#but once i was far enough in to realize
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
bonefall · 1 year ago
Note
I’m rereading Po3 and despite its flaws I really enjoyed the introduction to the three. Jaykit isn’t mentioned to be blind in the first few chapters and instead they chose to show how much MORE capable he is compared to his littermates; until at the end of chapter 3, he brings up his blindness on his own. It makes forcing him to be a medicine cat SO much more frustrating because it really feels like they’re setting him up to be a warrior and choose his own fate (note i haven’t finished the reread this is just my first impression)
I like how you seem to take that path in BB regardless! It makes his arc so much more enjoyable
His arc in canon is super frustrating because he's such an independent character who clearly wants to make his own decisions in life, but then he just gets shoved into the medcat den. I LIKE that he ultimately goes there and that he enjoys it; but it was still really fucked up that they stripped away his autonomy in the process.
Re: they are not real, they are writing choices. Taking away the choices a disabled character can make over their own life, forcing them into a celibate nun role, and then going "awwwww dont worry see? he likes it! This was the best thing for him :)" was fucked up.
And imo it didn't have to be that way! You wouldn't have to go the FULL route I did with big changes, he could just be more involved in the descision to stop being a warrior apprentice and it would be fine. Minor change that would make a world of difference.
I do also have to interject to say though... blindness should really not be an extremely severe impairment for a ThunderClan cat.
I'm dead serious.
Whiskers are built-in sensors that tell you the exact position of everything within several inches of your head, ears swerve to pick up sound, and the jacobson's organ provides a sense of smell so keen that I have an entire Clanmew expansion draft because I needed to make WORDS describing the power of this sense that humans do not have. I cannot stress enough how delicate their other senses are, felines do not rely on their sight like primates do
ThunderClan lives in a mixed-oak woodland, where sight is already often obscured by foliage, objects are close together (for whiskers to feel), and nearly every movement makes noise against the leaf litter. RiverClan and (moor-running) WindClan cats would have a harder time with this disability than Thunder or Shadow.
Cat sight SUCKS to begin with. It sucks BADDD. They don't have color vision, they're significantly nearsighted, and they can't track up-and-down movements well. WC doesn't write realistic cats (more like small fuzzy people really) and I also work with more humanesque eyesight, but the only thing Jay should really lose is an ability to rapidly track a small animal swerving fast. Blind cats are often still excellent hunters in spite of that!
So it's an extra big waste that they railroaded him into a position he didn't choose, saying he couldn't be a warrior. This is the perfect disability to write, if you want to explore how ableism can impact the characters in this society who ARE legitimately still capable of nearly full independence, but still need to find accommodations for what they can't do.
In the same arc they're doing the dumb Cinder Reincarnation Plotline, no less!! Where SHE is also feeling like she has no choice over her "destiny," and gets a conflict over a potentially disabling injury
"Oh nooo if cinderpaw breaks her leg she wont be a warrior!"
"What the f-- Im Jaypaw and im reporting live from the scene where a Category 1 Idiot Moment is taking place. Woman breaks leg, suddenly everyone believes she is a horse, more at 11."
One of these days I should really make "herb guides" just covering how various sensory disabilities impact the lives of Clan cats and some tips for writing them as warriors, especially between Clans. Stuff you wouldn't usually consider, like how much noise deaf cats tend to make, how RiverClan would get a ton of sinus infections and lose their sense of smell, being blind in Sky vs Thunder, etc.
