#feel free to ignore me i am just rambling to myself here

[zehina]

I am not cut out to be a writer, never was. I don't have a consistent schedule, and the weight of wanting to provide for those few who enjoy my writing crushes me eventually.

I don't know why I decided to be one.

[grendel-menz]

yo im not sure if this is a weird ask so feel free to ignore but like !! sorry i just had a moment bc ive been struggling w being half white for a long time now, like something was off my entire life with how other white people would treat me as an Other, the way they would like reduce me to an animal/the wild friend/make some weird dehumanizing comments, and despite all this not even knowing the truth of my ancestry til i was out of high school. but at the same time i felt like i could never really claim it? like i had no connection to my native side since my father wasn't allowed that so i was basically raised White and every time i looked in the mirror something told me it was wrong for me to even seek that connection. it did not help that i'd meet other half natives here who would tell me that (there is a weird culture here about rooting out "fakers" and accusing people you dont like of faking their history to get yourself more legitimacy). sorry this is all a rambly preface to say id always related to your art about ancestry and culture and finding yourself and how people treat you but felt wrong for it but then you post a picture and you're a stones throw away from me. like, we look like we could be cousins. idk i just went wow, i look like that too, its okay, i shouldnt have gatekept my connecting behind fear of... i dont even know what anymore. idk this ask has no point so from another genderweird half who hallucinates i hope u have a great week month year and i hope good things happen to you. you bring a lot of joy to people

I'm sorry you've struggled with all this, it can be really tough. My situation is a bit different since my mom never let me forget I'm Filipino. I never felt distant from being mixed, just the culture we lost due to some extraordinarily difficult circumstances in the past few generations of my moms side. I'm also lucky in that Filipinos and SEAsians as a whole tend to be very avid about welcoming mixed kids into the community (though there's a lot of racism and colorism involved in the level of acceptance someone gets, unfortunately. I'm pale and treated well, and I doubt someone darker skinned would be treated as well in certain circles.).

I can't speak for Native American communities, but I will solidly say in general that blood quantum and its enforcement is colonial. Your ancestors do not love you in halves or quarters, that would be very strange. When I have a baby I plan to love the whole thing and not just whatever dna percentage is mine. It's just important to research, support, reach out to, and represent your community to the best of your ability. (If I've misspoken here lmk.)

I have Indigenous family members, ancestry, and community, but I don't personally call myself Indigenous because I am still researching and reconnecting, and it's such a big word. There's no rush to things, go at the pace you're comfortable with when it comes to seeing yourself.

Sorry for being long winded! Hopefully that helps or yeah! :D

[angeldrawsstuffs]

This is a bit of a wild theory, so feel free to ignore my ramblings, BUT-

I was talking to @impulsivefanwriter about Logan and his moms, and somehow I only just then realized that there’s the possibility Logan was adopted rather than being biologically related to one or maybe both of his moms (idk one could be trans or something).

ANYWAY, this made me have an absolutely WILD thought after the fact Logan has a unique form of dreamcrafting came up.

So, Logan’s dream form is blue, and that’s also a color he’s just generally heavily associated with, right? And he’s clearly got some kind of gift for dreamcrafting considering he can (limitedly) do it without an hourglass more than even Mateo could pre-Dream Forge.

This is to say: who else do we know with a unique ability for dreamcrafting and who is also associated with the color blue?

LUNIA, BABY!

Am I saying Lunia could be Logan’s biological mother? Possibly.

Just THINK ABOUT IT- it would explain why Logan has this ability nobody else does, and, not to mention it makes sense within the story of Lunia for her to have had a child sometime before her final confrontation with the Nightmare King.

So, what do we know about the timeframe of Lunia’s last battle? Well, it must’ve happened when the current team of Dream Chasers were either very young or not born yet, seeing as Oz is visibly much younger during the fight.

(Here’s a comparison of present day Oz vs him during the final fight for reference)

Anyway, we also know this whole thing started with Migo/the Nightmare King being upset Lunia wasn’t able to spend all her time with him. What if Lunia staying awake through countless nights because of her newborn baby is what drove him over the edge and caused him to attack her?

Anyway, again, this is a VERY wild theory I’m not 100% sure on myself, but it’s a fun thought and could be AU fodder someday, who knows!

[mastermindmiko]

Heart shaped eyes

pairing: Draco Malfoy + reader word count: 945 warnings: none, but let me know if you find any

a/n: Here's a little short story to get me going after the two month break. I hope you guys like it.

Hey! if you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

“As much as I want him to, he doesn’t, Pansy.” I huff and I sit down on the bed to wear my high heels. She rolls her eyes, like she does everytime we talk about this subject. She retorts, “Why else would he ask you for the ball then?” 

“Because he had no one else to ask.” I shoot back, and she jumps up from her bed and sits down on the floor in front of me grabbing my arms, steadily, ignoring the way she’s wrinkling her own dress. She says, “Honey, your grades are amazing, so I don’t understand how you don’t get this. He likes you, he asked you to the ball because he likes you.” 

“Then why would he say that we’re going as just friends?” I add a piece of information that I should’ve told her about a long time ago. Her face twists into confusion, and she says, “Did he actually say that?” 

I think back to exactly what happened and I stutter, “I-I mean, he kind of sort of did?” 

“So, he didn’t actually say that?” 

“Well, Draco’s never been very forward about his feelings, but I could tell.” I say, folding my arms, slipping my hands away from her’s. She rolls her eyes once more, and replies, “That is true, but he’s also never been that good at hiding them.” 

I look away from her, not wanting to indulge in the thought that my long time crush of four years would like me back. Pansy starts, “The reason why I stopped liking him-” 

I always hated when she brought up her feelings for him. It was a rocky part of our friendship, both of us hoping he’d like one of us back. She continues, “Is because I wasn’t blind enough to not notice the way he simply adores you.”

