#do i maintag this uhhhh

[pkmoth]

ok maybe i share one(1) fic snippet. as a treat. (to myself. so i don't go insane Not sharing)

[hermitsandcrafts]

There are a couple black markets in wynncraft so I'm kind of on the fence of where Shade-e-e's would take place.

I think for my wynn au it would be right in Selchar, as it is a trade town, and would be a great business to fund Etho's adventures on the side. Most of the others in the guild are aware of Shade-e-e's but they don't know what is actually sold there.

I like to think that the NHO members know what's actually being sold at shade-e-e's, whereas most of the hermit guild just shrugs towards it.

Even if Etho is never as theatrical about it, he is just a big con-man as Scar is and they have a mutual respect over it.

Also list of people in the Know about shade-e-e's: Beef, Doc, Bdubs, Scar, Joel, and Iskall

X had so much fun w/ that service on hc s7 that I feel he deserves to be a main buyer but doesn't know Etho runs it

Thank you to my mutual @katkat030 for making me rethink and miss shade-e-e's so much that I've included it into my au now

[leafatlaw]

anyways I love love love how badly Gerald’s pep talk to Ylfa went. Because it forces him to confront that his actions, his words, don’t exist in a vacuum. His own constant insults to his “monstrous” appearance and bemoaning how he looks, is also an insult to his other “monstrous” friends. His friends who this is significantly less “temporary” for. And it’s great to see him have to confront that in the form of a young girl who has internalized these ideas of beauty and ugly from people like Gerald. And like it or not, her self doubt is partly his fault, because he hates himself for being how he is, and he can’t say anything back when Red brings that up.

[stitchthesewords]

Hey there friends. I uh. I made a thing. feel free to do with it what you will.

[b0ylik3r]

OKAY. I HAVE THE MOST GENIUS IDEA EVER

since we're all weirdos and don't like starting conversation i have devised a plan to help

REBLOG THIS!!! TAG SOME PEOPLE YOU'D LIKE TO TALK TO BUT ARE AFRAID TO TALK TO BECAUSE YOU THINK THEY MAY THINK YOU'RE WEIRD!!! IF THEY TAG YOU BACK THEN TAKE IT AS A SIGN THAT THEY WOULD LIKE TO TALK AS WELL!!!!! and then one of you strikes a conversation and you become best friends forever. I WILL GO FIRST!!!

@spaceboibrainrot @ghostorbz @themothman32 @paranormal-dipshit

(by the way there is 0 PRESSURE to tag ANYBODY back, if you dont get tagged back don't assume the worst!! they likely don't think you're weird, just you aren't someone who made their list and that is okay!! also there's no number of people requirement at all!! name 30 people or name 2 NOBODY CARES NO RULES JUST HAVE FUN AND MAKES FRIENDS ABABABABABABABA!!!)

[littlelife-bigdreams]

Welcome to my blog :]

Good morning, afternoon, evening, or night! I'm Luca, otherwise known as Mr. Tomlinson, or "the librarian." Here are a few things you should know before interacting:

I am autistic! It's difficult enough for me to interpret tone in real life, so it would really mean a lot to me if tone tags were used for clarification :] I'm also semi-verbal, so if you have questions about that, feel free to ask!

I don't appreciate unkind attitudes or actions, so please be considerate and respectful when messaging or replying to me. This blog is not a place for hate.

If you have any questions about the library, ask them! I love my books just as much as I love talking about them.

I'm not as open around the kids about this, but I'm gay and happy with it! I'm not looking for a parter at the moment, though, so keep your virtual legs closed or I'm launching you off the face of the planet.

I have a condition known as Functional Neurological Disorder. It does what it says on the tin--there's a disorder with my neurological functions. It may be a point of contention within the healthcare industry, but it's very real and affects me daily. I'm more than glad to answer any questions about that as well, because Lord knows how many of my kids ask me about my crutches whenever I need them, lol.

OOC: Admin here! Hello! I'm Mitch, and Luca Tomlinson is my OC. Currently, he's in the FNaF Movie universe, alongside my friends' OC's, aptly titled The Fan-Fazgang.

Luca is 24 and a moderate-needs autistic. He's semi-verbal, and uses AAC and limited sign-language to communicate, unless he's comfortable enough to speak or deems it necessary for the situation he's in. He rarely masks, and because of this, the library is his dream job. A quiet environment, tons and tons of books, and easy, repetitive tasks that he loses himself in make him feel right at home. He got the job as a shot in the dark, as the previous librarian was retiring due to age, and Luca needed some form of income after moving back in with his mother, who herself was struggling.

