#don't feel obligated to respond

[solbound]

@phantasiiae ( count )

Soleil hummed softly in response as he put away his tools. Now satisfied with his work. He hadn't played with makeup in a long while. It was nice to know that he wasn't as rusty as he thought. He'd given Zack a subtle glamorous look. With blush, dark lashes, and a dusty brown to make Zack's beautiful skyblue pop. Along with a small smattering of shimmery glitter. And a little bit of gloss to soften his lips.

"I spent an entire year living in Wall Market. I stumbled my way into the drag queen community there and they taught me how to do makeup and hair." Said said with fondness in his tone. Sometimes he really missed his friends and wondered how they were. "I then just kinda always dressed up and immersed myself in the style of dress. It helped hide who I was, since I really didn't want to be found at the time."

Soleil reached out then, taking hold of both of Zack's hands to pull him up, then dragged him towards the bathroom with a wide grin on his face.

"Come look. You look absolutely devastating. Next we'll have to find you something nice to wear to match."

[destinationtoast]

🐈💔

I'm sad to report that Little Kitty Fantastico, aka "Tico," passed away earlier this week, at age 9, after a heart failure. He died at home, surrounded by love and cuddles.

He was such a good and beloved little guy. He was bonkers for lettuce & other greens, and he absolutely could not be trusted around salads. His skills included perching atop walls and keeping watch on everything below. Like his sisters, he was long and had arms that went on forever. He was usually both the goofiest and the floofiest of all his sibs, especially when he was begging for belly rubs.

He was exceptionally sweet and snuggly. (Especially with Winter, who is very sad now. 😿) We will miss him so much.

[smilingmxsk]

Continued from [x]

"Tch, good! Means we're on even ground den.~"

She was wondering when she'd eventually be caught by the 'fabled Batman' of Gotham City. Truthfully, she'd heard a lot about him through word of mouth. About his hypervigilance, persistence, perseverance... his inability to mind his own damned business as a detective type.

Margaret planted her bat behind herself with a soft 'plink' to lean on casually. Her job was already done for this night. This guy was just walking in on the cleaned up aftermath. Though she did wonder if he'd notice the small bit of gore smeared on her weapon in the dim alleyway lights. He was supposed to be a sharp one, right?

"I'll cut to th' chase n' say dat I know exactly who y' are. Y' name's on these streets constantly. Kinda hard not t' eventually ask who th' hell 'Batman' is an' why everyone's so damn scared ov' 'im.

So... what's ya damage tonight, Bats? Y' takin' a stroll or lookin' t' stick your nose where it don't belong? I got places t' be."

@cxpedcrusxder

[entirelysein-e]

Please don't go to my moots asking where i am / if I'll be back 🥹

I said I'm not doing okay and that I need time for myself right now and I kindly ask to respect that.

The mental health isn't mental healthing and living with bpd next to a chronic depression is hell on most days. The good days are rare atm so I need to focus on myself in order to help myself to feel better. I'm in no state to be on here and act all happy and cheerful when I contemplate admitting myself to the hospital just to stay alive a little while longer.

Next to that we have a family situation with my mom in a critical condition and I'd like to be there for my family and help where I can.

I don't want pity or anything I just thought I let you know what's really going on behind the scenes since it's apparently necessary to ask numerous mutuals when I'll be back and what not just because I haven't been online for 3 days.

As of now I don't know when I'll be back. A lovely mutual of mine will come visit in 2 weeks and we move right after. Maybe I'll be back next week, maybe in a month. Perhaps I'll just pop in for 2-3 days and disappear again. Please be patient with me, I'm trying my best to heal.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[grimowled]

;psa: it's always ok to start multiple things with me, regardless of how many threads we already have going on. never feel obligated to reply in a certain order, or reply at all to ongoing stuff if you are not feeling it at any moment!

[steakout-05]

kinda fucked up that every social invitation to infodump from autistic communities feels like a lie or that it's specifically designed to exclude me from that invite. "feel free to infodump!!" gets processed in my head as "if i say anything i will be ignored or ridiculed or mocked and generally face backlash for not being autistic in the "correct" socially acceptable way therefore i am not included in this statement and will just stay silent as everyone else gets to say stuff. after all the only safe place to infodump is in my own little space", no matter how safe the space actually is. alien amongst aliens so to speak

[meadowlarksabove]

Peeling fruit for - @caesaremvehis

There were fresh fruits placed on the table. Another perplexing sign of luxury decorating a space which had only yesterday been used as their war room. With them were pitchers of water, a modest assortment of wines, and trays of meat which disguised the smell of fire and metalwork with different aromas of levity. The maps which they had used the night before had also been rolled out of the way to make room for a tapestry of Mother Ceres, and another of Mars. 

