#for our very first interaction

[faerociousbeast]

and i literally do not get mad nearly as often as i probably should

[tohruies]

“oh, look; the plushie has the same smile as you!!”

“nah, heh, that’s way too cute a smile to resemble mine. i’d say it’s more like yours.”

🥹💝 thank you so much to jae_draws_ (twitter) for bringing tabico's first meeting to life! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ω⁄<⁄ ⁄) jae is super duper kind and encouraging and was super duper awesome to work with, plus their karasu art is just the best!!!!!! 🙈 if you are on the lookout for an artist to commission, i do hope you might consider them heh :3

[rabbitinthemeadow]

Alas, the cradle of my heart waits elsewhere || Four

[vaguely-concerned]

the sheer number of funerals, memorials and general scenes to do with mourning rook comes along to does start to take on a faintly darkly comedic edge the second time around. the universe is trying to tell them something and oh my maker they've got air pods in they can't hear us

[mangora]

The Treasure Island of Dr. McLean is actually the best episode of season four purely because Mike and Scott are standing next to each other and making faces

[musashi]

i JUST realized this might be related to one of my other friends in the mvk fandom suddenly hardblocking me so uh

hey y'all! if you frequent the mvk tag, there is a regular blogger there who i will not name, but who has some sort of pathological attachment/obsession with me. they and i were tumblr mutuals but we were not close. we DM'd twice and had scattered interactions here and there.

they are accusing me of:

being abusive toward them

being otherwise cruel to them

being ableist against disabled folks who are high-support???

sending suibait/having my friends send suibait

probably other things.

EDIT: someone's informed me they're accusing me of posting private stuff from their vent account? the only account i know of theirs is the one we were mutuals on

i can't stress enough that none of this is true. there is no proof of it and if you press this person they will have none. all that happened was some time about a year ago when we were mutuals, i feared they might be vagueblogging about me when i was having depressive episodes and i sent them this message about it:

i was being honest here, but they then turned around and said i was spot on--they were vagueblogging about how badly they wanted me to shut the fuck up, stop whining, etc (paraphrasing, but that was the vibe exactly) every time i needed social support. they have since deleted their message admitting to this. i am so sorry i cannot prove it.

since then multiple mutual friends of ours have unfollowed them because they squat on ym blog and, again, pathologically blog about me. they revel and make posts about "justice" and "karma" whenever i am upset on here. they scream and yell and cry whenever i am happy. they have admitted to wanting to convince their mutuals to abandon me:

again, i can't prove this is about me but i have a lot of testimonials from people who noticed this being in both our circles and can vouch for it. initially i was just going to roll my eyes and move on but i think they might be telling other people i'm some horrible fucking abuser who mistreated them when i wasn't even close enough to them to do so.

anyways, sorry to everyone who tracks the tag! i don't know how to prove that i didn't hurt this person. but... like... if they approach you, please do your best to use best judgement and consider the facts in front of you.

again, i will not be naming them. this is not a callout post. this is a preventative measure, because i am a traumatized wreck and i really cannot deal with things of this nature.

[otome-dissection]

man i miss kazumaji *holds head in hands*

[osirian-rises]

So sorry to Eddie, peace and love my dude, but I've had NUMEROUS house of Anubis dreams about Jerome being the Osirian that just elevates the Rufus dynamic to God Levels.

I'm dreaming about these bitches almost every night at this point.

[bettertwin1]

henlo buddy 👋

randomly popped back in this app to tell you happy pride month ✌️ hope you have a good uuuhhhh month 🩵🫶

SEPTO I MISS U COME BACK 😭😭 HAPPY PRIDE MONTH 😭😭😭

[anadorablekiwi]

Hhhhhh

Retail au thoughts

Oooooo!!!

[protectors-of-htrae]

Tigress's character sheet!!! :D

[knightzp]

For the mutual guessing game ->

Our first interaction was me participating in a random ask game about writing that you had reblogged.