#I once saw someone say offhandedly 'well what if someone snuck up on jay from behind and attacked him. No whiskers there'#NEWSFLASH! YOU ALSO DONT HAVE EYES IN THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD#He doesn't have short whiskers either they're normally sized#Something like 4 - 5 inches on a cat like him. About double the size of the head foward and sideways#Once you're talking about close combat like the cats usually do there's no way that you can stay back far enough to avoid them#I want to rewrite owl and jay's fight or make a rematch where jay realizes owl is being a coward#Hanging just out of his range and jabbing at him#But once he realizes it's just a coward's strategy it clicks that the counter is to be aggressive#And not let his opponent out of his 'range'#Also give him a neat little scene where they're grappling next to Black's dam project where it's super muddy#And Jay is like 'YOU WANT TO PLAY DIRTY? LETS GET FILTHY' and dunks Owl's face down into the mud#Because Jay can fight without his sight but Owl doesn't know how to continue while there's stinging gunk in his eyes and nose#I like thinking about what I'm going to do for BB!Jay's matches because his fighting style is really fun to write#1. Be aggressive and proactive 2. Don't let them out of range 3. SCARE THEM#From the Mud Match he learns that the best way to end a fight quickly is to absolutely terrify them#Because they're usually not expecting the fight to be difficult nor are they expecting to feel like theyre in danger#So if you surprise them it breaks their willpower real fast#And as he gains a reputation for brutality he faces less opponents until he's practically known as the Cleric Without Mercy#Bone babble
159 notes · View notes
xxplastic-cubexx · 1 month ago
Note
Why is Erik taking a shower and is fully prepared to fight naked in that panel 😭
my man turning into a baby is a typical tuesday activity but the second he wanna little naked shower fight NOW its suspicious 🤨
#snap chats#cant a man be a lil hostile and naked in his home ... 'his' home ... w/e ...#this is the part where i reward tag readers CONTEXT TIME#i mean. it's not crazy context but anyway#erik went for a swim and As You Do went to shower off once he was done. cant have chlorine in the hair.... gon damage his beautiful locks..#he was shavin in the shower when he hears someone come in so Naturally he assumes the worst as this is Xavier's School For Gifted Youngster#never a moment of peace not even to shower and shave ..#'whyd he go for a swim' I Dont Know he really just decides on that. maybe it was a complex way to give him a weapon#maybe they just wanted to draw him naked and in a speedo I Dont Know 2x sounds like something id do frankly#the context is pretty much isolated from the story- like it's more of a scene starter and reintroduces tom and sharon into the plot#CONTEXT: tom and sharon are Effectively erik's coworkers at the school who caught one of emma's students- empath- acting a fool on site#empath- as it may be assumed- has the ability to mess with people's emotions and so. how we say.#'had tom and sharon distract each other' for a few hours while he fucked around the mansion and more specifically#fucked with erik's emotions to make him depressed enough to give up the new mutants to emma#Hence the mansion was virtually empty bar danielle and warlock which probably didnt help make erik Less paranoid of sudden noises#hence .... razorblade combat time ... but yeah once he realizes its just tom and sharon he's like Oh Fuck The Hell Happened#and then he gets super pissed once he realizes empath kinda tricked him into giving up his kids 🥰#god i love this issue i really do .. cant wait til next month where i can read what happens next ..#'snap you have the internet' OK AND I LIKE MY PHYSICAL MEDIA. plus i like this arc so far i want a physical of it ...#but yeah thats why eriks naked and prepared to cut someone with a razor. you can learn more in The New Mutants number 39 :]
28 notes · View notes
daisyofwaterdeep · 2 months ago
Note
PLEEEEEEASE WRITE MEAN DOM VOSS you could give him an alien dick. Whatever you want. The stars are hardly the limit
nyohoho thank you for this request, i was losing my mind while writing it (★‿★)
dom!Voss/cisfem!Reader
CW: face fucking, rough sex, pain, dom/sub, paid sex, alien genitalia
________
-you go to Sharess' Caress with the express purpose of getting laid. After a few bad dates, you're desperate to forget yourself for a bit
-You had never seen a githyanki before, but you know enough about them to know what the man is when you see him
-He's not drinking, not chatting. Just standing there, sharp copper eyes silently observing the patrons around him
-If he's not here to socialize, then surely he's here as a worker...right?
-You approach him, feeling so small and vulnerable under his intense gaze. You stumble over your words as you ask him if he's currently available to provide...services
-Voss is weary when a human approaches him, but as she blushes and stutters out her words, Voss finds himself feeling...something. He should be offended that she thought he was a common prostitute, that a flimsy istik would think they could approach him so casually for something so sordid
-But instead, he decides that this could be beneficial for him. Clearing his mind with a night of vigorous intercourse could be advantageous, and acquiring some funds at the same time? Tactically speaking, it's quite a good situation
-And, he has to admit, breaking a pretty human like you is an appealing thought
-He leans close to your ear, his breath surprisingly cool against your skin
-"Do you know what you're getting yourself into, little girl?"
-You don't, not at all, and the chilled, intimate tone of his voice makes you even more uncertain. But Gods, you can smell him like this, metal and sweat and something distinctly vicious, strong...it makes your stomach drop and your skin break out in chills. You nod
-Voss goes to the front counter, and the next thing you know, you're alone in a rented room with him
-He walks toward the center of the room, and you can hear the sound of buckles and leather moving as his arms work in front of him. The leather guard around his hips falls to the ground before he turns back to you. His lithe green thighs are exposed, and you can see his underwear-- a strappy black number that just barely covers his essentials
-"Come."
-You walk forward and stop in front of him
-"Kneel."
