#enough sad posting it's shitposting time

[frogayyyy]

spock's final thought:

[eyepatchdate]

left mick and ralphs to enter a black screen...done with fnv today

[cherry-shipping]

one day ill draw again i Sweayr toGod

[inevitable-pretty-chaos]

I'm suffering from not-enough-attention disease :3

~Xav

[nativegirltapes]

angel and drew while on a ......."break"......

notes: ask and you shall receive! angel lowkey look like a bitch in this + this is kind of long for hcs, but i think u guys like the drama so i really wanted to try and cover most bases. if you want me to clarify or maybe even make a part 2 lmk ! <3

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

honestly, they’re on “breaks” quite frequently due to angel’s impulsive nature. in the spur of the moment when she’s upset she’ll tell drew “don’t contact me! don’t talk to me! i need time!” and storm off in the car he’s literally paying for. sometimes he’ll try to follow after her, but sometimes if it’s something stupid she’s upset about, he usually just gives her time because he knows she’ll come around.

but when it’s an actual break from one another (because of all the odessa drama), they’re both going through it. angel is sad but is also taking more time to focus on school because she thinks it’s all she really has aside from drew. she isolates herself from almost everyone, besides frat guys she invites over to hopefully fill some void? which void? she’s not sure. she never actually does anything with them, kind of just trying to prove to herself that she can have anyone she wants and she doesn’t need drew. but how is that benefitting literally anyone? again, she’s not sure.

drew doesn’t really isolate when you’re on a break because he does enough of that on normal days. drew tries to spend more time with his friends, specifically his guy friends. he’ll invite them over or go over to their houses. his friends will ask how you guys are doing and drew never ever wants to paint you as a bad person, even when you are on a break for a “pointless” reason, he’ll just lie and say “she’s going through some stuff right now so we’re just kinda taking a break right now, you know?” he’s the sweetest to you, even when you’re not exactly together :((

they both have nights where they really miss each other so they’ll just call each other and ask if they want to see each other, they never say no. it’s kind of an unspoken rule for the both of them; if one calls saying they want to see the other, you can’t say no (but it’s not like they want to say no anyways). it’s so silly because whenever they do this it’s kind of awkward. they’re making small talk because they’re both too stubborn to make it seem like they “care” again. but eventually they both give in and it usually ends in a heavy makeout sesh. “this doesn’t mean we’re back together you know?”

angel is so petty so sometimes she’ll post pictures of her out and about (partying) on her instagram stories and purposefully have guys in her pics because she knows drew will see it. when she realizes that drew seen it but didn’t say anything she’s throwing a fit. but in all honesty, drew doesn’t even care that much. he knows angel’s tactics and knows that she wouldn’t dare do anything.

there’s a lot of late night phone calls where they usually get pretty deep, asking each other if they should just break up for good/a longer period of time. angel is always like “i want this to work drew.” and drew is like “i’m giving you the space you want. what more do you need?” he’s too sweet. angel is so messy though because she knows she has no intentions to break up with drew ever, she just loves causing a scene.

i feel like the worse drew would do when they’re on a break is hang out with one of his girl friends one on one. and while no, there’s no romantic intentions, he still would never tell angel that. he’s just able to decipher platonic and romantic whereas angel’s insane ass is not ………. kind of.

angel is shitposting on every platform she has, especially her finsta and tiktok. sometimes when she’s feeling extra fiesty she’ll even remove drew as a follower just so she can make him “overthink”, but because he’s an old man, he literally do not gaf! half the time it’s just her ranting or talking about her day since she’s used to sharing everything about her day with drew :(

[jointherebellion215]

If It's True

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader

Summary: When an unexpected guest crashes your House's welcome feast for the Harkonnens, your life unknowingly becomes the start of a sad, sad song.

Word Count: 872

TW: Manipulation, Dark!Feyd-Rautha (so Regular Feyd-Rautha), she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, songfic

A/N: Hi, it's your friendly neighborhood shitposter. I'm taking a huge leap of faith with this fic, because I truly haven't written anything in YEARS. This idea has been bouncing around in my head for days, thus "the trilogy was born". This is meant to be Part One of a three part series, based on different songs from the musical Hadestown. I've obviously written this with very very dark interpretations of the songs and the themes. If enough people like it, I'll post parts two and three. Please let me know if it's any good, I'd love some feedback :)

AO3

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories other than what I derive inspiration from are strictly coincidence.

What’s the use of his backbone

If he never stands upright?

“We welcome you to Kolhar, my lords Baron and na-Baron. Our House humbly offers our services and facilities to your use. I toast to our continued cooperation and to the strength of our Houses.”

As your father raised his cup, others of our House followed suit. The official welcome feast was well underway, though House Harkonnen had been planetside for at least a week already. The past few days had been for inspecting our mines and factories, ensuring that our production of their ships and swords were up to standard. 

Now? Pure pageantry. You found it a bit redundant, but it was necessary to ensure your good standing among the Houses of the Imperium. It was a grand occasion, in which the leaders of your father’s council were present, as well as the highest ranked mine workers. 

The doors to the large hall slam open, a familiar figure storming in. Your heart flutters at the sight of your beloved parting the crowds before him. The man who you had met by complete coincidence, one of the workers in a local steel mine, who you had spent the better part of a year meeting in secret—had crashed the court. You noticed a bruise growing on his cheek and blood trickling down his temple, indicating that his journey to enter through the doors was easier said than done. His voice soon bellowed throughout the hall. 

“My Lord Duke, I refuse to let your daughter’s hand be taken by the na-Baron. She cannot marry him.” 

The crowd gasps, as do you. You had spent the past week showing the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha around the grounds, the training of your most fierce warriors, and the best of your planet’s culture. You had shared a laugh or two and shown your prowess as a leader. Yes, you’d spent quite a bit of time with him, but marriage? This was news to you. 

You turn to your father, who gives you an apologetic grimace. Several Harkonnen guards step forward to seize the love of your life. You quickly stand to protest, but the na-Baron stops the guards in their track with a single snap of his fingers. He offers a hand to calm the crowd, an eerie stillness in his form.

“It is true, I have offered my hand to the Lady.”

I believe that with each other, 

we are stronger than we know.

“There must be a way around this. Even if this is in defiance of the court, they can’t punish all of us! We work their mines; they couldn’t truly function without us. We are the ones who truly hold the power! I implore you to stand with me, show them our strength!”

Your love stands strong, chin raised in the crowd, voice pleading with his brothers and sisters to stand beside him. He was convinced that this moment could provide a great revelation, that somehow your situation was different. That the consensus of a crowd could make the na-Baron stand down. Surely, your story could convince even the coldest of hearts that love can conquer all. He must have some sentimentality that resonates within him.

That's one of the main reasons why you fell in love with him. He's always so full of hope. Always willing to see the world as it could be, in spite of the way that it actually is.

But you knew better.

“This is treason.” Someone whispers in the room. Murmurs of assent soon follow, and your heart drops. The crowd around him quickly dissipates, as if the mere act of touching him promises death. 

And the ones who deal the cards

Are the ones who take the tricks

With their hands over their hearts

While we play the game they fix

You start to plead with your father to spare your lover. He doesn’t know any better, he wasn’t raised in the ways of politics or court. It’s purely out of his love and devotion to you, so please—

Feyd-Rautha stands up and the room is immediately devoid of sound. He cranes his neck to look at you.

