked for destruction before he could take 100% control of the blacksite.

Whether they were going to declare that as an order in the near future or not remains to be seen, but...you didn't want to do that.

Did Sebastian know?

Does he know-?

"Welllll?"

"Oh. Right. I have this here." You showed him the sketch of a mountain range, trying to get as close as the chain-linked wall would allow you to. "This is the Himalayas, where Earth's highest mountains are located."

"Oooooh, yes I recognize it."

"You do?"

"Of course. Over a hundred bodies are still up there, most unrecoverable due to the conditions." Painter sneered. "It should have been left untouched. Why do you humans always wanna ruin nature with you stupid hikes and big egos?"

"...well if you don't want this one-"

"Never said I didn't. Show it to me again. And hold it steady."

You blinked in surprise, before turning the notepad back over so he could see the landscape, and you saw the MS Paint program on his screen going right to work.

While you could only draw it from memory and with the pencils you found in a random drawer, he managed to bring it to life--using vivid colors and beautiful shading to really capture the scenery. Almost as though a professional artist went to those mountains and studied them for hours.

With Painter's AI, it didn't take hours, but mere minutes for him to create a masterpiece.

And it was beautiful.

As soon as he finished, you put the notepad down and grinned. "It's amazing, Painter. It's like..I could walk into it and be there."

"Thanks. I also wish I could walk into it and just...escape all of this." He saved the artwork to his files, before his usual scribbled face appeared once again, but this time it looked rather...sad. "I'll..make sure the turrets don't turn you into swiss cheese."

"I appreciate it, buddy." Smiling, you grabbed the keycard that you needed to exit the room, but right as you walked over to it...he spoke again.

"Do you have to leave right now?"

"...pardon?" Turning back around, you could see him staring at you, looking utterly despondent. "You..want me to stay?"

"You're..the first positive human interaction I've had in a long time. I feel bad for all the deaths and inconveniences I've caused you. Seriously, I do. But...if you reach the crystal, you won't ever see me again.." He muttered.

"Painter." You walked over to him, frowning. "That's the point. I'm only here to get that crystal. We agreed that you'd turn off the turrets so that-"

"I didn't do it to make your life easier." He snapped, growing hostile. "I did it because I don't wanna be the one who causes your death. I'll leave that to somebody else...eventually they'll get you. And you'll come back-"

"No."

He went dead silent for a moment. "..no?"

"This time, I'm getting that crystal. I can't stay here with you forever, Painter. I'm sorry about everything you've been through, but in the end..you're still a threat in Urbanshade's eyes. They could kill me just for talking to you. I need to leave now before-"

As if right on cue, the lights in the room began to flicker, and somewhere in the far distance...you could hear the familiar shrieking and howling of Pandemonium hunting for its next prey.

"You better go to that door over on the right." Painter advised, his voice uncharacteristically monotone.

You failed to pay attention to that and rushed to the door, quickly inserting the keycard-

Only to come face to face with Z-96, whose long claws reached out to slash you across the face. You fell backwards as the door slammed shut, the creature barely managing to drag its arm back inside, with a message in red appearing on the screen beside it.

I need you. Why do you always leave me?

'Bastard. He tricked me-'

Then you heard one final loud scream, and turned around..

Seeing nothing but a gaping maw with crooked rotting teeth and dozens of eyes closing in on you.

You should have known better. You should have just focused on the mission and ignored him from the start.

Now he'll never let you leave, and he'll find other ways to make sure of that.

[coefore]

Hi! I adore your art of the alternate Megatron and Optimus’ meeting tf 1 versions of themselves.

Now I can’t stop thinking about the fact that Orion (tf1) would go crazy learning that his other self used to be a data clerk in the Archives.

Here’s a little snippet of the conversation:

Optimus: *talking about the history of his Cybertron*

Orion Pax: *listening intently* where’d you learn that?

Optimus: Before becoming a prime I used to work at the Archives, it was wonderful to have so many data pads to learn from.

Orion: ARE YOU TELLING ME I COULD HAVE WORKED IN THE ARCHIVES?! I STOLE THOSE DATA CHIPS/PADS FOR NOTHING?!

D-16: Should we be concerned about this?!

Megatron: For Sentinels sake? No.

Ahaha thanks!!! I think it would be fun if TF1 Orion was actually quite... envious of the more "comfortable" lives the other versions of himself had.

He is such a curious bot after all and it might feel like a joke to him that the one Orion Pax that is most inclined to learn by any means necessary gets a life of abuse and mining! I can see him going like "ah 😬 is that so 😬 you were an archivist 😬 how nice" and D-16 is like "Pax... don't be... rude..." "THEY WERE 😬 ARCHIVISTS 😬".

[1001scoganmusings]

Precious Treasure

Black hat x Flug

18+ so kiddos get lost till your older or i cure you with premature balding. It’s your choice.

