#div rant

[nondivisable]

you know what's a simultaneously interesting, empowering and traumatizing experience?

being the first person on your family to complain of a chronic illness but definitely not being the first one to suffer one

me and my mom share the same struggles and she didn't think it was weird cause she's also dealt with this her whole life

on one hand, this has helped me, because I know all of the tips to manage pain from a young age and my mom almost always sides with me justifying sick days to school, etc

but it also means it took me a long ass amount of time to find out your hips aren't supposed to hurt all the time

a formative memory of mine is going to a doctor a few years back and light heartedly mentioning how me and my mom always bond about our shared pain, and her going "well yeah but your mom's body has 50 years of use already, you're only 15". I told this to my mom and she shushed me cause she's also been feeling this way since she was 15

idk I needed a rant

THIS IS NOT ABOUT GENERATIONAL TRAUMA, THIS IS ABOUT HEREDITARY ILLNESSES

[nondivisable]

me fr

are you a “mark for later”, bookmarking unread fics on ao3, bookmarking unread fics on ur browser, 25 fic tabs open, or a “i’ll just find this later in my history” gay

[jihnari]

there's nothing quite like using ancient code with all the example images broken and for some god forsaken reason they keep putting everything in tables

[xxxnecrotica]

♰ ﹒ in champagne kisses, hold me in your lap of luxury ~ ! 🎀

𓎟𓎟　🛍️ ﹒ " filing cabinet " sideblog for fandom reblogs , rants , etc. ﹒ @necroangelz

[missmielyhoran]

We got into situationship and all we do is send each other reels💀

[lvlyfawn]

KATE MARTIN X WIFE READER -

authors note; comments + reblogs are always better than likes!! i loveeeee feedback!

request; “i loved your pregnancy hcs with kate, could you do some of after the baby is born? like taking turns with the baby, meeting the team etc? love your writing!” — first off, thank you so much angel 💕 i hope this was good!!

word count; 640 words

— kate sat next to you with fear in her eyes as she watched your body be taken over by tremors. the poor girl hadn’t even heard of “the shakes” until the nurse explained how, and why this was happening to your body during labor and that it might possibly happen after birth aswell. for you, it was also quite frightening, the feeling drowning out all other senses besides the pain of your contractions. despite trying her best to stay strong for you, the sight of you lying there, broke her heart. there was nothing she could do besides hold your hand.

— as soon as the two of you find a quiet moment together with your baby resting peacefully in his bassinet, kate lovingly positions herself next to you, gently pressing her lips against your knuckles. her voice when she spoke was all that could be heard in the room, besides the baby’s unlabeled breathing, “you did so good, baby.”

— your wife and you had both had agreed that there were to be no visitors allowed until after the three of you had safely returned home. every family member who asked, was told the same. after the two days you spent in the hospital, then you’d open your home for only close family on both sides. under the condition that nobody was ill at the time of their visit. the two of you stayed focused on your little family and creating a sense of privacy during your time together, making sure that your experience remained undisturbed and cherished.

— during your entire time postpartum, she was your rock. physically, mentally, and emotionally. from the minute you brought the baby into the world, she is there to provide nothing but her love and support. whether that be feeding the baby in the middle of the night while you slept, or listening to you as you ranted. no matter what, kate was there.

— most nights, you’d open your eyes, the sound of the baby's cries gently nudging you awake, making you to rise sleepily and shift your weight to the edge of the bed. you’d yawned and drag your feet over to the bassinet, barely a couple of steps away, kate would get up aswell. the blonde’s hair was tousled from sleep, but she still remained gorgeous. your wife was a bit groggy, but determined to tend to the baby. 

"hey, baby, you should rest. i’ll handle him for now," kate whispered to you softly, before kissing your forehead and sending you back into bed.

— on the phone with your overly persistent mother, she begged and pleaded to come see her grandbaby. but, with her living out of state, you didn’t want to risk the baby getting something she caught on the plane over. so you told her “no”, over and over.

“i don’t want to sound mean, mom —“ but you were cut off by kate, who was usually the sweet one in the relationship, “i don’t mind being mean. you can wait. he’s not going anywhere.”