Lo and behold, he got the job, and the town loves him! He mostly works with the schools in the area, as none of them have their own libraries, so his regulars tend to be children between the ages of 5 and 12. Due to trauma, he tries to keep himself scarce if any teenagers happen to stop by, but they've gotten nicer over the years. The kids are his favorite, though. They think Mr. Tomlinson is the coolest guy on the planet! At first, the parents thought he was an asshole (resting bitch face, thanks autism), but they immediately fell in love with him too after just a few visits.

Luca loves being a role model for the various disabled kids he sees throughout the day. Autistic kids, kids in wheelchairs, kids with crutches, ADHD kids--he loves teaching them and their parents about what it means to be disabled, and how it should be embraced. He's even made a little shelf where educational books about disabilities are stored, just in case someone wants to learn something new.

Deep down, Luca's biggest dream is to have a child of his own, someone he can love and support to help them become the best version of themself that they can be. Being the town's librarian is the closest thing he's got so far, and he can't help but flap his hands when he thinks about how exciting his future's going to be.

Luca loves life, and you should, too.

(Admin is 17, uses he/they/it, and lives in EST. Asks are open!)

[alto-tenure]

a while ago I ran across a professor layton rgu au where Flora was in Anthy's role and it was based on the movie and like. while a lot of things were major red flags about the fic (namely the fact that it was an F/M ship) I am kinda obsessed with the concept of Rose Bride Flora. like, the depictions of abuse don't really line up but like. platonic conception of Fairytale Princess (gone awry).

and then I was like. you know what other pl game revolves heavily around fairytale symbolism and themes. the prince/princess/witch trichotomy fits with plvpw really well too. you could have like. knight-princess-witch instead. espella as princess-witch and eve trying to be the knight. however, rgu is still a story about systemic familial abuse and I really really like what it does with that theme but it's NOT as easy a show to AU-ify as one might think. (the tararose concept came to me bc there's already the implications and in some parts straight-up canon corresponding to the way the pieces fit together.)

[lamentfulwarbler]

Was meant to be writing and ended up doing a sketch thing for my au,,

For those who can’t read the text, it reads ‘Canonverse Chuuya’, and ‘Backstory Swap au Dazai’

Edit: attempted to space them out better bc tumblr killed the quality 💀

[ryutarotakedown]

okay i'm curious if this is just a me thing, so:

sorry for there not being a "none of these" option, new york times has exactly 10 games apparently. if you don't play any you should try some! only the full crossword (and spelling bee once you reach a certain level) are paywalled iirc, and some of them are really fun

[vyeoh]

Was told that my flower husbands art was "ambiguously romantic" so here are two guys being dudes 👍

Also this is for an Instagram DTIYS so yall can participate too if you want just tag me or something idk

CLICK FOR BETTER RESOLUTION

[identityarchitect]

hello all five blackwoodow enjoyers. me & @crabussy​ made a playlist. here u go

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0TjjZExVkV8tA3s3OI0odX?si=f4e4aa5031a84866

[leafatlaw]

Bitb fic where I just rewrite the podcast like this

//cw bird death

Then all of a sudden it stops.

Like a sink being turned off, the rain abruptly ends. The trio pause for a moment looking up, but with the downpour subsided, it’s safe to exit the car without fear of getting wet.

——-///

Rolan slowly walks after Kian, still shaken from his experience with the mushrooms. What he saw felt so real in the moment, but if the mushrooms were simply that then how could he-

Thud.

Rolan jumps, and quickly turns around to see what caused the noise. He didn’t see anything, maybe it was a falling branch, yeah that was it-

Thud. Thud.

Now facing it, Rolan watched as two black shapes fell from the sky onto the ground. The two made a sickening sound on impact, a cracking sound. Cautiously walking forward, Rolan looks down at what fell from the sky.

Two crows.

Two bloody managed birds, still identifiable, if only from the black feathers that surrounded them. Blood and visera surrounded them like a red halo. They were clearly dead- and Rolan almost renched at the way their mouths hung open.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud-

From behind, Rolan his front and sides, all around, like a poor immitation of a hailstorm, birds fell from the sky.

