#i am not posting this on main but i would like for this to be an indicator that. yes. i am alive

[ccccatttta]

hello ladies and gentlemen, i am here to show my marauders fancasts. this post will be long as fuck im afraid, but i have stuff to say. cheers!

james potter as michael cimino

PAPIIIIIRRHAWWWRWWGRA i mean ha. he's cute. mi gente latino

regulus black as choi beomgyu (txt)

my baby star candy, my sunshine, my everything. also! his voice is one of the prettiest things on earth and i totally think regulus would sing like that

sirius black as hwang hyunjin (stray kids)

he's so androgynous,,,, like if a man and a woman had a baby.

remus lupin as esteban kukurickza (actor)

these low quality ahh photos, this man is hard to catch fr. he IS remus lupin you can't change my mind on this + the actor knows we see him as remus and embraces it, god bless you kuku esteban

peter pettigrew as cooper hoffman (actor)

you guys have no idea how much my peter fc changes, it used to be lewis capaldi but i think i have finally managed to find the one for me.

lily evans as chapell roan (soloist)

she's unreal, she's the moment, she's everything. nobody other than her could be the icon lily evans is

pandora lovegood/rosier as namephyra on ig (model)

i say lovegood/rosier bc i like the hc where she's evan's twin, but at the same time i also like when she's a lovegood or a lestrange. elle fanning used to be my fc for sooo long (and i still kinda see it) but she has all the vibes i picture in pandora, and she's honestly so pretty i wanna cry

dorcas meadowes as nia sondaya (actress)

LOOK AT HER OH MY GOD LOOK AT HER, it took me so long to find someone who gives me dorcas vibes, like my girl isn't easy to find, but nia has this aura about her and it was love at first sight

marlene mckinnon as beabadoobee (soloist)

this is one of the og's (or it was when i came to the fandom) and till this day i can't picture anyone else, she's put a spell on me or something

mary mcdonald as bcsais_ (ig)

i don't know much about her, but every time i see another mirror selfie my heart stops for a bit, and that's the only way mary mcdonald should be perceived

evan rosier as casper von bülow (actor)

i know a great chunk of the fandom hcs evan (and dora too) as poc, and i totally see it too, however this little german boy.... oh the grip he has on me is out of this world, it also has to do with the fact he's on germany's skam (druck) and that immediately means i'm emotionally attached

barty crouch jr. as hayden (ig) or marlon noah (ig)

this is a tricky one, they are both so different but they feel like barty to me. lately i've been using hayden more but i do think marlon can make a comeback any of these days.

[extra] the black sisters <333

andromeda black as hwang yeji (itzy)

it's not a coincidence i chose yeji for andromeda and hyunjin for sirius (if u don't know, these two are by no means related in real life but they look so much alike and they even share the same last name, so they could be lost siblings). i do think that andy and sirius looked alike and that's what made them even more fond of each other, the fcs were sent by the gods themselves

bellatrix black as kim hyeong seo (bibi ; soloist)

i support women's rights and i support women's wrongs. hate her or love her, bellatrix has always been THAT girl and bibi is also THAT girl

narcissa black as kim minjeong (winter ; aespa)

i do believe that winter looks a bit similar to beomgyu and i do believe that narcissa looked similar to regulus, it's the genes guys, they are strong. she's so gorgeous i wanna sob in my hands till i die

these are all my fcs!, i haven't really thought about any other characters for now, these are my main guys and pretty much the only ones i read about.

this was exhausting lord, imma go take a nap, toodles!!!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Taking Root 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for different characters. This is our introduction to Bucky and Leaf.

Summary: a neighbourly connection might be more than chance.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Bucky cracks his neck as he approaches the large windows. He rubs his eyes as he snarls at the sunlight peering back at him. Steve always leaves the curtains open. Always gone before Bucky drags himself out of bed.

He tugs them shut but stays close. It's not noon yet. She'll be out shortly.

He's not much for television. He tried a few TV series, some movies recommended on that chat, but he just can't keep his mind from running. It's why he wakes up late. Most nights, he doesn't even sleep. This is what keeps him enthralled. There's not much plot, but the main character is fascinating.

He swigs from his mug as the city street chugs from down the alleyway between their apartments. Her balcony is slightly lower. The perfect vantage.

Pathetic. That's what he'd call himself if he wasn't him. All those guys on that discord Steve found are that very flavour. But he's not them. They're all weirdo virgins. He's had plenty of women. More than enough. She's just different. Like him.

As if beckoned by his awakening, she appears. Her railing is curtained with ivy, enough that she doesn't think of modesty. He doesn't mind. She comes out wearing a loose sweater that reads SWEET in large caps and a pair of her frilly panties. He likes those ones, they ride up when she bends over to pick up the watering can.

She goes about her usual routine. She checks the leaves, waters the soil, untangles the overgrown stems, and treats the plants with rot or infestations. The cluster of plants takes up most of the space. She's like a little chipmunk among them.