“You love him?”

You swallow harshly, lifting your chin. “I do.” You went to your lover, making a bold statement in linking your fingers together. Presenting a united front. Hoping that somehow, your kind attitude the past week towards the na-Baron would allow this leniency.

A gleam flashes through his eyes, almost imperceptible. He gives a blackened smile, making show of placing his hand over his heart. Confusion fills you. He slithers down the steps towards the pair of you, boots echoing in the Feasting Hall, each step making your lover’s hand give a slight tremor. Your mind stands strong in its conviction, in the thought that you’ll have to fight for what you want. But a small tendril in the back of your mind gives the slightest hesitation. The smallest indication of hope. Maybe…

Piter leans towards his Baron, whispering concerns in his ears, but is quickly paused by the Baron’s hand. Vladimir gives a slow, menacing grin. He responds to his Mentat in a low voice,

“Don’t bother. You know that my nephew loves to play with his food.”

Is this how the world is?

[minnie-cai]

i saw your art x physical therapist and tashi x makeup artist post and i know you’ll understand what im about to say: being a trainer/ makeup artist/ something along those lines and hooking up w two of your clients. is it a little unethical?? maybe, but you’re a grown up, and you can do what you want! and you really like both of them and they bring very different things to the table. but at the donaldson x duncan home, both art and tashi are having affairs and trying to keep it a secret from the other person and failing pretty hard. little do they know, they’re hooking up w the same person: you. and maybe, just maybe, they’re falling for you a bit. thoughts? feelings?

holy fucking shit i was smiling and nodding while reading this. yeah. yeah, you GET IT💜 i’m so writing something full-length about this about this but until then, have some thoughts.

not proofread, just shitposting. also, not a hairdresser. i can’t even braid hair. if you are one and throughout my thoughts on this scenario i fuck up, please correct me.

I think with Tashi it would be pretty quick with the physical aspect and emotional connection would come into play later.

She starts connecting to you when she realizes you’ve done something small for her that she doesn’t pay you for. Don’t get her wrong, she knows Art loves her and he’d bend over backwards for her approval and validation but he is too caught up in how miserable their routine is to keep noticing details about her. Art is her husband who had been pining over her for years but you know her coffee order and it’s on your table by your next appointment, casually waiting for her to take it, not making a big deal out of it. She tilts her head a bit and furrows her eyebrows, thinking of whether or not she’d asked her assistant for coffee but soon enough you emerge from your break with a small smile, untangling the cable of your flat iron.

“Morning, Mrs Duncan!” You beam and she gives you a small nod, clearly caught up in sizing the plastic cup because she feels like she’s gone insane. “I hope it’s not wrong.” You chime in on her thoughts, as if reading her mind. “You ordered this?” She asks pointing to the drink and raises her eyebrows when you nod, an almost repressed but impressed expression on her face. “Well, thanks.” She mumbles taking a sip and her spot on the chair, sitting in the same place she did every time.

She wouldn’t admit it but she feels a bit bad when people take her stand-offish attitude personally. She doesn’t like it when they change their personality to be quieter or less sociable around her just because she wasn’t very talkative or was particularly professional, she felt like they had no backbone, that they were fragile to be affected by whether she approves of their behaviour or not. She enjoys the fact that you don’t. You’re still sweet as sugar and by that point you’ve just figured her out. In contrast to Art, she likes to spend her appointments quiet as you pamper her and hum. It gives her time to think peacefully, even with your humming.

On the other hand, Art sees you as a break from life.

When he comes in and he sits in that chair in front of you and starts talking about something random like the music you have on, his brain is empty. It’s like for the first time in so long he doesn’t have to think about anything else. The next time he’s doing his warm up before training, he’s listening to the songs you recommended to him instead of the brown noise his trainer has said he should listen to in order to focus and it feels good to add a little something of you in his day, it feels like color in his sad, beige gym and boring green juice.

[randomsy1uslvr]

MDNI 🔞 18+ ONLY

So, I'm finally finished with the fic, also I finally created my AO3 acc and will leave a link to this fic if you like to read it there ;)

AO3

I hope you all enjoy my creation ^^

P.S. gosh, i'm so bad at making pretty posts i'm so sorry y'all ><

Alsoooo if some of you want to be mutuals on twtr i'm more than happy to be and because i'm planing on posting some art and some lads shitposting in there. so... feel free hehe ;э -> my lads twtr

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"I have a request for you..."

characters: sylus/female reader

tags: BDSM, use of toys, vibrator, double penetration in one hole, fisting, bondage

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“So… You really want that?” said Sylus with a smirk on his face. His eyes locked on my legs, which rested on him while we both sat on the sofa. I pouted at him, noticing how amused he was by my words.

“Yes, so what?” I crossed my arms, looking away from him. He chuckled and placed his hand on my leg, caressing it.

“Nothing. You know that I am always happy to try new things with you,” he said, pausing to squeeze my thigh gently – just enough to avoid causing any pain. “Especially when it’s such an interesting request of yours.”

I could almost hear a purr coming from his mouth, and it made my cheeks heat up. Sylus chuckled and grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him to place a kiss on my lips. And well… how could I resist kissing him back?

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The dim, warm light – almost red-orangish – was just enough to create a relaxing vibe, preparing me for what would come next. I swallowed hard, having second thoughts about the request I had made to him. What if it’s not something I like? What if I’m not ready…? No.  I know he’s good at this. He’s done it many times, right? The thought made me feel a little sad somehow. Thinking that he had done this with someone else made me feel odd – maybe even jealous? I shook off the thoughts as I heard footsteps coming closer.

I breathed sharply, caught between fear and excitement, as a familiar figure appeared before me. Sylus wore a tight, dark grey shirt adorned with black, leathery harnesses framing his muscular chest, paired with black trousers and elegant, shiny black shoes. In his hand, he carried a bag, which he placed on the bed before unzipping it. My eyes couldn’t look away, drawn to the contents inside. Slowly, teasingly, he began removing the items.

I recognized some of them: a whip, red ropes, an eye mask, a wand vibrator and a few dildos, ranging from very small to slightly larger ones. My gaze darted upward when I heard a quiet chuckle. My face flushed a deep red color as I noticed his lips curling into a wide, teasing smirk.

“Choose,” he said. I bit my lower lip, trying to point to one of the items he had laid out beside me. It took me quite a while to decide, so Sylus interrupted my thoughts. “If you’re struggling to choose, I can help you. We can start slowly – what do you say?” His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb gently caressing it. I nodded slightly in approval, and his grin widened. For a moment, I thought I saw a spark in his almost red, glowing eyes.

“Good,” he whispered, leaning closer to my ear. “…I’ll take good care of you, sweetie~”

After hearing those words, he pushed himself off me, resting his thumb on my lips for a moment before dropping his hand to the rope. Sylus untied it, pausing for a few seconds as if contemplating how to use it on me for the best first experience. Then, it was as if something snapped in his mind, making him smile slyly. The man before me faced me fully before leaning in closer. His hands effortlessly stripped me bare, exposing my body to the cold air of his room.