[equalseleventhirds]

quick disclaimer before fic: this is not meant to excuse or absolve melanie and georgie of outing jon; what they did was wrong and they should not have done it. instead it is an... examination of a character who is Maybe working some things out but, due to Internalized Issues, is harshly rejecting it both for herself and other people. (i’m aware i wrote something with the exact same FUCKING premise back when i was in the sh*rl*ck fandom dear god don’t read that linked fic it is from a deeply shameful time of fandom i only linked it as proof i did the same thing before. almost like i’m still working through the same stuff via writing fanfiction. hm.) (further discussion on THAT in post-fic notes; i wanted to keep it under the cut for personal reasons.)

furthermore: warning for discussion of sex (but not explicit depictions of sex), characters experiencing aphobia both internalized and not, mention of sexism wrt jobs, characters outing other characters without their consent (more than once, and more than just jon), and mention of consensual but unwanted sex (as in, consent was given, but the consenter did not enjoy it, and consented due to expectations).

- - -

It starts with: “I don’t, I, I usually can’t—Lately. I mean. Lately I can’t.” Melanie shuts her eyes so she won’t have to see Georgie, her hand on the sheets, judgment questions in her eyes. “Since I got—shot. It’s more difficult, is all.”

“Melanie—”

“You can still try,” she says, the words falling too fast, too panicked. “If you want, sometimes other people—and it’s fine! I’m always, it’s fine to try. Sometimes I do. I just might not. You know.”

“You might not orgasm,” Georgie finishes for her. It’s hard to tell how she’s feeling about it—until her fingers brush Melanie’s chin, turning her face up.

Reluctantly, Melanie opens her eyes, and then she’s glad she did. Because Georgie’s smiling, not a mocking smile, gentle. And they said this was just, just casual, just between friends (there’s too much going on with ghosts and the Institute and Georgie’s ex sleeping on her couch when he isn’t being kidnapped for it to be more than that), but Melanie’s glad Georgie is smiling.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Georgie says. She’s sitting up now, not lying almost-not-quite between Melanie’s legs anymore. She looks gorgeous, naked and cross-legged on that horrible mattress with a microfiber sheet wrapped around her shoulders, and Melanie wants to curl up in the sheet with her and eat the leftover pizza from earlier and fall asleep together with grease on their hands.

No. Focus. “It’s okay,” Georgie says again, gentler. “If you can’t right now. If you don’t want to. You certainly gave me a lovely orgasm—”

“—or three—”

“—yes, thank you, and if you’d rather just call it there, I’m not pushing it. As long as you enjoyed yourself.” She frowns, suddenly, glancing down at Melanie’s hands. “You… did enjoy yourself? I hope we didn’t—”

“I did!” She always does, when it’s other people coming, when she gets to be touching warm skin and watching someone fall apart. It’s… nice. “It’s just, you know. I got shot.”

(And isn’t that a convenient excuse, she sneers in her own head, and it sounds like Toni refusing to come back to the team, it sounds like the most sarcastic videos about her breakdown, it sounds like Elias. Isn’t it convenient that now you can blame your little problem on blood flow, or nerve endings, or stress. Never mind that you didn’t have those excuses a year ago. Or two years. Or back when you had a real girlfriend, and you always said yes but she got tired before—)

Georgie tucks a strand of hair behind Melanie’s ear. “Okay, good. If we, you know, try this again sometime? If you’re feeling better? Then I can try.” She stops, licks her lips, watches Melanie’s expression. “Or I can… not try, if you’d still prefer that. Later. You know. If.”

“I’m not—” And she’s rushing again, always rushing, she doesn’t even know if she and Georgie will ever—

“No, I know! It’s fine! But like—Look, this isn’t exactly new for me, you know? If that’s something you want. Something you don’t want. Or I, I’m saying it’s not a problem, if you do or don’t want me to make you come in the future, or even if you don’t want to have sex at all, I mean, when we were dating Jon didn’t—”

That’s where Georgie stops, as if talking about Jon is too much, as if she hasn’t been speaking Melanie’s secret insecurities out loud in bed like it’s something they can talk about, as if all of this hasn’t already been too much and too terrifying already.

Melanie stands up, grabs the comforter as a makeshift cloak (because Georgie has the sheet, and suddenly she isn’t sure she wants to share the sheet with her). “Right.”

“I’m just—I have a friend. Who you might talk to, if you wanted to talk about this.”

She steps away from the bed, towards the door. “Sure. Pizza? I’m hungry.”

-

The problem is, Melanie doesn’t much like Jon. He was such a dick about the Youtube thing, and about her statement, and about Sasha. And even though she knows (sort of) that part of it hadn’t been his fault, she still isn’t going to talk over her disinterest in sex with him. It’s mortifying. Even if he wasn’t her boss. And Georgie’s ex. And currently out of the Archives, anyway.

