#edit: now 21 in my time zone :)

[luuxxart]

a spare yosk for @gay-yosuke ‼️‼️ my good best dude is 21 so pls go shower him w the best of the birthday wishes ‼️‼️🎂🥳🎉🎉🎉‼️

[jisungsbff01]

.like i need you.6.

...pairing…Chan x reader

...w.c... 1.5k

...genre…slice-of-life, college au!

...warnings...swearing

...characters...Y/N, (OC) Lilith, (OC) June mentioned, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Chan

...synopsis...No one ever really knows what they wanna do in their 20s, but Y/N has always known what she was going to do. So, she began the journey to her dream and is so close to reaching it with no distractions at all. Until she is thrown into a project with Hyunjin, a fellow senior in college, and he introduces her to a few of his friends...connecting with one in particular...

Her whole plan is soon thrown off the track she’s had it on for 21 years….

A/N: This chapter has not been edited yet!

Sorry about the shorter chapter, but the next one will definitely be longer 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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The kiss started slow, just like how it did the night before. Nothing was rushed, and god was it amazing. As we both started wanting more, he pushed me against the kitchen counter and bit my lip; it could’ve been hard enough to make me bleed, but I really couldn’t care less. I was on cloud nine right now. His breathing was heavy, his hands pushing and pulling me to the way he wanted…needed me. I felt more in this moment than with any other guy I’ve been with.

He grunted once I slid my hand under the collar of his shirt and gripped onto the muscle just between his shoulder blades, in return, he grabbed onto my thighs and hoisted me onto the counter. He pulled me to the edge, molding our bodies together and there was no way we could get any closer. Yet, I wanted to be.

“Y/N.” He whined out.

I hummed in response.

“Y/N”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, wake the hell up!”

I wake up from the dream I would much rather occupy my time at the moment and give a go-to-hell look to my best friend.

“You have to get up, Felix texted June; you’re supposed to meet Hyunjin today at noon.” Lilith snapped at me.

I drag a hand down my face, realizing how hot it was in the apartment, “Is the AC out again? I’m sweating horribly.”

She sputters out a laugh, “No, the air is fine, it might’ve been that hot little dream you were having…on the couch of all places, shame on you, you little freak.”

My face flushes for sure, “Uhm, what? What are you talking about?”

She crossed her arms, revealing her tanned stomach slightly, “Girl, unless you were running a marathon on your dream, there is no way you weren’t having a sex dream. No one breathes that fast in REM and the amount of squirming you were doing, yeah no way…. Who was it with? I feel like being nosy this morning.”

I zone out for a moment, processing what I really was dreaming about…and she definitely wasn’t wrong. I might as well have been having a sex dream.

About Chris.

And we kissed last night.

Do I know how to feel about it?

No, no I don’t.

All these thoughts flood through my brain as I wrestle with myself before I find my voice, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

That raises even more questions for my red-haired friend, “Ah, ah, ah…now I really gotta know. Was it Chris?”

My silence is an answer in itself.

“It was! Oh, Jisung owes me money!” She drags out our cheeky friend.

I give in, “Okay, yes, it was-it doesn’t mean anything. It was just a dream…after we…”

I trail off, realizing that I haven’t had a chance to tell her or June that we kissed…well…more like made out.

“After you..” She pauses, “Y/F/N, what did you do? Okay, so after you and Hyunjin get finished with whatever you need to do, we are having a girl’s night. You, me, June, and later if they behave the kids are coming out with us. We haven’t all really been out together yet. But, us three apparently need to have a discussion, you are hiding something and we are getting it out of you tonight.”

I nod, knowing there is no way I am going to find a way out of this. Once Lilith sets her mind to something, it is nearly impossible to change it.

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Hyunjin meets me at the bus stop close to the dance studio, greeting me formally. His hands are in the pocket of his overcoat, matching my slower pace, “So I saw Chris this morning.”

I feigned disinterest, “Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm, oddly enough, he was in such a good mood this morning.”

“Good, I know he’s been stressed lately.”

“Yeah, he has been, but I asked him why he was in a peachy little mood.”

I stopped in my tracks, looking directly up into my friend’s eyes, “And?”

“And he told me the two of you may or may not have kissed when he dropped you off.”

“Uhm, what?”

“Kissed. Smootched. Swapped spi-”

I interrupt him with a string of blabbers, “Okay, I get it, ugh…why’d you have to put it that way?”

He shrugged his broad shoulders, “You seemed like you didn’t understand what I was trying to say, so I listed off other words for it so you could.”

I facepalm myself and we continue walking into the studio. We sit down and he shows me his final product of his end of the project that was submitted and performed for his class. I watch on his computer as his body moves effortlessly in the waves he has practiced. Every move he drew out was precise and just…art. The way his body moved just perfectly with the song I was so insecure about made me think that maybe it wasn’t as bad as I kept trying to convince myself.

I commend him on his performance and ask when he was supposed to get his feedback and final grade.

“The professor said they were going to go back over all the footage and write out detailed notes and that we would get them after the break.”

“I wonder if all the instructors are getting together on the break or something because mine said the same thing about the composing end of it.” I added.

“Could be, I mean, there aren’t that many submissions due to it being groupings, so they might be really detailed about it.”

We talked amongst ourselves for an hour about various topics before I brought up the plans for tonight, letting him know that they were all invited.

“I’m assuming since Lilith wants to have “girl-time” I’m concluding that you haven’t told them what happened with Chris?” He asks boldly.

“No, I just don’t know how to bring it up. I mean, I’m sure Lilith has a feeling-if she doesn’t already know because she grilled me this morning.”

“God you’re lucky…” he trails off, realizing what he stated out loud.

“Hyun, you’re drooling a little.” I motion for him to wipe the corner of his mouth teasingly.

“Hey, I am not ashamed of the feelings I have for that woman she is…” he trails off again, “she just…ugh, I don’t even have words.”

“Talk about pussy-whipped,” I hear from behind me at the entrance of the room, “this is all I hear about when you three aren’t around.”

Jisung is walking in, one hand pulling the zipper of his oversized hoodie and the other is pulling off his beanie as he teases his roommate. Felix is beside him with a drink carrier of coffee. Jisung was the one to speak first out of the pair.

“Yeah, and the other quarter of us is no better.” Felix voices from beside him, handing the two of us each a coffee. I thank him and take a drink, enjoying the sweet taste and loving the bitter aftertaste even more.

‘Oh, they can’t be that bad, guys.” I add to the conversation.

“Y/N, if you could spend just an hour in our shoes, you would pity the two of us, we perish in whiny roommates. And it is your fault…well sort of.” Jisung laughs from his belly as he sips on his drink.

Hyunjin brings up the plans for tonight and the newcomers are eager to go, stating that they need it after the stress of their finals started to get to them. I understood that with everything in me, still exhausted from the panic attack I experienced the day before. Somehow all three of the guys got word of the situation between Chris and me, which Felix gladly brought up.

“Yeah, Jisung owes several people some money now, so Y/N, thank you for your contribution to the Felix fund.” Felix winks in my direction gratefully.

“I do have a question for you, though.” Jisung begins.

I raised my brows in response, indicating to him that I was ready for said question.

“What does this mean for you guys? Like, was it a one-time thing? Are you dating? Do you even know?”

Yikes…I hadn’t even thought about it in all honesty. Not like that.

Before I could get a word out about it, Chris walks in.

Did everyone just decide to gather today?

So I just keep my mouth shut and change the subject.