“Now… I need you to lay down for me, sweetie,” he said. I obeyed, and the next second my back met the cold, silk bed sheets. A shiver ran through my entire body. Sylus gently positioned my arms, guiding me to hold them still for him. His hands and fingers worked smoothly, like those of a professional… I was mesmerized by his skill – how he casually wrapped the rope around my wrists, then my arms, and finally, using a second rope, my legs. In the end, I found myself tied up on his bed, my arms and legs bound together as I lay on my back.

My intimate area was completely exposed, leaving me no way to cover myself. It felt so humiliating, yet so… thrilling. It wasn’t the first time I’d been naked in front of him, but this position… was too intimate, too revealing…

“Are you alright, kitten?” Sylus placed his hand on my knee, caressing it softly. “I just want you to know, that we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to…”

“I-it’s alright… really. It’s just… I’m shy… and nervous…” my voice shook as I spoke. “I really want it, Sylus. I really do,” I added, trying to smile. The man in front of me chuckled, leaning in to place a light kiss on my leg, making me shiver from his soft touch yet again.

“I’ll do just one more thing before we start…” he placed an eye mask over me, plunging me into darkness. “Yes… just like that.”

I could feel his gentle fingers sliding down my body, leaving no inch untouched as they roamed over every curve with a hunger I could sense. Occasionally, his hands would squeeze, causing me to flinch under his warm touch. Just as I was starting to adjust, the warmth disappeared.

I didn’t have to wait long before I felt a sudden, sharp slap on my outer lips, drawing a loud squeal from me. I was about to protest, but then I felt something unfamiliar against my entrance – its tip slowly, steadily caressing the sensitive spot. My breath hitched as I recognized what it was: the silicone crop I had once used on Sylus.

“Repaying me for what I did to you back then?” I asked, laughing quietly and shakily as  waves of sensation coursed through my body. I heard him chuckle in response.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t joke around like that, sweetie,” he practically purred, lightly slapping my oh-so-sensitive entrance with the silicon crop again, forcing me to shudder at the sudden sensation. It continued for some time before he stopped.

I allowed myself a brief moment to relax, but then I heard a buzzing sound. I knew what was coming, yet he teasingly waited for me to lower my guard. When I finally did, I was caught off guard by a strong vibration directly on my clitoris, making me shriek and flinch from the overwhelming sensation. My body shook as I instinctively tried to move away, but Sylus’ strong hand held me firmly in place. He moved the wand up and down, causing my breath to quicken and sharpen, while my body tensed under the intensity. The vibrations coursed through me, slowly but steadily pushing me towards the edge.

“Ah… Sylus…!” My moans grew louder, warning him of my impending climax – only for him to stop abruptly, leaving me as nothing but a desperate, whimpering mess on his bed.

I called his name several times, my voice trembling so much that at times I couldn’t even pronounce it properly. I was utterly consumed by the desire and sensation, drunk on the pleasure he denied me. It amused him – I can tell by the grin that must have stretched from one ear to the other as he watched how needy I had become.

I moaned his name, my thighs instinctively trying to rub together for relief. He didn’t ask me to beg, but I knew he loved hearing it. My core pulsed as I whined, pleaded and begged him to finish what he had started. He adored it – me, so willing to be good for him, so greedy for his attention.

“You are a greedy one – I like it,” he murmured. “And you know you can be even greedier for me,” he didn’t hesitate, turning the vibrator back on and pressing it down harder against my clit. I instantly shrieked. My inner lips clenched tightly, the climax building once again to its peak. Then, the feeling exploded as I came, crying out his name. The buzzing continued for a few more seconds, before Sylus finally turned the wand off. I gasped sharply, my mouth wide open, my entire body trembling and shaking from overstimulation. I could feel how my hole was leaking, my juices pooling beneath me.

“Should I untie you?” he asked softly, and I nodded quickly. “Alright, hold on.”

His hands worked swiftly, untying my limbs. Relief washed over me as I could finally lower my legs and arms, the numbness easing as circulation returned. I felt him lean over me, his lips pressing softly against mine as he removed the eye mask. Even though the room was dimly lit, I still needed a moment to adjust before I could clearly see Sylus’ face. His eyes gleamed, full of lust and desire.

“It was great…” I said smiling softly between heavy breaths.

A large hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I felt his bulge pressing against me, the heat of his body sending another wave of anticipation through me.

“I’m glad you liked it, kitten…” he breathed sharply, grinding against my entrance. I could hear a low groan rumble from his chest. “But we’re still not done yet~”

His lips pressed aggressively against mine, molding them into a passionate kiss. His tongue slipped inside, brushing and curling around mine, our movements wild and untamed. Our teeth nearly grazed each other in the intensity of the kiss, as if he was ready to devour me. Buth then, suddenly, he pulled away. I groaned in disappointment, only to hear the unmistakable sound of him unzipping his pants. He slid them off along with his underwear, letting them fall to the ground before kicking them aside so they wouldn’t get in the way.

His tip hovered close to my entrance, sliding teasingly up and down but never entering. I could hear him growl again, his heavy breathing loud and uneven. Sylus leaned over me, bringing his face closer. I could feel his hot breath against my skin as his dark red eyes, full of wild desire. Locked onto mine. I winced beneath him, trying to push myself closer to get him inside, but he didn’t let me, continuing his teasing. Just as I was about to plead, he pressed his lips to mine again. At that moment, he pushed himself inside, almost fully, drawing a loud moan from me that melted into our messy kiss.

He didn’t move for a few seconds, letting us both adjust to the new sensation – him so deep inside, and my walls clenching tightly around him. He cursed quietly into the kiss before beginning to move, slow and deliberate, ensuring not to cause any discomfort.

His thrusts grew faster and faster, my insides tightening with each movement, pushing me to the edge. He whispered sweet words into my ear, telling me how good I was for him, how good I felt. Suddenly, he thrust deeper into me, making me gasp and dig my nails into his shirt. He paused briefly before continuing, the room filling with the sounds of clapping skin, loud gasps, moans and deep, low growls – a symphony to his ears. Hearing how much I enjoyed it, how utterly lost I was in pleasure, made him chuckle in amusement.

“Tell me when you’re close,” he commanded, while I writhed beneath him, a trembling mess, wincing and clenching around him. A few more thrusts were enough to push me to the brink.

“Sylus… I’m gonna…” I started, but he pulled out immediately, leaving me in a state of painful arousal. I squeezed my tights together, disappointment washing over me – a sense of betrayal in his actions. I groaned in frustration, unable to understand why he’d stop so abruptly.

Shortly after, I heard the sound of a lube bottle being opened, something he had just taken out of his bag. He poured a generous amount on me, instantly rubbing it in. Two of his fingers slid inside without hesitation, curling and moving back and forth, keeping me on the edge of relief. He added a third finger, stretching me even further. With the help of the lubricant, his fingers slid even more smoothly, so he added a fourth. The slow movements helped ease the pain and discomfort, allowing me to stay relaxed. Once I had adjusted, Sylus slipped his hand further inside, letting half of it rest in my warm embrace. My hands found their way back to him, gripping his shirt tightly as his hand stretched me wide.