-You obey. With him right in front of you like this, you can really smell him. Sweat, spent adrenaline, and that undefinable but unmissable scent of masculinity. His copper eyes command your undivided attention as he pulls at a black leather strap, unraveling his underwear and releasing his cock
-It's as long and lean as the rest of him, a slightly darker shade than his body with black mirrored spots along the thickest point of his base that scatter into a larger pattern across his hips. The tip is tapered to a fleshy point, and you can see his cockslit is longer and deeper than a human's, about three centimeters starting from his tip and going along the top of his length. With it's position, his precum oozes into a small pool created by his puffy slit, making your mouth water
-You expect another command-- something as short and succinct as the others, 'suck' or 'open' or maybe even 'worship it', but instead, strong fingers wrap around the back of your head before pulling your hair tightly and forcing you forward. You have no other choice but to open and take him in
-Much like his breath, his cock is surprisingly cool. And the taste of his precum is also different than what you know-- it has the same salty base, but there's a metallic tang to it, almost making it sour. You wonder if it's a Githyanki thing, or a him thing
-You roll your tongue around the tapered tip, lapping at the long, swollen slit and dipping into it as far as you can. You look up at him as you do so, wondering if his expression will change. He's watching you, but he looks exactly the same-- still hard, focused, indiscernable. Either he's used to having his dick sucked, or he's well trained in keeping his composure. You wonder which it is.
-Voss lets you have your fun for a minute or so. When you had seen his dick, it was clear that he was your first Githyanki. In fairness, he would be surprised if you had taken one before-- Githyanki don't make habits of sleeping with Istik. He lets you explore him, mouth meltingly hot against his length as your tongue prods and laps and explores. Pleasant heat fills his stomach, but it's not enough....he needs more
-Without warning, he bucks his hips into your mouth, forcing his length to the back of your throat. You gag harshly, hands going up to grip at his thighs, but he's so much stronger than you. All you can do is fight to not vomit as he begins thrusting fast and vicious into your mouth. He uses the hand in your hair to bob your head in time with his humping, and all you can do is gurgle out exclamations that get lost in the sloppy sounds of your saliva being pushed deep in your throat. Even as tears cloud your vision and drool runs down your chin, the man still looks completely unperturbed. If it weren't for his hard cock assaulting you, you would think that he wasn't even turned on
-But Voss is turned on, very much so. The way you immediately crumble into tears and choked noises arouses him. You're just so weak, but even if you're in distress, you don't try to fight him. You could easily sink your teeth into his cock, you could scratch at his thighs, and yet you take him. You want to be dominated by him, to please him, and he's happy to oblige
-When he finally pulls your head back, you're an absolute mess-- gasping for air, coughing, cheeks ruddy and tear-streaked. He slaps his drool-slicked cock against your cheek, face still completely unreadable as he looks down at you
-"Undress."
-You obey with shaky limbs as he stands there watching. He doesn't move to take anything off, but you suppose he doesn't need to-- this isn't about exploring bodies, about intimacy. His spit-slick cock is out, and that's all he needs
-As soon as you step out of your underwear, a strong hand grabs you by the arm and spins you around. Cold armor presses into your back, and you feel his cock against the cleft of your ass. That cool breath is at your ear again
-"You'll take what I give you. Understood?"
-You nod, body jittery and heart hammering. With how severe the man is, you wonder if the forceful words are as close to a consent check as he's capable
-Before you've even finished nodding, a strong hand wraps around your thigh and lifts it, making you gasp and lean back into the Githyanki for balance as you're left standing on one foot
-And then he's in you. There's no playful sliding against your entrance, no buildup to the big moment--he just enters you with a brutal jerk of his hips, his full length slamming inside and stretching you full with a searing pain
-You choke out a wounded noise that quickly rises into a slew of whimpers as he begins fucking you with all the blind need of a dog mounting it's bitch. The curve of his metal armor bites into your skin and his nails dig deeply into your soft flesh as his breaths pick up against your ear, the smallest shiver of a groan under his heavy exhales
-"Are you this wet from tasting my cock?" There's a strain to his voice, the first betrayal of just how much this is affecting him, "Are you so pathetic, ah, that you desire to be used like this?" He growls low in his throat, "To be dominated?"