Tw:

Jealousy

Insecurities about looks

And character death

Some gore

Some smut 😈

A/n: hey guys know it’s been awhile but I just had to get this out of my head before it drove me crazy. Also if you write you k ow what it feels like to write a diamond of a fic. But what do you do about the fics that feel like coals? Curious bucause I have a billion drafts but for some reason they just feel like lumps of coals instead of diamonds. Anyways that is for your patients and on with the show!!!

Flug liked to think himself so smart and tactile. Standing there by the couch in my office, data pad in hand while trying and failing to hid his increasing annoyance with our new client. But we both knew better.

“Your not even listening,” said a very pretty witch, crossing her arms and leaning closer. Close enough that her shoulder touched mine. Her voice soft and soothing to the ear like silver bells.

“Maria—“

“Mariah,” she corrected. Annoyance flashing across her face for a moment. But when I took her hand and kissed it before bringing my lips to her ear, voice low and soft as silk, “of course how imbecilic of me to get such a beautiful name wrong.” She practically melted against his side. How pathetic. So easy.

“It’s alright, everyone makes mistakes,” She stutters, blushing furiously. She tucks her head under my jaw and places her hand over my chest. The intimate position and the overwhelming stench of her perfume making my skin crawl.

Had she not been a potential client I might’ve enjoyed watching Flug experiment on her till she no longer resembled anything close to human.

Flug clears his throat. “Can you tell us in your own words why you are here,” he asks. His tone just shy of rude. I shoot him a look that says stop.

He pretends to not see it.

“I’m here to make a deal. My contract for information on a hero.”

“A trade?” I inquire. Flug’s eyes flick down to Mariah’s hand and how her fingers played with my tie.

“That’s right.” She smiles sweetly.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You would need to ask the one who you made the deal with not me.”

“But your black hat. Power and might uncontested. Surely there’s something you can do.” Her hand slides up my chest, up my neck. He thumb gently stroking my jaw.

Jealousy. The smell like that of finely aged brandy wafts off Flug, stirring my own arousal. As if he had anything to worry about. I want to take his face in my hands and kiss away the frown of insecurity I know lies beneath his paper bag. To tell him this creature beside me could not compare to the exquisite perfection that he was. How absurd that he should be jealous.

Still, it does stroke the ego to see one’s partner so possessive. So passionate and willing to risk his image and reputation to stake their claim.

Flug on the other hand seemed to stop breathing altogether when she leaned even closer, looking up at me through veiled lashes. “Maybe we could talk about it more privately. Perhaps I can change your mind.”

I don’t even get a chance to answer before her head exploded. brains splattering against the walls and floor.

“Flug!” I yell, wiping the blood from my face with my handkerchief. “God damn it we just lost information.”

“We can get the information another way,” he says simply pocketing his gun and turning on his heel, making a quick bee line for the door.

Oh no. If he thought he was going to run away with no explanation he was sorely mistaken.

His hand barely touches the door knob when I wrap my tentucals around him and lift him off the ground, and back in to my arms.

“Let me go,” he grunts, fighting my grip on him. The anger clear in his voice now.

“Why so you can go sulk in your lab and make up fake senarios in your head about how I don’t love you.”

“You don’t.” He answers vehemently. “Other wise why would you have let her be all over you like that.”

“What,” I say, throughly confused now. “we agreed to let that happen so she would talk.

“I said act asshole not enjoy it.” He stomps on my foot in a last ditch attempt as escape but I pay it no mind.

“You think I was enjoying that?” I roll my eyes at his glare. “And besides, I distinctly remember you were the one who suggested it. Butter her up I believe was the words you used.”

“Yeah well...well talking about it and...and seeing it is different.” His voice cracks and my heart feels as though it were breaking. “I thought you were gonna kiss her.” He’s no longer trying to fight me but I know if I let him go he’ll run.

“Flug,” I say gently, carefully lifting the paper bag and letting it fall to the ground.

“Don’t,” he says half heartedly but makes no move to stop me.

“How ridiculous to be so upset over your own plan.” I take his face in my hands and kiss him. Starting with his forehead, down the bridge of his nose. On each cheek before finally pressing my lips to his.

He bites my bottom lip, pulling a moan from me. The sound enough to make Flug come alive and kiss me back in earnest. His hands gripping my lapels tightly, pulling me down, and deepening the kiss.

It’s messy and hot but simultaneously hungry, languid, and sweet.

We break apart only so Flug can breath. My mouth latches on to the exposed flesh of flug’s neck. Leaving hot open mouthed kisses before pressing my lips to his ear, and whispering, “You would not be jealous of any one if you knew what goes through my mind when I look at you.”

“Tell me,” he insists, cupping my jaw and turning my face back to his. Our lips a hairs breath away. And I gaze down in to those gorgeous autumn brown eyes filled with nothing but love for me. It nearly knocks me to my knees. Such devotion and adoration couldn’t have been placed on a more unworthy man such as myself. That much I am painfully and keenly aware.