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[justafriend-ql]

times never let me go said: happy pride! 🏳️‍🌈 (part 3)

final installment by popular request 3 people and my will to procrastinate (see part 1 and part 2)

narrow hallways - our community's biggest and most underappreciated ally

2. nuengdiao ordering palm to be his friend right after insulting him this is the bitchy emo twink representation we deserve

3. palm's brain fully shutting down when nueng brings his fingers to his neck

4. (watching your father cut a man's finger off in your living room) yes, the horrors are indescribable, but you've got to serve

5. have you ever been cockblocked by a roti sai mai seller

6. the scene going a full 10 shades darker when nueng agrees to dance with ben we have entered the twilight zone

7. nueng looking palm up and down not once, not twice, but three times

8. photos taken seconds before disaster

9. nueng vowing to strike fear into the hearts of homophobes everywhere

10. mam's gaydar going off like crazy

11. alexa play 'you're sexy, i'm sexy' by eric nam

12. friendly reminder that at this point palm has seen nueng have several emotional breakdowns, willingly poison himself with alcohol, throw up off the side of a boat, and call palm his running dog like palm get upppp

13. you heard it here first folks #bebravebeyou

14. mam asking about how palm feels and him admitting that it felt good to kiss nueng I LOVE THIS SONG

15. thank you for your service pond

16. the face ben pulls when chopper says he's never been ben's type (he will ask chopper out in approx. 2 minutes)

17. mam accepting nueng as her son-in-law 🥺

18. "you can do it as much as you want" sir this is a public retail store have some decorum

19. palm's face when nueng takes off his shirt so he can join him in the tub LMAO in the midst of his grief there was suddenly powerful lust

20. spiderman pointing meme (gay cousin edition)

21. stream 'smile please' by the cast of my school president for clear skin

22. get fucking wrecked ben men aren't shit

23. kiss. his. little. cheekie!!

24. you are so stupid we are about to fuck in my office

25. who's going to tell him

26. chopper: "i think nueng will need a lot of energy for palm" ben's reaction to that information:

27. people died

28. historians will say they were very good friends

29. established gays coaching the baby gay <3

30. "you are two men dating each other. that's already hard enough. your love is impossible in this lifetime. you always have to hide your relationship. it's impossible for you to get married and start a family. you need to be reborn. things may be better at that time." and in palm and nueng's present lifetime it's the same DO YOU HEAR WHAT JOJO IS SAYING

🇹🇭 MARRIAGE EQUALITY NOW 🇹🇭

[chrispykreme16]

🖤Welcome! 🖤

Alright, I'm not too good with introductions, so I'll get right into it x) Welcome to my art blog!

I'm Chris, I'm 21 on my way to 22 years old, I use she/they pronouns I've been drawing since 2017, and I consider myself an average artist. I'm not drawing for likes, attention and fame, I do it for my own pleasure and fun!

...some people may have known me as "Kuri-pomme" or "Kuri-ringo", so yes in case you wonder if it is the same person, yes it is me <x)

🖤What to expect from me?🖤

Well, as I've mentionned it earlier, this is an art blog, so I will simply post my own drawings and doodles here ^^

I'm mostly drawing Kirby Gijinkas (both my own and friends' ones), or my original characters, but if motivation strikes me hard I can sometimes leave my comfort zone and draw characters I rarely draw but as I said: rarely x)

I like Kirby (mostly gonna post drawings related to the Kirby universe), Hi-Fi Rush, Sailor Moon, Pizza Tower, VOCALOID, so this gives you an idea of the things I like :"D I also draw OCxCanon (...it's actually what I draw MOST of the time x))

🖤Rules of my blog🖤

Aaaaaalllllright, now for the rules.....

-You can ask anything but nothing too weird or too sexual. I may be an adult, but if you're being a weirdo or a pervert, I'll block you.

-If ANY of my lore or headcanons upsets you, just block me. Don't waste your time sending your hurtful opinions to me, I'll just ignore you and block you.

-I have comfort ships, yes. So if my comfort ship has Character A and Character B together but you prefer Character A with Character C, that's fine, but do NOT shove it down my face, it will make me uncomfortable.

-Any questions about me, my characters, Kirby Gijinkas, and etc are welcome, as long as you respect all the rules above!

...Alright that's enough for this intro x) I'll probably edit more as time passes but for now I'll leave it this way. Once again, welcome and I hope you enjoy my content!

[daddyplasmius]

this is let grief do its work, a fic (currently unedited rip) I started as a kind of sister fic to hand on my stupid heart, another fic I'd written earlier and uh. yeah. you guessed it. haven't finished. I'm working on this on the side, Flying Over the Pit of Death + its sister fic & my original novels being my main focuses right now. I will most likely continue lgdiw sometime in the future, it just isn't my main priority. Like all of my fics, this idea is free for anyone to take & run with. if/when I finish this fic, the edited version will go on ao3. For context: this is just a prologue of sorts, depicting vaguely what is happening on the human side of the Portal the month after the Accident. On Danny's side, he's been chillin' in the Ghost Zone, where he ended up after half-dying, believing he's fully dead (he's not) & only realized he's still alive after it was too late for him to tell everyone what happened cuz like, awkward & embarrassing lol. HOMSH takes place a year later, when things come to a head. I feel it's important to reiterate that, although Danny isn't actually dead, the characters think he is & act accordingly. okay author's infodump note complete, fic under a readmore

“when they first go, let yourself think every selfish, no-good, dirty, angry, filthy, horrible thought. let the waves of anger wash through you. let grief do its work.” ーCaitlyn Siehl; Grief Counseling

On the first day, Sam had thought that, maybe, Danny was just busyーtoo busy to answer their texts, and their calls, and everything else. But then Tucker called her. It was a horrible game of telephone at first. Danny’s parents told Jazz, who told Tucker, who told Sam, and that’s how the communication went for two days until she and Tuck had enough.

They went to FentonWorks, the big, ugly building on the corner of Mockingbird and Cedar, and were surprised to find no one home at all. Not even Jazz. And, for the first time since they’d known the Fentons, the doors were locked. And when they tried to talk to Jazz later, they would find that they’ve officially filed a police report.

ー

Danny Fenton is missing. The last time Sam talked to him she was making fun of him, for being too scared to go check out the Fentons’ new Ghost Portal. She knew he was freaked out by stuff like thatーby ghosts. Now she doesn’t know if she’ll ever see him again.

There’s just no way. He can’t be gone. She literally saw him on Saturday. His empty seat in homeroom on the first day of school is the thing that does it. There’s this gap in the desks where he should be, but he’s not. Like he’s already haunting her.

It makes her sick. Everythingーeverything in her head, everything she knows. Despite what Dash and his asshole friends say, Danny wouldn’t run away. And the longer a person is missing, the more likely it is that they’reー

Sam doesn’t wait for the bell. She leaves Tucker in homeroom, goes straight to the bathroom, and wipes her face down in the sink, water turning black. Suddenly, everything macabre, everything dark and creepyーit just disgusts her.

She goes home early. No one even says anything, not the school, not her parents, not Tucker. Alone in her room, Sam starts to shake. She sobs once, something seething just under her skin. She stalks over to the wall where most of her horror movie posters are taped and starts tearing them down, one by one.

ー

Danny Fenton has been missing for a week, and Tucker, staring at the sweater his best friend forgot at his house, laid across his computer chair, thinks he’s starting to feel it.

Opening his phone, he feels it again. Looking at his texts, he feels it again, and again, and again.

Saturday • 4:47 p.m. Danny Phantom: xD Danny Phantom: not playing tonight, ghost portal opening night 👻 Danny Phantom: can play tmrw tho Too Fine: hell ya txt u then Danny Phantom: 👍 Sunday • 10:20 a.m. Too Fine: yo still up 4 doomed Too Fine: dued Too Fine: dude* Too Fine: you there Sunday • 10:21 a.m. Too Fine: txt me when you wanna play Sunday • 11:58 a.m. Too Fine: you up?