But she wants to talk to somebody, about Georgie’s words running around and around and around her head, about the sheer panic mixing with almost-relief and then the visceral no no no churning low in her stomach that had made it a struggle just to choke down her pizza. She wants to ask someone is this normal, am I allowed, is it even enough to be halfway to ‘not at all’ or should I just suck it up. She wants to talk that out desperately.

It’s just… she doesn’t have many friends left, after her whole fall from Youtube ghost hunter grace. She’s not going to ask Georgie about it, any more than Jon, although for pretty much the opposite reason. Who’s left? Her shiny new coworkers? Tim, who seethes and hates everything and everyone in the Archives? Martin, who’s still upset that Jon so much as spoke to her while he was on the run? Basira?

-

When Melanie met Sasha—the real Sasha, the one apparently no one but her even remembers—she’d been the only woman in the Archives. And Melanie had chatted with her about haunted pubs, and maximizing SEO, and how to talk to people who’d seen a white dog while they were drunk and thought it was a ghost. And about their jobs, of course, which led to both of them scoffing about the sexist bullshit of academia and how someone like Sasha could be just an assistant and the only woman on her team.

And then Elias hired Melanie to replace… the thing that replaced Sasha. Hired another woman to replace the only woman. You learn to see patterns from the kind of person who might say diversity the same way as toilet plunger: something necessary, but distasteful. Melanie was filling a role he needed filled, and she could live with that.

And then Basira.

Who wasn’t there because she wanted to be, of course, but was still there. Was still another woman in the boy’s club of terror they’d apparently signed on for. Could maybe, maybe, be someone Melanie could connect with. Someone she could talk to.

Maybe.

-

“Do you know if he and Jon ever…?”

“No clue, and not interested!” She’s laughing, about to just dismiss it out of hand, but… maybe. She can feel the questions she never asked Georgie, the words sharpening their claws on the edges of her mind. The no, not me, not allowed sinking in her gut.

“Although…” Make it light. Make it interesting. Make it about someone else. How to hook an audience without having a public breakdown and becoming a— “According to Georgie, Jon… doesn’t.”

It feels wrong as soon as she says it. Like she’s dirty. Like she’s lying. Like a thousand eyes are looking at her, watching her, waiting for more. Make it a story. Engage your audience. Like it’s 2013 in a convention hotel room and Pete just told everyone Don’t worry, Mel likes girls actually, and even though they were all fine about it that moment of sharpshock terror in her throat as they all looked—

“Like, at all?”

The one thing she never learned was how to stop talking. “Yeah.”

“Yeah, that does explain some stuff.”

And that’s… it, really. That does explain some stuff. Jon is a dick, has always been a dick, overfocused on work and not on other people, and that does explain some stuff. Right. Yes. Like her last girlfriend had told her, about all you do is work, I can’t even get you off. An explanation, just like she always knew it would be.

It doesn’t really matter. She has a boss to go kill.

-

“I think,” she says, slow, like every word is being dragged out of her, “that I might not like. Sex. As much as, you know, people do.”

“You’re a person,” her therapist says, firm, and she has to bite back a sarcastic laugh.

“Right. ‘Course.”

- - -

post-fic notes: i myself personally have previously identified as: heteroromantic gray-ace, heteroromantic ace, aroace, aro gray-ace, aro bi, bi, arospec bi, aro bi again, and aro bi but sex ambivalent. part of that has been natural progression and change; part of that was bcos some people i considered friends got very into aphobic discourse, and i internalized a lot of what they said. in recent months i have been examining my sex ambivalence (sometimes repulsion) and considering what that means about whether or not i am on the ace spectrum. i’m still thinking about these things. i’m still, deep down inside, afraid of the aphobic people i respected and cared about hearing about this.

in part i wrote this to work through some of My Own Shit regarding this. in part i wrote this bcos i will get my grubby little aspec hands (bcos regardless of anything else, i am aspec, whether that’s ace or aro) on every character i can. yes, even the ones who did an objectively shitty thing to jon, the one canonical ace character. bcos sometimes people (like me) internalize things and make mistakes.

[welcometogrouchland]

HEY I JUST HAD THE MOST BONKERS DREAM TANGENTIALLY RELATED TO TMA?

There was a lot going on the dream BUT the bit that's related to tma was essentially this:

I was looking through tma on spotify and realized I had a bunch of unplayed episodes I'd never listened to and went to check them out and uh.