Pansy wouldn’t lie to me, I know that, even when she kissed him one night about a year ago, she’d told me straight away, because no boy was worth it. I held back because she liked him, but now that she doesn’t, why am I still holding back?

“I don’t know…I’d hate to do something that would ruin our friendship.” I say, lowering my head to the floor. She nods her head and says, “Alright, that’s a valid concern, but just please open your eyes, tonight, and see what everyone’s been seeing for so long.” 

“Okay, I promise that if I see his heart shaped eyes, I will kiss him myself.” I giggle at the absurdity of my words, and Pansy smiles, but shakes her head disapprovingly. 

She puts on her own shoes, and says, “We should get going, the ball’s about to start.” 

We head down the stairs and Blaise notices Pansy first. He grins and rushes up the last few steps to catch her arm in his grasp. He kisses her and they rush into the great hall, excitedly. I didn't even notice that Draco’s been looking at me till I couldn’t see my friends anymore. 

His eyes are unblinking, but not in a creepy way. I start to feel self conscious as I stand in front of him, and he’s yet to say or do anything. I wave my hand over his face, and say, “Umm, Draco? Is there something wrong with the dress or something?” 

He shakes his head as he snaps out of whatever trance he was in, and he starts rambling. Calm,cool and collected Draco Malfoy starts rambling. He says, “I- no, it’s great, you’re great- I mean uhh, it’s my favourite colour and you’re uh, you’re um…gorgeous, not that you're only gorgeous because of the dress, you’re always gorgeous, beautiful even most of the time, I mean all the time. Even when you’re half asleep during the early classes-”

I really wanted to ignore what was happening, stay on the safe side, to keep our friendship intact, but I really wanted this, I really really wanted him. I couldn’t deny it anymore, Merlin knows how Pansy knew that tonight was the night, but with Draco’s flushed cheeks, and as cringy as it sounds, heart shaped eyes, I couldn’t help myself anymore. 

I cup his face in my hands, and I peck his lips. It’s soft, light, nearly nothing, but it cuts off his rambling and short circuits my heart. He blinks, once, twice, three times, and I start to regret my decision. It’s my turn to ramble, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that you wouldn’t umm- I should’ve thought of better ways to shut you up like tell you, or slap you or something-” 

He takes a step towards me, effectively silencing me, and pulls me in closer by my waste. He leans down, he hesitates, he looks into my eyes, and I hope that they’re telling him to do it, and he does. He kisses me deeply, the entire opposite of the first kiss. It was strong, and sure. 

He parts from my lips when we aren’t able to breathe anymore. He smiles at me, and I giggle as I see the remains of my lipstick on his lips. I smile, “You’ve got, um-” 

He reaches out to where I’m pointing in confusion, and I stop his hands by holding them, and reaching out my thumb to wipe his lips. Once again, he’s staring at me with so much emotion that I try not to fumble under the attention. I say, “Lipstick.” 

“You shouldn’t have worn any because I think I’m going to spend the entire night with red lips.” He smiles, and kisses me again. When he leads me to the great hall, I’m the one with heart shaped eyes.

[crystallizsch]

Hello! I really like your art and comics with Jamil and your OC. It looks very cute!

I just want your thoughts on this as a Jamil lover. I really like Jamil but Idk why??? I like him so much that I cry whenever I don't get his card or daily greetings at login. He's not usually my type like Izuku or Tanjiro. Just want to know your thoughts since you like Jamil hehe. It's ok if you don't respond!

AAH THANK YOU SO MUCH it means a lot to hear you like them i really appreciate it!! 💖💕💖💕💖

ANYWAYS as a jamil enthusiast i ask myself that question too 🤠;;

dont know what kinda hypnotizing magic he did on me but it worked bc i was incredibly neutral about jamil when i first saw him and now he lives in my head rent-free

okay in all seriousness i ended up rambling about jamil and why i like him personally and it ended up longer than intended so uh proceed with caution under the cut 🧍

(i had to look up the characters you mentioned,,, i know both of the anime but BARELY know the characters so idk how to compare other than they seem to be the benevolent hero/protagonist type???) (so on that note theyre actual opposites??? of jamil 😭)

okay so for me i personally just find jamil’s character really fascinating (and relatable???)

like his character arc drew me in i think, i legit do not recall 100% how i started liking him bc he was NOT my usual type either

i saw him before book 4 and went “okay” 🤷 and moved on 😭

my usual type is kalim actually (the sunshine type with a depressing reason for being all sunshine-y lmao) but. i did not vibe at first with how kalim looks so i didnt really get attached to him either 🤧 (im absolutely fine with him now tho 😭 ive learned to appreciate him more thanks to other kalim enjoyers)

(and tbf a lot of twst characters i didnt think i would like but here we are)

back to jamil. alright maybe it’s his looks. maybe bc he’s a pretty guy idk. but if that’s the case i wouldve been all over vil bc he’s the definition of beautiful gorgeous guy who doesnt fw with gender norms but im NOT. instead it’s JAMIL.

i think it doesn’t help that aladdin is one of my favorite disney movies too 😭 jafar has that two-faced, manipulative disposition with a side of dramatic, and insane and that’s. actually just jamil.

so maybe i guess what drew me in with jamil is that sense of theatrics, the dramatics ;;; that dichotomy of having that level-headed, intelligent front he puts up but then also having this unhinged, unfiltered side that he shows when he is free to be more himself

i’m a sucker for seemingly calm and collected characters on the outside and then their true self being WAY more different and expressive

(i think this would make more sense if you’ve seen aladdin and if you remember how jafar is like in the movie) (i am also choosing to ignore that ONE scene with jafar and jasmine towards the end iykyk) (and the twst characters shouldnt be considered one-to-one with their disney counterparts anyway but i digress)

also scalding sands event my beloved it might be what actually sold me on him bc things like his little sister reveal and his childhood stories wrecked me