-You can hardly understand what he's breathing against your neck-- it's all you can do to not topple over and cry with just how overwhelming it all is. The thick slide of his cock, again and again, as deep as it can go, as fast and as hard as it can go. It hurts, it burns, but it also feels fucking phenomenal. This, right now, is what the word 'fucking' was invented for. Because this isn't sex--this is animalistic, brutal, savage fucking
-A particularly deep plunge has his pointed cock tip pressing against your cervix and the sudden bolt of pain turns your stomach and makes you cry out, the knee keeping you standing giving out
-Rather then catch you, the Githyanki releases your thigh and lets you crumble to the floor. Your pussy aches and clenches around nothing as you catch your breath, grateful for the opportunity to to collect yourself
-But it's short lived, because those strong hands are shoving your face down and forcing you on your knees, ass up, and then he's inside you again
-The new angle lets him pound you harder and faster, a feat you didn't think was possible. All you can do is hiccup out pathetic noises as your body takes the rough impact of his hips again and again, your pussy clenching around his cock and drawing pleased groans from the man
-The new angle also has his cock practically beating into your g-spot. Any pain you might feel--the floor grinding into your knees, your cheek smashed against the wood, his nails viciously raking down your back--none of it matters in the face of the pleasure that's assaulting you in thick, overwhelming waves
-Your orgasm comes as a surprise to you--it happens all at once, your throat constricted around a half shout as your entire body locks up and shakes. You can feel your pussy tighten around his cock and he hisses in response, hips forgoing their full-length thrusts for quick, shallow ones
-He begins talking, his voice a rushed, low whine as he speaks in his mother tongue. You have no idea what he's saying, but can feel the weight of the words, the way he stresses syllables with particularly rough thrusts, the way he fluctuates between whispers and groans as he speaks
-He thrusts once more into you before stilling, pressing the full weight of himself against your ass, burying himself as deep as he can as you feel heat flood inside you. As tired as your body is, you still dutifully clench around him, milking him through his orgasm as he lets out a long, satisfied moan
-Even though he's surely sensitive, he pumps himself a few more times inside of you to chase the last dregs of his climax before finally pulling out. You can feel his semen and your juices dribbling from your abused cunt and down your thighs
-Now that the hard edge of desire has subsided, you're not sure what's going to happen. You sit up, embarrassed to find your cheek sticky with drool. You wipe at it as you turn around to look at him. Even though he definitely got heated, you didn't get to see his face during any of it. Sadly though, he's still as inscutable as ever, looking at you levelly.
-You mumble out something about getting his money as you look around the floor for your discarded clothes, but he grabs your wrist and raises an eyebrow
-"Did I say I was finished with you?" He looks over your bare body cursorily before pulling the both of you to your feet. "We're done when I say we're done."
-It's then that you notice that his cock is still stiff-- once again, you don't know if it's a Githyanki thing, or if this man is just incredible
-Either way, you don't complain as you're dragged over to the bed for another round
20 notes · View notes
silvokrent · 2 months ago
Text
Nobody asked, but here's a snippet from an Elden Ring fic that I've been working on.
On one of their return visits to Leyndell, an idea occurred to Vyke. The dragons were the first Elden Lords. It’s their power that governed this world at its inception. Perhaps the Order has forgotten their absence. Tendrils of electricity crackled at the spear tip, as he stood before the thorns. Let us reacquaint them. Only later, as Vyke perched on the dais steps, a searing pain climbing up his arm, did he have his answer. “Witless, insolent martyr,” Morgott hissed. There was a familiar comfort in the litany of insults muttered under his breath, in between snippets of incantation. “Bereft of anything approximating sense. What madness compelled thee?” “A theory,” Vyke said, because desperation didn’t capture the same air of scholarly rigor. “I didn't think it would rebuff me as it did.” Morgott chose not to dignify that with an answer, although his brow furrowed—in concentration, or annoyance. Perhaps some quantity of both. More golden motes suffused the empty chamber as he spoke them into existence, giving the Erdtree Sanctuary a luminous aura. Like stray embers, drifting from a fire, before winking out one by one. Vyke’s teeth clenched as the magic washed over him, and in spite of himself, he found it difficult to look away. Under the pulse of amber light, skin knitted itself back together along the interstice. Blisters scabbing at unnatural speeds. The fractal burns lost some of the intensity in their color, but didn’t fully fade, as the sensation ebbed. Abruptly, the grip that had been steadying his arm released him. “There. For all the good it will do thee.” His shoulders hunched as he scowled down at his handiwork. “That scar is beyond my mending. Thou willst bear it in perpetuity.” Vyke inspected the raised lines branching across his skin. The residual pain had faded to a dull ache, and he exhaled silently. “Thank you for tending to—” “Of course, it would have been avoided altogether, hadst thou a shred of reason.” Vyke jerked back as the glowering face was thrust nearly into his. The sudden proximity, and the impropriety of it, were either ignored or beyond his care at the moment. Not all that surprising, since he was preoccupied with his own self-righteousness. “The thorns repel all manner of attack in equal measure. What didst thou think would happen when thou blasted it with lightning?” “I thought I might die and be spared another one of your lectures.” It was an irreverent thing to say to a demigod, let alone a scion of the Golden Lineage. But the aftereffects of the incantation had left him feeling lightheaded. His eyes drifted to the curtain of vines overhead, cascading in verdant arabesques, so that he didn’t have to meet his ornery stare. “At least we now know it doesn’t work.” Something about the absurd matter-of-factness appeared to mollify him. That, or the dissonance of Vyke's answer, with the precipitating event, had convinced him that lecturing was pointless. Which was why it startled Vyke when a calloused hand shot forward, and roughly seized his chin—and suddenly, he was forced to meet his gaze. Under the clinical scrutiny, he felt dissected. An insect with its wings pulled off. Whatever Morgott had been searching for, he either didn’t find it, or he was disappointed by what he did. The viselike fingers didn’t relent as he turned toward the woman observing nearby, arms folded over each other with practiced indifference. “Didst thou counsel him toward this lunacy, maiden?” She peered out from beneath the ornate fillet, the lacework rendering her a portrait framed in powdered snow. “I take credit for his achievements, not his follies,” she said. The faintest amusement crept into her voice. Then, more soberly, she continued. “I neither advised nor discouraged him, my lord. With the battery of tests we’ve already run, it seemed inevitable. What harm was there in trying?” The single, golden eye turned downward, toward the fractal pattern radiating across Vyke's skin. "What harm indeed."