“No one can compre to you beloved. Your beauty and loveliness is even more radiant than all the wealth and riches of the infinite realms combined. You are my precious treseare.” My hands trail down to unfasten our belts. He gasps, forehead pressing against mine, clutching at my shoulders when I begin stroking us in tandium.

“Liar,” he shudders, unable to keep the delight from his voice when i bite down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Marking him as mine for all to see.

“Beauty and splendor personified. No one in this life or the next can contest you in my eyes.” I tighten my hand, speeding up my movements. Watching with rapt attention as Flug begins to fall apart.

“Beautiful,” I breath against his lips before kissing him. Groaning as I follow moments behind him. My cum adding to the mess he’s made of my hand and shirt.

I wipe the mess on his lab coat and he frowns slightly but doesn’t seem to mind too much.

We stay like that for quite some time. Holding one another and kissing like we might never get to again.

“In future lets omit using seduction from our book of tricks, hm. After all we both know only you are allowed to touch me, my love.”

“Yes sir,” agrees Flug, cupping my face in both hands and beaming up at me as though I had just handed him the world.

“Yes sir,” agrees Flug, cupping my face in both hands and beaming up at me as though I had just handed him the world.

[alexiethymia]

Still thinking about jjk 223, so I’m gonna ramble a bit. Another thing I like about Utahime and Gojo’s relationship in canon is their thing about Utahime being ‘weak’. It’s their thing. It was set up in our very first introduction to Utahime in the manga, and we find out that it’s been going on since way back into their past when they were just students. It reminds me of another ship of mine, Karma and Okuda in Assassination Classroom, where in the data book it says that Okuda is the one person that Karma feels zero threats from and as a result he can relax and be comfortable around her. 

I like how jjk 223 shows that Gojo in a way relies on Ijichi, someone who doesn’t fight on the frontlines, calling him someone he trusts above all, and Utahime, someone he’s repeatedly teased for being weak. I mean for all that he teases her about her supposed weakness, she never gets down about that, and instead reacts with anger at his disrespect (and I guess that’s another thing that I like about their relationship in that Utahime genuinely seems to see this op greatest sorcerer of all time as just some cheeky brat). Because there’s no doubt that Gojo is lonely as a sole pillar, but ‘weak’ people get to band and work together. 

Perhaps treading into headcanon territory, but perhaps because of this supposed weakness, Gojo gets to be comfortable around her. I mean in not so many (and rude) words, he says it himself. There was no doubt in his mind, Utahime could never be the traitor. Because she’s weak (ha). Even if she is weak, she’s not scared of him and will call him out on his bs (unlike say Ijichi whom he can bully around lol). As a fellow teacher, that bond of trust is quite important since they have the same goal in protecting and raising their students.  

tldr: I think the people that Gojo considers weak are people he can let his guard down around and it’s wonderful that he gets to rely on and work together with other people now in a way that he might not have allowed himself to before + As much as I enjoy gojohime in fics, I also do appreciate this subtle bond of trust they have in canon.

[bioethicists]

Why do you use '+' and '/' instead of words? Not to be rude, I am curious

LOL thank you for being polite about this. i've gotten some pretty rude/condescending comments or tags about it (one person just tagged a post of mine "you can just type out 'and' babes, it's fine" which like... fuck off?). one person tagged a post of mine 'for further study' specifically of my syntax which my friends + family had a FIELD DAY with

there's a few reasons- partly bcuz i communicate via textspeak quite regularly + my texting is actually so much more atrocious bcuz i do not make an attempt to correct most typos. i keep pretty intense hybrid academic/field note/personal journals + i already used '+' in those for brevity's sake so that i could write faster. additionally, i have a compulsion which sometimes makes me feel the need to write words 3x before moving on but symbols/numbers are not usually affected by this + i suppose that on the flip side, my liberal use of / is related to the compulsive need to be as thorough as possible (as well as put things in 3s) + a fear that i will miss information + 'spoil' my point. i do very genuinely worry that my points will be 'wrong'/'contaminated'/'bad' if i don't put certain things in 3s.

but also, when i was hospitalized in 2022 i got very attached to my concepts related to dialectics + multiplicity + i got a tattoo of the '+' sign to represent this. with language, my goal is usually to tear it up (forgive me but that beckett quote rules my life) rather than string it together. using things like '+', '/', '|', liberal use of '()', etc (i've also felt quite compelled to make use of the assignment operator, '< -', but i'm probably going to confine that to poetry for the time being) lets me feel like i'm seeding my language with a sense of multiplicity while remaining (more) concise (than i could have been)

also also, i do a lot of programming for my job (like statistics/data analysis programming in R) + i've gained a great appreciation for the brevity/precision/elegance offered by programming. similarly, i do a lot of translation (well not so much anymore due to The Tasks) which similarly has brought me to a much more antagonistic relationship with the limitations of language + a desire to capture the thing in between it which is perhaps a really silly thing to claim i could do by replacing my '+' signs but. someday.

needless to say, my formal academic writing is NOT like this but my hope is to someday gain the resources i need from academic in such a way that i can dedicate 100% of my time to writing which aligns with these values.

if this seems excessive, it is because i am insane. hope that helps.