(also also i’m obsessed with his canon dynamic with kalim but that’s another thing altogether)

or maybe it’s not that deep and that i just grew attached for no particular reason 🧍 (and that reasoning in of itself should be completely fine as well if that’s your case! just. like who you like, there really doesnt have to be a reason as long as you enjoy them)

uhhhh in conclusion,,, jamil’s a really complex character tbh i could say so much more about his relatability but i feel like im already exposing myself a lot LMAO and i dont think i can properly articulate with words anyway how deeper his character is beyond my surface level thoughts

[thebisexualdogdad]

Hello my good sir/person! I was wondering if you wrote for Transmasc!Readers? I kinda got my idea based on your One Piece characters reacting to Reader changing so. If you do write for Transmasc!Readers then could I possibly request a Zoro x Transmasc!Reader where he walks in on Reader changing and he's either wearing a binder or has top surgery scars (whatever you're comfy with), Reader freaks out a bit about Zoro seeing him this way but Zoro reassures him that it's okay?

Idk it sounded kinda cute 👉👈

Feel free to ignore if it's not your jam, I won't take it personally.

Have a good day/night!

Roronoa Zoro x trans male!reader

Standing in front of the full body mirror propped between yours and Zoro's bunks, you remove your shirt to inspect yourself after a fight against some pirates on the island you were docked at.

You fought alongside Zoro and your crewmates, successfully dodging their swords and bullets but you did find a bruise blooming on your ribs where one of them had sucker punched you.

Raising one arm in the air you examine the bruise, running two fingers along it making you wince but then the scars on your chest catch your attention and your fingers trace over them as well.

You were going to have to tell your friends the truth about yourself eventually but you had only joined the strawhats two months ago and weren't quite sure how they would react.

This wasn't exactly something openly talked about in the East Blue afterall.

You're lost in your train of thought and taken aback by the sound of Zoro’s voice behind you, “damn man what happened to you?”

You instantly knew he wasn't talking about the bruise.

You had gotten quite close to Zoro over the last two months but you hadn't yet found the courage to tell even him.

Despite sharing a room you always made sure to be clothed when he was nearby only changing with the door locked or in the ship's bathroom.

Turning around your hands instinctively cover your chest and you sputter out, “it's-it's nothing.”

“Did someone do that to you?” Zoro questions stepping closer to you.

“No I… I did this to myself… well I mean I choose to do this,” you ramble nervously.

“What are you talking about Y/N?” He says confused.

“Zoro I- I need to tell you something,” you say, removing your hands and exposing your scars, “I'm a man but… I was born a woman.”

He stands there staring at you for a moment before it finally sinks in, “oh… so your chest… those scars-”

“I found a doctor last year in a village known for their practices in experimental medicine, he performed the surgery and made my chest look more like a mans,” you explain.

“Wow… that's actually pretty cool,” he says.

“You think it's cool?” You say surprised, “you don't care that I wasn't born a man.”

“I believe people should be free to live their most fulfilling lives regardless of gender, if you say you are a man then in my eyes you are one and it has been an honor to fight by your side the last few months and I know everyone on the crew would say the same,” he states.

You gulp, holding back the tears welling, “thank you Zoro.”

“And don't worry, I won't tell any of the others but I promise whenever you’re ready they are going to be just as proud of you as I am,” he continues.

“You don't know how much that means to me,” you tell him.

It's quiet for a second before he chuckles, “anyways, Sanji sent me in here to tell you dinner is ready.”

“Right, let me get dressed, I'll be out in a minute,” you smile.

Zoro leaves you alone and you look at your scars in the mirror again, this time feeling like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

Very few people in your life knew about your secret but you were glad Zoro was now one of them.

[landwriter]

1589 got me feeling&rambling and I'm so sorry beforehand that I can't keep it short and simple, as would probably befit the thing. Feel free to ignore if not interesting to you, still you are the one that comes to mind when thinking about Hob being morally grey.

That scene is always so painful to watch, mostly because Hob is behaving like such a sorry fool. He has really decked himself out to impress his stranger and misses the mark so dramatically.

(Whereas Dream seemingly has not held back either - I mean it's easily his hottest look, you can't tell me he didn't mean to make a lasting impression. So much disappointment on both sides.)

Cringe Hob as part of the dark Hob spectrum, his self-importance/selfishness showing - of course it's not pure fun to watch, but I'm always so fascinated by that flicker of pain (foreshadowing shame) that comes right to the surface in all his put on show, just before he orders the lamb. The contrast makes for a very intense moment, imo. And I am wondering, has he really left all of this behind by 1889? Or is he simply more smooth by that time (that's what I'm getting from the show) ? In fanfics his flaws are mostly depicted as minor or serving a good end in modern times, he is always such a goodie by then (and I love him, of course). But can we imagine just a trace of more questionable/offputting Hob in the mix (if only on impulse) - to be clear, I have no idea how that would work. Or should we just be grateful that that lies behind him (it certainly makes for a much more likeable character and a nicer love story)?

(me force feeding myself more of the horrible stuff I just wanted to avoid looking at)

It's a beautiful contrast: opulence and insecurity. Success and asking still for validation. I have Thoughts on each meeting (please send me asks about them) - ostensibly the very first fannish thing I did for this show, and also in my adult life, was rewatch the meetings and pause constantly and take - oh holy Christ over 4,000 words of notes.