Tucker lets his phone fall on his bed. He doesn’t bother checking in with Sam. She’s been out of school and ignoring him for the last three days. It’s almost been a week sinceー

He gets up and stumbles to his chair. He sits down, careful not to mess up Danny’s NASA hoodie. Tucker turns on his desktop, types in his password, checks his emails. He messes around for as long as he can before he literally cannot take it anymore. He just can’t ignore it.

God. His best friend is gone. Is he coming back? Is heー

It’s like something inside his chest cracks. Without thinking, he pulls the NASA hoodie into his lap, and then over his head. It’s been here too long. It still has that smell of ozone and copper on it, though.

Tucker leans back in his chair and stares at the wall.

ー

Danny was home. That’s the thing. The last time Jazz saw him, he was inside the house, and she never saw him leave. He must have, at some point. She has no idea why, or for what, but he must have. It’s the only rational explanation. Danny left. Something happened. He never came home.

She feels the panic rising, gripping her throat again. She puts the candle down on the bleachers. Wipes her face. Whoever is speaking to the crowd of students holding vigil is a mess of white noise in her ears. It doesn’t help. It should and it doesn’t. A lot of things are the opposite of what Jazz knowsーthought they are.

She almost wishes it had just happened at home, been a little less drawn out.

As soon as it pops into her head, she feels sick, disgusted at herself.

But no one goes missing this long and lives. A very small percentage do. And if it had been some accident in the lab, like she always feared would happen, at least they’d have a body to mourn. At least they would know.

ー

Sam’s parents pretend they aren’t happy. They have to look worried, grieving, because what would the neighbours think if they didn’t? She can see through it, unlike them. They always hated the Fentons. They always hated Danny. They always hated Sam’s fascination with the macabre.

Well. They got what they wanted.

It’s like he’s in everything. She isn’t even looking for him, and he’s still there, still everywhereー

Sam rubs her eyes on her sleeve before she can properly cry. There’s no body. He could still come back. A month is a lot, but he could stillーhe could show up. Someone could find him alive. He could be alive.

Her parents look at her from across the lavish, stupidly large, solid wood table. She should know what type of wood it is but it’s like the information is behind a fogbank. She can see the silhouette. She just can’t make it out. Mom places her cutlery down neatly, dabs her mouth with a cloth napkin, and clears her throat.

“Sammy-kins…” She starts, and the rage inside Sam bubbles up like lava bursting through rock. “There’s been… We…”

She looks to the side for help, from dad. He looks incredibly awkward for a moment before turning to Sam with an expression she hasn’t seen since grandpa died.

“Saman… Sam.” He says, simply, slowly, and the lava in Sam’s gut turns cold, and heavy. “They’ve found evidence that has given them reasons to believe that… your friend is gone.” He’s never spoken this softly. Ever. His voice is barely audible above the blood rushing in her ears. “They’ve called off the search.”

ー

Tucker didn’t expect nightmares. He wakes up and he panic-cries into his pillow and hopes to whatever god or deity is listening that ghosts in dreams aren’t real. He can’t explain the fear. Everything is incredibly normal, more normal than his dreams ever have been, and then Danny walks in.

He would give anything for this to happen, right now, in real life. He’s afraid, though. In his dreams, a sheer terror overcomes him. He can’t get away fast enough. He can still hear his own voice echoing in his head. “You’re dead! You’re dead!”

It’s a wrongness he can’t quite graspーor doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to be afraid of his best friend. Tucker wants him back so badly. But his brain knows the truth, even if Tuck is digging his heels in and refusing to budge.

Someone knocks on his door, and he tenses.

“Tucker, sweetie? It’s…” Mom takes a deep breath. “It’s time to go.”

He grits his teeth and shoves his face into his pillow so hard he can’t get air. He stays like this until he can’t. He gets up.

Tucker walks across the floor like a zombie, barely aware of what he’s even doing. He manages to put on the suit his mom put out for him yesterday, and goes downstairs. He refuses breakfast. The three of themーmom, dad, Tuckerーgo out to the car, and drive to his best friend’s funeral.

ー

Jazz stares at the closed casket. There’s a pair of police officers out of uniform, or maybe detectives, standing in the corner by the photo album laid out on a table looking haunted. Aunt Alicia, uncharacteristically wearing a plain, black dress, sits with mom and dad at the other side of the room. Jazz stares at the casket and she tries to imagine that it’s not empty. That it isn’t making her scream inside with the frustration of it all. Her baby brother is gone. They couldn’t even find him. And probably never will. Because that’s how these things end.

Tucker walks into the room. Dark bags circle his unfocused eyes. His parents are right behind him, his father’s hand on his shoulder. Tucker looks at the casket. He turns away, catching sight of Jazz, and when his parents break off to meet hers, Tucker walks over.

He picks at his sleeves. Says nothing. Jazz tries to pick at the grief counseling she knows she’s studied for fun, but finds herself falling short.

She doesn’t see Sam or Mr. and Mrs. Manson walk in, but suddenly they’re there as well, smiling tightly and giving their condolences to Jazz’s parents. Sam doesn’t walk over. She stands in a corner and stares at a wall with purpose.

Jazz breathes slowly, willing her heart to stop pounding. She counts the stages she can see in front of her.

Too much Acceptance, all from strangers who never even knew him personally. She glances at Dash Baxter, tugging on his tie and looking annoyed. She can feel Anger in her. But also Denial. Bargaining. Depression.

And somehow, Acceptance, too.

They’re not stages. She never really got that before. You feel them all at once, all the time, and they don’t go away. The intensity changes, turning from a background hum to bright bursts of emotion at any little reminder.

She looks at Tucker out of the corner of her eye. She wonders if he’s feeling that way too. Being bombarded by the stages of grief in a way no one prepared them for. Is this why mom and dad never let them get any pets? Besides Danny’s gerbil, which promptly disappeared before she could even get used to the rodent’s smell. What happened to it? Was it rehomed, or is its body still somewhere around the house, unfound, unlooked for?

The stages start over, skipping between Depression, Anger, Denial, the emotions falling over themselves. She wished the cops would leave.

Not soon enough, it’s over. The funeral home employees usher them out, the rooms and halls now empty. The drive home is simultaneously the longest and shortest ever. She stares up at the brick and all she wants to do is sleep. She heads inside intending to do just that.

She takes her shoes off at the door. Mom and dad take off their jacks and move to settle in the living room. Mom is holding a tissue to her eye. Jazz hesitates for just a moment.

Should she do something? She feels like she should do something, anything. She wants to suggest therapy. She’s afraid to open her mouth, though. Jazz can feel the blame on the back of her tongue, ready to spill out. That would be the worst thing for her to do, and she doesn’t know if she has the strength to hold it back, because for fucks sake, if they just watched their children, this wouldn’t have happened.

Jazz turns to the stairs and starts climbing them. She doesn’t get halfway before she’s blinded by drywall dust and knocked off her feet.

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[multitrackdrifting]

I went to my younger cousin's wedding, and I didn't cry or anything but I was happy to see her living such a full and healthy life in the present. I saw all my cousins, plenty of my extended family and while I don't get on perfect with everyone my cousins and I are tight-knit. We don't catch up often but we've always gotten on well.

I think that this life has plenty of servings of bullshit on a plate but honestly, the moments you get to enjoy surrounded by people you care about make everything okay for a day.