[researcher-of-huanglong]

"I am Baizhi, a researcher at the Huaxu Academy. I specialize in Ecoacoustic studies, and I'm always open to answering questions related to my field. "

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✦BAIZHI✦ Despite appearing aloof, she is approachable to those who seek knowledge. Her insatiable thirst for understanding drives her to tirelessly study Remnant Energy. She will stop at nothing until its mysteries are unraveled, even if it means dedicating her entire life to the pursuit.

note: this is an unofficial wuthering waves rp blog and has no affliation with Kuro Games whatsoever

Name: Baizhi Birthday: September 10th Rarity: SR (4-Star) Attribute: Glacio Weapon: Rectifier

Pronouns: she/her, they/them Birthplace/Nation: Huanglong Affiliation: Jinzhou, Huaxu Academy

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[mikefaistslut]

anything for you

chapter 2:

(reminder: this is my first writing anything ever! pls keep that in mind. another reminder, this is entirely a work of fiction based on Mike Faist. Enjoy! <3)

He was so pretty it was hard to make eye contact as I spoke to him.

"Emma," I say with a smile as I reach my hand out to shake his. He has a kind smile, I think to myself as his hand touches mine. With that, he puts his own things away and gets comfortable for the long journey ahead. As the remainder of the passengers board the plane and a flight attendant shuts the door, I feel my whole body tense up. In just a few minutes, the plane is going to take off into the sky, and I'm going to feel like I'm dying. I try to think of things to distract myself. The color of the airplane seats, the number of passengers I can see straight ahead of me, and whether I'm going to choose diet Coke or ginger ale when the flight attendant comes by later to offer us refreshments. All of my tactics work until I feel the plane begin to shift forward. Slowly at first, circling the tarmac towards the runway. Then, all at once; reaching over 100 mph. As I feel the plane lift off the ground and tuck its wheels under, I feel myself start to breathe quicker, and my eyes clench shut.

As the plane begins to climb in the air, I feel a hand grab ahold of mine that's been clenching the armrest since I sat down. "Are you okay?" Mike speaks softly, understanding the stress I'm obviously under. I nod, not really being able to talk.

"Squeeze my hand. Hard as you need to." He opens his hand up and I let my fingers intertwine with his, squeezing as hard as I want to, just like he said. I feel a little more comfortable in his presence. I gain a little confidence.

"Ask me something. Ask me anything." My own mind is no longer enough to keep me distracted. "What's your favorite color?" He asks. "Maybe something a little less personal," I tease, still clutching his hand. "Right, my bad. What do you think happens when we die?" He pushes back. "Purple," is all I can think to say. He laughs.

At this point, the plane has fully ascended into the air and we're coasting at a steady pace.

"Thank you for that, really. I've never been good with that part of the flight. Or the coming back down, now that I think about it. So I'll be needing you again in about ten hours." He chuckles and rubs circles onto the back of my hand with his thumb. At this point, I realize I'm still holding on very tightly to his hand. I could've held onto that hand for the rest of my life. However, not wanting to appear creepy, I politely gave the man his hand back.

"So what brings you to London?" He asks. "Personal trip, actually. I've always wanted to go. I've been saving up for years. What about you?"

"I'm actually going for work. I'll be in play on the West End." That really caught my attention. "Really? What play?" He could've said he was going on a business trip as a data reconfiguration analyst and I still would've hung on to every word he said, but an actor in a play was so unbelievably cool.

"You ever seen Brokeback Mountain? Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger? Gay cowboys?"

"Duh? So someone turned it into a play? That's SO cool. So who are you playing?" I asked, now fully intrigued.

"Jack, actually! I'm really excited." He smiled proudly, as he should have. "Woah! Well, I've been dying to see a play on the West End. Maybe I'll get tickets to come and see you."

"You should! Seeing at least one friendly face in the crowd would be nice." He smiles at me again, the most beautiful, tight-lipped smile.

I feel my cheeks heat up. "So is acting a full-time gig, or do you have anything else to keep you busy?" As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize how insulting that must sound. He smirks back at me as my eyes get wide, realizing how rude I just was. I worry I've ruined this whole flirtatious interaction we've been having. Luckily, he just chuckles back at me and says, "Um, you know I haven't been asked that question in a long time. I suppose acting is it for me at the moment."

"Just stage plays, or anything I might've seen?" I quickly recover.

"Yeah, mostly stage plays. A couple of short films, nothing serious." He was being modest, I could tell. But I didn't push any further.

As the flight went on and I stared out the window, it began to feel very difficult to keep my eyes open. I closed my window, allowing myself to drift away.