“That’s it, kitten. Take it slow,” Sylus��� voice was a low, guttural rasp, his words punctuated by the obscene symphony of my moans and the slick, wet sounds of his hand pumping in and out of my tight, clutching heat. His hand slid out slowly, massaging my entrance before adjusting his position, ready to push himself inside again. This time, the sensation wasn’t as intense as before due to my stretched folds. He shifted slightly, reaching for the smallest dildo on the bed and using his slick hand to coat it with the remaining lube. Once prepared, he positioned the tip of the silicone toy at the entrance, moving slowly as he slid it in. I gagged at the intense stretch, a sharp pain spreading through me. Sylus, on the other hand, groaned in a mix if pleasure and pain as he pushed it deeper.

“It’s gonna hurt only for a little… Hah… I promise…” he muttered, his voice strained. His brows furrowed at the tightness of my walls gripping him. There was barely any space, and I could feel him trembling under the intensity. He let out a deep moan, his gaze becoming hazy from the overwhelming sensation, almost making him collapse.

As we both adjusted to the new, painfully arousing feeling, his movements became faster. Both our bodies shook with unbearable pleasure. I whined as he moved, filling me completely with each thrust.

“Sylus…! It-it’s too much… Hah…!” I screeched, though we both knew neither of us wanted to stop. He pushed further, thrusting as deeply as he could, trying to match the movements of the silicone toy with his rhythm. With each thrust, his pace quickened, causing me to whimper louder, my cries growing more desperate with every clap of our skin.

He reached for the wandagain, turning it on and pressing it against my nub. I screamed, trying to close my thighs, but Sylus’ large arm held me firmly, preventing me from doing so. In mere moments, my orgasm built to a breaking point, exploding through me as I clench tightly around him, squeezing out his own release inside me.

He immediately switched off the vibrator, tossing it aside, followed by the silicone toy, which he pulled out gently. His body collapsed onto mine, his full weight pressing me down into the bed. His warmth enveloped me, him still being inside me. One of his hands slipped under my head, lifting it slightly towards him so he could capture my lips in a lazy, tired kiss.

“You did so well, kitten,” he murmured, stroking my head as he rested on top of me, regaining his energy. My sore body ached and refused to move anymore – despite Sylus’ entire weight pressing down on me.

“Did you have fun?” he asked.

I met his eyes and smiled tiredly “That was… something… Huff… But I enjoyed it,” my arms slid smoothly around the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. “Thank you.”

With that, Sylus suddenly stood up, lifting me with him. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and tightened my grip around his neck. He chuckled softly, carrying me as he walked us both to his bathroom.

[lonelyflowering]

I don't posted my ocs on Tumblr, because it's Tumblr, but since this is a Pokemon oc, I’ll share it anyway This is Chromo and he is terrible person. Nobody loves him (except his Pokemon and parents) and he doesn't love anyone and he's not particularly sad about it

And this is his Fakemon starter Feuechse (ehhh this is german fan gen, so it can be named like this...) Chromo tried to leave it in the forest a bunch of times, because he hates Pokemon, but Feuechse loves him too much and always found him and comes back. They both are stupid Feuechse loves Сoca Сola so much

ssry for OC shitpost. In general, we have made the whole fangen and a bunch of fakemons, but one is enough

[ofmermaidstories]

some bnha thoughts, on this sunny monday morning (or lunchtime, by the time i finish typing sdlkfjdlsk):

💥 got walloped with a return of the post-362 grief, with the latest episode of the anime lmao. unfortunately this means i am currently in my feelies, so thank u for bearing with me as i cycle through them in the form of shitposting. 🥹

💥 speaking of the anime, i’m sad they didn’t adapt one of my favourite panels from 360, where bakugou (or shiggy? it’s never really stated, but tbh i’ve always kinda assumed it’s shiggy imagining it LOL, maybe they both are? a joint moment of horror/delight where everyone knows exactly what’s about to happen 🥹) are imagining bakugou being torn apart by shiggy’s gross giant maggot fingers sdlkjlsdjflksdjf. i mean, i get why bones didn’t adapt it (bc they’re cheapskates and and also bc it is a show for children LMFAOOOO) but it’s a really cool example of how hard hori’s art can go, and also what im chalking up as his secret wish to write a horror story lmaoooo.

🪱🧵 i am biting my nails the closer we get to the end of the manga. chapter 428 was fun—bakugou and todoroki hiding behind iida as iida gently berates their newfound fangirls was so cute, lmao. also the revelation that edgeshot is slowly… regenerating? is….. interesting. i’m disappointed that hori didn’t kill him for a couple of reasons: the first one is my most selfish, and it’s bc i planned on edgeshot being dead for my halloween fic lmfao, now i gotta rework that whole angle. 💀😪 but the second reason is more pressing and that’s bc hori is a COWARD who NEVER kills off ANYONE that has INTERESTING CONSEQUENCES. and also bc he only likes killing off girls 💀 (we’ll circle back to this point). idk, i mean, for as much as i act like the grim reaper and whinge about mha not being depressing enough (lmao), the story that hori’s been writing has always been like, pretty easy to understand. hope connection blah blah blah (i say that lovingly).

HOWEVER,

💚🍵🩸 there are a few deaths i’ve always kinda expected, in the series, with the top of that list being shiggy and dabi. i was like, hopeful toga wouldn’t die, mostly bc i wanted hori to prove me wrong with his GIRL MURDERER AGENDA, but. 💀 cue the clown music, ig. and hey, maybe toga isn’t dead—maybe she’s just in a coma or in prison and ochako’s being emo bc she wants the world to see toga as a teenage girl and not a blood-sucking murdering psycho, and i HOPE that’s the case!!! i do!!!! like, are you seriously going to tell me dabi is somehow still alive (for now, anyways. do NOT come for me, that man got deep fried in the deepest oil vats of McHell!!!!) but toga gets the chop? 😒 like i actually fully expect tenko to come stumbling back (literally!!!) so you cannot tell me you save the dustpile AND the deepfriend mctodo just to axe the blood sucker!!!!! let them all live if ur gonna be a coward about it, hori!!!!! this is what i mean about interesting consequences. 😔 the only consequence we’re getting so far is deku and ochako both kinda 🫤🥺😦ing their way into a confession LOL. i’m being mean—i think the next chapter will be them both confronting their guilt over like, not being able to “save” their villains, and that if we do get a confession of feelies it’ll be something like ochako saying, “i like you deku, and/but i want to be a great hero too, to save people like toga in the future”. 🥹 maybe??? guess we’ll see. 🥺