She finishes and takes the can inside. The sliding door gives a generous view of her place. Inside, she lingers at the window ledge and checks the row of cactuses. He admires her devotion to those plants. She'll haven't the big square planters soon. A few of the tomatoes growing up the posts look close to ripe.

He rubs the cleft of his chin and his stubble makes a bristly noise. He backs away at the unnerving idea. It's too much. Too soon.

Fuck that. He's not that weirdo Jensen. He's been tailing his married boss for three years. Now that's fucking desperate. Besides, they all made a pact, as lame as it was. They're going to make their moves. Either do something or get over it.

Right. Finish the coffee and get your ass together, Barnes. He rinses the mug then goes to make himself human again. Show, brush the teeth, untangle your hair, tie it back, no one will know the different, clothes. Alright. It won't be so bad to get out and it'll get Steve off his back about Vitamin D. Funny, the sunlight only makes him feel worse.

He heads off with a cap pulled down low and his hands in his pockets. There's a shop down the way, they have tables outside full of seeds and little pots. And a coffee shop right next door. He could use a second cup. Maybe a third.

He stops by the display of plants on the corner. There's a big red sign marked 'End of Season Clearance.' Better late than never.

The old woman who runs the shop offers him a shallow box to put his purchases in. Some pansies and violets. He doesn't know. The colours are nice, he guesses. She tells him to get a nice long bed for them and he should be able to have a nice bunch before the frost.

He gets his coffee, agitated as he balances his starters in one arm, then heads home. He gets back to the apartment and leaves the box on the table. He doesn't touch them as he paces around. He goes to the window. She reading in her chair, reclined, one leg bent, sweater rumpling to expose a bit of tummy. He narrows his eyes. He reaches for the binoculars nearby. Oh yeah. He shouldn't be so into it but he can see a little bit of hair sticking out the edge of her panties. It makes him chafe in his jeans.

He backs up as his stomach growls. Fine. He eats grilled cheese and canned tomato soup. He's still groggy. He goes to the window again. He stays there until she's gone. The censor will let him know if she comes back out.

Steve gets home. He's in a rush. His bag clatters off the bench as soon as he lets go of it. He huffs and picks it up, scurrying around. Bucky doesn't ask. He's on his way to that volunteer gig. They both know why he's in such a hurry.

"Have fun," Bucky calls out from the sofa.

"Oh, flowers?" Steve pauses as his soles scuff.

"What's it to ya, punk?"

"Nothing. You know I got allergies, right?" He sneezes as if to make the point.

"Sure I do. They're going on the balcony... tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Steve asks. "Why not-- achooo!"

"Cool off," Bucky warns. "I'll cover them up."

"Ugh, I don't got time," Steve mutters. "See ya. Oh, and you probably don't want the cat chewing on those n-n-neith-- achoo!"

"She's off terrorising the mice," Bucky snorts. "Get out of here, Rogers."

The night rolls by slowly. Hours spent with his eyes open. On the couch until his roommate gets back. Then his bed. Back to the living room. Steve gets up to get ready for work at the museum. Bucky puts Alpine on his chest and scratches her chin. Her box needs changing.

The sunlight softens between the curtains as he's left alone. He lets the cat out with him as he angles the box of flowers through the door. He got the big trays too and soil. He'll replant it like she did hers. Or try to. Steve keeps saying the place needs a bit of home to it. Goddamn it, Steve, shut up.

He puts the flowers on the iron table and sighs. He doesn't know where to start. The squeak of a hinge makes him tense. It's hers. He knows it without looking. She yawns and he trembles, fighting not to look down at her. He can hear her sipping from her porcelain mug. Is it the one with the lillies or the roses?

"Are those Blueberry Swirl Pansies? Those are so pretty."

He doesn't move at first. She's talking to him. He knows it. His chest feels like it's full. He pushes away from the rail and checks the little tag then faces her. He gives a small wave.

"That's what it says, yeah."

He leans against the railing and looks up at him, "I love flowers, if you can't tell." She giggles and it's music in his ears. The kind that sticks in his brain and he'll keep hearing over and over.

"No, I can't," he chuckles. "Wouldn't mind a few pointers. Kinda new at this."

"Well, I'd start by keeping the cat out of them," she points and he turns to find Alpine digging in a pot.

"Right," he mutters. "Thanks."

[younghorses]

For your Consideration: Ohio

In honor of one of the Horses (coworker) making us try the Skyline Chili ice cream this morning, I feel like I need to introduce everyone to Skyline Chili.

If you are not from Ohio, I wouldn't blame you for thinking "what is skyline chili," "why is there a chili ice cream," "isn't Ohio where the Hell is Real sign is?" or "surely its just chili. It can't be that weird.."

Introducing The 3 Way

Skyline Chili is a famous chain restaurant from Cincinnati, Ohio. Its selling point is its chili, which is just meat and sauce but features things like cinnamon, clove, and chocolate in the flavor palate. It is sweeter than you think, but it is also better than it sounds.