(OK I have a feeling that's too hard T-T)

uuuuuu lex is this you?? @gxlexii

[now-notyet]

terrible day to be a creature with ideas and the necessary skills to execute those ideas

[pr0blematic-h0unds]

so like. i wanted to ask you about like, system things. bc like 'm kinda questioning myself, and i thought you might be able to help? mostly like. what made you realize, ig? bc i've been seeing a bunch of system things through research, learning things similar to help understand some things my friends have going on, an' it's resonated for me rly hard if that makes sense, and i feel like you'd be able to help if not thats okay, jus' figured it's worth asking

Oh boy- well ima be honest the way I discovered my system is a bit personal due to it happening during a really traumatic moment :"D

But I can say that I discovered my system around maybe 11??? Best way I can explain it is that when the shit that was going on in that moment got really bad and I was disassociating and triggered out of my mind, I heard a voice in my head, not mine, a very clear male's voice.

He just.. started comforting me, telling me things will be okay, they'll stop soon, maybe the cops will help; maybe they won't but we'll be okay. He told me he'll make sure we don't get hurt too badly from it, but that we need to hide.

I listened, because at the time I just needed something to ground me and make sure i didn't spiral further than I already was. He kept talking with me the whole time, told me to do things like get a blanket and get as comfortable as I could, try to get our headphones to muffle the noise. One point I could almost feel like he was holding me in his arms and hugging me, wiping away my tears and trying to shield me from the shit that was going on.

I didn't understand to be honest, not that I feel like anyone would in a moment like that, but it helped and when everything was over eventually, his voice didn't entirely go away. He would comment on things I did, guide me on stuff to do, keep me company, and keep me stable in situations where I couldn't handle it.

Eventually after a few months of him being here, his voice went away all of a sudden, I hadn't heard him for years and it hurt that my comfort was gone. But in his absence, someone else came, someone who's been a major play in our life, Ink. Ink's appearance was different than the first ones, his came more from a dream rather than a moment of distress that we still remember very clearly to this day. Even now he's still here as our co-host and we couldn't be more grateful for it.

After he filled in the role of the first voice, I started to actually question things, why was this happening, why are these voices not my own, why am I able to almost envision them and what they look like, and why do they act so differently from me?

Around the time of 12 is when I really started to do research on things and try to get answers for what these funky little guys in my head were and why they were here-- and all my resesrch and questions pointed me to DID or well, being a system; the symptoms and descriptions were scarily close to exactly what I was experiencing, I fit the criteria of when my major trauma occurred (mine is when I was around 8), etc.

Seventh grade is when I started to more fully be more accepting of my plurality, in which at the time I had a small system of 6 alters. Ink, Vido/Lust, Nightmare, Cross, Killer, and Passive. (My system has always been mainly made up of and based of fictives. That's just how it's always been for us) However now as you can tell that number has skyrocketed to 100+, which kinda fucking sucks :")

Anyways, yeah that's all I got tbh. Uh- not very sure if this could be any help tbh I fuckin' suck at explaining things so im so sorry if this isn't what you were asking for when you sent this; I tried :")))))

[spinninglightning]

whenever i read fics i always end up thinkin of a song for the fic or like, th chapter and then i canr stop associating the fic w/ those songs

[helldustedstories]

@paymons liked this post for a mastermind starter

Stolas leans against the balcony railing, gazing up at the sky. The stars are beyond him now, and he feels the absence like a physical thing. Part of him is just no longer there…, and he's going to have to figure out how to deal with that.

He'd gone onto the balcony to get some fresh air, to keep himself from being in the way, the way he almost always was, these days. At this point, there are no tears; has he managed to shed them all or is he simply…too numb for more? Even he doesn't know. And when the shadow appears on the balcony, his expression barely shifts.

It's been some time since he's seen his father, and even if it hadn't been, Stolas never would have expected him to show up here, on the balcony outside of Blitz's apartment, of all places.

"Have you come to judge me too?" he asks, usually melodic voice apathetic and listless. What was one more denizen of hell to look down on him? Did it even matter anymore?

…….had it ever?