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I felt a warm breath on my face as I woke up. I look to my left and see that Mike has laid his head on my shoulder as he's fallen asleep. I stare at him as long as I want to, as he's not awake to catch me admiring him. I glance out the window, looking out into the night sky a couple of times, before continuing to memorize every detail of his gorgeous face. I see his lips start to upturn into a smile.

"You like me." He says, matter of fact, with his eyes still closed. "You think I'm really cute and funny and you like me."

"Were you awake the entire time I was staring at you?" He opens his eyes. "The entire 45 minutes? Kind of. I was in and out. You definitely like me." He finally looks up at me.

"Were you always this bold or did you develop that in the theatre?" I say, gaining some confidence of my own.

"In the theatre, definitely. I never would've had the confidence to look a girl like you in the eyes before, let alone speak to you without stuttering." He said, taking his head off my shoulder.

The boys I'd dated in my hometown never made me feel pretty, but Mike, the theater boy from the plane, made me feel absolutely breathtaking. I couldn't help but smile. It scared me, the feelings I had for this man that were developing so quickly.

"Well, you like me too. Otherwise, you would've found my staring incredibly weird and off-putting, so." He laughs yet again. I love making him laugh.

"You're not wrong. I want to know more about you. I know your name is Emma and your favorite color is purple. Are you from Ohio? Or was that a connecting flight, maybe?" My heart was starting to race a little bit. "I am from Ohio, actually. I grew up about 30 minutes from Columbus, in Gahanna. You know it?"

I watched his eyes get wide and his smile get even wider. "I grew up in Gahanna. I actually was just here for a few weeks visiting my family." I cocked my head to the side.

"No shit? Small world, huh? How come we've never met?"

"How old are you again? What year did you graduate high school?" He began to look a little cautious.

"24! I graduated in 2017. What about you?" He seemed to relax a little bit.

"I graduated in 2009, but it was a year early, so I was originally class of 2010. I turned 31 in January. Is it weird that I still like you?"

"Not even a little bit. It'd be weird if I was five years or so younger." I smiled at him and laid my head on his shoulder this time.

"Good. Because I really really like you. Would you want to get dinner sometime while you're in London?" I watched him think for a few seconds. "Actually, how long are you staying, now that I think about it?" "I'll be here for about 2 weeks. What about you?"

"It really depends on how well the show is doing, but probably through the whole summer." He lifted his arm so I could lay my head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around me. A bold move, but I felt comfortable with him for some reason. A flight attendant came over the intercom and announced that we'd be landing soon. As we landed, I gave him my phone number so he could message me when he wanted.

"I'd love to get dinner, just let me know when," I told him as we both gathered our belongings. After about twenty minutes or so, we were finally able to deplane. I looked at him, suddenly feeling attached, hoping this wasn't the last time I was ever going to see him.

We walked together through the long process that was getting out of the airport. As we walked out into the cool air of the London night, we turned to each other and he promised to see me soon. I hoped he was telling the truth. He kissed me on the cheek and lingered, only for a moment, then smiled at me and got into a taxi, waving goodbye.

My cheek felt so warm. I already missed him.

He messaged me about an hour later, as I got settled into my hotel room.

"So, how's tomorrow night?" I think I'm in love.

[issacballsac]

Oficie[Doppo Kannonzaka]

01 Train Station

06:00

I peeled back my eyes to reveal the time I dreaded ever since I took on the job of a payable clerk.

"Get up [f/n] you got work today!" You mentally prepared yourself. Like always.

Finally disconnecting from your one true love, your bed; to shower and put on some appropriate clothes for work.

Without a moments gaze you swiftly skipped over breakfast. Walking out the door with nothing but yourself and, of course, your office bag, which held all the essentials like: your phone, headphones, apartment key etc.

"If I get to the office early I can get some peace and quiet to assort the expenses all while being able to stop for coffee." You quietly mumbled to yourself, planning out your morning.

07:15

"I do have time to stop for coffee!" Your legs contradicted your time as you began pushing the small store door open. Breathing in the scent of fresh coffee beans before stepping to the counter to order.

"May I have one espresso please". You politely asked the nearest barista.

The brunette nodded and walked away from the counter to make the order.

"That will be 200¥." The barista pleaded.

You handed the young worker the money before walking out the door constantly checking your watch.

“I’m gonna be late I’m gonna be late….”

07:35

Finally boarding the train with your coffee securely in hand you heaved out a sigh. "Just in time."

Not many people were on the train so you decided to sit down next to a red headed man. He was dressed in a black suit and striped shirt. He looked way more tired than you could ever be.

"Um excuse me sir". You poked him a bit in an attempt to grab his attention while not being rude.

He peeled his eyes open to look at you before noticing you gesturing towards the warm beverage you strained yourself over getting.

The redhead smiled a bit before accepting the drink with a small bow of his head.

"Thank you very much." He said sipping on it without a second thought of your intentions or lack there of.