— around a month and a half later, you’d decided the baby was in a place where he could meet extended family or friends. kate’s teammates began coming over. first it was kelsey and a’ja, then the others followed suit. eventually, caitlin and her girlfriend flew down aswell. the amount of flower bouquets you had by now was insane, and you finally had to ask people to stop bringing them, just in fear that they’d take over your whole home. 

— you and kate often took turns. whenever something needed done, you’d just hand the baby off to the other one. your favorite moments were when all three of you cuddled together or when you’d wake up to kate and the baby sitting in the rocking chair in his nursery.

taglist; @bveckers @kmoneymartini @cosmopretty @charlottehughess @aubreygriffin @favreader23 , divs by @/anitalenia

[biblical-chronicles]

Flashed

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where the reader pregnant with Noel's child is rescued by the brothers from paparazzi

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Dinner with Liam Gallagher was never meant to be a subdued occasion. Tonight, however, the plan was refreshingly straightforward: you, Noel, and Liam sharing a meal at a little pub, nothing too outlandish.

However, Noel had been unusually vigilant since the plans were made. Ever since you’d told him you were pregnant, he’d been watching you like a hawk, swooping in at the faintest sign of discomfort. As the two of you headed to the car, his concern was already in full swing.

“Yer sure you’re up for this?” he asked, his brow furrowed. “If you’re knackered, we’ll sack it off, no bother.”

You laughed softly, nudging him with your elbow. “I’m pregnant, Noel, not made of glass. Stop fussin’, will you?”

From where Liam stood leaning against the car, putting out his cigarette, his laugh barked through the air. “Him? Fussin’? Nah, couldn’t be our Noelly.”

“Shut it, Liam,” Noel muttered, though his ears turned a bit pink. He opened the passenger door for you, his movements precise, almost rehearsed. Once you were seated, he crouched slightly to adjust your seatbelt.

“Yer comfy, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Yes, Noel. For the tenth time, I’m fine.”

“She’s fine,” Liam chimed from the backseat, swinging into the car with the casual energy only he could pull off. “But keep at it, and she might lamp ya before we get there.”

Noel gave him a sharp look but didn’t stop sneaking glances at you as he started the car. Liam’s chatter quickly filled the space, jumping from rants about the music industry (“Full of divs, the lot of ’em!”) to animated speculation about the pub’s beer. “If it’s shite, I swear I’ll kick off,” he declared. You caught Noel’s eye and shared an amused smile, his fingers brushing yours for a quick, reassuring squeeze as Liam continued his tirade.

When you arrived, the pub was every bit as inviting as Noel had promised. Warm lighting danced on wooden beams, the scent of food hung in the air, and a roaring fireplace cast a cozy glow. As the three of you slid into a corner booth, Liam wasted no time ordering a pint and a double order of chips. Noel, on the other hand, refused to stop his questions.

“Yer sure you don’t want water or juice? Maybe a tea instead?”

“Honestly, Noel, I’m fine,” you said, as much as you appreciated his care your patience was soon to be teetering on the edge of exasperation.

Across the table, Liam snorted. “She’s havin’ a meal, not a medical exam. Leave her be, nurse Noel.”

The evening unfolded smoothly—or as smoothly as it ever did with Liam at the table. He launched into an array of outlandish stories, complete with exaggerated gestures that had you doubled over in laughter. Noel, ever the counterweight, offered his quieter humor; pointed quips dropped at just the right moments, each one making you laugh harder than the last.

When the conversation lulled for a moment, you stood and announced, “Excuse me, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Where you goin’ love?” Noel asked quickly, his tone alert.

“To the loo,” you said, giving him an amused look.

“Alright. But if it’s dodgy, just come back. Don’t be faffin’ about.”

“I’ll be fine, Noel.” You kissed him on the cheek, trying not to laugh at his protective streak.

“Relax, mate,” Liam said, smirking as he cradled his pint. “She’s off to the bog, not battlin’ a pack of wolves.”

Noel’s glare was as sharp as his tone. “No one asked you.”