I propose Hob is not acting like a sorry fool. Sure, some bits are clearly played for comedy. Hob is selfish, self-important, and given to hedonism. He is concerned primarily with his own comfort and the personal pleasures of life. But I blame 1589 pretty solidly on Dream. In 1489, after being asked what his experience is like, he answers Dream with an inarticulate statement spoken by a true person who just Digs The Experience of Experiencing: it's 'fucking brilliant' and 'all changing'. Dream asks how, Hob literally looks around the room like a student who forgot an essay was due, and names chimneys and playing cards. Handkerchiefs. Simple things - still sensual things - but simple ones. Certainly no sociopolitical discourse here. What will you people think of next, says Dream, deeply sarcastic and visibly disinterested. And Dream also asks him: but what is Hob doing with his time? This, too, he is under-prepared to answer. Soldiering, banditry, bit of printing press work. Hardly enough to impress this supernatural lord, and Hob can tell.

When he is granted, explicitly, another 100 years by Dream, it is not only a relief, but I think a part of Hob squares its jaw in that moment and says: I'll show him - I'll show him what I can do in a century, I'll earn his pleased regard. Not necessarily because he's even, you know, madly in love at this point, but because he's in it for the living, does not intrinsically have great ambitions, but does have someone who has a) seemingly granted him this greatest gift and b) is unimpressed with what he's doing with it. And he's lost everyone he knew. Dream is now his oldest acquaintance, and wouldn't it be nice if he liked Hob?

He knows only the language of what impresses other men, and this is what he achieves. But to Dream, both Hob's socially-valued successes and his deeply personal ones are terrifically uninteresting. They are not New Dreams To Spur The Minds Of Men. There is no new story in a man seeking fortune and having a wife and a child he loves. He is ancient as the first dreaming thing, and he is Bored. He is, in fact, soured on this meeting from the outset, when he says "Hello, Hob," which on my watch struck me, apparently, as extremely bizarre and of having a real air of Hob being In Trouble. (The only other times Dream says his name are at the first, looming and omniscient, and in 1789, - 'I suggest you find yourself a different line of business, Robert Gadling'. He does not say it at their modern meeting.)

I mean - how would you impress someone? Someone who was interested in your deeds? Putting on a nice little dinner and catching them up on your life, talking about your family, seems a decent enough shout. It's not like you can ask him about his life, he won't offer information when asked and only sometimes will correct you if you venture your own guesses. (see also: 1889 foreshadowing) Hob is feeling proud and triumphant, feeling like he's come far. He is obviously a bit obnoxious about it, but I do think Dream shows off his flaws far more in 1589 than Hob does.

Hob's greatest sin, here, is trying to be liked. His greatest regret is almost certainly not the spread he put on, but the moment he was really, truly, earnest - not underscored even by a subsequent joke - the moment he declaims that this is what he had imagined Heaven to be like (safe enough to walk the streets; good food; good wine) - Life is so rich, he says - and Dream looks away to listen to Will Shaxberd, and we watch real time as Hob's expression collapses. He had leaned forward nearly out of his chair in enthusiasm, and now he shrinks back, reminded again of the dangers of earnestness: being alone in it. Being ignored. Better to make a joke of things, which is why he tells so many around Dream, especially after being more open - it's clearly a matter of habit. (It is also, incidentally, absolutely unappealing to Dream, who really and truly looks at him for the first time in 1689, when he is stripped of the social niceties of men and reigns nothing in.) He eats. He frets. He has had another century, and he has failed to impress the stranger.

The worst moment, I think, is that Dream does not renew their compact. He does not ask Hob if he still wishes to live, and Hob does not get the opportunity to say "Oh, yes." He was given this gift for one reason: the stranger was curious about his experiences. Does the stranger seem still curious about him now? I wonder, honestly, if Hob thought he would see another meeting.

Has he really left that all behind by 1889? No - you hear it in his own words, 'People are almost always better than you think they are.' - the earnesty, and then the joke - 'Not me, though, still the same as ever.' Except it's not really a joke, is it? Hob is saying to Dream, I know you don't think much of me, well, I don't pretend to think much of myself. He still wants Dream's validation, of course, he's just trying to earn it differently. (It goes poorly.) He's smoother, but also more frustrated, more fed up, more hungry for knowledge of his stranger; and I think that's such an interesting point in time for him. I think he leaves little behind, and what he does leave behind, he dreams of. He's changed so much and so little, and I think you could really go in whatever direction you want depicting that and be convincing.

I can't speak to the fanon on Hob's flaws because I don't read nearly as much as I wish I could. While I don't personally think 1589 Hob was actually that questionable or offputting - at least no more than most people would be in that situation - I would love to see a modern fic where has the same flaws he's always had, where they come up maybe different than they would have several centuries ago, but they absolutely exist, it does have plot consequences. Bonus points if he is not being offputting for the purposes of rescuing Dream from the fishbowl - if his flaws exist independent of his relationship with Dream altogether. Bonus bonus points if Hob is the one whose character development needs to be developed and Dream is in a better place than he is. If anyone has fic recs feel free to drop them in the comments!

P.S. 1589 Dream, wow, yes, for sure. 10/10 would babble and get walked out on

[gomillust]

Hello @f1utterbatz I am not SUPER familiar with tumblr so you have to forgive me if there’s a certain etiquette I failed to recognize, but this is the funniest set of tags for my art I’ve ever received during my time here and I appreciate it! /gen

BUT anyways I’m going to elaborate on my Zorinas (16, she/her non binary)

(that’s the OC’s name I feel an obligation to explain myself if I may)

(Will include pokemon SV spoilers)

(And also I love talking about Zorina in general I just dump the WILDEST shit on her LMFAO)

SV ZORINA

Zorina started as a pokemon Scarlet OC (specifically scarlet bc thats the one I played). I have another OC paired with her who I will ignore for this explanation, but basically, she’s the Prototype AI before AI Sada where they experimented to make a fully functioning human out of code. But she was too “human” to be used for the Paradise Protection Protocol, even defied AI Sada to the point she ran away