🌇💀 my pet theory for the vaguely-tenko shaped rando that’s stumbling through the rumble is that it is indeed tenko, and that deku will somehow find him to help him and that’s how deku will get his powers back. and if he doesn’t and hori ends the series with deku being quirkless i will actually, and i mean this very sincerely, stop writing fanfic LMFAOOOO. ok im maybe like, half joking. 😒 but i have never been a fan of the quirkless deku ending and now im getting scared that’s what we’re gonna get!!!!! 😦 in one of his latest interviews, hori mentions something about wanting to strip away labels from people (characters) to see the human underneath them? soooo i guess we’ll just have to trust in him and these next two (TWO) chapters. 🥹

for all my whinging i do like bnha lmao. i whinge because i like it, and tbh i probably wouldn’t change a thing of it. 🥺 all the frustrating gaps—like those perceived consequences i keep getting worked up over the lack of—are what makes it fun to write and read fic for. 🥹 and it’s been fun watching the characters change!!! i was in a bookstore, yesterday, picking up a copy of volume 38 and the girl at the counter and i started talking about the series—the pros and cons of binging it vs keeping up weekly, the change in bakugou’s character and how reading over fics with him and his older characterisation can be kinda hard, now. how scary it was that it’s coming to an end!!! she and i have talked before—when i was buying volume 36 lmao—about whether bakugou could be canonically read as queer vs asexual, and like, idk any other series that has such a mainstream reach that you could have these outside conversations with other people in your day to day, outside of a twitter or tumblr sphere! that’s the power of my hero. and im glad to be here for the ride. and no matter how it ends, it’ll be fun, and worth it. 🥹

[allwormdiet]

Insinuation 2.2

Time for another day of learning and adventure at Winslow High

That does have to be weird, though, right? Like "I fought a big badass villain last night and survived, my whole world has been changed by this encounter, I stared death in the face, what do you mean I still have to go to class and act like nothing changed?" Massive whiplash, I'd imagine.

Mrs. Knott gives the impression of being... better, at least, than Gladly. She's putting the effort in if nothing else, even if she has to leave the better-performing students alone in order to handle the rest of them, but that feels more like a matter of understaffing than any personal failure on her part.

God it's still messed up that Taylor has such little respite from bullying. This poor girl.

...I think this is the first time I've ever seen anything about Taylor knowing basic computer programming. Wonder if that ever comes back around.

And yeah Taylor, of course you have a geeky reputation, you're a fucking geek. Even setting aside the stuff with the bullying, like c'mon.

I saw a shitpost about how the single reason that Earth Bet is a dystopia is that Reddit is the number one news source in the world and there's something really funny about that idea.

Okay real quick the screenshot would be too small for me to add alt text, but “This article is a stub. Be a hero and help us expand it.” is an objectively hilarious line

And here we get the most information on any given Undersider, and it's immediately clear that Rachel has had a hard fucking life, like hell. Living on the streets as a teenage parahuman must be rough as hell, it's like living on the streets as a normal teenager except people want to recruit or imprison you while wearing stupid costumes instead of just police uniforms

(I would follow a Bitch fansite though, for real)

That's not how gangs work but whatever

So the ABB has a dragon man with dragon tattoos who uses the Chinese word for dragon as his cape name while being from Japan, a suicide bomber who dresses like a ninja, and a bomb Tinker. I don't know enough about Bakuda to really say but Lung and Oni Lee's gimmicks feel... mm. Lazy isn't the right word. Let's just stick with "racist" and move on so it stops bugging me

This is cute actually. She did a good job and she wants to like, celebrate that... and the only problem is that there's nobody she can celebrate with. I just made myself sad thinking about that.

And now she's basically Googling herself, which is also somehow cute.

There's something really funny about the idea that like. Taylor gets in touch with the Undersiders through a fucking Missed Connections post on a superhero message board. Like it's almost certainly the safest and most reliable way to get that message out, but that doesn't make it less comical.

And it looks like that's where we're leaving things.

Current Thoughts

Hit some highs and lows with this chapter honestly. Learning a little bit more about Taylor (swear to god I've never heard the programming thing come up before) and getting more of a breakdown on the Undersiders is all well and good, plus developments from the events of the night before, but again the whole Deal of the ABB grates pretty harshly. Like you don't need goddamn Edward Said to tell you that's all crap, it's just crap, and I don't think it reflects well on the author for putting that crap out there instead of thinking about it for maybe another thirty minutes first.

I gotta run some errands, 2.3 after that, God willing I don't have to read about the ABB for a while longer

[nahualnextdoor]

Character Analysis for Shitpost's Sake (long post; tw suicide discussion):

A funny haha, a whimsy silly image. Something I did in like 10 minutes...

Well behind the scenes I spent an entire night dissecting every episode and book paragraph in my head just to see what box fits what character (I take my silly guys very seriously and my shitposts should represent their characterizations accurately otherwise I'll kill myself).

So, here we go.

Active suicide risk: (literally anyone except Cleo and Six)

-Resus: Pretty obvious and intuitive in my opinion. Our favorite trans allegory emo boy that literally sleeps in a coffin. Hates pretty much every aspect of his life, thinks he's a disappointment to his family simply for existing (and sadly kinda is), and is pretty much fine with death as a whole (most of his friends already went trough it, after all).

-Luke: This one was also pretty obvious in my opinion. While not as clear cut or active as Resus, there was this one time where he decided to banish himself to the Underlands, no hesitation, as soon as he found out (or rather was made to believe) he attacked his parent. He's very often ostracizing himself over his lycanthropy hurting those around him, and for the major part of the book series he believed himself to be a burden for his parents. (Also he has like. Zero sense of self-preservation, at least in the tv show).

-Luella: Oh boy. Where do I begin with you girl. Just her living situation alone is sad enough, add in her attachment issues, her lack of control over her emotions, her crush on a guy that treats her... horribly, and her lack of any meaningful friendship in her life up until she became bffs with Cleo in s2. Honestly I'm just glad that by the end of s2 she's mostly content with her life the way it is, but still... at least on the episodes before she got her shit together, I'd say she's kinda worrying.

-Dixon: Yeah this guy's life is just hell lol. I'm not really getting any suicidal vibes out of him, but it is more than plausible.

10/10:

-Cleo: She's just... I love her 🙏🙏 Badass, one of the most interesting characters of the tv show in my opinion, autistic as fuck (they all are, but she's the one I relate to the most), curses the entire town in order to fix her problems and is pretty much happy despite being in an eternal sisyphean cycle.

Needs to retake the am I gay quiz:

-Resus: self explanatory I think. He really needs to get his shit together because I just cannot tolerate when he's all over Luella "oh luella I need your help with this spell and also brain drain dumped me in a wet cardboard box and killed my grandma 🥺🥺" and then going "well thanks for nothing, fuck u and ur stupid useless magic, also even tho we're nothing I will get all possessive over u at the slightest possibility of u liking Luke hey can we kiss to save the world btw" She deserves so much better than him omg. Boy you're queer!!! Leave her alone and just stay with the werewolf!!!

Cannibalised first in plane crash scenario:

-Resus: I just thought this was funny lol

Adderal prescription ASAP:

-Luke: Also pretty self explanatory. Lycantrophy is the magical equivalent of autism and adhd in this universe, I don't make the rules. Both in the books and in the show he's shown having a hard time focusing on class, finding it easier to just focus on his videogames. He spends hours playing on his console, to the point of ignoring his baisc needs, and is pretty hyperactive in my opinion, at least in the show. Really I wish they'd bring back the idea of Eeafa (or maybe even Luella) figuring out a potion or spell to help him manage his wild side, wich, to me at least, is not only his wolf self, but all of his neurodivergent tendencies in general (basically it would be magical meds that makes you have more control over the wolf form on top helping you study).