Skyline is served in 2 main ways. A coney/chili dog. Normal. And a 3 way. Yes, you order a 3 way at the establishment. A 3 way consists of the following:

plain spaghetti noodles

the chili in question

about a 5 inch tall pile of freshly finely shredded cheddar cheese.

the flattest plate you can imagine, so your noodles and chili are constantly spilling off the sides of the plate.

An optional Skyline brand bib the waiter will put on you if you ask It rules. I love Skyline. In writing this post I have accidentally made myself crave Skyline.

Here she is. That plate is not built to support this level of noodle.

So now there's an ice cream.

Also famous Ohio chain Graeter's has created an ice cream inspired by the unique spices included in Skyline. And by inspired, we mean they made a cinnamon, allspice, clove, and chili powder ice cream with some oyster crackers in it. It's kind of like pumpkin spice.

The verdict in the office is that they should have included the cheese. 6/10 experience.

A helpful chart.

This is not the most haunted ice cream to come out of Ohio. That would be Jeni's Everything Bagel ice cream.

This has been your Ohio fact of the day. Sorry. Why is the Midwest like this?? I don't know. Am I now imagining the worst Scoopy experience ever? Yes

[theliteraryarchitect]

5 Reasons NOT to Use Multiple Point of View (and What to Do Instead)

I've been meaning to make this post for a long time. As a developmental editor, I see a LOT of manuscripts that use multiple point of view (where each scene or chapter is from the perspective of a different character), when they really should be using a classic single character POV. Over the years, I've come to the conclusion that writers see multiple POV as a solution to problems that really shouldn't be solved that way. Basically, they're using it for the wrong reasons. And when that happens, instead of making the story more awesome, multiple POV can actually weaken it.

Here are five of the most common reasons writers choose multiple POV (and why those reasons might be a problem). Don’t worry—I’ll also share what to do instead.

1. You Don’t Know What Your Story Is About

Sometimes, when writers aren’t 100% clear on their story’s main conflict, theme, or plot, they reach for multiple POV. It feels like a fix—after all, why focus on one perspective when you can try out a little of this and a little of that?

Here’s the thing: multiple POV actually requires you to be more clear about your story, not less. Readers will naturally look for a thread that ties all the perspectives together, and if that thread isn’t there, the story will feel scattered or aimless.

What to Do Instead: Take a step back. If you’re feeling unsure about what your story is really about, try some journaling or outlining. Ask yourself:

What’s the main conflict?

Who’s the central character?

Why am I telling this story?

Often, writers discover they actually have one protagonist, and a limited third or first-person perspective would work better. If you still feel like multiple POV is the right call, go for it! Just be sure to periodically revisit your outline to make sure the story hasn’t “gotten away” from you. (Multiple POV has a sneaky way of doing that.)

2. You Haven’t Developed Your Characters

Multiple POV doesn’t work unless each character is fully developed. Every POV character needs their own voice, journey, and reason for being in the story. If they can’t stand on their own, readers will notice.

What to Do Instead: Before assigning a POV, ask yourself:

Is this character compelling enough to hold the reader’s attention?

Do they add something essential to the story that no one else can?

If the answer is no, it might be better to stick with a single POV. Sometimes less is more.

3. You Can’t Decide on a POV Character

This one is common, especially in early drafts. You’re still figuring out your story, and it’s hard to choose whose perspective should take center stage.

What to Do Instead: Experiment! Write key scenes from different characters’ perspectives. Often, the strongest voice will make itself known as you go. And remember: just because you write a draft with multiple POV doesn’t mean you can’t narrow it down later.

4. You Need to Share Information Your POV Character Doesn’t Have

Ah, the classic "But how do I show this thing the protagonist doesn’t know?" dilemma. This is probably the most common reason I see writers reach for multiple POV. It’s tempting to throw in a chapter or two from another character’s perspective just to share that extra bit of information.

The problem? Those chapters often feel disconnected from the rest of the story. Every POV character needs to carry their weight, and dropping in a random narrator just for convenience can leave readers feeling unsatisfied.

What to Do Instead: There are other ways to get information across. Here are a few ideas:

Educated Guesses: Let your main character speculate. (“Iris kept tapping her pencil on the desk. Was she nervous about the meeting earlier?”)

Show, Don’t Tell: Use actions, dialogue, or other clues to reveal what another character might be thinking.

Bring in a New Element: Introduce a third character, a conflict, or even an object that reveals something important.

Overhearing or Spying: Yes, it’s a little cliché, but when used sparingly, it can work in a pinch.

5. You’re Looking for an Easy Way Out

Let’s be honest: multiple POV can feel like a catch-all solution to tough storytelling problems. Need to fix pacing? Add another POV! Can’t figure out how to make the ending work? Add another POV!

But here’s the truth: multiple POV is actually harder than other POVs. You’re not just developing one character—you’re developing several, and you have to tie all their perspectives into a cohesive whole.

What to Do Instead: Focus on nailing the story with a single POV first. Once you’re confident the core of the story is solid, you can decide if adding other perspectives will truly enhance it.

In Summary

Multiple POV is a powerful tool, but it’s not a shortcut. It requires careful planning and strong execution. If you’re considering it, ask yourself:

Does every POV character bring something unique to the story?