As much as it pained you to give away all the energy you bought for the long day at the office it made you happy that you got to see someone else happy.

"My name is [l/n] [f/n] what's yours?" You said trying to make small talk on the train ride.

He peered from the coffee to respond with his name "Kannonzaka Doppo."

"I like your name though I think I heard it somewhere y'know like those famous rap battles but that's just a guess."

"Mn where did you get this?" He questioned skillfully avoiding the topic.

"Ah that small cafe a couple blocks away from the station it's called Eunoi Cafè."

Just then the train stopped signaling for you to get off and head to work. "This is my stop Doppo" You nudged him.

"Oh me too." He stood up.

"How convenient let's go!" You pulled him along with yourself out of the train.

The two of you walked together with a constant exchange of questioning looks at each other. Since he's been going the same way as your office.

"Weird question but you don’t happen to work at an office do you? Specifically [insert company name] inc?"

"Yeah I was heading there why?" He looked at you before processing that fully.

"Wow we work at the same place and take the same train you can be my morning friend Doppo-mine!" You perked up lively.

"Ah please don't call me that but I guess" He said recalling memories of that nickname.

"Damn, sorry. Anyways let's go we're early so quiet office before everyone floods in." You scrunched your nose in disgust. Thinking of the packed office, yuck.

He followed you willingly into the building.

"I'm on the bottom finance floor what about you?"

"Ah I'm towards the top with data sheets, marketing and such." He said with an even more gloomy than usual tone.

"It's alright I'll come see you after work and we can go to the cafe. I know how stressful this job can get." You exchanged information with him.

"That sounds nice thank you [l/n]. He smiled.

"It's nothing, and you can call me by my first name y’know.”

“Really?”

“Yeah don’t worry about it, but for now let’s just enjoy our floors while they’re still quiet.”

“See you?” He awkwardly waved to you as the elevator doors closed. Forcefully ending your bonding time.

[angrybatgaming]

Left a message boat in Sky yesterday for my friends to let them know if I suddenly stop playing for a few days, it's because my internet is extremely slow to congestion; and I don't want to burn through my phone's hotspot data. Get on today and someone left a message boat DIRECTLY NEXT TO IT with the message "True or false, fake or real?" (translated from Japanese or Chinese; I don't quite know the difference yet).

I mean, it doesn't necessarily mean they saw my boat message. And maybe I'm just feeling a little sensitive from the stress of last week, but I feel like ONCE AGAIN someone is making a rude remark about people not having perfect internet connection. Like it's UNHEARD OF where they live. Well guess, buster? It's real. Shitty internet exists. Especially where I live.

I'm just ranting. But those kind of people piss me off. I've been chewed out and told to go kill myself by a 13 year because of bad internet. And other people would be like "LOL gEt BeTtEr InTeRnEt". Or just straight up mock me.

I guess so this doesn't end on too sour of a note, there was a more wholesome message on the other side of mine that announced someone's birthday. So happy birthday to them! 🎂🎉 Also I got a set of skin tone markers, so I can FINALLY do human OC reference sheets! :D

[oratoful]

did someone say hatoful oc

This is Ulrich Althaus! A 22 year old Hawk Party member who primarily does internal operations regarding programming and technology in general. Me and my friend actually have an entire AU dedicated to expanding on the tensions between the Hawk and Dove party and the internal corruption of the Dove party. I'd adore infodumping about it once we have it more wrapped up and cohesive.

Spoiler stuff regarding general hatoful world-lore and things of the like. I wanna be safe soOOOOOOOOOO

Ulrich became a hawk operative when he was around 13 years of age. Having an interest in tech from a young age, he was placed in advanced courses within his school. Very cool and good, I know. His father was a liaison within Europe and was killed by the Human Liberation Force due to a miscommunication between parties. As a result, Ulrich learns to despise humans. He's visited by a hawk researcher (Raphael, who I will make a post about) who offers him a position within their junior programming division. He claims there are benefits and that Ulrich could do with not hauling himself in his and his mother's home due to his father's death. His mother, begrudgingly, accepts the offer, realizing that not only will the facility offer him higher education for his intelligence, but it will actively watch over him.

Unbeknownst to her, of course, Ulrich becomes ensnared in Hawk activities. He's an overly prideful man who feels the need to avenge his father's name/live up to his family's expectations. Of course, he doesn't realize that in this universe, his father would absolutely loathe what he's done. He would hate the man his son has become. He’s completely tarnishing the efforts faust made toward human and bird peace in an attempt to bring a vengeance his father would’ve never wanted.

Hatoful Ulrich seeks to make it known that he doesn't cut corners and that he wants to get back at humans for their assumed atrocities (he has a biased viewpoint bc those are fun). I imagine he's absolutely made spyware with the sole purpose of information gauging and getting data for the hawk party. He covers his tracks pretty well while also leaving annoying damage for the doves to fix.