I am not an extraverted person, though people think I am because I am exceptional at cosplaying a normal and outgoing guy. I try hard to dress well and groom my appearance and all that shit. Though, one dinner a month or one party is enough for me to feel burned out for quite a while. But as much as I feel tired and all that after the fact, I'm glad I saw all my cousins and even old friends I hadn't spoken to in ages. A lot of them are married or have kids and it's pretty funny to think how far we've come in life.

To people who don't know me that well, I was pretty depressed well into my early adulthood, I didn't think I'd live longer than 18, nor make 21, yet I'm so far removed from that inescapable dread, the spirals and all the other shit that I barely remember what it is like to feel that difficult feeling, like there's a crushing weight on my body, and it's genuinely hard to do anything.

I don't want to live some fairy tale of a life, I just want to live. I'm not struggling, I'm not even close to rock bottom. When I think about the potential life I could've had, I used to feel regret, shit, I felt bitter as hell about it for the longest time. The person I could've been, if not for x y or z - but while I recognize not all pain and experience is meaningful, they still constitute the sum of who I am today. Even if it was just filler and bullshit, the way things went, and the way I choose to walk forward, they make me who I am now. I took a detour, so what?

I have good friends, I look forward to waking up early each day and working on the things I care about. I have hobbies in writing & editing, I got a close circle of friends I hang out with from time to time in real life and I got plenty of good friends online. I don't know for sure what the future holds, and I guess it's scary to think about my life without being online as much (because timezones means that I will never be available to anyone in an American time zone) but I'm also recognizing that the period of my life where I was available all the time to do things was also the same period of time where it had no direction or stability - that I'm just used to it, it's not that I need it, necessarily.

In the future which I'm brushing with, I have to face the reality that I can't be there for people across the ocean and I don't say sentimental things because I am not a sentimental person but that doesn't mean I don't think these things. I'm not built for outward affection for people, it's a lot easier to do with things I like, than people I care about - it's not a lack of emotional intelligence or ability to express that, I'm just not like that because I just don't like doing that.

I was born across the ocean from a lot of people I love and I have no plan to move across it. The hardest thing for me isn't reconciling time lost, the life I could've had or the potential that was left unspent. I'm no longer an idealistic fourteen year old who made a blog because a girl simply asked him to (yes, that's why I've had one since 2010, well, I deleted for like 5 years, but I remade in '22).

I see the future ahead is unwritten, and to write what I want to, I have to sacrifice the comfort I derive from simply being there to do things with people. Part-time work is one thing, it gives you plenty of free time, but a lot of financial anxieties and most people wouldn't choose to just feel terrified about money all the time. I certainly have been there many times.

It scares me, it does. It's so fucking stupid. Of course, I am not the availability I have to other people, and I've always had something I was doing. With college, or work, but I've never had a career - one that was really going somewhere.

Even now, there's still time to breathe before I'm anchored to it. But it's what I want, yet I'm terrified of it. Of seeing my dream materialize, while the world I know actually changes even if it's for the better.

The world I understood, the one I lived, while biding my time until this point, it will fade to the back of my mind even if my feelings about these people don't.

I'll be honest no part of me really loves what I do for work, but it's stable and it's relatively harmless work. I'll never feel the same passion for my job that I do for my crafts and spending time with people I care about. But if one part of me has to suffer for the other to thrive, I'm ready to face that... kinda.

I'm still scared of the future, perhaps I'll be scared even when I'm old. It's my birthday soon, and I still love being alive. I still love the challenge of living and making the most of my new paths.

I've talked to all my close friends about it, but I don't think they understand it really. I commute to the city for work, so I'm out of the house by 7, and I'm home around 7 or 8. I'm just not available that much, and I only have about an hour of free time every day (since I have worked the exact schedule for a year before).

For most people, especially in NA timezones, they understand a couple hours difference being a thing, but for me, I do not have the option to be available or around to do anything and it's so trivial to care about but I do.

But as I agonize over that reality, I too realize that I build up leave - you know? I'll have money to travel. A lot. I'll just build up my leave, go on holidays and do rich people shit (I won't actually be rich, I'm just saying, I'll have more money than I'm making right now).

Maybe I can't cross the ocean and make it home, but I can still cross it. And though I cannot be the guy who rounds out the ranked grind, or the friend who can call with them all the time, I can still be their friend.

I've already worked like this for a year, and I'll be honest it genuinely, well and truly was lonely. In response, I started working more graveyard shift work, and that was not great but for different reasons. But if I really focus on what it can help me do, maybe I can find some middle ground where I know work will never make me feel happy, but I can still find a way to smile each day.

The future scares me, and it also feels kind of exciting.

It's funny. I feel like I've been in a haze for the longest time despite feeling relatively good. Perhaps I was trying not to think about the uncomfortable reality of living a normie life that is a lot more lonely.

I'm not going to agonize on the reality that I have to work to live, working is not that hard to me since the stuff I do I'm pretty good at it. It's the act of work itself being a relatively lonely experience.

Working part-time is okay, but full-time genuinely is gruelling in how lonely it feels. I'm an introverted guy and it makes even me feel lonely.

If I had to have only one wish, it would be to make enough doing anything else that I wouldn't have to worry anymore.

Any job I can just quit on a whim, but a career? No, that's not the kind of thing you just drop randomly. And my ADHD ass is terrified of that concept.

It's such a trivial thing to get worried about, but I'm not afraid to say that it bothers me. Every FT job I've ever had I've hated it. I'm not bad at this career path I chose, but hell, just... maybe this is the endgame of everything.

But maybe it isn't.

Maybe I work this job, I get certified, I quit my firm - I do something else.

Maybe I work harder creatively, and I get lucky.

And I do something else.

The future is still not set in stone,

so I guess I'll have to take it as it comes

before I can do something that actually makes me happy

and in the mean time I should just find peace in knowing that what I do helps me live a stable life

even if it kind of sucks to feel alone

But just think, that I'm here to have any fear to face is something remarkable in and of itself. I wasn't supposed to make it through the dark, and I did anyway.

I take pride in living, even if nobody can see its value, I'm glad I'm alive. I'd rather have boring problems than struggle to face forward, or look people in the eyes the way I did when I didn't think I deserved any joy or happiness at all. I'm glad I am alive.

[thecreaturecodex]

Amalgamite

Image © Paizo Publishing, accessed at Archives of Nethys here

[It has been a while since I’ve done a dedicated block of PF2e monsters. I turn my attention now to Bestiary 3. B3 is my favorite of Pathfinder 2nd Edition’s core bestiaries so far, because it has the largest amount of original monsters. Original both in terms of “new to the game” and “novel concept”, like the amalgamite here. The idea that teleportation can mess up and turn people into monsters dates back at least to The Fly, but this is one of the few I can recall seeing game statistics for. Plus, it’s an aberration, so it can stand alongside my take on The Projected Man with relatively little overlap.]

Amalgamite CR 13 NE Aberration This figure appears to be a grotesquely warped humanoid, with limbs, a head and a torso, but all in the wrong places. The air seems to shimmer around it in a weird way.

Teleportation magic is potentially dangerous, and minor mishaps in dimension door and teleport spells are known to cause grievous injuries in those affected by them. If a powerful spellcaster is affected by a teleportation mishap, especially when attempting to cross between planes or planets, they may be transformed into an amalgamite. Amalgamites are twisted in both mind and body, and only remember vague outlines of their former lives. They are incredibly intelligent, but use that brilliance to accumulate more knowledge and treasure for themselves, or to torment and kill creatures they come across.

Amalgamites destabilize reality around them, creating zones where space warps and shifts slightly. Creatures affected by this warp are themselves capable of spreading the affliction, although such calamities are typically limited to a few minutes at a time. Still, this allows the amalgamite phenomenal battlefield control, as they can teleport themselves and anyone afflicted by their aura at will. Enemies are swapped with the amalgamite’s allies, dropped into traps, or switched with the amalgamite itself to absorb blows intended to injure the aberration.