The episodes were basically their own self-contained mini-arc with no relation to the plot? It lasted like ten episodes and the episodes were numbered like "48.6" to show it was part six of the story. I don't remember all the characters that were in them- I know jon was there and I think Sasha and martin might've made an appearance? It was really disorienting because I thought I'd somehow missed a big significant chunk of plot but nope. They were just there.

The mini-arc also had its own original villain? He was like a prissy rich guy trying to do something either illegal or supernatural, I can't remember. I think he was vaguely inspired by rudyard from wooden overcoats (since that's who he sounded like) and my second hand impression of bertie from rqg. But twinkified. I remember very little about him besides the fact that he threw tantrums when jon and/or Sasha refused to fall in love with him.

Anyway yeah. Psychoanalyze that one freud.

[nazumichi]

forgot I had a queue…..

[arvoze]

th xephos to go w this lalna + also the actual First Pic b4 i committed myself

nobody cares about the sojourners staff as much as i do

dont rb to rp blogs or tag as kin/me/id etc

uhh shit below th cut bc maintag will b uninterested (thers a lot of words sfjkhdg)

i fuckn love designing these bc thers so much shit i think abt

faux xephos (i guess thats what im gnna call thes guys instead so its not a blatant persona rip) is all abt xephos’ internal beliefs that he’s the best & The True Leader Who Everyone Should Basically Worship

in an ideal world hed be the first one to show up (and technically, he is), but he’s not fought - hes just. abandoned? like xephos just Runs Away. Not Interested. Have you Seen That Tihng It Will Kill Me

uhhh heres things that matter 2 me i guess

i very deliberately went for a military uniform bc uhhhh. its xephos dude

his uniform strongly resembles (see: i fucking stole it) a legitimate? military ranking system. i forgot to change th uniform because by the time i drew it i forgot it wasnt original

this uniform in particular means some rank thats “less than captain” or smth. the actual proper captains uniform would have been ideal, however, it required a cape-like fashion that was over the left shoulder; something i used for faux lalna’s design (COMPLETELY unintentionally)

also very strongly based off of my comment when the “updated” yogs skins first came out: i said som shit about how he looked like the nutcracker

his body works similar to sardonyx’s from su. i rly rly wanted him to be able to twist parts of his body 360 degrees (or more). so he’s got 3 main body segments: his head + torso, his..... other 2 arms, + his legs

the torch was replaced with the sojourners staff. the sojourners staff is a minecraft mod item that allows you to place torches from a distance - it was, generally, more fitting to the red/gold Aesthetic(tm) faux xephos has going on (also, i just love that item lmao)

his two swords should ALSO be similar to the “rift blade” from the dimensional doors mod (a personal favourite for a weapon xephos would have, and something a lot of ppl were into - xephos having a blade that would open up rifts in space). unfortunately i’m very lazy and don’t want to draw swords. if faux xephos attempted to open a rift in space (idk if i Want him to) he wouldnt be able to use it to transport HIMSELF since hes too big

he has wheels instead of feet because i said so 

some stuff abt the dungeon hes in

ADDITIONALLY, if faux xephos was ever paired w faux honeydew (which im debating), it’d be very similar to this part of ck9c’s “you can’t hide” (the following 45 seconds)

its dark. its Very Dark.

it’s like a large maze (or a labyrinth? is that the word). you basically need to navigate in the dark. ok

a lot of the dungeons are maze-like anyways in the sense that... DUNGEONS .. but xephos’ is a lot smaller in comparison . because you keep getting lost

hwho fucking knwos what its littered with. who knwos what you fight . i havent gotten to sub-monsters yet let me Live

i havent thought this far ahead

encountering faux xephos is like .. instead of fighting, i guess, u gotta Run The Fuc Away. he will tear the fuc through hallways and chase you down to kill u. he will deliberately remove any lights tht exist so u cant get away. he will also probably put lights down to fuck w you. i really havent thought this far ahead. help me

i guess like? finding faux xephos is lke .. the first encounter is Very Early and you wont fight him. ull just run. but much later youll come back to defeat him . Much Later. until then hes just in his dungeon. crying over how perfect he is probably

UH ALSO design notes 4 faux lalna since i didnt put thm anywhere

very deliberately mannequin-like due to the “there’s a lot of clones” shit

a cape-like labcoat covers his left arm because, when it reaches a certain point in his boss battle, it will tear away/be removed to reveal an amalgamation of lalnan(?) mannequins . body horror warning in the link but think of the rimmer monster except it’s w lalnas

the faux lalna (non monster) design very deliberately resembles the original lalna skin (whatever it was in tekkit etc)

uhhh thts all i love this au and i wish i could create more story-driven content for it