Caesar had sat at the head of the table, naturally, just at the foot of his divine Father. But after an hour or so of enjoying the festivities had to excuse himself on some official business. Another headache most likely, though no one dared think it, and desperate to keep their thoughts elsewhere, his officials decided to mask the absence with a quick exchange of seats. At which point, Vulpes moved to lead the front, taking Gabban with him beneath the red god. 

Conversation resumed after that, with little comment on the war, but of different recollections of home instead. Some from the southern rim, others closer to New Mexico, and all of them shared their first impressions of the growing city of Flagstaff with varying levels of praise. 

It seemed to Gabban, then peeling the fruits for his princeps, that their sycophancy was more pronounced than usual, exaggerated to an absurd degree. Even without their Caesar present, the imposition of an implied authority was still at play, and moved them like mongrels dressed with civility. Sniffling, whining, and pawing at a master that wasn't even there anymore. A kind of ridiculous servility which must have long distorted the men of their memories into the beasts of burden sitting at present. Himself included. 

No amount of learned politeness, however, could have disguised the predator tick of their heads as the doors swung open and all of them snapped at attention. Nor could Vulpes hide his displeasure at recognizing the young Legate and the arrival of their loyal men. The seating arrangements would have to change once more, but the fox, either annoyed or put off from the celebration with this interruption, decided it was best to leave in that instance. Better to abscond than admit weakness. Gabban began to stand until he felt the hand of his master on his shoulder. 

Sede et audi. 

They shared a brief glance, and he moved no more. Instead, he readjusted himself in his chair and waited for the rest of the men around him to take their places. Gabban had the useful, and awkward, advantage of ranking higher than the added troops and lower than the young official now forced to his left. For this reason, he was being used as a convenient spy by his dominus. He’d thought of refusing them, or of persuading Vulpes of some other scheme. But the conspiracies played between flanking authorities were not his to criticize, only obey. 

The Legate settled down, and discussion resumed despite the obvious tensions felt among the soldiers. Though with time, and with wine, that would soon be forgotten. Gabban for his part took to peeling the fruit once more, now placing them neatly on the plate of the new lead of their party.

[cxpperhead]

"You'll be surprised how bad I can hurt you if you try anything stupid."

He's not kidding. There's a dull crack as Copperhead realigns his lower jaw, snapping it back into place after a punch or three had dislocated it. A quick yawn ensures nothing had been permanently damaged but he does not attempt to bite the man again. Had Copperhead been born an ordinary human, he had no trouble believing he'd be nursing a broken jaw right about now, and understood this was no ordinary foe he was dealing with. "So I can imagine. You must be the one they call the Punisher." He responds calmly, eyeing the iconic skull emblazoned across the other man's chest. Copperhead supposes he should be grateful all he's gotten so far is a punch to the face - the things he'd heard about this man and what he did to his enemies could turn anybody's blood cold. Still, that didn't mean he'd simply give in. Copperhead had a job to do and couldn't afford to waste precious time and energy playing cat and mouse with the vigilante when a contract was still alive. The end of his tail gropes around blindly, slitted eyes fixated on that of his foe's while the end of his tail slowly wraps around the leg of a nearby wooden chair.

"But you must understand I've got no quarrel with you. You've got bigger fish to catch in this city." Copperhead remarks before the chair goes flying, in an attempt at forcing an opening between himself, Frank Castle and the closest exit.

[jellicle-chants]

fyi i got sick like yesterday so you are ALL obligated to be nice to me until i feel better

[junebiologist]

My therapist says

I should talk more

So

I'll talk here

...

I miss Dave.

This year was my first birthday without him

Ever since

His death.

Oh, Dave

I wonder

If we never played that game

Would he

Would he still be here?

Oh

...

Wow

What would he think of me now

I just know

He'd say something stupid

To try and cheer me up

But

He's not here

Is he?

...