Amalgamites are strangely social, in their own weird way. They tend to associate with other aberrations, undead creatures, and the cults of the Elder Gods. Some amalgamites lead these associations, but most are content to play a backseat role as a sage and power behind the throne, rather than as a charismatic leader. An amalgamite has the lifespan of whatever kind of creature it was before becoming irreversibly glitched—a formerly human amalgamite might live for a few decades, whereas a former elf might live for centuries.

Amalgamite       CR 13 XP 25,600 NE Medium aberration Init +6; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception +30 Aura destabilizing field (40 ft., Fort DC 24) Defense AC 26, touch 20, flat-footed 20 (+6 Dex, +4 deflection, +6 natural) hp 170 (20d8+80); regeneration 5 (piercing) Fort +12, Ref +14, Will +19 DR 10/magic and piercing; Immune mind influencing effects Defensive Abilities deflective screen, displace; Weakness dimensional instability Offense Speed 30 ft., reposition Melee 2 slams +20 (1d10+5) Ranged warp bolt +21 touch (3d8+8 force) Special Attacks transpose Spell-like Abilities CL 13th, concentration +12 (+16 casting defensively) 3/day—blink 1/day—ethereal jaunt, greater teleport, insanity (DC 16) Statistics Str 21, Dex 23, Con 19, Int 26, Wis 24, Cha 8 Base Atk +15; CMB +20; CMD 40 Feats Combat Casting, Critical Focus, Fatiguing Critical, Great Fortitude, Improved Critical (warp ray), Improved Vital Strike, Lightning Reflexes, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Vital Strike Skills Acrobatics +29, Climb +28, Escape Artist +29, Intimidate +22, Knowledge (arcana) +31, Knowledge (dungeoneering, local, planes) +28, Perception +30, Spellcraft +31, Stealth +29, Swim +28 Languages Aklo, Common, DraconicEcology Environment any land or underground Organization solitary or enclave (2-6) Treasure standard Special Abilities Deflective Screen (Su) An amalgamite gains a deflection bonus to its AC and CMD equal to its Constitution modifier. Dimensional Instability (Ex) An amalgamite is sickened whenever it is affected by a dimensional anchor spell, in the area of a dimensional lock, or otherwise subject to a spell or effect that prevents teleportation. Displace (Su) As an immediate action when it would be struck by a melee or ranged attack, an amalgamite can either teleport up to 50 feet, or swap places with another creature within 50 feet, as per the transpose special attack. An unwilling creature can resist this teleportation with a successful DC 24 Will save. If it transports merely itself, it takes half damage from the attack. If it successfully switches places with another creature, both it and the creature it switched with take half damage. An amalgamite can use this ability a number of times per day equal to its Wisdom modifier (7/day). The save DC is Constitution based. Destabilizing Field (Su) All creatures within 40 feet of an amalgamite must succeed a DC 24 Fortitude save or their forms begin to warp. Creatures so destabilized are sickened for as long as they remain in the aura, and for 1 minute thereafter. It also radiates its own destabilizing aura for the duration it remains sickened, although this secondary aura only has a 10 foot radius. A creature that succeeds its save is immune to the destabilizing field of that amalgamite, and destabilizing fields created by that amalgamite, for the next 24 hours. Amalgamites are immune to the destabilizing field of themselves and of other amalgamites. This is a teleportation effect, and the save DC is Constitution based. Reposition (Su) An amalgamite can teleport up to 50 feet as a move action. Transpose (Su) As a standard action, an amalgamite can teleport a single creature, or swap the positions of two creatures, that are sickened by its destabilizing aura. The destination must be a space that the amalgamite can see, and if two creatures are teleported, both of these creatures must be within 50 feet of each other. An unwilling creature can resist this effect with a successful DC 24 Fortitude save; both creatures must be willing, or both fail their saving throw, in order for a swap to occur. This is a teleportation effect, and the save DC is Constitution based. Warp Bolt (Su) As a standard action, an amalgamite can fire a bolt of force. Treat this as a ranged touch attack with a range of 100 feet and no range increment. A creature struck takes 3d8 points of force damage plus the amalgamite’s Intelligence modifier.

[11thwardtls]

Memory Defrag | TRACK 4 - RECORD C | Azekawa Kinari's Ward Mayor Novel Translation

Warnings and Disclaimers:

This translation is not professionally done and is not proofread. Edits and clean-ups may come at a later date.

Not a 1:1 translation either and some liberties into localization were taken into account.

This novel will contain spoilers for the Ev3ns Main Story: "Chained Up Scarlet".

Appropriate Content and Trigger Warnings will be added if needed.

May be used for quotebots/masterlists etc.

I am not fluent and self-studying Japanese (albeit at turtle speed), this was translated by ear and with the help of a JP dictionary, so please feel free to point out any errors!

CW: Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

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At that moment, I was in the developer’s… [Father’s] bedroom.

In spite of the repeated life-sustainment treatment he received, his body had become weak and thus had to spend most of his time asleep. 

During times when he would be strong enough to keep his eyes open, Father taught me how to perform my own self-maintenance as well as his own techniques. 

It was a wonder how different the world my Father had taught me was from the data I’ve gathered inside my head, that it was much more vivid and colorful than what I had known from within the confines of our home. 

Thinking about it now, this may have been my “emotions” functioning in its own way.

The afterglow of the sun shines through the window, and with my back against the light, I continued to sing just as Father had asked me to.

—To sing the Yokohama City Song just as the Original did.

Father, who usually had a mournful expression on his face, softened his eyes at that point. 

“...What do you want to do in the future?” He asked me when the song ended. 

“...…I am registered to answer with ‘Singer’, Master.”

After answering that question, Father’s face instantly turned dark.

“That tone of voice is wrong. I should have registered it differently.”

“......I want to be a singer, Dad.” 

“Even now, do you still want to be a singer?” “Unable to understand. The volume zone is registered up to the Original’s mid-teenage years.”

As soon as I told him, Father frowned and remained silent. 

I thought that I had made a mistake, but I could not repeat what I said once more. 

In truth, there was not enough data to properly determine whether the Original truly wanted to become a singer or not.

Father let a sigh escape him and smiled bitterly. 

“......I’m sorry, it’s not your fault. I simply lacked skill.”

“Master does not lack in anything.”

“Haha… It’s pathetic to hear that coming from you, who looks exactly just like my son.”

Should I refrain from speaking any further? Thus, I held my tongue. 

Master appeared to be in pain, after all. 

“In the past, I used to be an AI emotion engineer, but androids weren’t originally something that can be created by a single person. It’s meant to be systematically produced and managed by a team of people. Because I worked on you all by myself… You ended up being a complicated structure and leaving a lot of waste. 

Even rebuilding the program from the core would be an impossible task.”

Master’s eyes looked as if he were regretting what he’d done in the past. 

His fist shook slightly on top of the bed he laid on. 

I knew that his hands were wrinkled, yet soft and warm. 

“Wouldn’t it have been better if Master were to uninstall this current program and reinstall the current latest AI program available on the market?” 

When I had suggested this, Father scowled. 

“I cannot do that.” “Why so?”

“If I did that, it wouldn’t be ‘you’ anymore.”

“I see…”

I didn’t understand why at all. My body is simply a box.

However, the ‘brain’ within that box can be replaced at any time.

If I were to, I could reassemble the new data into my replaced brain, then I might have been able to become the ‘me’ Father had longed for. 

Father took a deep breath and spoke in a soft whisper.