His momentary inattention had loosened his grip, and Vyke extricated himself from it. He reclined a little against the steps, grateful for the support of the marble. “There’s not much point in proceeding with caution,” Vyke said. Not when resurrection had already turned his body into a thanatotic constellation of scars. If Vyke wanted, he could unfasten his other vambrace and show him the countless pale lines crisscrossing his skin. The physical memory of lacerations. Or shed the hauberk under his armor—the steel ringlets a pale imitation of the Great Runes humming below his chest—and reveal the shallow pits in his abdomen left by crossbolts. It was difficult to say if there was any part of him not marred, not touched in some way, by the endless cycle. His flesh was a mosaic of death. A small wonder, that self-preservation now felt antithetical.  Vyke had hoped the pragmatism would appeal to Morgott. Reassure him, maybe. He didn’t intend for Morgott’s expression to darken. His eye closed, and he breathed out a noise like loose parchment. “Maiden, kindly fetch him some water. There’s an ewer in my study.” She didn’t contest the dismissal. With a polite bow, she departed, her robes scattering erdleaves across the hallowed floor.
The fic this was taken from, Far Beyond the Sundown, is my interpretation of Vyke after he was brought back Tarnished. I'm a huge fan of @redzombie's headcanon that Vyke and Morgott knew each other. (And that Vyke was the only Tarnished that Morgott endorsed to become Elden Lord, way back when. Their alliance was kept a secret—especially after The Incident.)
14 notes · View notes
orcelito · 3 months ago
Text
Actually, on the topic of the baby fever. God it's so frustrating. Bc when I was like 14 ish I was Adamant that I never ever wanted kids. And my dad said smth around the lines of "that'll likely change" (probably from his own experience with this) and I was like NO. it WONT.
And then eventually, age 21-22 ish, I admitted that Okay, I still don't want to have my own kids, but someday maybe I'll adopt...
And Now, 27 years old, I got the general baby fever on occasion. It Did fucking change. And I don't know if I actually WILL bother with having my own kid (I still don't want to go through the hassle and massive body changes). But god. I do see a fucking baby and feel that stab of longing. It's almost like my damned hormones betrayed me or smth. Maddening!
I shall simply write fanfic about it.
#speculation nation#pregnancy ment/#honestly though i hadnt felt the wish to have my own until after my dad died#and i realized just how small our family is getting. and just felt this stab of NEED. to continue the line. continue the family.#my family's fucking dying around me i need to add to it. need more family. yknow?#so i dont actually know if this is. because of hormones or because of grief or What#but it was enough for me to put the hysterectomy idea on hold. bc id been genuinely considering it back in like. april? or so.#but then this happened and now im like. fuck dude. i dont know. but the uncertainty's enough to keep me from doing it.#yeah i dont wanna deal with periods anymore. but also. i need more time to decide.#i think no matter what i do want to raise kids someday. once im more stable (financially and emotionally)#but whether thats adoption or putting myself thru fuckin body torture. well i'll just have to decide. later.#maybe the deciding factor will be my own body aging lol. if i wait too long. my body will decide for me. who knows!#i Have thought about what id do if i got accidentally pregnant. especially relevant back when i was sleeping with a trans woman#and used to be id abort no hesitation. but well. i mean abortions illegal here anyways rn so id have to go to another state#but if i decided it i could make it work. it's not That far of a trip.#but. when i thought about it. the concern was less about the theoretical baby. and more about finishing school.#thinking 'man itd be fucking awful to finish school if i got pregnant right now'. but not. hesitating over the baby.#if i was out of school and relatively stable and i got accidentally pregnant. then. well. Maybe.#so me doing my dad vash au where he gets accidentally pregnant and goes all in with it#thats me. sorting out my feelings on it i guess. putting them somewhere.#idk. it's a lot to think about. i dont want to condemn a child to my genetic problems. but at the same time...#i dont know. To Be Decided Later.
8 notes · View notes
vhvrs · 11 months ago
Text
i talk abt/ draw summer so little but she is like. my fav fav i love her sooo much n i love the specific niche she presents to the story that i rarely ever see in media but also rnm does a LOT of casual things u rarely see in long form media I LOVE HER!!!!!!!