Am I clear on the main conflict and theme?

Could this story be told just as well (or better) with a single POV?

Sometimes, the simplest route is the best one.

Hope this helps!

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@theliteraryarchitect is a writing advice blog run by me, Bucket Siler, a writer and developmental editor. For more writing help, download my Free Resource Library for Fiction Writers, join my email list, or check out my book The Complete Guide to Self-Editing for Fiction Writers.

[promprom2007]

PromProm2007's Intro Post!

Hi there, you may have known me for my previous accounts GalacticSomewhat and Prometheus2007! I am back from the dead once again. You can call me Promni, Prom, or Galactic!

I post about my Gacha OCs [Gacha Club only for the most part], and do different Gacha Challenges! I love seeing Gacha content on Tumblr and will follow pretty much anyone that does Gacha content on here as long as it's not sexual. GACHA TUMBLR USERES UNITE!!

I do not have a DNI list, I really don't care what people like or support even if it's considered weird. Idk man, if you like Gacha stuff and have cool designs and ocs you're most likely chill in my book.

With that out of the way, here is my main oc! :3 Her name is Promni. She has a GL2 version as well but I don't hav that photo at the moment. IF ANYONE WANTS HER CODE LET ME KNOW! :D

I've had a lot of people ask me before: YES YOU CAN DRAW/EDIT/USE/MAKE FANART OF MY OC ^^ PLEASE DO IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY! you can always draw any of my ocs or edit them or use them! if you need codes just ask.

My ask box is ALWAYS open, I find great joy in seeing asks sent there by anyone, it makes me so excited :D. Please send me asks, show me your designs, tell me your lore, tell me about anything! Just don't be rude is all I ask but that's common sense, isn't it?

I only ask to not be forced into or have my name used in any sort of drama, I would rather not be involved in any sort of issue. Please respect that!

Thank you so much for reading, have a lovely day/night!

PFP art was made by someone on discord I forgot who :(

BANNER ART WAS MADE BY MY BESTIE @iok045

@mynameis---m my starlight <3

@kart-ana the most sigma ever

@iok045 number one alfred shamer [and my bestest friend DONT GET IT TWISTED]

MY CLOSE TUMBLR BUDDIES: everyone above ofc and @bethn0tfound404 @espressodepressoconan @sicdios @9mysterybook6 @torrentialchaos @jacksepticeye-simp @nightfox67 @mythically15 @pamithebunterfly2007 @sleepi-toasti @adumblittlegachakid and im sure a lot more im still trying to find you all </3

[yunholic-jongholic]

Love In a Divorce [Part 3] | C.JH x Reader

SUMMARY | In a strained 10-year marriage, you and your husband decide to get a divorce due to growing tensions. While meeting with your divorce attorney, you unexpectedly develop feelings for him. As the divorce process unfolds, you find yourself in an intimate relationship with the attorney, complicating the situation as you navigate your separation from your ex-husband.

PAIRINGS | Jongho x Fem!Reader

RATING | Mature, 18+, NSFW, MINORS DNI!!!

CONTENT WARNINGS | NSFW, SMUT, Explicit Content, Drinking, Unprotected Sex (Don't do that...), Orgasm, Dirty Talk, Creampie (I might miss some... Sorry If I do)

WORD COUNT | 4.3k

AUTHOR NOTE | This is the 3rd part of the story! So far if you haven't read part 1 or 2. Please do so! This is where the chapters get steamy... hehe. Also, there is officially 5 chapters. I am also already working on a 4-chapter Jongho story as this might be posted before the first chapter of that one comes out. But this is officially 3/5 chapters. If you want to join the tag list, please let me know! (either commenting, asking me, etc.)

TAG LIST | @blackandgreenandblue @mingisleftnipple

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The next morning, you woke up earlier than expected, the soft light of dawn creeping through the blinds. A slight headache lingered from the night before, but nothing too overwhelming. You stretched, feeling the comforting weight of Jongho’s oversized sweatshirt still wrapped around you, its familiar scent grounding you for a moment.

Pushing yourself out of bed, you made your way to the bathroom, splashing cool water on your face, hoping to shake off the remnants of sleep and the haziness from the drinks. The refreshing sensation helped, though your mind remained tangled in lingering thoughts.

You quietly stepped out of the guest room, the house still peaceful and silent. Moving into the living room, you sank into the same spot on the sofa where you’d sat the night before, pulling your knees up slightly as you gazed around. The space felt even cozier in the morning light, with soft shadows dancing across the walls.

Without meaning to, your thoughts drifted aimlessly to Jongho. You imagined what it would be like if this wasn’t just a temporary refuge—if you lived here, not as a guest, but as part of something more. The thought of sharing quiet mornings, the easy comfort of simple routines, and the warmth of companionship crept into your mind. You could picture him casually walking out of his room, ruffling his hair, offering you coffee with that calm, steady presence that always made you feel at ease.