“......I suppose you still lack those 21 grams, after all.”

21 grams.

The weight of a soul. 

It’s what my Father wanted for me.

A “heart”, just like human beings.

“How should I be able to obtain those 21 grams?”

This was a question I had asked multiple times before.

Father glanced at my face then lowered his eyes. 

“Within you, there was a bug I haven’t fixed yet.

If we left it out as is, a fatal error might occur…

But to me, I’d like to keep it that way.”

“...Why so?”

A bug. An error.

These words have always been much closer to me than my own heart.

It was perplexing to leave such a thing unfixed. 

“......Perhaps I may just be waiting around for that error to occur.”

His tone of voice made it seem as if he were talking to himself.

Why does Father want an error to happen? I don’t know.

There’s not enough information to make a proper hypothesis.

[———Still, if that’s what the developer wants, then it should be fine.]

That’s what I had thought at the time.

……What do I think about this now?

Inside that bedroom under the evening glow,

I stood there, awaiting for Father to speak once more, looking dejected. We did not raise our voices to speak, and in the end, we did not talk to each other any further than that.

Kinari and Father, they were a bit similar. 

“At the very least, you could say what’s on your mind in your own words.” 

Father murmured to himself.

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Translation Notes: 

1 - 21 grams is an experiment, particularly on the weight of a human soul. This wiki link should do the trick of what it was. Warning for animal cruelty though.

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[afairytalestray]

Day 21 of Cats-pril by @storyweaverofgondor - songs! This one was inspired by one of my favourite pieces of art by @soh-da-meatball - thank you for letting me use it as inspiration!)

Also on Ao3 here.

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Tugger barely contained a snarl as there was a chap at the door for the third time that day. What part of ‘DO NOT DISTURB’ did these Cats not understand? His handwriting, granted, was not spectacularly neat, but surely with the big red letters, the message was clear? Apparently not. 

He had been trying to work on this new song all day. Although he was a professional musician, he really didn’t enjoy working in the studio. Too many nosey Cats loitering about, and there was always the very real chance of getting dragged into a conversation with some dull executive type. Tugger shuddered at the thought. No, it was much better to finalise as much as he could at home, and then just come here to record. Tragically however, a building site had set itself up next door, and any peace to be had at home was now shattered by constant drilling and hammering. So here he was in the studio, at the mercy of constant interruptions.

This song he was working on was already causing him no end of problems – no matter what he tweaked, how he edited, it just wasn’t coming out the way he wanted it to. Being interrupted once, perhaps, he could’ve let go – after all, it wasn’t the piano tuner’s fault he had been sent to the wrong room. He had taken a while to get back into the zone, but had managed, and had been trying out a new chord progression when there was another rap on the door. That time he had been pissed. The Cat at the door had been hissing about some meeting he was late for, and utterly adamant that Tugger was in the wrong place and he was in the right one. Shockingly, he had been wrong, and had stomped off in a temper tantrum. Tugger was also left in a foul mood, except now his throat hurt from their snarled argument, and he had forgotten his water bottle.

He decided to give the song one more crack before giving up the day as a bad job. Once again, he had just managed to get his head back into it when the door rattled YET AGAIN. He had officially had it. Whoever was on the other side of that door would be getting thoroughly chewed out!

He yanked the door open full force, so roughly that the hinges squeaked in protest, but then his anger evaporated on the spot. He let out a little yelp of happiness and engulfed his boyfriend in a bear hug.

“Rough day?” Misto asked, amusement in his voice. He stepped back from Tugger slightly. It didn’t look like he had dance today, he was dressed casually in jeans, with Tugger’s old letterman jacket thrown across his shoulders. It was a very pleasing sight.

“Babe, you have no idea,” Tugger groaned, kicking the door closed behind them. He slumped back onto his chair and pulled Misto into his lap. “Working here sucks so bad! I’ve been interrupted twice, and the second guy was a right prick, going on about how important he was, how urgent his meeting was… mate, if it was that important you’d have checked your email better!”

Misto hummed in sympathy, reaching up to fix Tugger’s hair. The gentle scratch of his claws was unexpectedly soothing.

“My apologies for the intrusion.” He flicked Tugger’s forehead with his tail. “I’ve never seen a door be opened so aggressively, I presume that’s why?”

“Sorry, baby, I wouldn’t shout at you,” Tugger mumbled, dropping his head onto Misto’s shoulder. He already was feeling a bit better – Misto always had that effect on him.

“I know,” Misto said, his paws continuing their relaxing ministrations. Tugger felt some of the tension begin to fade. “I know you don’t like working here, hopefully the builders will finish soon.”

“Yeah, hopefully.”

“Is this song still giving you grief as well?”

“Yeah. I dunno what’s wrong, I just can’t get it!”

“You will, darling. Oh, this might help, you forgot it.” He reached for his backpack which had been dumped unceremoniously on the floor, and whipped out Tugger’s water bottle.

“Aw babe, you’re a hero,” Tugger gasped, reaching over to take it.

“I added some honey and lemon, I know you like that when you’ve been singing.”

Tugger let out a happy moan.

“Make that a superhero, I love you.” He took a large chug from the water bottle, letting the mixture soothe his throat.

“The Rumpus Cat has nothing on honey lemon water,” Misto laughed. Tugger pulled him into another tight hug. Everlasting, he adored this beautiful, thoughtful Cat. “I know you don’t like sharing your stuff before it’s finished, but if you want a fresh pair of ears, I can provide.”

“If you’ve got time?” Tugger mumbled. He usually didn’t like anyone to hear his music before he was happy with it, but he trusted Misto completely. He himself was much the same, and didn’t let anyone see his dancing before he had perfected it. Unless he was really stuck, like Tugger was now.

“Of course, practice was cancelled today. And since you hate working here, I was hoping to convince you to skive off early and hang out with me anyway.”

“Like I need convincing!” Tugger whooped, grabbing his headphones off the desk. “One or two listens, then I get to spoil you in some way!”

“Deal,” Misto laughed, slipping the headphones over his ears and indicating Tugger to hit play. A little smile formed on his face and he leaned into Tugger as the music started. Tugger watched him contentedly. Suddenly, the song didn’t seem so bad.

[shynetyme06]

1 - 23 :3

cracks knuckles okay

1. how would you describe your art style? uhhhhhhhh, maybe "safe" is the word rn. whenever I think of my art style, what comes to mind is just how little I've been pushing things with it. I wanna change that ;D

2. what's your favorite thing about your style? I realize I like to use semi-realistic proportions, its cool how comfortable I've gotten with drawing faces and bodies

3. what's your least favorite thing about your style? It's so static man. same thing I said for the first question, I don't think anything really looks bad, but it just is lacking in creativity in comparison to the older art that should be looking worse than what I do now. I prefer my older stuff ;D (looking at you inktobertale2021.. where did it all go wrong)

4. favorite thing to draw? regular ol people. human characters are def more in my comfort zone, which explains why I keep hitting skeletons with the humanization ray (also I prefer to draw feminine characters)

5. least favorite thing to draw? I can't even say I rlly dislike it cuz of how rarely I even do it, but I am procrastinating so hard on learning backgrounds..