22 notes · View notes
keeps-ache · 9 months ago
Text
i don't wanna take over the world, it sounds like a lot. but you know, laying siege to a golf course sounds really nice sometimes
#just me hi#i'm giggling thinking about it hfbvhs#you can use the sandbanks for cover and if you plan far enough ahead you can start farming around those little ponds#and you can steal golf balls :D and use them as currency ?? or just collect them :3#and you could use the tennis ball guns to shoot the balls at people of course!! and you're supplied with sticks when you get there !! free#weaponry !! :D#and if you can hold out for long enough you could start planting rose and blackberry bushes in places they wouldn't look#why? bc roses Always Come Back#and blackberries will take a minute but who can get mad at a blackberry bush !! nature's surprise :D#oh and of course you could have a noble steed too (golf cart) !! :DD#and you could make the building a castle#and make a little gnome town in the fields once the battle is over#OH you could build a miniature golf in and around the town too :D for the funsies#/places are very cool i like places#could some be used better? oh yea for sure#i have dreams for abandoned malls hfvbs - some of my favorite places ever#that's one big odd thing i want. to have a mall to live in hfhs :3#is it a lot of space ? ye. but it's also SOO much space.. the possibilities !!#//anyway i Need to go for a walk in a city sometime soon lol#i miss the riverwalk aaa#GASP campus martius during the winter. my dearest#i didn't realize the threshold for being a city was so low lmao ?? like man these are just big towns what is this hfvbsh#//but aside from the city pining MAN#i got to drive earlier today ('got to' they put me in the seat and it wasn't very fun hfvbshf) and oooohhh#you know that feeling on a roadtrip when it's all worth it for just a little while.maybe when you broke over the top of a hill or looked up#from whatever you were doing to find a storm ahead and the rear lights of the cars seemed to blink in agreement with how gorgeous it all is#just that hfbsh :3#i like places a lot. sobs [<- crying candy hearts]#//okey i'm goin to go do my somethings now hfvhs :3 :D#music and caffeine are SO good ehehhehghhg [slinkies away so fast]
15 notes · View notes
twpsyn-who · 9 months ago
Text
Today on "Another JeanMarco Soulmate AU absolutely no one asked for" I present to you -
Soulmate AU in which you stop seeing colors when your soulmate dies, the only exception being your soulmate. Now cue to Jean who just found Marco's, his best friend's, body. And you know, there's the shock of finding out Marco's dead. The pain and confusion and guilt. But there's also the revelation, because despite everything he can still see Marco like nothing took place at all- yes, half of his face is missing and his body is straight up lifeless, but Jean can still make out the color of his eye ; see that light shade of brown perfectly, remember all the times he has found himself looking at them while listening to Marco talk. He can still make out the colors of his uniform, see the same shade of black his hair has always had, practically see. Despite being dead, Marco was the only piece of color left in his life.
And there's denial for a moment because there's no way Marco was his soulmate. But that goes away fast, getting replaced by guilt. By the fact that he hasn't been there to save him, that Marco has to die all alone without anyone being there for him.
And that was worse than the simple fact that he could no longer see colors ; because Marco was there when Jean needed him, but he failed to do the same. And not only he lost his best friend that day, but his other half too.
#Anyway this fucker doesn't tell anyone about the whole soulmate thing. Not of shame of anything but because he's mourning man and also is no#One's business. Anyway the first one to find out is Armin because he notices and ever since he makes sure to mention colors as often as he#can. Like 'These flowers are a nice shade of red' or 'Green suits you well Jean! You should wear this shirt' stuff like that#Jean does appreciates it once he gets over his ego and pain and lets other people get closer to him#Funny enough Jean is the only one in that situation loool. Well I don't know about Reiner and Historia is getting there soon enough but#everyone else??? Colors everywhere man#Is both funny and sad#'Since when..?' Jean expected that question yet he wasn't truly ready to answer it. Deep down he knew he was never going to be ready for it#'Trost' his voice stains sightly while naming the city. His own city. The place he grew up in all his life. The others say nothing else#after that confession. They were all aware many has died during Trost. It wasn't that far fetched for Jean's soulmate to be some civilian#lost during the evacuations or something. But then Connie's eyes widen ever so sightly the realization sitting in. He doesn't even register#when he says 'It was Marco right?' and regrets it immediately. Jean's painful face is all the answer they needed#Also Historia ready the letter and the world losing colors while she's doing that??? Her tearing up a little but not letting herself cry#until she gets alone???? Her going to Jean once that happens and them comforting each other?????#They starts seeing colors again once Eren dies. Poor Jean is trying his best to not have a breakdown because Connie needed him more in that#moment#Reading* wtf my tags make no sens sorry guys I'm lowkey tired#aot#jean kirstein#jeanmarco#aot jean#marco bodt#marco bott#aot marco#jean kirschstein#snk#JeanMarco Soulmate AU#soulmates au#I'm not sad you are