Making your way through the pub, you reached the bathroom only to find a handwritten sign taped to the door: Out of Order—Apologies! Mildly annoyed, you flagged down a server to ask if there was another option. The young woman, clearly flustered, stammered out an apology.

“There’s a café next door letting our customers use their facilities. Just pop over—it’s no trouble.”

“It’s fine, thanks,” you said with a smile, grabbing your coat and stepping outside.

The brisk night air hit your cheeks, refreshing after the cozy warmth of the pub. You’d barely made it a few steps toward the café when a flash of light caught your eye. In an instant, a small swarm of paparazzi seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Cameras pointed at you, shutters clicking furiously as the questions began.

“Over here, love! When are you due?” “Is it true about the secret wedding?” “Excited to be a mum?" "Is Noel supportive enough?"

The cacophony of voices swirled around you, their questions cutting across each other in a dizzying blur. The flashbulbs felt blinding, and you instinctively placed your hands over your belly, your pulse quickening. The crowd surged closer, the chaos making it impossible to think.

Back in the pub, Noel sat in the booth, one leg bouncing anxiously under the table. He glanced at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. “She’s been gone ages,” he muttered, his voice tight.

“She’s fine,” Liam replied, not even looking up as he reached for another chip. “Probably just some queue or summat.”

“Not for this long.” Noel pushed his chair back abruptly and grabbed his jacket. “I’m goin’ to check.”

Liam sighed, rolling his eyes as he stood too. “You’ll only make it worse if summat’s actually happened,” he said, shrugging on his coat.

“What d’you think I’m gonna do?” Noel shot back, glaring. “Yell at a toilet?”

“Wouldn’t put it past ya,” Liam muttered under his breath, trailing behind his brother as they headed out quickly into the night after being informed about the toilet situation.

The cool air outside did nothing to quell Noel’s growing worry, and he scanned the street quickly, his heart hammering in his chest. It wasn’t long before the source of the delay became clear. A cluster of paparazzi had formed outside the neighboring café, their cameras flashing furiously, their shouts cutting through the quiet evening like a blade.

Noel’s eyes zeroed in on you, caught in the center of the chaos. His stomach dropped at the sight of your pale face, your arms instinctively shielding your belly from the encroaching cameras. Without a second thought, he surged forward.

“Oi!” Noel’s voice cracked like a whip, sharp and commanding. “Back the fuck off, you vultures!”

Liam was right behind him, his voice booming even louder. “Yeah, piss off, ya daft cunts! Can’t you see she’s pregnant?”

The paparazzi froze for a split second, startled by the brothers' sudden appearance. A few lowered their cameras, stepping back slightly, but others continued snapping away.

Noel didn’t stop until he was at your side, his arm wrapping protectively around your shoulders. He pulled you close, his body a barrier between you and the flashing lenses. “You alright, love?” he asked, his voice soft but his tone urgent.

“I’m okay,” you said shakily, though your trembling hands betrayed you. “They just… came out of nowhere.”

His jaw tightened. “You should’ve told me where you were goin’,” he muttered, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face as he checked you over. “I’d’ve come with you.”

“I didn’t think it’d be a big deal,” you murmured, leaning into his touch.

“Well, next time, don’t take any chances,” he said firmly, already steering you back toward the pub with a protective hand on the small of your back. “Come on, let’s get inside love.”

Meanwhile, Liam lingered, his shouts still ringing in the air. “And don’t think about printin’ any of this shite, or I’ll find ya!” He raised a fist dramatically, making one paparazzo flinch knowing Liam's repuation.

Noel glanced back over his shoulder, irritation flaring. “Liam! For God’s sake, come on!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Liam grumbled, waving him off. “Go on, I’ll sort it.”

Once inside, Noel barely paused before pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around you, his chin resting against your hair as he exhaled a shaky breath. “God, I’m glad you’re alright,” he murmured, his grip firm like he never wanted to let go.

You tilted your head up, catching his eye. “I’m fine, Noel,” you said gently, your hands moving to his chest. “Promise.”

He held your gaze for a moment, his expression a mix of worry and relief. “Scared the life out of me, y’know.”

“I know,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss. His shoulders seemed to relax as he kissed you back, the tension melting away.