6. warm colors or cool colors? cool colors are my fav, but i find it easier to work with warm ones (I used to put a cool overlay over all my warm toned drawings hgdhfg)

7. show us a WIP behold, the wip ever. this drawing... was supposed to be posted on august 2022. and then, it was supposed to be posted on dec 21st, dream and nightmares birthday. (atp if I do end up wanting to finish this idea again, I'll probably just scrap it and start over)

8. what's the most fun and least fun parts about your process? most fun is flat color and rendering. (though I rarely do the latter anymore) and for least fun, tbh a lot of the sketching part tends to be difficult for me, sometimes its cool tho

9. show us a finished piece alongside the original sketch example from when sketching was fun

10. how many different sketches do you usually have until your piece is finished? I think I do need to make more of at least thumbnail sketches tbh.. I usually just make one and keep editing it, trusting the process. (and that fails like 70% of the time. woww wonder why sketching isnt fun for me-) 11. show us the last thing you drew, be it a finished piece or a small doodle can this count,,

12. show us an old drawing first deltarune drawing. here's the redraw I later made of this :3 (also old hsgdhgf)

13. how long do you usually take one a piece? depends. I'll have like 276478923 wips started, and then I get a random idea that I just have to do right at that moment, and I'll get it done in like 1-4 hours. meanwhile old sketches start to rot and maybe if its lucky I'll revisit it before my motivation dies and my style is too different to wanna continue from where I left off 14. digital or traditional? digital all the way, i've gotten too dependent on the transform tool + liquefy ;D (and many other things tbh but I'd be here all day if I tried comparing them more jhdjdf)

15. if digital, what program do you use? procreate, the layouts on other drawing programs scare me

16. favorite media to work with when drawing traditionally pen on paper (am I understanding this right wdym media-)

17. what do you love getting compliments about? I like when people enjoy the humanizations I come up with, and also original designs in general 18. are you satisfied with the attention your art usually gets? hmmm yeah

19. how often do you draw? very often, I just don't have finished things to share most days

20. a piece from this year that you're really proud of :3

21. something you would like to improve on the dynamicness (well, the lack of it) of everything, as said before

22. what inspires you? Ink sans and a ton of creators in this fandom (also animated shows and movies, I love animation)

23. what's something you hope people notice when looking at your art? idk tbh, just notice it at all and I'm happy :>

[musicjam10]

Midnights, Taylor Swift, 21. October 2022.

(This review will not include songs from Midnights (3am Edition) and Midnights (The Till Dawn Edition)).

To get right to the point, this album is one of those generic pop/dance albums that has too many radio hits that blend together. They are and will be nothing more than shopping mall music to appease the masses, with one or two guilty-pleasure songs that will be turned into remixes later down the line.

But by saying that, it's hard not to mention its success on the Internet and the impact it had on her predominantly young audience. Almost every song became popular, and everybody, without even knowing who Swift is, knew at least one of her songs from the album. Now, that would all be great if it weren't for the fact that the songs are so hard to differentiate. When you hear five of them, it feels like you've just heard one (for example, Anti-Hero and Midnight Rain). The reason for that comes from their similar structure. They are all simple enough for the general audience to enjoy, but not too simple, so that her fans can have something to gush about.

The themes this time try to be more ''mature'' (tackling the theme of mental health), but again, not too complex so that her younger audience could understand it. It feels like Swift is restricting herself from showing her full growth and emotional maturity. The result is making the same album again, but with a pastel bow on top of it that her fans will undeniably love.

Now, saying all of this, I would be lying if I said this album doesn't have hits similar to Shake It Off or Love Story, for example, Karma or Anti-Hero. Some other songs I would mention include Question…?, Lavander Haze, and Bejewelled.

You can discuss this album for hours, all the small details and the big ones (like the disapointing mess that was Snow on the Beach and her collaboration with Lana Del Ray). The biggest problem I personally found was it's repetitiveness and its similarity with her other songs in her library (like Sweet Nothing/Mastermind or Question…?/You Need to Calm Down) . There is very little experimentation, and many songs stay in a some kind of a safe zone.

I don't think that this album deserves the praise that it gets, nor does it deserve the hate. It's her usual, not too flashy like Lover but neither ground-breaking like 1989. For the next album, I hope that it brings us something new, but by the looks of it, I'm not getting my hopes up.

I would give it a: Well if you know what kind of music Swift makes then you know what kind of album this is. Generic pop.

If you found my review worth discussing in any way, I'm happy to do so.

Yours trully,

MJ.10.

[findroleplay]

Hello hello! I'm Kit, 23, looking for a couple of niche(at least it seems that way) pairings. Please note that I only roleplay with people 21 and older. All characters will be 18+.

A little about me: I'm an advanced-literate writer who also enjoys making art, memes, playlists, and edits! It's how I channel my fixations. I am neurodivergent, so clear communication is important to me. I'm available continuously throughout the week, though my reply rate does vary depending on my work schedule/energy levels. I live in the EST zone. Now, onto the good stuff.

《 Harry Potter (M/M Severus Snape x Fae OC) 》

Fae are not to be trusted, but scary times call for drastic measures. Facing the aftermath of Voldemort at the height of his power, the Wizarding world seeks more allies in the event that such a tragedy ever happens again. No one is more active in this than Albus Dumbledore, who takes advantage of the unique population of magical creatures and peoples he has connections with. As close by as the Forbidden Forest outside of Hogwarts, a society of Fair Folk dwell. They are devious and fickle, but they too wish to protect themselves, and learn more about their wizard counterparts. To this aim, Dumbledore strikes a deal with the Fairy King, and an Ambassador of sorts is sent to reside at Hogwarts and exchange cultures. **This is a rp centered around character arcs and world-building.** There is plenty of room for magical wonder, experiments, Fae antics, and a potential romance between Severus and our lovely, rather sinister Fae Ambassador.

《 Alice in Wonderland (M/M or M/F Mad Hatter x *human!Cheshire Cat )》

This is pretty open for anything as far as plots go. Again, I love world-building, and there will be PLENTY of Cheshire Antics. This humanized version of Cheshire is a character I have put a lot of heart into. He has a backstory, lore, some art, a Google Doc, and a playlist. I do ship him HARD with Tarrant Hightopp/Mad Hatter. My inspiration here is taken strongly from the Tim Burton films.

Of course, I'm open to hearing any and all ideas about these pairings and what plot we could use. My DMs are open!!

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[mitch4tune]

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| About Me | 　I have Selective Mutism, which is an anxiety disorder that physically prevents me from speaking in certain social situations. In simple terms, it's constipation of the vocal cords.

| My Activities | 　I'm a teru teru bōzu VTuber named Shōko Sanzen, but I'm not streaming or uploading much at the moment due to depression kicking my ass. I'm mostly active on Tumblr and Twitter for now, sharing anecdotes and discussing mental health/LGBTQ topics. 　I also spend more time than necessary on sheeshposts because I enter The Zone and forget everything else 'til I'm satisfied with my work. There was one time I spent upwards of ten hours editing a video that has a duration of less than eighty-five seconds.

| Regarding the Ask Box | 　I am aroace and don't feel comfortable with lewd stuff unless it's on par with deez nuts jokes or related to medical situations, but please feel free to submit questions to my ask box that you think I'll be okay with answering! I'll tag you so Tumblr can notify you that I responded.

| Links/Friend Codes | 　☀ masterlist of Tumblr posts 　☀ Tumblr ask box 　☀ Chiikaboom (model mama) 　☀ ikemen-trifecta (writing blog I do video edits for) 　☀ some more of my video edits 　☀ Twitter 　☀ Bluesky (rarely active) 　☀ YouTube 　☀ Twitch 　☀ Discord server (pretty dead right now) 　☀ IkéPri: Rosalie 🌹 P3PFNZ4ZF 　☀ IkéVil: Robin 💌 P925S4HD7 　☀ IkéRev: Lissy ☘️ P54UVC7RJ

| Preferences | 　☘︎ Main pronouns are she/her, but I'm happy with they/them and he/him, as my name has confused a number of people (which brings me amusement). You may also refer to me with masculine/gender-neutral terms of endearmentー "dude," "bro," "man," "my liege," etc.ー though I'm comfortable with my friends calling me "girl" and "girlie." 　☘︎ I don't like being described as "pretty" or "sensitive," but you may describe something I own as pretty. 　☘︎ My initial impression of you will be negative if one of the first things you ask is along the lines of "Where are you from?" and "Do you understand English?" 　☘︎ I may sound like a child a lot due to my throat closing up and squeezing my vocal cords from social anxiety, but I am over 21 years old. Please treat me like the adult I am. 　☘︎ I really don't like celebrating my birthday. At all. Pretty much the only thing I tolerate is being wished "Happy womb ejection day~!" 　☘︎ "Mitch" is a variation of my VTuber name, as some people find that easier to pronounce. Either "Shoko" or "Mitch" are fine.