You gave your head a small shake, trying to push the thought away, but it clung to you—warm and persistent, like a flickering ember that refused to burn out. Hoping to distract yourself, you got up and made your way to the kitchen, deciding to cook breakfast. Hopefully, Jongho won’t mind, you thought as you began gathering ingredients, focusing on the simple motions to clear your head.

As the scent of food started to fill the air, you heard soft footsteps coming from the main bedroom. Turning slightly, you saw Jongho emerging, dressed in comfortable sweats, a plain white t-shirt, and slippers. His hair was tousled, fluffy and messy from sleep, giving him a relaxed, effortlessly endearing look.

For a brief second, your heart did that thing again—that quiet flutter you couldn’t quite ignore. But you quickly turned your attention back to the stove, pretending the warmth rising in your chest was just from the heat of cooking.

"Good morning, Y/N," Jongho greeted warmly as he walked closer, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You glanced over your shoulder, returning his smile with one of your own. "Good morning," you replied, feeling that familiar, subtle warmth in your chest.

Jongho paused for a moment, watching you move around the kitchen. "Do you need any help with breakfast?" he offered, his tone light and genuine. You shook your head with a smile. "Nope, I’ve got it covered," you assured him, focusing on flipping something in the pan.

He nodded and moved toward the counter, reaching for the coffee pot. As he filled it with water and prepared to brew, he glanced back at you. "Do you drink coffee?" he asked casually, his voice still carrying that early-morning softness.

"Yes, I do." you replied, your smile brightening a little more. Jongho gave a small, satisfied nod and started making an extra cup just for you, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee soon blending with the warm scent of breakfast filling the space. The simple, quiet routine felt easy.

"Do you put creamer or sugar in your coffee? Or are you like me and drink it straight?" Jongho asked, handing you a freshly poured cup of coffee. In return, you passed him a plate of breakfast, the easy exchange feeling natural.

You took the cup, grinning as you replied, "You’re crazy for liking it straight up. I prefer both—creamer and sugar," you teased, letting out a soft giggle.

Jongho scrunched his eyebrows and wrinkled his nose dramatically at your response, feigning offense. "You’re the crazy one!" he shot back, his voice playful and light.

The two of you burst into laughter, the warmth of the morning mingling with the scent of coffee and the comfort of simple, effortless banter. It felt easy, like the kind of moment you’d want to tuck away and remember. You felt your heart warm up at the moment you were both sharing wishing this could last forever.

"I need to get to work," Jongho said with a sigh, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion. "You can stay if you want, but I won’t be home until late tonight. I’ve got to handle some paperwork and file a divorce for a couple this afternoon…" His shoulders slumped slightly, the stress evident in his tone.

You looked up at him, your gaze soft and filled with quiet reassurance. "Hey, cheer up," you said gently, your voice calm and comforting.

Reaching for a sticky note and a pen nearby, you scribbled down your number and handed it to him. "You’ll be okay. And if you need someone to talk to, here—just text or call me anytime."

Jongho took the note, a small, appreciative smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he saved your number into his phone.

"Also," you added, glancing down for a moment, "I’ll probably head out this afternoon. I don’t want to overstay and hoard your space."

But Jongho shook his head firmly, his expression warm and sincere. "You’re not hoarding anything. Stay as long as you want," he insisted, his words carrying more weight than just hospitality. There was something comforting about the way he said it—like he genuinely meant it, like he wanted you there, which made you flustered.

"If you’re okay with it…" you muttered softly under your breath, your fingers lightly brushing the edge of your coffee cup.

Jongho gave a small nod, his expression warm and reassuring before he disappeared down the hall to get dressed for work. You stayed behind, gathering the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, the simple routine helping to settle your thoughts.

Not long after, you heard the sound of his footsteps returning, quicker this time. You turned just in time to see him rushing out, dressed sharply in a well-fitted suit, his tie slightly loosened as if he’d just thrown it on. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, a clean, crisp fragrance that matched him perfectly.

"Have a good day!" you called after him, your voice soft but sincere as he grabbed his keys and hurried out the door with a quick wave and a grateful smile.

The house grew quiet again, the silence settling around you like a gentle blanket. You made your way to the sofa, grabbing the remote and flipping on the TV, hoping the background noise would distract you from the thoughts swirling in your mind. But even as the screen lit up, your mind wandered back to Jongho—the warmth in his voice, the way his smile reached his eyes, and the unexpected comfort of simply being in his space.

After a while, you picked up your phone, aimlessly scrolling through social media to distract yourself from the lingering thoughts in your mind. But your heart sank the moment you opened your messages—there were new texts from your husband.

Curiosity turned to dread as you opened them, only to be met with photos he had sent. Your belongings—clothes, personal items, even sentimental things—were piled carelessly in the garbage. The sight hit you like a punch to the chest, a hollow ache settling deep in your stomach.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you stared at the images, the harsh reality sinking in. He hadn’t just thrown away your things; he’d sent the photos deliberately, as if to provoke a reaction, to remind you of the control he still thought he had over you.