Long story short — she was attacked and lost all of her memories, found by my other OC (former Sada intern) who repaired her, needed a place to stay, so Hassel and Brassius took her in as their own and hadn’t told her she’s not human

Anyways on to BW2 and XY OC, they’re pretty short in comparison to my SV OC since they’re new but yes

BW2 ZORINA

This Zorina knows she’s AI LMAO. A robot.. she’s basically made to be Colress’ assistant, and worships him like a god (or loves him as a father? But just doesn’t know what she feels yet?) for “giving her life,” and yearns to be human like everyone else. (Post-BW2 she’s still his assistant, but she mellows out a bit and becomes more like SV Zorina, coming to terms with herself)

This is first ever art of her that was floating in my brain. Have sillies now

XY Zorina

I don’t have art of her… she is just a super new concept

Basically, she was created by Team Flare with a bit of help from Professor Sycamore for Lysandre to create the perfect woman — young, elegant, artistic, and beautiful — for the whole perfect world and eternal beauty + youth thing. So among the Zorinas, she’s the most “super human-y” because she was made to be unblemished at all costs, you can’t cut through her hair, all that stuff. He is obsessed with her, to the point that he won’t allow her to go anywhere without him/supervision from a Team Flare scientist.

Her plot throughout the game is that she’s Serena’s/Calem’s rival who is secretly going out and battling the gyms behind Lysandre’s back, and she eventually gets caught. Because Lysandre is a control freak, the whole thing in Lysandre cafe is also an attempt to help set her free.

She was taken under Sycamore’s care post-team flare plot

I’m sorry if this was incredibly messy and ramble-y but I like Zorina <33 wait until I make more version exclusives soon! LMAO

[leidensygdom]

well @voidsteeth has given me the power to ramble a bit more. PLEASE ignore the cat in that picture, for some goddamn reason it's the only way tumblr let me post this goddamn picture. it's a nice kitty, mind you

Up above, some really loose logo/main pic ideas for it! Excuse my terrible handwriting. Let me do it bullet-point format since it helps my adhd pin down stuff

So, it's gonna be a RPG. I wanna figure some fun gimmick and I surprisingly have a bunch of that well fleshed out! (Part of it revolving the elemental system, concerning Flesh/Memory/Mind/Matter/Soul). I'm not a huge fan of the repetitive encounter "smash everything in front of you" format. I'm going to be using RPG Maker MZ. My partner has a lot of experience with that, which should help a lot!

Inspired by a bit of a mix of classic JRPGs and more recent indie RPGs, specially Rpg Maker stuff. I've been raised watching my dad play the old Final Fantasy games (which I love dearly, specially IX, X and VII), but I've ended up loving the more recent indie scene myself (OFF, Oneshot, Undertale/Deltarune, Everhood)

(I'm gonna be playing more RPG Maker games to help with inspiration and knowing how much I can bend the system- Please feel free to recommend me some!)

Set in a sort of high fantasy setting, and it takes a bunch of stuff from the one I run my current DnD campaign in. I think it will feel familiar to DnD/PF players, but I'm going all in with my own worldbuilding! I wanna set myself apart from these.

I want to have a sort of in-game illustrated encyclopedia because I really dig that. I liked the way OFF used images here and there to add to the lore. I just love the idea of being able to collect pages and learn more on the way. I've sketched the ones for the elements already!

Themes will spin around friendship and human connection, eldritch horror flavoured stuff, and some temporal shenanigans too. It will also tackle on the importance of understanding the past- The story will put some focus on how people are too busy pillaging a ruined city to understand what actually destroyed it in the first place. Which, well, it's the kinda thing to have consequences.

I'm planning to work on this on my free time, and once it has a nice shape (and perhaps a playable demo), I may consider having a Kickstarter to complete it. I'm fairly confident I can handle (with enough time) most of the parts of it. I just need to get a bit familiar with pixel art (for the maps). I used to do that ages ago! I'm also familiar enough with programming and have done small web-games in the past.

The one thing I am absolutely not qualified enough for is music. I wanna try honing my skills but- Oh boy. (on that note, if you know of small musicians that are open for commissions, do let me know! Just as a very preliminary view)

also you can bet this is gonna be really LGBTQ+ themed. I wanna also take the chance to maybe sprinkle in some of my heritage's stuff, I've wanted to do that for ages!

I'm of course always open for specific questions about this. I'm really excited to work on it and help my mental health on the way. I'll do my best to share some concept art, mock ups and such as I get it more fleshed out! I have some enemies pinned down and I think people will really enjoy these designs : )

[sdv-roseglass-farm]

Sebastian x Asexual! Reader - Coming out as asexual

Hi! My assessments are finally done (whoop). To get back into the swing of things I am writing one of my own ideas before focusing on getting through the requests :)

The story is gender neutral for the reader by the way, so I hope whoever reads this enjoys it! I made it sort of as an indulgence to myself, so if you are asexual you may not fully relate as it is a spectrum

I made a list on my kofi for a list of my future ideas (not including requests), so feel free to have a look and see which ones you want to see more!

Not proofread!

I gaze over the lake, feeling the breeze gently flow around me. The sky turning purple and pink as the night creeps in. I feel as though my stomach is in knots, my hands slightly tremoring due to me nerves. Over the past few months I have been thinking more about my sexuality. I always felt a bit out of place whenever my friends in the city mentioned finding someone sexy, or going on about their sex lives - I just never realised why. Since being in a relationship with Sebastian I have thought about it more. I know that I feel attracted to him and hope one day to have a future with him, but the idea of being that intimate just makes me feel uncomfortable.

I know that sex is important in many relationships, and that this might be the reason my relationship ends, but I have to stay true to myself. If I continued to ignore it I would be ruining the trust between Sebastian and I without him ever knowing.

"Hey sweetheart," I hear Sebastian call, walking towards me, "I didn't expect to find you out here. Everything okay?"