Missing person:

-Pretty much all the other kids from the books but I choose Kian because he's kinda the one that has the most relevance and the only one with an available image on the internet that is not a 3 pixels wide scan on the Internet Archive (still love them tho). He could potentially be on active suicide risk once he gets old enough to understand what happened to his parents tho, but thinking about that for more than 5 seconds makes me cry so I prefer not to.

And that is basically it! Thank you for listening to my ramblings and analysis of these silly little guys that keep rotating on my head like rotisserie chicken ballerinas. Next will probably be my still pending character analysis for why I assigned the slimes I did on my slime rancher post.

[starakex]

Wurmple Build Log

Guess who's back to drop another overly detailed post about a cosplay project. Another Pokémon one, unsurprisingly! My dumb ass made a Nargacuga fursuit head back in 2020 so I could learn how to work with upholstery foam. It looked... alright... but I know in my heart it was a horrible, horrible mess. Fast forward to 2023, I go to a 3-day convention, wear a bunch of different heavy wigs the whole time, get a rash on my forehead and think, fuck it, I am cringe and I am free, I'm gonna finally live the dream and make a Pokémon suit. It'll be great, and I won't have to wear a wig; I'll just have to worry about heat strokes instead. Fun! Of course, in true shitpost fashion, my perfect fursuit candidate has 10 legs and is shaped like a sausage.

Click on over to read the wondrous tale of building a Wurmple Partial Suit in like two weeks.

1. The Worm

Wurmple started as a dumb little sketch in the corner of my notebook. I have a lot of cosplays and plushes under my belt but the last fursuit (head) kinda looked like it would belong in a bootleg Freddy Fazbear establishment, so I brainstormed over a bunch of Pokémon I like that would work as a partial and are simple enough in design to avoid accidentally creating Uncle Uncanny 2.0. The goal was something that would be relatively comfortable and easy to bring to events 'cause I'm just not mentally prepared to drag a suitcase in public transport and wear a full body sweat carpet yet. I ended up doodling a few ideas like Haunter or Koffing, but then I pictured a Bug Catcher trainer with a bug head and I thought it was funny as hell, so the choice was made. I picked up my copy of Alpha Sapphire to get a good look at the model and immediately ran into a problem; the eyes on Wurmple are literally on the side of the head. They sit so flush you literally cannot see them if you look at them from the front. Not a great start. I figured I could probably hide a small hole for vision right above the mandibles where the red and cream colors separate. I wasn't super confident it would work, but dammit, I was already commited to being a stupid Bug Bug Catcher. Similarly, I looked at the side profile and figured I could open a hole behind the mandibles at mouth height to breathe out of. With an disproportionate amount of confidence for the bullshit I'm about to summon into the world, I began the project by patterning out the tail.

2. Bug Ass

I'll be honest, I started on the tail so I wouldn't have a reason to back out of it if the head ended up being a hot mess. I've patterned out and sewn a few plush before, so making a big ol' headless grub sounded like a reasonable goal. I usually make plush patterns by building out the shape with newspaper and tape, but Wurmple's tail got pretty big when scaled to fit a human, so I searched for alternatives. I ended up building the base shape to draw a pattern out of by taping two pillows together. I tied down small sections to shape the belly and slapped a layer of masking tape over half of it to trace my pattern. Once everything looked good, I cut the pattern pieces out and laid them flat. The pillows were returned to the couch safely once they recovered from the barbaric treatment.

I dug through my materials storage (a sad lonely plastic bin) for some Trash Fabric ™ leftovers from other Trash Projects ™ and tested the pattern out to see how it looked. I made the pattern for the spikes and legs at that point based on the test build and adjusted some seams on the tape pattern to refine some shapes, but overall the first pattern was a great success!

With the mockup done, I pulled out the minky fabric and got to sewing the tail together. I picked minky for the project 'cause it felt right for the cartoony 3d models to have that smooth short-pile look in real life (kinda like the official mascots, really). I was aware the margin for error when your fur pile is 3mm long is basically non-existent, but hey, at least I could work without a respirator on unlike fur! Sewing the body of the tail was pretty straightforward; I assembled the belly panels together, stitched the darts on the red parts to form the curve, and attached the backside of the zigzag spikes to it. I assembled the top and bottom halves together, tacked each zigzag down in place by hand, and filled the whole thing with polyester stuffing to see my beautiful bug sausage take shape.

Once I was sure it everything looked good. I stitched six little white legs and attached them onto the belly by hand using the belly seams as a guide.

Before moving on to the top spikes, I took a break from handsewing to build the tail base. It's a little nub made out of sandwiched upholstery foam with a belt running through a channel carved into the foam. It's topped off with a layer of high density EVA Foam glued at the base to keep the anchor point sturdy. Huge thanks to Neffertity for her tail tutorials as this was the main inspiration behind the method I used for the tail attachment. The foam nub goes about a quarter of the way through the tail, with the rest of it being filled up with the polyester stuffing that was added earlier.

Once the tail attachment point was secured, I started sewing all the spikes for the top half of the tail, stuffed them, and then stitched each of them to the tail by hand. Once they were all stitched on securely, I sewed the back closed with one last minky piece and Wurmple's tail was complete!

(Looking back, I could probably have machine stitched the legs and spikes on... But I was watching some really good Resident Evil Randomizer streams while handsewing these, so I didn't wanna get off the couch to work on the pattern again)

I'm so glad I started with the tail. It was basically a big plush, and I was so proud of the results when I was done that I was energized to start working on the head. Oh right, the stupid worm head with no vision.

3. The Head

Building up the shape of Wurmple's head was simple enough. I began by building a bucket head base out of upholstery foam by following Skyehigh's Studios old tutorial (new one linked here) and slapped some paper on it to figure out the size of the main elements; the mandibles and the eyes. I immediately regret following the tutorial steps for the eye holes, since I Forgot We Weren't Gonna Be Doing That, and mark where my cyclops eyehole is generally going to be instead.

Once I was satisfied with my patterns, I cut some more upholstery foam slabs, carved them with scissors until I got down to the general shape of the mandibles and horns, and glued them onto the base. I immediately got another stress injury carving everything down and realized I did not learn from my wig ventilating mistakes. I took a break to add a turkey carver to my online shopping bookmarks, which I immediately forgot about until I sat down to write this post. Since I was using minky for this project, I needed to make sure my base was as smooth as possible. The fabric is so thin it would pick up every wrinkle ever and look sad if I didn't. I dug into the bin for some Trash Felt ™ and glued it over the mandibles to smooth things out and added some mesh to the holes of the bucket head base to keep the curved shape of the head going without sacrificing those sweet ventilation holes. I also added my vision hole and marveled at my horrifying Mando helmet abomination. At that point in time I'm having some big doubts about the vision hole, but I trudge on because I'm not just gonna wear a bug ass to these conventions.

With the base complete, I covered the whole thing in tape and drew over it like I did with the tail to create a pattern, made sure to forget to take pictures of said pattern so that this step is lost to time, and started sewing the head fabric so I could slap some skin on this bad boy, starting with the horns. At the same time, I stitched the darts on the mandibles, pinned that to the head for later, and assembled the red halves of the head together on the back seam to test the fit.

With the test fit successful, I pulled the red part off in order to machine stitch it to the front half of the head along the zigzag edge and slipped the whole thing over the head again. With everything in place, I painstakingly handstitched everything up, including the side of the mandibles and the horns.