The tender moment didn’t last long. Just as you pulled apart, the door to the pub banged open with a loud clatter. You both turned quickly, startled, as Liam strode in, grinning like he’d just won a prize. In his hands were the twisted remnants of a camera tripod and a lens.

“They won’t be botherin’ you again!” he declared proudly, holding up his handiwork like a trophy. “Proper smashed their gear to bits.”

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then, in perfect unison, you and Noel groaned, “Oh, Liam.”

“What?” Liam asked, genuinely perplexed as he dropped the mangled equipment onto a nearby table. “I did you a favor!”

Noel pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here I am,” Liam said, grabbing his pint with a smirk. “Yer welcome, by the way.”

You shook your head, laughing despite yourself as Noel pulled you back into the booth. His arm stayed wrapped securely around you, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your arm, while Liam dove back into his chips like nothing had happened.

“Bloody idiots,” Liam muttered, still chewing, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Can’t even have a quiet dinner without all that drama.”

Noel shot him a look but didn’t reply. His focus was entirely on you now, the concern still evident in the way his eyes flickered over you. “You sure you’re alright, love?” he asked quietly, his voice low, as though anything louder might break the calm you were finally finding.

You nodded, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m fine, Noel. Honestly. Just a bit of a shock, that’s all.” You gave him a small smile, but it was enough to soften the tension in his shoulders.

Liam, as usual, wasn’t one for long moments of sentiment, and he cleared his throat before swiping another chip from his plate. “Right, well, since we’re all still alive and mostly intact, can we get back to the scran now?”

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this was such a cute request thank you fer it lovely anonymous person and hope you lot liked it x

Y’know what, I’ve just clocked that flashed (the title) sounds like someone’s gone n’ flashed their bits at ’em, but I’m keepin’ it. Me brain’s not workin’ for a better one right now, so the cheeky one stays. Also, made Noel capable of driving a car in this one, proper miracle worker behaviour from me there.

[drblacula]

how do you create dividers , and stack them? do you just like.. find them or.. soryr this is veyr dumb. but god ur so cool

:3c < hi , I find them ! I go to resource sites like /border , /pixelprism , and /ulzzang !

I also have … my own resource rentry which is /derping … heh . Shameless plug . I will show you how I make my own dividers though … once you learn how you’ll never stoppp …

let’s use this template as an example :

First I find the dividers I want to use and place them together to make the design that I want !

then I start to color them using the air brushes ! It’s like coloring a png in a sense !

Hiding all the other layers , we start with this star div ! I like to use the straight ruler with this specific divider to make it multi colored ! If you want you can just take the air brush and make it one color but I like to have my stuff colorful !

after you’ve finished coloring the divider , you’ll want to duplicate it ( not the coloring the div itself ) and go to filters

At filters you’ll see the outer strokes and glows , I like adding those to my dividers ^ ^

Anddd your first divider is done ! Do the same to second divider ( if you have one ) with different colors and such !

sorry if this tutorial isn’t great :( I just kind of do whatever I feel is good when it comes to dividers …

Here’s the end result + the dividers I used :

hope you enjoy my little divider rant I sure did . I’m gonna use the divider I made for a layout soon LAWL but you can use em if you’d like idc have fun

[murahaul]

rant but pinterest commenters are so rude .?.?? 😭😭 like smb reposted a div i made, and i commented on it saying “this is mine, please credit me if u use it” and smb replied “nobody is going to do that” ??? ++ they had fanart in their pfp that they didnt credit..😭😭🙏 can we normalize crediting again

[nondivisable]

God my friends are so cool. we've been planning an out of country trip to the beach for over a year now and the week before we left my knee started killing me and it turns out it's tendinitis

I wanted to scream and cry and cancel everything but my friends told me "literally just come and move less than we originally planned, it's so okay"

they have carried my things for me when I needed to use both my crutches, helped me around the beach when using crutches was unfeasible bc of sand, traded beds with me bc my mattress sucked ass, left me the fuck alone when I said I needed a moment to cry in pain by myself and hugged me afterwards when I asked for it

and I wanna let yall know that I helped them back. I watch out for my friend to take her meds, for another's food sensitivity issues, for another's RSD that tends to get really bad in group situation when they feel left out

this isn't an exchange, friends just help each other out. if I wasn't doing anything for them, they would've still helped me with my mobility. and if they weren't helping me with my mobility, I would still help them as well