I turn towards him, watching as he takes a seat beside me, my throat tightening as my nerves skyrocket. I nod, unable to find the words, desperately trying to build up the courage, turning back towards the lake. I stare out at the peaceful water, using it to try and focus on what I want to say.

"y/n? Are you alright?" Sebastian asks worriedly, before gently placing his hand on my elbow. I close my eyes, focusing on the warmth of his hand on my skin, using it draw my attention away from my increasingly spiralling nerves.

"I-um... shit... I need to speak to you about something," I manage to say.

I feel Sebastian go tense, his body freezes realising the seriousness of the conversation. The silence lingers, my inability to find the words worsening the tension.

"Are you wanting to break up?" Sebastian softly asks.

"No! Well, maybe. It is hard to find the words. Fuck, okay um..." I stumble, glancing back up at Sebastian, his shoulders hunched over, hiding his eyes from mine at my words.

"I am asexual!" I blurt out, not wanting Sebastian to jump to conclusions or to blame himself. I look away from him once more, unable to hold eye contact. "I know that to some people sex is really important in a relationship, and I have recently realised that I don't think I will ever be comfortable being that intimate with someone. I don't feel that sort of attraction, and to me the idea of it personally makes me feel uncomfortable." I ramble, feeling his gaze burn into my skin, as though he was gazing into my soul.

Silence once more lingers, my words ringing in my ears.

"Can I hug you?" Sebastian asks, keeping a soft tone, shuffling closer to me. I nod, my throat tightening once more. I feel him wrap his arms around me, pulling me gently towards him. I rest my head on his shoulder, smelling the faint hints of cigarettes and motor oil in the side of his hoodie. He rocks us slowly from side to side, the comfort calming my nerves.

"I don't care about sex," Sebastian states quietly, pressing a kiss to my head before continuing on, "it may be important to some people, but not to me. I am glad you told me, and I am happy you are discovering more about yourself."

I feel my eyes brim with tears at his words, the love I have for him increasing with his support.

"If I ever, do something that may cross a line or make you feel uncomfortable I want you to tell me, okay? I know I am shit with talking at times, but you are important to me y/n. I love you, and I want you to be able to come to me about things without worry. I am in a relationship because I love and care about you as a person."

I choke out a sob, nodding before pulling away slightly. Sebastian gently wipes my tears away, the care and concern in his eyes unwavering.

"I love you too, and I want you to feel comfortable telling me about things as well, even if you worry about what my response may be. I don't want you to feel neglected or regret not experiencing some more physical parts in a relationship."

"I doubt I will. I have two working hands that are good enough," he jokes causing me to let out a light chuckle, "hell, there half a tonne of different sex toys out there if I need them. I spent a while thinking I was never even going to find someone who would be able to put up with my weird work schedule and love me for who I am. If I do feel neglected in anyway, we can talk about it. Even if I am shit at it, I will always try as you are the most important person in my life, y/n."

He pulls me back into his arms, letting the cool breeze surround us as we stay there, enjoying one another's presence, listening to the soft wind and fish in the lake, feeling as though a weight has been lifted off my chest.

Word count: 899

[kingofthefortress]

GREETINGS!!

As you should all know, I am Kinger, and I have gained internet access and will be posting about the digital events happening in life frequently! The others said introduction posts are useful, so here you go!

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[rawliverandgoronspice]

Alright I think I’ve sent a ask in before and you answered it, I’m not sure if I’m just repeating myself but if I am feel free to ignore!

Alright I wanted to talk about changes in the gerudo culture, now naturally culture norms will change and fade as time goes on. But with the gerudo I can’t help but feel that they were forced to change much of their culture just to appease the other races.

Like why did they stop training Molduga? Why did they change their style to be more feminine etc.

Personally I feel like they were forced to change their culture so they wouldn’t get attacked. Why? Well example the sheikah, the sheikah are a tribe very close to the royal family. They will take out anyone who is a threat to the royal family, correct? Well who used to actively oppose the royal family, the gerudo.

I believe the sheikah still have a prejudiced against the gerudo because, you cannot find a single gerudo in kakariko village. You can find gerudo npcs outside the village thought, on the dangerous rode. Wouldn’t it be easier and safer for them to just cut through kakariko village? Unless there was still bad blood

I’m sorry to bother with my my insane ramblings I just wanted to share and I felt this place appropriate to share my thoughts.

Thank you for reading and thank you and have a nice night/morning/afternoon

Hey, thanks for the ask!

I mean, regardless of what actually did happen in canon, if anything did, I have to say that BotW, and then TotK's internal narrative regarding the gerudos feels rather worrying to me --for several reasons, some of which you do mention here.

The gerudos, by virtue of having the strongest culture that differs from hylians, is the one that is also the most dynamic in these games' shared reality (so TotK's mythical past, BotW, and then TotK modern era), the one that is the most malleable and ongoing internal change.

The first time we see the gerudos, historically, they have a certain political structure that seems to rely on kinghood, have certain skills related to war (the molduga situation), and even have fashion sensitivities that are relatively different to modern era's gerudos (the mohawk, etc, and I Will Not mention the ear situation for the inconsistent mess that it is). Then, the whole shenanigans with Rauru happen, we see the Sage of Lightning having a fashion sense that feels closer to what we know, and we get to see active collaboration happening.

Fast-forward hundreds-to-thousands of years later: not only are gerudos vassal to Hyrule pre-Calamity, but, while their town is still closed behind walls, the gerudos have a strong cultural focus on seeking (mostly) hylian husbands. We get to hear about the younger generations pushing against the strong rules keeping the city closed, and that the walls aren't as closed as they used to be.