Death really is permanent, huh?

[oh-hools]

valentibners thoyghts yesterday: i love my girlfrebd and i wish i wasn't so sleepy all the time

[medicinemane]

Sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy

You have... very very very very very very very very smart people you know, and they're say something that not only isn't true, but literally is as opposite of the truth as it's possible to be... and you'll... gently inform them "hey, it's actually a bit more like this" and then they just kinda... go on saying literally the exact same thing

I'm not sure if it's just that... I often feel like I must be very bad at communicating, or people must just not notice/ignore a lot of what I say, but... I don't know

Like dearest friend, you've said something as absurd as... I don't know, it's hard to say without saying it, but honest to god about as absurd as saying the United States was a part of the USSR, that level of completely getting it backwards

...and it just doesn't seem to matter when I try to explain it... I legit don't even know if you read what I said

Really end up feeling like I'm going nuts sometimes

[amorxsomnia]

@byanyan liked for a starter!

The incense that burned throughout the pet shop could nullify most odors but there was one that remained particularly pungent, enough for D to be able to pick up on it. The animals already knew; birds and beasts alike had become agitated, feathers and fur standing up on end as they hissed, growled and whined at the strange smell in the air. "Now now, settle down. I'm sure whoever it is doesn't mean us any harm." D coaxed, his voice low and soft as he ruffled T-chan's fur. T-chan, the young totetsu who in his animal form resembled an odd lamb with fangs and claws grumbled as he grumpily settled in D's arms and allowed himself to be carried while Q-chan chittered away, leading the way down the maze of corridors where their guest must have ventured down to... And that would not do. Who knows what they'd cross paths with in their injured state. D sniffed, the scent of fresh blood growing stronger as he turned the corner to see a young person, another asian to be precise. They were certainly bloodied up, though how much of it was another person's blood and how much was their own had yet to be determined. "And here I was about ready to lock up for the night. No matter though, you're quite welcome to stay if you need to lie low for a little while. I do insist on helping you treat any wounds however, mind you. It's causing quite a stir amongst my animals." T-chan growled again but D merely smiled and set him down, apparently satisfied there was nothing to worry about. He did not approach the newcomer just yet however, rather extending an arm towards them slowly as though he were dealing with a wild animal ready to snap at a moment's notice.

"Or, you could leave if you've decided you've taken a wrong turn. It's really up to you what you prefer."

[alittledizzy]

I hope one day you can look back at this period and recognize how much you wasted your time. Dnf already peaked long before you had your eyes on this fandom and they are never coming back. I’m not sure how you can continue to create content when the party is fully over, and has been, for at least 2 years now.

As someone who religiously read your fics when I was a phannie it’s sad to see you spend your talents on a man who groomed his teenage fans. You are involved with some seriously deranged people. You’re old enough to realize that this is wrong. Get help soon.

This feels like a bait ask, but I'm going to go ahead and respond to a couple of points:

You're conflating the fun of shipping something with the need for it to be reality. I can decide I want to write fic for people that haven't been in the same room for thirty years and if it's fun to me, it's just as valid as two people who are actually together. But even setting that side, your take is weird as hell because they literally live together. The fact that their previously long distance friendship that happened almost entirely online is less online now that they live in the same house shouldn't shock anyone, and it isn't a reflection of their closeness.

You're presuming a lot about the personal lives of real people that you don't know. I'm not saying I know Dream and George are a couple, because that's not something I have enough insight into to be able to say one hundred percent. But on the same note you can't presume to know for sure what is or isn't between two people you also don't know.

Dream did not groom anyone. It is categorically untrue. There were three accusations made against him; two of them were almost immediately retracted and the people making the accusations admitted they were lying. The third made an accusation that they sexted three weeks before her 18th birthday, but has been unable to provide any proof of anything except polite, completely non-sexual conversation between them. On top of he evidence strongly pointing toward that not happening, a 21/22 year old dryly texting an eighteen year old over a period of a couple of months is not grooming, and to try and reframe what grooming is just hurts actual victims of it.

Joining internet witch hunts and believing anonymous burner accounts with no proof that dox the people they're claiming are victims just shows a lack of critical thinking skills on your part. So if you genuinely believe any of the above, then I'm glad you enjoyed my fics in the past but I strongly recommend just unfollowing and blocking me.