I dunno , rant post

[fluffybun24]

i’m back! and i’ve been COOKIN!!!

i have my lil oc, a redesign though, but i’m happy with it! look at the lil psycho~❤️ i’m thinking of recoloring her hammer though

and my more recent one, supposed to be my oc for the turtles’ brother, oldest by at least two or one?

now i’m gonna on a lil rant, you don’t have to stay but i’m still going to rant about mah babies!

Lilian and Divinci live in a pretty abandoned small area of the city, in an old garage, living off of scraps ofc, nowhere in the hidden city, straight up on the surface and have never met another mutant, or yokai, not even a human because they’re area is closed off to the human public.

Yes the two are siblings, Div being the only one actually DNA related to the four turtles while Lili is the adopted child!

[angelofarceus]

❝ GO AWAY EVEN IF I CRY, I NEED TO FEEL LIKE I'M HUMAN THROUGH YOU. ❞

INTRODUCING THE ANGEL...

Volo / Cobalt / Sig

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Do not speak with the angel if...

You believe in [insert disorder] abuse, you're a bigot, you're a darkshipper, you're a pro/neu/complex contact or anti-recovery paraphile, you are a radqueer, or if you support any of these!

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THE ANGEL'S KIN

My main kins are Volo from Pokémon Legends Arceus and Sig from Puyo Puyo; you may briefly hear about other kins of mine but these are the main 2. DOUBLES OF THESE 2 DNI (iwc if we were already friends), DOUBLES OF ALL OTHERS KINS ARE FINE

Userboxes...

[thecornerofegg]

Sooooo the time has come to move my art over here instead of instgam, so here are some examples of my art (both older and newer, ish sorted(top: older, bottom: newer))

Anyway, hiya I'm Egg (they/ey) and I'm here now. I'm neurodivergent (adhd) and I'm nonbinary (agender, if you know that term). I'm also a furry, otherhearted (cat), and a fox otherlinker, so if you think that others' hobbies and identities are your business or cringe or whatever then you can leave right now. You're not welcome here.

I draw and sometimes I paint and sometimes I draw digitally, but I'm still working on that. I want to make comics for my ocs' stories, and I like color

If you ask me, coloring traditionally is a pain sometimes, watercolors and acrylics are cool, scrapbooking style collages feed my soul, crafting is fantastic and drawing with graphite is occasionally the best thing that exists

I keep my sketchbooks like diaries/scrapbooks and it's really fun

I like yellow, the stars, flowers, spring- & summer rain, winter, fall colors, illustrations and stories, the consept of spiderman, music, hoodies, blankets, tea, orange chocolate, cats and otters

Am here to vibe and have fun putting my thoughts and art somewhere for me and anyone who wants to vibe with me

Yeah :D

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Other accounts:

YouTube - @/thecornerofegg

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(Intro and tags will be updated, cus things change with time)

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Tags used to sort this blog are:

#my art  -  for my art. Also crafts sometimes :D

#blabbering  -  for my thoughts

#not my art - for reblogged art (that is very cool and funky =>)

#live reaction - for my reactions after watching or reading a piece of media, existing examples include Lord of The Flies, Hamlet, the Spiderman Home-trilogy and more

#oc stuff - for my babies (a.k.a. my oc's), can be art, rants, intros, world or story info or anything =>

#wrints - (stands for writing snippets) for writing shenanigans, poems, snippets, verses, possibly eventual song lyrics who knows 👀, script tidbits, concepts or ideas, anything really. Also note that it doesn't have to be fiction, it might be me trying to express feelings & experiences etc. through words

#sketchbooking - for any art I post that was drawn in my sketchbook, cus yeah

#short post - for posts with ca. 4 sentences or less/that don't feel that long to me, because I tend to ramble & sometimes ya just don't wanna read a rant, so I'm sorting them for you <3 (ocationally reblogs, sometimes art, mostly just words)

#alterhumanity - for anything related to that. Be it term coining/definition re-blogs, mask making, memes, div. rambles, related stim-boards, or anything else of the community

[reflectedangels]

the stained glass saints

(ID : the stained glass saints)

TW : our blog has heavy themes of religion. we do not identify as Christian, but we use Christian imagery and the like for many reasons- mostly due to trauma and alterhumanity. proceed with caution.