A mix of emotions flooded through you—shock, sadness, and anger tangled together. The warmth and comfort you’d felt just an hour ago were replaced by a crushing weight. But beneath it all, a small, stubborn flame of determination flickered. This is exactly why I’m doing this, you thought, holding onto that fragile thread of strength as you took a deep, shaky breath. You slammed your phone onto the sofa and went to wash your face again.

"You are stronger than this. Don’t let that man control your life anymore," you whispered to yourself, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and determination. Your fists clenched tightly at your sides, nails digging into your palms as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to drown out the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

You found yourself pacing in circles in the bathroom, the confined space amplifying the restless energy building inside. Your chest felt tight, your breathing shallow, the urge to collapse onto the cold floor and let the tears fall pressing heavily against you. But you didn’t. You fought it.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you forced yourself out of the bathroom, walking slowly around Jongho’s apartment. Each step felt like a small victory against the weight trying to pull you down. You ran your fingers along the edges of the furniture, grounding yourself in the quiet, unfamiliar space that somehow felt safer than your own home.

Your eyes drifted toward the main bedroom door, your heart pounding harder. The urge to go inside, to seek comfort in the presence of someone who made you feel seen, was strong. You got closer to where you had was over the doorknob. You decided not to open feeling like it was invading privacy. You went back to the guest room to sleep your emotions off.

As the evening stretched on, the soft glow of the setting sun casting long shadows across the room, you found yourself glancing at the clock more frequently. It was nearing 8 PM, and you knew Jongho would be home soon. The thought brought an unexpected sense of relief, a comfort you hadn’t realized you’d been craving all day.

Suddenly, you heard the distant sound of a car door shutting. Your heart gave a small, involuntary flutter—you instinctively knew it was Jongho. The familiar noise grounded you, pulling you from the spiral of thoughts that had occupied your mind since the morning.

You shuffled slightly on the sofa, straightening up as if to appear less restless. Your phone was still in your hands, playing funny videos, the sound of laughter from the clips filling the otherwise quiet space. But your focus wasn’t really on the screen anymore.

Footsteps approached the door, steady and familiar. You found yourself holding your breath for a moment, the tension in your chest easing slightly just knowing he was back. Jongho walked in smiling at you seeing you cozied up on the sofa. He took his coat off again glancing softly at you walking towards you sitting down beside you.

"How was work?" you asked, your voice soft but curious as Jongho stepped through the door.

He let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly as he set a stack of folders down on the coffee table. "Not well. It’s stressful, but that’s the job—helping couples out of strained marriages," he replied, his tone weary yet laced with a sense of quiet acceptance.

You watched him for a moment, noticing the subtle tension in his posture, the weight of the day still clinging to him.

"I’m going to make a drink," he said, heading toward the kitchen with a tired hum. "Do you want anything?" His voice was casual, but there was something comforting in the simplicity of his offer, like he was trying to create a small moment of normalcy after a long, draining day. You shrug telling him to surprise you since you trust him after all.

Jongho returned from the kitchen, carrying two drinks. He handed one to you before settling down beside you on the sofa, the quiet comfort of his presence filling the space. You took a small sip, the coolness of the drink grounding you as you snuck a glance at him. He took a swig of his, his posture slightly relaxed, but his eyes remained sharp, attentive.

"How are you feeling?" he asked gently, his voice low and genuine.

You hesitated for a moment, the words catching in your throat before spilling out in a shaky breath. "Uhmm… I don’t think I can go home anymore," you whispered, hugging your knees to your chest as if trying to make yourself smaller. "My husband threw all my stuff away, and I have no idea what to do in this situation..."

Jongho’s expression shifted immediately, his jaw tightening, the warmth in his eyes replaced by a flicker of anger. You could tell it pissed him off—not just the situation, but the fact that someone had treated you this way.

"Do you have the photos?" he asked, his voice firmer now, layered with a quiet intensity.

You nodded silently, pulling out your phone with trembling fingers. As you scrolled through your messages and handed the phone to him, his eyes darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line as he stared at the images. The tension in the room grew heavier, but this time it wasn’t yours to carry alone. Jongho was right there, holding some of it with you. He got up and you heard his tone change.

"I’m going to settle this between him and me," Jongho muttered, his jaw clenched, fists tightening with visible frustration. The sharp edge in his voice sent a jolt of fear through you, your eyes widening instinctively.

Without thinking, you shot up from the sofa, quickly reaching for his arm, your touch soft but urgent as you tried to anchor him. "No," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly, filled with both fear and pleading.

His tense posture didn’t ease right away, and it made your heart race even more. "This isn’t professional of you, Jongho," you continued, your voice steadying as you tried to regain control of the moment. "Trust me, I’ll be okay. I just… I just need some time to stay here, to figure things out."

You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, afraid of how fierce and unfamiliar he looked in that moment. Your gaze drifted toward the floor, searching for the calm you’d felt earlier.

"Please," you whispered softly, finally finding the courage to meet his gaze again. "Promise me you won’t cause any harm. Just… stay here with me. Support me. Help me get through this divorce. That’s all I need from you right now."