10 notes · View notes
eternal-reverie · 8 months ago
Text
got the posting anxiety bad tonight
#click clack#ok a peak into my thought process and anxiety here we go#ok so the art is almost done and up to standard I would post onto my art blog#BUT for some reason the thought of posting art of my ocs there scares me#because even tho it’s my art blog in my mind it’s the equivalent to a art gallery that demands being detached????? from the art#like once I share it there it’s no longer ‘mine’ but to the public#and my ocs (plus the stories that go with them) are like the closest to my heart and relinquishing them feels like a lot#a part of my imagination that I spent so much time with developing over the years to be placed up for judgement…#so then the solution could be to put it here on my personal! the online space cozy enough and filled with other posts that could easily bury#the original posts I put here#but there goes my other dilemma. i don’t want them too associated with my personal for if one day i do muster up something for publication#my big fear is that ppl will find this space and go thru everything. the fear of being perceived and judged 😵‍💫#all the hypotheticals and anxiety for something that may not even happen#dumb mind problems my head made up 🙄#anyway writing it out helped lol I’m posting it to my art blog I decided 👍#I have to work on getting that blog to be comfortable space to post… i should lower that silly self imposed standard I set for myself#and be whatever about ppl being aware of my online presences#maybe… [grinding my teeth] I should post my messy sketches onto my art blog���#I should take my friends suggestion and make a website to feature my ocs…🤔#idk my only other solution that doesn’t feel viable to mitigate the anxiety is to slowly introduce my ocs in the background of setting art#just a slow drip until they are in the forefront#bleghhh whatever much ado about nothing it’s like I never posted my ocs ever when I have indeed posted them before on both places ( º_º )#I’m realizing it happens too when I post too much fanart in a row… I have curator disease??? 🫨#or something I used to be very particular about what order I reblog stuff like it used to be by color and content balanced out#I still do to a lesser degree… but it used to be pretty bad#post order compulsion????#the fear of being abrupt and incohesive in between posts…#if you read this far thanks you can now see how much this consumes me 🙃
7 notes · View notes
Text
Yeah, you should only create for yourself, but if I'm putting it out there I would like to know that I'm not just endlessly shouting into the void
22 notes · View notes
gemharvest · 5 months ago
Text
Need to get on top of whatever dumb fucking inferiority complex I got going on I'm tired of looking at everything about myself and going "Wow I am really sub-par." I know it's 2am but this isn't the midnight thoughts talking this is a fucking persistent curse throughout my day.
#ventings#drew up a really cute sketch and I will be honest I wanna share it at this stage sooo bad but my brain keeps telling me#that my dialogue writing is atrocious. so i guess im keeping this to myself until its lined lol#its going to take so much for me to share it and not go `sorry if this is ass haha..` BECAUSE I DONT WANNA SOUND LIKE IM FISHING#FOR COMPLEMENTS. IM NOT. I JUST GENUINELY DON'T THINK A LOT OF WHAT I COME UP WITH IS GOOD#LOL. LMAO EVEN idk im not even sad about this its kinda just pissing me off. can i not be confident in my works at least once#i think this is why i dont write a lot either. cuz id love to do it more i just constantly think what i put down is complete ass and it#demotivates me. positive comments are nice and i appreciate them sm but then my brain goes back on its bullshit#going to throw up and cry so many talented people surround me and i genuinely do not get what anyone sees in me LOL#like you can follow people who emulate the fnf style better. you can follow people who make better ship art or fics#you can follow people who are funnier. the worst is feeling like everyone around you is a moment away from realizing youre#actually worth nothing and dropping you for someone better at articulating things or who are funnier or are less annoying or#okay i just looked into the invisible camera and gave a toothy smile and a thumbs up to stop myself from crying i think#ive gone far enough into this. im going to bed#sorry everyone who sees this i promise im not normally this much of a sad bitch!#my inhibitions are just lowered cuz im tired and also all of my friends should be asleep rn so im not gonna accidentally#make people feel bad for me cuz of this. gluh. ive got shitpost doodles in the works ill be back to being goofy shortly
6 notes · View notes
yoojinluv · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
5 notes · View notes
caliboron · 8 months ago
Text
I have such a hard time watching cartoons/tv shows because it feels like reading, like I have to go back and re-read a paragraph because my brain didn’t actually take it in or process it at all. It often feels like I need to be watching harder, or like I’m somehow watching it wrong. To truly get all the information and gags and background stuff I feel like I need to watch it so many times for it to stick, but then I end up watching the first few episodes and quitting. I just have to tell myself the whole time I’m watching a show that I got the information and I’m good to keep going, otherwise I’ll never finish any show I watch
5 notes · View notes
townofcrosshollow · 2 years ago
Text