‘ here in spain, i am a spaniard … , —

collective. names : cain , catharsis , constantine , martyr

collective. pronouns : shi/hir/hirself, it/its/itself, saint/saints/saintself, devout/devouts/devoutself, pray/prayer/prayerself, hym/hymn/hymnself, He/Him/Hisself, ink/inks/inkself, portrait/portraits/portraitself, holy/holys/holyself, ash/ashs/ashself, div/divines/divinself, thy/thym/thymself… etc.

please no : he/she/they (as a collective), “human” / “person”

okay : fem terms, masc terms, neutral terms, alternating pronouns

etc : we are physically + mentally disabled and ill. we are also (bodily) indigenous and intersex.

claimed anons: none yet

more info below cut. please read for our stances and alter list/sign offs.

we do alter packs/build a headmate, requests are currently : closed.

— ‘ i will be buried with my marionettes … ,

stances :

we are a *mostly traumagenic* system, however we are technically mixed origins. we fully support endogenic systems.

we are pro rq, pro transID, pro para, pro recovery (anti forced recovery), ship ambivalent (we do not care about ship course or ship labels), pro MOGAI, pro contradictory identity/“good faith”… generally pro for most things, ask for clarification on anything and we will answer.

we run this blog for many reasons. the rq community is where we feel safest and most accepted. we have been in this community for a very long time, on and off. it’s generally more beneficial to our mental health when we aren’t trying to force ourselves to distance from it.

tag list : #saint’s magnificent chorus // original content , #pleased masses // asks , #divine courier // alter packs , #saint’s low hum // rambling , #displeased singularity // ranting

alters you may see around here include…

Bethel/Bethy — shx/hxr/hxrself, xai/xhaine/xizself, it/its/itself, pray/prayer/prayrself… 🌞🌞 nonhuman being (essembra),

Cressida — it/its/itself, she/her/herself, he/him/himself, they/them/themself, thing/things/thingself, freak/freaks/freakself… 🏥🏥 fictive from silent hill (the nurse monster), ahuman, pangender panromantic pansexual

Vicar/Prayer/Venti — it/its/itself, he/him/himself, hymn/hymns/hymnself, saint/saints/saintself, devout/devouts/devoutself, flow/flows/flowself, choir/choirs/choirself, song/songs/songself… 🦢🦢 fictive from genshin impact (venti), alterhuman, xenic masc-aligned agender hyperrose pansexual

Jean — he/him/himself, it/its/itself… 🍃🍃 fictive from genshin impact (jean), ahuman, transmasc agender lesbian

Josephine — pray/prayer/prayrself, prai/praise/praiseself, eucharist/eucharists/eucharistself, ash/ashs/ashself, repentance/repentances/repentanceself, one/ones/oneself, whisp/whisper/whisperself, song/songs/songself, shi/hir/hirself, it/its/itself… ⛪️⛪️ human bodied unhuman being (inexian spirit), nebularose and caedogender traumatagxrl

Ichor/Nyct/Nyx — it/its/itself, muse/muses/museself, portrait/portraits/portraitself, ink/inks/inkself, eym/eys/eyirself, star/stars/starself, noir/noirs/noirself, drea/dream/dreamself, sleep/sleeps/sleepself… 🎨🎨 Ahuman, cassgender pomoromantic pomosexual

Raphael — he/him/himself, mirrored pronouns… 🖊️🖊️ Ahuman, unlabeled

Hannah — she/her/herself, thy/thys/thyself, thon/thons/thonself, that/thats/thatself, AI/AIs/AIself, false/false/falseself… 🌹🌹 Ahuman, abrosexual transfem