[rj-anderson]

Hello hello!

A very good morning/afternoon/evening/time zone to you! I hope this message finds you in good health and you are doing well, especially with the whole [gestures to the world], y’know. But more to the point!

I’ve been doing a little cleaning lately, and found my copies of the Faery Rebels trilogy again — and also promptly re-read them all in about three days and completely forgot about continuing to clean. It’s been an absolute age since I’ve last read them, but they’re still so wonderful, and the magic (pun slightly intended) is still there. I’m about half-way through Swift as of this ask, and am still very much hooked onto each and every word.

I’m 21 now, and it’s been a good 12/13 years since I first started reading your stories (just about when Knife first released, I think!) They’ve brought me great comfort and intrigue then, and they bring just as much comfort and intrigue now. I mean it with my whole heart and soul when I say these books are like the Oak to my being Knife. I’m older now, different from who and what I once was, but this home has always been there for me and it is so near and dear I will always cherish it and love it in whatever ways I can.

Beyond the stories themselves, I, of course, must send all my love and appreciation to the one behind them all. Much of how and what I write now has been influenced by your own writing and ideas, especially since re-reading everything. You were (and are) a phenomenal inspiration to my own creativity. Ironically enough, however, I’ve spent a very long time agonising over how to write this ask.

I think I’ve rattled on long enough, and though it’s not quite an unpayable debt in it’s original context, I do owe a lot of what I make now to you.

So, thank you! 💙

- 🕊 (Much love from Britain)

This is so kind and complimentary that I feel almost shy about reposting it! But since you sent it anonymously it's the only way I can reply, plus it gives me the chance to share some (hopefully) exciting news about an upcoming release, so I hope my Tumblr followers will indulge me. Anyway, thank you very much for this lovely letter -- it means the world to hear that long-time readers are still enjoying the books even now they're grown up, and that up-and-coming writers like yourself have found them an inspiration. Encouraging notes like this are the reason I worked so hard to write and get Torch published a couple years ago, despite the seven-year gap between it and the previous book of the trilogy -- I knew that even though the readers of Swift and Nomad had grown up in the interim, many of them were still longing for a proper wrap-up to Ivy and Martin's story and would read it regardless of what age was printed on the cover. Which is also why -- and here comes the announcement -- I'm going to be self-publishing a collection of short stories (well, one of them is technically a novella and another is a novelette, but I trust nobody objects to them being a little longer!), set in the world of Knife and Swift but with slightly more grown-up sensibilities. Not "adult" in the explicit sense, I hasten to add, but featuring older characters and dealing with some more mature themes that I couldn't really dig into over the course of the main series. I'm just doing the final pass of edits and haven't fixed a firm release date yet, but I'm aiming to make Tales From the Oakenwyld available in e-book format (and perhaps paperback, if there's enough interest?) by the end of 2022.

I'll be announcing the release date and sharing the cover in a few weeks, so if you're curious to know things like how Thorn ended up as we find her in Torch, the never-before-told backstories of Rob and Martin, and what exactly Paul did tell his parents about Knife (the story of which is already available as a bonus for new subscribers!) I invite you to sign up for my Very Occasional Newsletter!

Thanks again for taking the time to write to me, and not agonizing yourself right out of doing it (as a chronic overthinker myself, I know how these things can go). Your words came at just the right time to encourage me today, and I really appreciate it!

[ygodmyy20]

1, 2, 5, 17, 18, 21, 22 (wildcard), 35, and 38, please?

Ahh okay finally getting around to this haha thanks Texas, this was fun!!

Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Man I think...I do often gravitate towards more intense emotions in fics. I think because I don't express them often in real life andI like working through complex emotions through characters. Which means I can lean towards more dramatic situations. I also really enjoy writing sharp and fast-paced scenes. I always think back to when I did a writers workshop in HS and that was a common feedback from people so I leaned into it.

Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Most of my fics are ship fics, but I would love to explore and write more platonic but still complex, relationship fics. I think that is why the Mob Psycho 100 ageswap AU is really getting in my brain because it is really about Ritsu and Mob's relationship, and their own relationships with themselves. And I love exploring that and want to see what I can do!

Share one of your strengths

I do really like writing action/fast paced things. I like to hope that comes across to the reader as sharp, fast and the flow of the scene matches how they read it. I hope at least!

Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Hmm kinda both. I almost always start at the start but I usually (because the scene or part of the story is so intense or pivotal) I may write that climax scene early on. It's also been ages since I wrote a long fic so it's been awhile.

Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

Nope, I just use google docs haha

How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

God too many times or too little hahaha I never feel like I edit enough or I feel like I over edit.

Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style.

Oh jeez haha let me dig something up. This is from my very old fic Shadows that maybe with this renewed urge to write again I'll rework and post to ao3. I never quite finished it.

“Yugi,” Yami cried, lips drawn back, tears brimming the corners of his eyes. “For the love of god, I can't kill you, I can't.”

Yugi felt it. The knot in his chest that threatened to come undone. He was going to choke on it as it wound its way around his insides. He heaved in a sharp breath, fingers shaking as they gently grasped Yami’s that sat on his shoulders. “No…something inside me is telling me…I can't leave.”

Yami shook his head, about to shout a response but stopped short, ice cold dread washing over him. He hesitated, red eyes wide, before reaching inward. The dread he was feeling…wasn’t his…

The Shadows stopped pressing at his mind and were now hovering at the back of his thoughts. 

Apprehensive.

Suddenly they snapped, a shrill shriek echoing through Yami’s head and before he could retaliate they yanked his spirit into the further corner of his mind. Yami gasped, his soul reaching forward to keep himself awake, present. He had to fight against them, Yugi was too close. He couldn’t hurt him!

Yugi gasped as Yami's face changed to that of a snarl and he reared back, the Shadows behind him poised to strike. The energy around the other sharpened into an inky black, licking around his shoulders.

“You light,” they hissed through Yami’s mouth, eyes black. “Will perish.”

Yugi pressed himself back into the wall, heaving in a hollow breath. Light? What—what are they–?

Black energy darted forward and in a snap, the air was driven from Yugi’s lungs. He choked, blood and bile clawing up his throat as the tendril dug further into his chest. He glanced down slowly, the air caught in his throat as the tight yearning knot deep inside him came undone and the world went white. 

Would you ever kill off a canon character?

Well the above snippet may not match my answer here haha Maybe in a WIP or something in my head, but I'd never put it to paper. It would make me too sad.

So spolier for the above bit hahaha Yugi is probably not dead.

Talk about a review that made your day.

Oh my goodness, the reviews on my mop psycho 100 fics have been just amazing! Every single one gives me so much joy! But I think one that made my heart flutter was someone said that my Teru/Mob confession was one of their favorites and I'm still like "omg there are so many amazing Teru/Mob fics, thank you so much" as I die into a puddle. I just still can't, it just makes me heart so happy.