As a little fun side thing, I like to imagine the Programming and Technical department he works for is a subsidiary for SecOps. They bleed into each other very often. As a result, this rude little man butts heads with Tohri SO OFTEN before Tohri ends up pursuing other work. (in mine and nick's au he stays in the lab for longer)

Would love to get more into him sometime he's so in depth UGHHH.

for some fun facts with him:

He uses a mobility aid! He's my cane rep

He hates being helped. It makes him feel like he's being looked down on. One of my other researchers often hovers over him due to how often he tries to push his physical limitations. Ulrich has flogged him. Twice.

autistic. He's so crude/judgmental in speech. He also doesn't care to drop formality and say when he doesn't like someone.

He often works from home and doesn't enjoy coming into the lab for work.

Ulrich is genuinely painfully vindictive and efficient though. I feel like if he had the motivation to back something like the hawk party, he'd leave destruction in his wake. I also think that motherfucker would tamper with machinery to make it fail on researchers he doesn't like

He trips people with his tail if they make him angry enough. He's a little PRICK

speaking of little he actually stands smaller than most other peafowl

Him and Tohri have a WEIRD relationship. They're the best of friends one day and they're trying to kill each other the next day. It's impossible to tell what they actually feel about each other.

[clovurpatch]

Hello, welcome to my blog!

Hello Tumblr, i am Clovurr, also known as just Vurr, and this is my blog! Welcome!

❓𝘞𝘏𝘖 𝘪𝘴 this guy???❓

I'm clovurr, read the title!

I'm an OC artist/writer, and I'm here to share my beloved characters and weird sayings with the world!

You can expect art, stories, character designs, doodles, worldbuilding, and lots of textposts from me and my blog. I'm a very creatively charged individual, so if you don't like people who don't shut up about their creations then call me public enemy number one. I'll mainly be posting about my ocs and stories. I have big dreams for my stories, and I want to make several web animations when I get the resources. I typicall write adventures and cutesy slice of life stuff, but my writing occasionally dips into horror (which I don't frequently share)

Fandoms I'm in:

OSC

Honkai Star Rail

FNaF

Pretty much all of Nintendo

PJSK

Regretevator

Pressure

Also, you might recognize me from a previous blog. And if you do, hi! I'm starting over for personal reasons, but I'll show this blog to my previous friends, followers, and moots when I feel I'm ready.

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DATA:

Pronouns are She/He

17 years old

I use Shuttleart pencils and printer paper to draw

Currently learning game design (malicious intent)

LIKES:

I really like cats :3

Like, really REALLY like cats.

Ice cream

Red velvet cake

Not shutting up

Cool weather

My beloved Nintendo Switch

Drawing OCs (both mine and other people's)

DISLIKES

Meanies >:(

Seagulls (my sworn enemy)

The government

Cantaloupes

Orange Juice

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(oc project tags will be added as I introduce them)

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Art requests are open, though I don't do them if I'm really busy. I love drawing others OCs though!

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Last updated: 1/30/2025

[smolfrosted]

Things my mother doesnt understand no matter how many times I tell her

The phrase “hold on”

The fact that insulin need to be in the fridge

That no, I dont want your antidepressants, can we just get me my own?

That no, I also dont want your painkillers, thanks for the offer but Tylenol does work on me

That if I tell you to lay down, go lay down, yeah I dont wanna deal with you telling me what to do but you’re also about to have a seizure so maybe listen to me

Not everyone needs to know your life story

Most people dont want to know your life story

If you buy someone a gift, it’s theirs not yours and it’s a dick move to act like it belongs to you

I own my ps5, and ps4

That if she for some reason breaks my ps5 she will be left without a dvd player and we dont have wifi yet so her loss

That no I’m not lazy, my brain just doesnt let me do stuff

That even when it does, I dont really wanna do anything you tell me

That there’s a difference between weaponized incompetence and malicious compliance

That I live off of malicious compliance

That clean the counters means clean the counters, not the kitchen

That calling or texting me while I’m asleep doesnt do anything cause my phone is always on silent and I’ve slept through a smoke alarm

Like yeah, I’m not schizophrenic but my doctors infact do need to know that im at genetic risk of it cause medical history and stuff is important

That yeah being labeled and diagnosed with stuff can close some doors but it also opens a very important one: treatment

That your brain can just, be bad at regulating its own chemicals and so depression doesnt always require tons of trauma

Sometimes mental illness just, happens

How wifi or data works

That she wastes more gas than I do

That most people arent being rude, they’re just doing their jobs and are tored and wanna go home and have shit to do

How trans people work: like she literally doesnt understand but she’s getting better so yay ig

How gay people work: literally

That just because she says I’ve seen something before doesnt mean that I have

That if something happened before I was like 3-6 good chance I have no fucking knowledge about it

I do not recognize most celebrities by name or the movies they’re in

That I dont wanna get married

That just because something happened to her doesnt mean it was right or that it should have