Shiloh — he/him/himself, pray/prayer/prayrself… 🕯️🕯️Human (woah), transmasc mlm

Lucero — he/him/himself, hy/hymn/hymnself, sof/softs/softself, doll/dolls/dollself… 🎀🎀 Constellic ahuman, pandollgender twink sapphillean

Dawn — she/her/herself, cold/colds/coldself, frost/frosts/frostself, freeze/freezes/freezeself, shiver/shivers/shiverself, frozen/frozen/frozenself, winter/winters/winterself… ❄️❄️ Humanmore, unlabeled non-SAM aromantic lesbian

Laurette — it/its/itself, thing/things/thingself, thon/thons/thonself… 🦋🦋 fictive from silent hill (maria), ahuman, agender aromantic androsexual

there are many more of us. this is just a few.

[snowddeong]

Already had an idk how long hour rant session with Sarah about this shit but I'm still so annoyed so part 2 lmao

It's so profoundly frustrating and discouraging how itzy continues to be mistreated in every fucking facet you can imagine for the sin of literally being successful, talented women.

They're literally div 2's bottom line but the company acts like they're doing the girls a favour by even posting about their cbs on the accs that were literally made to promote itzy. We are just now getting some semblance of tiktok freedom 5 years into their career meanwhile idols that debuted after them have their own instagrams and their juniors in the same company have more freedom on all sorts of socials. We've confirmed that div 2 flubs so many of their opportunities for who knows what fucking reason after what happened with the CK Yeji event. And most importantly everything to do with Jisu — never fucking protecting her in any way, overwork, stifling her and the other girls' creativity, not utilising her voice well and every other fucking stupid thing they've done that's definitely made what she's going through so much worse. The girls are a cash grab to that fucking company (to the point we literally first learned about the cb and tour in the same post that was announcing Jisu's diagnosis) and they're not even allowed to express any frustration or sadness over that because "that's not professional" and they'd probably lose everything they've worked so hard for.

If they look sad you're not supposed to acknowledge to it or sympathise with it or treat them as human beings because it's "funny" to joke about how they want to get off work and anyway they're idols who gives af about idols anyway right? So called midzys are more concerned about making unfunny jokes than actually getting to know these girls. Every mf will say "ot5" then turn around and straight up hating certain members. Dehumanisation has become so fucking normalised in midzyville but then mfs will act surprised that the company gets away with this very obvious exploitation and mistreatment. If you view these human beings as a product that you can say whatever tf you want about on sites that you know they frequent because "it's just a joke lol" ofc the mfs presenting them as a product are going to benefit from it 😭

Then you have fuckass bitchass shitstain mnet and their hate boner for itzy. The largest number of most viewed videos on choom, the first choom performance to get more than 50 million views that's still consistently gaining more and more views, the first mix and max vid to get 50 million that's also still gaining views and gagged the kpop space so hard that Bebe Rexah released a korean specific version of break my heart myself and performed at fucking kcon because of Ryujin and Yeji, and their MAMA 2021 being the most iconic performance of that night (to the point that mnet decided to call back to it again last year mind you). You'd think wow hey these guys get us views let's be nice to them and keep them around.... but nah, deleted their iconic fucking performance that gave their boring award show relevance, deleted their debut stage, don't invite them to choom anymore, didn't even send ryeji their trophy or record something for Yeji when she got hers and then the bullshit that went on today lmao. Like it's so fucking obvious and you have to wonder WHY ffs

I have nothing against the group that won even though some of their stans are the most disgusting scum of the earth but like surely.... the numbers did not make sense. Even if you say itzy's digital points were too high okay fine that's just affirming that mnet isn't very honest with their numbers. They deleted itzy's untouchable stage for who knows what fucking reason then uploaded it later with reset views. How tf am I supposed to believe all this was above board when we've been beating that fandom in voting CONSISTENTLY even if they mobilised fandoms to help okay fine but did they enlist the whole of stantwt or something lmao how tf was the difference that great? Why were the sns scores so fucking weird when itzy untouchable shorts have consistently more views? Why is it "cope" or being a sore loser to call foul play when there's so much pointing to it being that AND mnet has a history of rigging??? The only real answer is it's because this happened to a girl group and specifically because this happened to itzy. They released one song people didn't like and suddenly deserve every terrible that happens to them is deserved and just "midzys complaining about nothing". And when it gets to a point where even the girls seem visibly frustrated and dissapointed? "Nah they just want to go home early lol don't read too much into it don't care"