In TotK, not only is the actual language evolving (so even if old hylian seems to have been a thing, the speed of language evolving is to be noted imo), but we see clear examples of the ancestral rules being challenged to the point of near annihilation. By the time we leave the gerudos behind, two hylian men have snuck inside the walls/forced their presence upon them, and we have heard of at least another group who have been working for years to make them bend the rules for their sake. Zelda came around and influenced their war techniques, and even their ancient legends get recontextualized as involving hylian men with the Eight Heroin, or as monstrously evil and something to seek forgiveness for in the case of Ganondorf. Subtextually, I'd argue we are assisting to a culture being assimilated in real time. It might be portrayed as a good thing, as old, useless or even arguably bigoted traditions being cast aside, but I still have to insist that while gerudos are yielding their cultural identity under (mostly) hylian pressures, hylians spend the *entire game* rediscovering and reinforcing their own culture and pushing forward a cultural heritage that is thousand of years old --even reinjecting lost elements of its roots into its prosperous future.

And, yeah. It's kind of worth noting at least.

[teeth--thief]

Photos of Lyonyd (Leonid?…) Toptunov? I wouldn’t mind rambling on him, also.

- Rodka

I deliberately saved this ask for last (sort of). As a treat for myself and as a threat for everyone else ♡ And for @ur-favorite-basil-enthusiast since he was also interested in seeing The Collection.

I'll have to split this into a few parts - dreaful, I know! - because I can only add 10 pictures to one post while on mobile =( I'll keep reblogging with additional pictures till I run out of things to share. Subscribe for more insane content in the future and don't forget to click that bell icon to...

Part 1

He had manifested to me in a dream when I first started researching Chernobyl, have I ever mentioned that? Well, he has. Which was truly an anomaly because I almost never have any dreams at all... but about that some other time, perhaps.

I am going to put the pictures of him under the cut so nobody gets jumpscared by my Collection of Five Billion White Guy Pictures. And I'll also include some relevant information! Or as relevant as I can make it, at least.

Just to be clear (and safe): I found all of these out in the wild, on da internet. I am, however, pretty sure that at least the collage of his pics from uni times is from @/toptunovleonid on Instagram. So, just to be very clear: all credit for at least that goes to her.

Semi-chronologically, his pictures go like this:

Ignoring that one picture that is barely visible and out of frame in a few pictures of the photo album it's in, because he looks about 10 there and I feel slightly weird about sharing it specifically.

We're in... Tallinn, middle school number 11!

Second boy from the left in the second picture is him. That is he. He who was 15 then. And a 16 year old Lyonya in the left picture, of course.

From this time, one of his classmates remembers him as follows: At school he was quiet, unnoticeable, very shy. I remember he was always hanging out with younger kids. He was chubby. They'd now say he was a "nerd". Alright, we get it, he was a sweet child... Teen? Both? Or was he like this all his life? Either way, please stop before I die from all that sugar...

He's (10th grade) the guy leading the little girl (1st grade). His shapeless hair has charmed me. What's his hair routine and will it work on my curls? Mhm, didn't think so. And first in the second row from the bottom in the small pictures, in case you can't recognise his face yet.

As a bonus - his school certificate from the school in Tallinn he attended until graduating in 1977:

The grades were from 2 (you didn't pass with that one, so that's an F) to 5 (an A, I suppose?). So as you can see, he certainly studied well. What a nerd (affectionately).

Uni territory now! Moscow calling 📞 or, rather, Obninsk and the MEPhI

If you weren't born in any of the USSR countries during The Soviet Times, it'll come as a surprise to you but the students had mandatory... field... work... classes...? if you can call them that. They had them digging potatoes and what not. Nothing screams socialist spirit like making uni students do free labour in the field, I guess?

Pictures with his uni girlfriend, how cuuute! (And Sasha Korol hanging from the roof in the background... for reasons unknown)

Lyonya pretending to drive a combine harvester. And next to him, obviously, Sasha Korol. When I first saw this picture, I thought he was on some kind of a scaffolding but alas - it's one of those old beasts, like our Bizon. But that's not a Bizon because those had roofs. Nobody here cares for USSR combines talk - not even me - let's move on.

Not too sure when these two are from but they look uni enough to me - probably from the very beginning and sometime closer to the end, judging by his stache doing significantly better...

Mandatory military service because a REAL MAN in the USSR needed to know how to shoot a gun, obviously. Even when that meant military service interrupted your uni for a short while. I say that as if no other countries before or after had mandatory army time... don't question it, I'm doing a bit.

Lyonya is second in top row in the picture on the left and third from the left in the top row in the other pic. Korol is there, too, he's fourth from the left in the top row in the first picture and second from the right in the bottom row in the other picture.

[gojoest]

ai ai ai ai. 🥹 can i ask for advise? 👉🏼👈🏼 you sound like you give the best advise hehe.

how do you manage to not feel like you disappoint your followers when you can't always deliver what they expect of you. 😭 like you can't always please everyone (answer everyone's asks, post updates to fic, etc). 🥺 been dealing with this for a while and idk what to do about it aeeee.

thanks. 🩷🩷🩷 satoru loves you a lot he asked me to tell you cuz he's busy with work but he can't wait to be back and see you-- 🫦

( BLOSSOM~ | @siscon-stsg )

blossom my love hello 🤍 my advice sucks but i try my best whenever someone reaches out, thank you for trusting me T^T

while i don’t exactly know what to advise you here, i know what you’re talking about and i’ve felt that way in the past, but over time my mindset changed. so i’ll share my personal experience.

i keep this blog for myself, first and foremost. for my own enjoyment! i like to come here and hang out, talk about what’s on my mind — be it bits and pieces of my life or sharing the thoughts that plague me regarding our beloved pixels, and sometimes i write. i am sure many signed up after coming across my content in the tags and then chose to leave bc this girl is not a regular AHAHAH, but i talk a lot and while certainly this is annoying to some, others find it entertaining and hang out with me!