Somewhere in the magical stretch of time between midnight and 5 in the morning, I somehow summoned the inner lining of the head out of french terry knit, a tape pattern and a dream. I also painted a little piece of buckram for the eye mesh to match the red fabric and glued that to the inside of the head. I included a little velcro pocket on the back of the neck in the lining to insert a powerbank for the fans (which I then proceeded to procrastinate on installing for a whole 4 months afterwards). Since I'm an idiot and took no pictures signed an NDA with the Midnight Craft Wizard, here's a picture of the fan installation in the mandibles with velcro so they can be removed to wash it. (Fan kit by Henry's Helmet Fans)

Once the head was completed, I finally went to sleep. And then I woke up at noon and remembered I forgot the eyes WHOOPS I cut four circles out of high density EVA Foam (Two of them smaller for the pupils), heat shaped a slight curve to them, and covered them with minky. I glued the pupils to the irises and then I glued those suckers to the head and NOW THE HEAD WAS ACTUALLY DONE WOOHOO

Turns out hiding the vision hole right over the mandibles was... Actually a decent idea, in the end. It blends pretty well into the face at a short distance. The mouth opening also isn't visible in most angles so I can actually breathe pretty well, and I can even wear a portable necklace fan and have it blow hair into the head without making poor Wurmple eat the fan.

I took it for a test run and realized the eye vision in the suit was actually pretty damn bad overall because the minky covered half of the original hole up, especially on the sides. I took a heat gun and some scissors to the head so I could peel it back around the vision hole, cut some material out to open it up more, and glued everything back down with a new piece of mesh. Now I have like 40 more degrees in my cone of vision, which puts me on par with some of the guys in Metal Gear Solid.

With those adjustments done, the head was finally complete!

4. Get Worm'd on

Turns out I like it a whole lot, whoops. It's definitively not perfect (what costume ever is?), but it looks leagues better than I expected it would, so it works out. Looking back, I don't think I'd really do anything else differently on the build. I still got to make the Bug Catcher outfit to go along with it, but with winter in full swing there's no rush to do so. Definitively looking forward to making a net, though!

If you're still reading, thank you for getting through my ramblings! I hope it was an interesting read, and maybe even provided some insights or inspirations for your own future projects.

❤️

[masked-and-doomed]

NEW ME NEW INTRO!!

Hello, I'm Kat/Kats (or Yomotsu), welcome!! I am so normal about my boyfriends.

Please feel free to ask me about my OC, UG!! Hell, even cooler if you do it in a roleplay kinda way.

Other places you can find me:

@katsdoodles - art blog/archive.

Discord: thatonekats

👆 just in case. Tumblr explodes. Talk to me if you wanna ig (I am not good at conversing. So. Keep that in mind.)

Ao3: ThatOneKat2

👆 Might as well have it here. I've been more in a writing mood this year.

Twitter: @ThatOneKats

I have a twitter now I fucking guess. A bit of bonus content there (a little bit more of unhinged thoughts) but you're not missing much if you don't go there.

UG RP twt: @LIBRARIAMYLAMB

If you wanna see little bits of UG musing about go there.

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Suspected BPD, have been diagnosed autistic. You may see vent posts. Every now and then. Check the tagging system to block em out.

I am deeply in love and sickly affectionate for my 4 darlings. They're my boyfriends, girlfriends, besties- our relationship? Is uhh whatever man. It's love. It's love.

First two being Yomotsu Hirasaka (pfp), and Takao Hiyama. They are my most intense hyperfixation of 2 years.! They are from Mirai Nikki/Future Diary. An anime/manga which I don't really like.

The next beloved is Pocketcat! He is from Fear and Hunger. He's. A silly :) There's so much intrigue of him aaaghhh ough he is so sad.

Last one !! Faust. From Guilty Gear. He's a. He's somebody. Got him on Valentine's Day. He makes me a different kind of ill. Alas, this doctor cannot cure me.

They're 💙 just like me fr. I love them. URL is them btw. Masked men, doomed.

(comfortable with sharing and gushing together with everyone. I don't mind if you send or @ me in stuff that has Faust shipped with someone, (I like appreciating art of Faust in any form :] ) just know I'm uncomfy with all (canon x canon) Faust ships except Happy Chaos, meaning that I won't talk about them (eg., fau.slayer) together.)

I am. Also obsessed with my lambs as well. (The Conclave, consisting of Axus, Libraria, Baldias, and Chronus) They mean a lot to me. I wish to give them happiness they didn't have the time nor place for. You will see me reblog lambs and tag it as them. Feel free to send me lamb pictures, effectively beaming Conclave to me.

NOTE! I do sometimes post about needing my darlings to kill themselves, or wish great harm upon them. I will not always have positive things to say about them. I am a hater as much as I am a lover. (Not the "I want him dead" (lovingly) (though I do have sadism and would enjoy killing them for the fun of it), I have genuine hatred towards them all (Excluding Libraria) and I loathe their existence.

(if I had to guess, this is the bpd doing its thing)

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Yayaya tagging system time!

#ah rambling - general yapping tag

#[MN/funger] rambling - ramblings of MN or funger

#[MN/funger] bangers - memes/shitposts of that fandom

#oc time - posts about the little OCs I have (currently empty. DW about it)

#unnamed girlie - posts about my self insert. (UG for short)

#UG spoilers - in case you wanna go through the UG tag but not be spoiled about the endings and such.

#guy in my head - headcanon posts

#doodle tag - stuff not high effort enough to put into my art blog goes here

#reblog moment - reblogs! So you can filter them out

#lovesick - yandere / obsessive behaviour

#gatito - kitty tag.

#belalang beloveds - grasshopper tag. Belalang is grasshopper in Malay :)

#art save - images I wanna draw (typically memes I wanna draw with my guys)

#art reference material - reblogs of posts with helpful art stuff

#general reference material - reblogs of posts with whatever that isn't art. Not really 'general' perse but I don't have another word

#epic meowtual art - art by the meowtuals!

#ask game - reblogs of ask game posts

#ask game answer - answers to asks abt the ask game

#hello asker - ask tag

#tag game - reblog of posts that are meant to have you tag other ppl to continue the chain

#negative. And #/negative are used for vent posts. Make those sometimes.

#hxrny aroace on main - (mind the x) epic posts where I feel feelings for some characters (carnally)

#fanfic shit idfk - when I post about my fanfiction. (Used to be for talking abt fanfic I'm reading, older posts like that still have this tag)

#girl what you on?? - posts where I'm in some sort of delirium, talking to my beloveds. And being ill about them.

#shit I send to fictional guy - posts I'd send to fictional characters. Will prob have their name tagged too.

#unnamed oc core - wow it's just like him fr. Many things will be tagged this btw. They are not okay. (Same person as UG jsyk)

#pocketkitty - for posts I don't want in the pocket.cat tag or reblogging posts that are like pocket.cat. (only applies to him everyone else gets tagged with their name in posts that are like them)

#robot nephew - similar to pocketkitty just that it's. Mr robo.t K.y

#silly doctor man - I fell into gui.lty g.ear and now I'm in love with this bozo. When I don't want it to be in the main tag. Yes like pocketkitty and robo bo.