This is so long and I feel like I could go on forever but tldr I just wish better for them man 🫠 every group is unique and important in their own way but itzy are really once in a lifetime performers. I know there's no such thing as a perfect world where everything goes smoothly especially for girl groups but fuck is it too much to ask for a little respect on their names and for everyone to leave them tf alone at the bare minumum 😭 itzy is the only group under div 2 just fucking do your jobs lmaooo

[clarafyer]

BREAKING NEWS: TERRORIST TEEN GOES BONKERS AND BLOWS UP YET ANOTHER DISTRICT

So yeah this is cyberpunk!Vesperaaaaa, she's in one of my earliest posts on one of my art dumps of stuff I did before I started my blog, and I made this in English class today :D

(why do class doodles always end up 10 times better than when you're actually trying like what the hell)

BIG LORE RANT AHEAD

Cp!Vespera's lore: Her brother Sullivan (Tenebris) had to turn to a permanent life of crime when she was 9 because he got into some trouble with the mafia and had to pay off massive debts. She was from then on raised with Sullivan and his friend Divian, Muroko was also a good friend of the group's before actually joining the mafia to try and usurp it (still a process to this day).

After a few years, Vespera was starting to be let into assassinations and infiltration jobs. When she was 14, though, Sullivan left without a trace. No note, no talk, nothing. He left because his fucked up head chose his urges to begin cruel experiments instead of staying with the people who were restraining him from going there.

Fast forward to almost 3 years, neither Ves nor Divian has seen him, but they know he's alive by now because of some recent missing persons incidents and their descriptions, along with Muroko's help (he's now the right-hand man, so he gets a lot of insider knowledge, but can't force Sullivan to come back because of the contract they organized and Muroko valuing business just a little more than personal deeds)

By now: She turns 17 in just a few months, and doesn't realize that she's turning just like her brother, who she's grown to despise, but- still misses the old days. She experiences hallucinations mainly involving her brother, which has been making her lash out more and more as the days go by. One fateful day, Divian and Vespera are going back to the base after a mission, and they meet a near-dead humanoid creature, who has a broken shackle on their wrist. Turns out, this is the first escaped victim of her brother's :)

My friend and I haven't done much with our characters recently, but in the early summer months this year we were roleplaying this stuff, and it was a BLAST. Seriously, this is only the rambling of my side of the lore. I did mention Divian, her character, but I don't wanna go into too much about their lore because like- permission and stuff idk

Fun facts:

- She used to force her brother to let her paint his nails, and because of that, nowadays he still wears nail polish

- The 'escaped victim' is the cyberpunk version of Evelyn (mothman oc)

- My 3 AUs (og, modern and cyberpunk) all represent different kinds of familial trauma (og: manipulation and emotional/mental abuse, modern: physical abuse, cyberpunk: abandonment)

- She's the biggest Oozes fan to exist

- She uses grenades and a nailed bat as her weapons (which is why she usually is just put on surveillance duty on missions lol)

- She has a lung disease that's common in the cyberpunk au, where her lungs are affected by the pollution in the air so much that she needs a gas mask anytime she's outside (it's such a common thing that masks are provided in a lot of places)

- She actually has a custom mask that doubles as a gas mask and a cool high-tech mask with an AR screen on it, made by Muroko for her 13th birthday!

- Her jacket is a re-painted letter jacket from her old school

- She marks her grenades with stickers of varying colors to indicate the average radius before using them (some are just smoke bombs too)

- Technically her first mission was her being a stowaway in Divian's car and she got in big trouble for like 3 months because of it (she also made Div mess up the kill)

ANYWAYS, THAT FELT GREAT TO RANT ABOUT, BUHBYEEEE (questions are ABSOLUTELY allowed I love answering questions abt oc lore, who doesn't)