when i was super anxious about posting regularly, writing-wise and not just concepts and rambles, in the past, i didn’t quite enjoy my stay here. it felt like a chore or a job, it was exhausting tbh. i’ve also come to realize that ppl don’t expect anything from me, it’s me who does that. so, now i do whatever i want AHAHAH — i talk bunch and when inspiration strikes i write, and those who enjoy my online presence overall (regardless of what i put on their dash) stay, while those who no longer fw it leave (and that’s completely valid!) and i know how everyone always talks about this but actually realizing it for yourself is so freeing

i still feel very bad about the asks i take too long to answer or i never get to reply to — idk if there’s a cure for that jaksdks i certainly don’t mean to ignore anybody but sometimes i just don’t know what to say or i don’t have the energy T^T but i am sure most ppl understand this, or so i tell myself AHAHAH

i hope you are able to overcome this feeling bc there’s truly no reason for you to feel this pressured to constantly post or update fics or meet expectations, it will only rob you of the fun you’re supposed to be having on this silly site! 🤍

p.s. pls let satoru know i love him too and he should hurry back home bs i miss him so much :(

[ant1quarian]

Mmm.

Slight vent/rant under the cut, more just so I can get my thoughts out lmao, rather than asking for anything specific

'Cause this is a positive blog, feel free to just ignore this lmao! I'm not explicitly wanting help or anything :D

Uh. CW: Talk about death, mentions of suicide (I'm not suicidal dw pat pat) and just. General life struggles.

( Likely gonna delete this later pfft )

Ahem. ough. I try to keep it happy on here, but y'know, sometimes I gotta ramble.

And ramble I shall!

,,, so to start this on a random note and address the content warnings:

I think about death. A lot. Not in a suicidal or homocidal way, just considering the ways I could die. Not exactly,,, intrusive thoughts, either?

Or whether the things I'm experiencing is me slowly getting wiped off of the census, or just my body being funky.

But specifically just... death itself. Is it nice? Comforting? Or is it cold? Frigid?

Or is it just the... end of everything. You're here and then you're recycled into the ecosystem.

I think I'm a bit too nonchalant about it. The thought of death. The thought of nothingness beyond the life I'm living.

I'll be honest- the thought of going to heaven or hell is nothing but... tiring, to me. Life beyond what I've already got? Again? For the rest of eternity?

Yeah nah, I'll pass.

I don't want to die, but when it comes for me, I won't protest.

This world isn't exactly great to live in, anyway.

A never-ending cycle of running and running on that hamster wheel, desperately trying to keep up with the others. Because if you get left behind it's incredibly difficult to crawl back onto that wheel when barely anyone's willing to step out to help you.

To me, life is rather... futile. A thing I'm willing to suffer through, but not... fun. Not entirely. Sure it has its moments but... it's not...

....

great. Heh.

,,,

Yeah. Life feels pretty futile to me, but I'll keep living.

Stars, does the future seem so far away- like I'm reaching into a vague fog, grasping for objects that I'm not sure whether are really there.

I'm...

Scared.

Of it.

The thought of having to constantly work in order to have enough money to sustain myself. The thought of debt- of owing someone something- and having to step out into the world by myself.

I know having friends helps- and so does family.

... but it's only really ever been me. Us. At the core of everything.

Heh.

It's... hard. And I am so tired. I am so fucking exhausted.

But I'll keep going. I'll keep living.

I've never been one to give up.

[dracocheesecake]

Can I share here my Kai’s rambling but there’s mentions of death so if you’re uncomfortable with that pls just ignore or delete it below I may refer to reader as they

Platonic/father figure Kai and reader who died of injuries or of illness.. He didn’t expect things to go that way, or maybe he didn’t really want to think of it. You are mortal, such an outcome is anticipated sooner or later but why Kai feels so devastated? He didn’t think he’d become attached to anyone ever again, willing to care of someone. Yes he called you annoying often or was giving you ridiculous nicknames to piss you off but Kai’s other actions showed that he actually cared about you. Even though he never voiced that. He regrets it now.

He even thought of checking if you’re in the spirit relam now despite the fact that his escape from there costed him taking chi of ALL kung fu masters there. Oh wait, yes, there’s no guarantee that you’re there. Where are non masters go after death or how to get there? Kai doesn’t know. In the moment he just holds your still warm body close in his embrace, carefully, just like when you were alive. As you both spirits now Kai is struggling to find you and go on living like that or let you go.. Who knows, if he waits you will return one day

If they died of illness Kai’d be broken long before that moment. He even tried to give you chi but it didn’t work. He can only take it. All Kai can do now is taking care and treat you. He’s not that mean anymore, not when you have no time, you deserve peaceful ending after all

I’m hurting myself with my own writings why I am in such an angst mood😭😭😭

Oh no feel free to keep it coming! I love talking about Kai!

Alrighty let's see here...

...Why would you do this to me?! 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔 My heart! You owe me a new heart this one is broken!

Ahhhh I'm just imagining Kai trying to find a way to figure out where Y/N's soul went, and how he can get there, while knowing he probably can't, being immortal, but he's willing to try and bring them back, no matter how long it takes...but even worse is him watching them die, knowing that he can't prevent it.

When he realizes they're about to pass, he's suddenly so much kinder and softer towards them than he's ever been. He no longer raises his voice, or even tries to make them angry anymore- not even to tease them to amuse himself. He tends to them as best as he can, getting them water, wrapping them up if they're cold, changing bandages if they've been injured - overall treating them like a small child, showing them the care he's had for them deep down but never shown.

Then he's holding them close in their last moments, watching their chi fade away, but just desperately trying to heal them, to make them well, and finally breaking down in the end, begging them not to go, not to leave him...and after that horrible, final moment, still cradling them in his arms as he never did when they were alive.