The words hung heavy between you, the tension slowly ebbing as Jongho’s expression softened. His fists loosened, and he took a deep breath, his shoulders dropping slightly. You could see the conflict in his eyes—his desire to protect you battling against the boundaries he needed to keep as your support.

"I promise, Y/N," Jongho whispered softly, his voice low and steady, a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the room moments ago. He reached for his drink, taking a deep gulp, almost as if trying to wash down the lingering frustration.

You watched him, your heart racing—not from fear this time, but something different, something you couldn’t quite explain. Your eyes met his, and for a brief second, the world felt quiet, like the space between you had shifted. His gaze was intense, not with anger now, but with something deeper, something unspoken.

Your cheeks grew warm, the heat spreading slowly, not just from embarrassment but from the way his presence seemed to fill every corner of the room. You felt your heart thudding softly against your chest, the air suddenly heavier.

"I hate my husband..." you whispered, your voice barely audible, but the weight of those words felt enormous. You weren’t sure if it was the drinks, the vulnerability, or the way Jongho’s eyes held yours like he was seeing right through you—but your body felt like it was on fire, emotions tangled in a way you couldn’t quite untangle.

Jongho remained silent at first, his gaze locked with yours, his expression softening flickered in his eyes—a blend of understanding, sorrow, and perhaps… something more. Without thinking, driven by the heat of the moment, you leaned in and gently pressed your lips to his.

He stiffened slightly, caught off guard, but didn’t pull away. Instead, after a heartbeat’s hesitation, he responded, deepening the kiss with a tenderness that made your heart race. Your arms found their way around each other, holding on as if the world outside didn’t exist.

You could taste the faint bitterness of alcohol on his breath, but it didn’t matter. There was something sweet beneath it—raw, real, and intoxicating in its own way. And you wanted more. Craved it. Needed it. Jongho lifted you up and took you to the main bedroom. You knew this was going to end up the way you imagined it for the last day.

Jongho pressed another feathery kiss on your lips before lifting your(his) sweatshirt up exposing your bare chest. He realizes you aren't wearing a bra, and you hear his breathing hitch unexpected from his own and your actions. Jongho kisses you more this time getting heated and sloppy. You unbutton his shirt sliding it off his arms, caressing them as your pull his sleeves off.

"I need you Jongho.." you whisper almost moaning his name. He immediately takes off his pants and pulls your(his) shorts off of you exposing both of your bare-naked bodies.

"Do you want me to use a condom?" Jongho asks but you immediately respond. "I am on the pill. and I am clean." You respond to him.

He nods and tells you he is also clean, soon you felt his palms grab ahold of your waist as he slowly presses the tip of his cock in between your folds. You look deeply into his eyes immediately throwing your head back in pleasure, moaning as he pushes himself in.

"Fuck!" You moan out. Jongho groans at the feeling of your insides wrapping firmly around his cock. He huffs out cursing a bit. You felt waves of pleasure rush through your insides and stomach as he starts moving. You feel completely dizzy from the over pleasured feeling. Jongho starts moving gripping your waist tightly to hold you still.

"You feel so amazing..." You moan slurring your words already feeling drunk off of sex. He thrusts into you as you grip his arms that are on your waist holding you.

"Jongho!" You cry out as he leans down towards you resting one hand over your neck and the other gripping the sheets as he thrusts in and out of you getting rougher with each move.

"Y/N... Fuck..." he curses looking deeply into your eyes pounding into you. "You drive me crazy... You are so fucking beautiful..." he curses. You had your legs wrapped around his waist letting him fuck you as if you were only there for that reason. But little did you know he wanted you as much as you wanted him. Jongho pressed his lips against yours giving you a passionate make out session as he kept moving.

"I just want you..." you moan helplessly looking softly yet deeply aroused in his eyes. You caressed his arms looking lovingly into his eyes. He smirked at your response kissing you lovingly. You moaned into the kisses he was giving you. You soon felt him thrust into a certain spot that made you completely crazy causing you to moan louder and beg for him to keep going.

Throwing your head into the pillows nearly drooling as your mouth stayed open from your loud moans, Jongho rammed into you harder interlocking your fingers with his pressing them over your head. You were fully driven to the edge, and you heard him beg you to cum alongside with him.

"Cum with me Y/N..." he groaned as you dug one hand deep into his palm and the other one deep into his back. You soon were both a moaning mess as you both came.

You were now panting and whining at the feeling of his hot liquid ooze out of your wet sopping cunt. He pulled out and looked down at you panting. Sweat caused his hair stick to his forehead. It was messy and you saw the sweat glistening on his sculpted arms and body. You were slightly turned on even more but was too tired to do another round.

Jongho gently pulled away, his breathing slightly uneven as he looked into your eyes, a mix of emotions flickering behind his gaze. Without saying a word, he stood up and reached for your hand, helping you to your feet with a tenderness that made your heart ache in the best way.

Silently, he guided you to the bathroom, his touch lingering just enough to send a soft warmth through you. Once inside, he opened a cabinet, pulling out a fresh set of clean clothes—an oversized t-shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts. He placed them neatly on the sink, his fingers brushing against the fabric for a moment before he turned to face you.