#mister omelette - guy that asks which came first the chicken or the egg. Answers himself, it's omelette.

#mask quartet - fucking stupid masked bitches trying to save humanity gone wrong

#spoon cloak - that fucking mantis that I hate

Liveblog tags:

Guilty gear: #pride in my gears: sign, #pride in my gears: rev, #pride in my gears: overture, #pride in my gears: strive

Bleach anime: #not drinking bleach (from Arrancar arc and onwards)

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Tag me in stuff you think I like!! I don't mind! Or like tag games.

There's also a side blog. For degenerate thoughts of mine. If you want it just give a DM ig. (On the harder and disturbing side of kinks though, so warning) (also sometimes post my own drawn pornography there)

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Pictures i want here

(This applies mostly to Faust. Sorry not sorry Faust. I will give you the worst horrors.)

(This is me any time someone mentions Conclave. I wish I could say I was exaggerating. I'll just say that Conclave has spiked my libido and I've been the fastest to draw suggestive art of them and write smut of them than of any other character I've fallen in love with. I need them carnally. And I tell you, it is a need.)

(Sure yeah blinky. Conclave. My beloveds.)

[dagbert-endless]

dagbert endless are you on ao3. do you have a current favorite cotrk fic or

I am not. I've thought about signing up but I don't read much fanfic so it never really interested me. Right now I only bother to go on Ao3 to keep up with Charlie Bone & The Crushing Weight Of The Oncoming Future by mossnrocks.

Nothing's stuck out to me as a favorite tbh. There's the Crushing Weight one I just mentioned, the author just started posting it but I'm liking it so far. I'm not a huge fan of Charlie/Dagbert so it's really a testimony that I like it enough to read it anyways lol. You have Asa the gym teacher, you have Charlie experiencing the horrors of being the age where people want you to do something with your life but you're passionless and aimless, you have Dagbert smashing the marble his father's trapped in (killing him instantly) and biking away. Very fun read so far and I'm looking forward to seeing where the story goes.

I also liked Annals of the North by Lingard_and_the_Stars, because even though I joke I really do like seeing opinions on why the curse played out as it did. Short, sweet, and the Oh Shit realization that nobody has to die but the cycle of patricide will continue on!! That the suffering is for nothing!! I love that, like genuinely.

There's also Letters by yunmin, which might actually be the closest to a favorite I have right now. I'm a sap for yearning and I love that bittersweet ending. Loving a ghost that can never come back, that should never come back. Something something the love was there,,,

On the fanfiction.net side of things, there's a few fics I like:

Drowning by lilmisswritergal4eva82719511. TW for suicide. A oneshot that explores what it would be like if Tancred came back wrong. I love the idea of dying affecting Tancred, and this fanfic takes that idea to a whole new level.

Four For A Boy by DancingSpy. A oneshot of Emma mourning Tancred. Short, sweet, and a little sad.

Letters To Emma by VivaLaVida1704. A oneshot about Emma turning 16. Also short, sweet, and a little sad.

Strange One from the Sea by Winter Gunhands. This one has ~two whole chapters~, wowie. It's a funny fic about Dagbert drowning.

I'm aware that most of these are oneshots, but if you want lengthy, time-consuming fics then you should probably be asking another blog lol

I requested an invite to ao3, but I don't think I'll write any fic. I'm humble enough to admit that writing is a skill I never developed. Which is fine for writing cringe shitposts on tumblr, but not so fine for fanfic.

All this aside, if you have recommendations for CotRK fic my askbox is open. I'm not opposed to reading fic, it's just something I forget to do if it's not on tumblr or linked on the Discord lol

[safetyhazardsystem]

IT'S INTRO TIME GANG

GENERAL INTRO . . . ( 🥃 )

We're Nebula, or Neb, or Nebbie. Pick your favourite!! We're an autistic, fictive-heavy OSDD system with probably enough disorders to create our own keyboard smash if we stuck all of those abbreviations together /j

We're into the roblox games Doors and Pressure, probably every music artist known for having a sad queer fanbase under the sun, HTTYD, Warrior cats, Mouthwashing, TMNT 2012, Sallyface, becoming cringe culture's worst nightmare, and the little fuckass OCs we make

We play bass, draw, and write, and may post that here sometime. Below are some intros for our hosts and cohosts, our tags list and, under that, our boundaries!!

. . . ( ⏳ ) HOST INTROS

Quick side note, our hosts are generally quite young but we don't consider them littles or even really middles due to their mental maturity (in some areas. Do not say penis. They will all laugh).

MAMBA LENARZ ( 🌙 ) he/rot/bug/gutz

- Eccentric eldritch horror intent on consuming everything he is told not to

- Major "villain's ovexcited henchman" energy

- 16/17 insys

- Transmasculine, demi/biromantic, on the asexual spectrum

- Taken (23/12/2023 <3)

- More info here!

LONDON MORNINGSTAR ( ⭐ ) they/them

- Widely known as CC

- A fiend and a scoundrel /j

- 14/15 insys

- Unlabelled gender-wise, pansexual, on the asexual spectrum

- Taken (01/02/2024 <3)

- More info here!

KIRO/HEELER ( 🐾 ) he/xey/pup

- THE PUPPYBOY EVER

- Went to brainrot city and xey were voted mayor

- 15/16 insys

- Pupmascgender, pansexual

- Taken (02/11/2024 <3)

- More info here!

ELIJAH ( 🧿 ) he/it/eye

- The voice of reason. Somehow.

- Don't trust anything it tells you about "the kettle soup incident". I swear it's lying. - 🌙

- 16 insys

- Transman, NWLNW

- Single (Haha L)

- More info here!

OUR TAGS . . . ( ☀️ )

#safetyhazardsystem . . . system-related content

#safetyhazardspeaks . . . responding to asks

#safetyhazardscribbles . . . art content

#safetyhazardscrawling . . . writing and/or poetry

#safetyhazardshitposts . . . aimless content and/or regular old shitposts

#safetyhazardstrings . . . content related to our music or our instrument

#safetyhazardsayshey . . . a tag for our alter introduction posts

( 💥 ) . . . BOUNDARIES AND DISCLAIMERS

- We are uncomfortable interacting with anybody over 22 years old, or anybody under 14. Respect this.

- Triggering posts will come with a pre-given ( ! ) TRIGGER WARNING displayed like so at the top of the post, warning you of the topics discussed. These posts will be hidden under "read more".

- We don't tend to actively engage in or post about syscourse but may do so on occasion. However, this isn't a syscourse blog and we generally stay away from the topic.

- We are strictly anti-nontraumagenic, and don't want to with any kind of "system" that isn't traumagenic. Their supporters are also not welcome here.

- Bigots and fakeclaimers will either be blocked or made fun of and blocked afterward, depending how whoever's in front is feeling at the time. We aren't required to be nice to people like this. Don't expect us to be.

- We are actively working towards source separation for as many of our fictives as possible and are uncomfortable with things like sourcecalls or sourcedating.

- Tonetags are highly appreciated!! We are autistic and do struggle with tone over text.

- This post will change with time, so check back every once in a while!!

- This intro was written (mainly) by Mamba and CC! Props to them, gang!!