That starting arguments with someone with anger issues is a bad idea, even if you mean to do it to help them let off steam: The someone is me btw

That if you want to try my food, dont be the one to order both an entree and an appetizer and not ask if you can have a bite of mine

That the vice versa works because you told me so, thats its a good thing when children are comfortable just taking food off of a family member’s plate

That I dont eat most meat

That if you make something that I cant eat you shouldnt be offended that I wont eat it

Lots of other stuff

[sphylor]

Ramble about a special interest, now, go I wanna hear

🫰🫰🫰

okay okay okay so!! my favourote book series of all time ever literally ever is called the chronicles of st marys by Jodi Taylor. i literally love it so much UGH andni havent read any of the books in a while so my memory is a little rusty but it is definitely a special interest of mine fhshhfj. basically its about this group of historians who "investigate major historical events in contemporary time" (time travel). its actually incredibly respectful in the way it handles it too.(spoilers under the cut)

it mostly focuses on british history for the most part (its a british bookseries) but they do visit troy, the battle of agincourt in france, constantinople (during the sack might i add which. yeah. that was a stressful moment for sure....) etc etc. its so fucking funny like it has me in tears laughing whenever i read it but its literally do devastating at the same time (my favourite book in the series, "and the rest is history", made me cry 8 times in one read through because of how tragic it is...). but its really well written and researched and youd think with like 14 books in the series, multiple short stories and a spin off sister series it would get a bit stale but honestly it doesnt. the characters are so full of life and, well, character.

speaking of the characters. theres Maxwell who is the main character and who we see everything unfold through the eyes of. shes so funny and witty and doesnt know when to stop which can be her downfall sometimes. she acts a lot through anger and does things very impulsively especially in the beginning. it can lead to some very funny moments (like the time she drove her boyfriend's car into the lake when he gave her the cold shoulder and was rude to her (neither of their faults tbh its complicated fhdhhf)) i see a lot of myself in Max. theres a lot of hurt masked by anger inside of her. shes the reason why i chose the name Max fjdhhf

she faces a lot of struggles as well... but its okay because her best friend Tim is there to save the day (and piss on her a couple of times accidentally). He is my favourite character 100% hes funny in a smooth and charming way. literally such a puppy dog i just want to ruffle his hair and give him treats. also have i mentioned that all of these characters that work at st marys are 1000000000000% audhd like these goobers are so neurodivergent i love em all. but yeah Tim is a proper gentleman super sweet and caring and always there for you but also he ends up going through so much shit and it breaks him it fucking destroys him and its so sad to see...

Markham is my next favourite little guy hes such a little guy a little skrunkly wunkly woo a grimey little goober. his characterisation is pretty weak in the first couple of books but he soon becomes really important and fleshed out. hes the court jester the class clown the village idiot. super funny but he also has a tragic past and when he gets serious he gets serious. while Max and Tim were historians, the ones going out of jumps to different time periods to collect data, Markham is security. he makes sure the st marys building is safe and secure and also goes out on jumps with the disaster magnets also known as historians to make sure they dont get into trouble (its actually more like to get them out of trouble at the very last minute when they inevitably do get themselves into trouble tbh djbfhdj) hes indestructible. hes been shot, blown up, fell off of a 3 story tall burning building, frequently has some sort of illness like mange or worms, and the only bit of permenant damage hes recieved is that a chunk of his ear is missing.

then theres Leon... i have a love hate relationship with him. hes Max's love interest. original Leon from the first 3 books is fine i guess...... he does a lot of shitty things but so does Max honestly.... and their relationship gets ruined over one event where really Max was in the wrong but what she did was understandable... still incredibly morally wrong but yeah.... and neither of them stopped loving each other even when they were apart. and then. and then book 3 throws a massive curveball and kills him off. they never made up with each other. and then Max is rescued from being kidnapped by a younger version of Leon from before they met each other and its rough because this Leon is in a very bad spot and not doing well At All. hes almost a completely different person from who Max knew. and she has to convince him that life is worth living. she knows how the rest of his life will go already. she knows he'll meet her and be happy for a while. and she knows that this is the last time she'll ever see him again. and that she cant even say sorry to him now. and that he will never know what this meeting truly meant to her. its fucking heartbreaking and i ugly sobbed every time i read it. and then she dies gets plonked into a different universe (long story) and in this universe shes the one who died and Leon lived. now this Leon i absolutely love to bits hes so sweet and kind and caring. they both know how lucky they are to be given another chance and theyre not going to screw it up and they really do make it work between them.

theres do much more i could ramble about. like Dr Bairstow and Clive Ronan... or Dr Dowson and Professor Rapson and how those two are totally in love... or how Guthrie or the time Max got stuck in the past... but 14 books is a lot to cover fhshhf I'll leave you with the fact that i actually have a signed copy of one of the books which i am super super happy about !!

thank you for giving me the space to ramble <3<3<3