Idk man if you're constantly talking about your crushing loneliness and feelings of being ostracised and left out when you ostensibly have a bunch of friends around you then maybe the feelings of loneliness aren't the problem there
#i would always feel really empty and distant and 'act out' after our hangouts#and i always framed it as like 'i get the high when i'm around people and then i crash afterwards'#and didn't really consider that maybe sitting in a vc for 4 hours feeling left out while other people have fun is just soul sucking#it was always framed as my behaviour that was the problem. 'you did this and you did that.' so i just kinda internalized that#if i felt like shit it must be my fault. everybody knows i'm the one who causes problems so i'm just causing more problems#if i say that something made me uncomfortable and the response is 'i wont make accomodations and how dare you even ask' it must be my fault#idk. we filled out consent forms in the game i'm really not excited to play and i was reminded that nobody ever asked my consebt#and when i tried to advocate for myself and voice that i wasn't consenting it was treated like i was causing problems by trying to say that#and i saw that as a reasonable reaction at the time cause i had been so deeply convinced that i was broken and horrible#that if i was trying to revoke my consent or even just negotiate it then i was ruining everything for everybody else#that if i was uncomfortable with what was going on i needed to just shut up and live with it#i wish i had realized that and dropped out months ago. maybe that could have preserved some semblance of my relationships with those people#far too late for that now. i'm trying to accept that#and all that effort was wasted anyway#i tried to say once that i was putting in a massive amount of effort and i felt like nobody was recognizing that fact#and i still kind of feel that way#i put hours of mental energy into trying to be enough for people who kept demanding more from me and kept giving me less in return#did that do me any good or did it just cause me 3 months of grief and an empty bank account from therapy?#the problem is that i still wish things had turned out better even though i know i had no control over that#if i had kept advocating for myself it just would have been over far faster. i guess that might have spared me a bit of money#if i tried to talk about the problems it would have just been dismissed with some quick quippy therapy phrase amounting to 'not my fault'#we're already living in the universe where i put all my effort into changing in the ways i was told to change and look how well that went#idk. the attitude was never 'let's fix the problems.' it was always 'you need to fix it.' and then when i did it was#'now there's a new problem. fix that one too. and this one. and that one.'#and to do all that work for somebody and then be told they thought you never even cared about them. man it just stings#idk. it's in the past now. but i can't build new relationships. i'm trying and it's impossible#i try meeting new people and they all suck. i try strengthening relationships with old people and they all get too busy or leave.#the only reason i post these things on tumblr is cause i don't have anybody else to talk to about it#the only person i could talk to has their own shit going on. there really just isn't anybody else#personal
16 notes · View notes
fallen-for-the-stars · 1 year ago
Text
Rule number 1!
Always be your biggest supporter, it may be easier said then done for most people, but trust me when I tell you it’s important, relying on the support of others affects your mental health!
5 notes · View notes
aromanticasterisms · 1 year ago
Text
do you ev. do you ever. think about. head in hands
#personal stuff#ragbros#HEAD IN HANDS. THE BROTHERS#fucking . christ. kaeya only going to diluc when he needs something because he feels like that's the only time he's allowed to#and diluc helping him out every time with very little coercion because . because he. auauugh.#oh my god. [through tears] oh my god. the brothers.#weeps and sobs and cries they are like THIS CLOSE. TO BEING NORMAL. BUT SO FAR AWAY AT THE SAME TIME#can you two just talk to each other about your feelings#instead of assuming that your brother hates you based on your own feelings and massive guilt#diluc's whole thing makes me so insane cause like. once he realizes Ohhh kaeya did [does] care about me. [post-midsummer island adventure]#his mindset is that of just standing where he is and being himself and if kaeya wants to be around him he'll come to him#and he wants to accept him with open arms but also. he feels like kaeya doesn't want to be around him#because he spends the whole time lying his ass off or otherwise showing that he's uncomfortable / doesn't trust him enough to be himself#and kaeya HAS gone to him but only when he's needed to for someone else's benefit or been coerced into it#the same way that he only refers to himself as diluc's brother when diluc isn't around to hear it or tell him he's wrong#because he feels like diluc doesn't want him around and he isn't allowed to return to that part of his life after everything#and so he accepts that and moves on with his family in the knights and like .AUGH#elzer saying diluc grumbles but he doesnt mean it. please come back we all miss you#i am smacking kaeya over the head with a cardboard tube YOUR BROTHER MISSES YOU!!!!!!!#YOUR BROTHER WANTS YOU AROUND AS MUCH AS YOU WANT HIM AROUND!!!!!! MY GOD!!!!!#AUUUGH.#they make me so. they make me ssooooo fucking normal. you have no idea [in tears]
3 notes · View notes