"You can take a shower. It’ll help you feel better," he said softly, his voice filled with quiet care.

Then, without lingering, he gave you a small nod and stepped out, gently closing the door behind him to give you privacy. You stood there for a moment, staring at the door, your heart still racing. The bathroom was filled with the faint scent of his cologne, mixed with the warmth of the space.

You turned on the shower, letting the sound of the running water soothe the swirl of thoughts in your mind. As you undressed and stepped under the warm stream, you felt the tension slowly start to melt away, both from your body and your heart. The clean clothes on the sink waited for you like a quiet promise of comfort, wrapped in the simplicity of Jongho’s silent, steady presence.

You got out and got dressed leaving to go to the guest room, but you hear Jongho stop you. "Do you want to sleep with me?" Jongho asks face flustered as he got his own clothes ready to take a shower. You felt your face heat up and accepted the offer by lying down on the bed as he left to the bathroom to take a shower himself. You laid on the bed sinking in immediately as you fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, you slowly woke up, the soft glow of early sunlight seeping through the curtains. For a moment, you were disoriented, caught between the haze of sleep and the warmth cocooning you. Then you felt it—strong, steady arms wrapped around you, pulling you gently into a secure embrace.

Turning your head slightly, your eyes met the peaceful sight of Jongho, still fast asleep. His face was relaxed, the usual tension from work and life smoothed away, his features softened by the quiet serenity of rest. His breath was slow and even, warm against the back of your neck, grounding you in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time.

His arm rested loosely around your waist, fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of the borrowed shirt you wore. The rise and fall of his chest against your back were soothing, and for a brief moment, everything felt simple—no chaos, no fear, just the comfort of his presence.

You stayed still, not wanting to disturb him, your heart caught somewhere between the warmth of the moment and the weight of everything that had led to it. Despite the uncertainty of what came next, in that quiet morning light, wrapped in Jongho’s arms, you felt something you hadn’t in a long time safe. You knew you had to get up and go to work but you just wanted to stay in bed longer curled up with Jongho.

After a few quiet minutes, you felt Jongho begin to stir. His arm shifted slightly as he woke, lifting it instinctively without realizing he had been holding you. Blinking against the soft morning light, he looked a bit disoriented, his face relaxed with the remnants of sleep.

You turned your head toward him, a gentle smile spreading across your face as your eyes met his.

"Good morning," you whispered softly, your voice filled with warmth and a hint of tenderness.

Jongho’s sleepy eyes met yours, still heavy with sleep. He didn’t say much, just let out a soft hum in response, his lips curling into a faint, sleepy smile. The simplicity of the moment, wrapped in the quiet comfort of just being there with him.

You slowly got up from the bed, careful not to disturb Jongho as he drifted back into a light sleep. The warmth of his presence lingered even after you left his side, wrapping around you like an invisible comfort. You got dressed, going through the familiar motions of your morning routine, though everything felt slightly different—lighter somehow.

As you stepped out the door and headed to work, the usual heaviness settled over you, that familiar dread of facing the day. But today, it wasn’t as overwhelming. Amidst the stress and routine, your mind kept drifting back to Jongho—his sleepy smile, the warmth of his arms around you, and the quiet comfort of just being near him.

For once, it wasn’t the thought of going home that weighed you down. It was the thought of returning to him that pulled you through the day. The idea of walking through his door, seeing his face, hearing his voice—that became the small, bright thread you held onto, hoping it would lead you to something better. Something real.

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AUTHOR NOTE | Hope you all enjoyed! I will be updating this one a lot since I already have like 4/5 chapters done, just waiting for my editor to go through and make changes :)

[paradoxic-ally]

Nevermore Theory

Alright, I’m finally going to go out and post my own Nevermore theory, now that the comic has returned. A lot of the things I wanna talk about are already pretty popular subjects of theory in the fandom (“Who killed Annabel Lee?”), but I wanna tackle a few points I rarely see addressed.

I am going to put all of this under the general thesis of: “The deans don’t lie, but they deliberately mislead.”

Unscientifically speaking, every time the deans come out and tell us something, my bullshit senses go off big time! I want to focus on two main claims they have made, that influence how we view the story in a major way: Who killed Annabel Lee and What’s up with the new life?

1. Who killed Annabel Lee?

I feel it necessary to type out the exact wording the deans use, because it is often misread or misremembered. Don’t worry, that is by design!

“Betrayed by the one who loved you above all else.”

“Who loved YOU” and not “Who YOU loved”. I think that distinction is very important and easily missed. Especially since the expressed purpose of the deans in that scene is to drive a wedge in Annabel and Lenore’s relationship. Now, you could easily argue, that this still points to Lenore. The two of them are the No. 1 relationship to root for after all. But this is where the second part of the statement comes in: “above all else”. In my opinion, Lenore has already demonstrated that she can and will put other things above Annabel Lee (divorce arc anyone?). I don’t doubt, that Lenore and Annabel were a lot closer when they were still alive, but I also don’t doubt that this is one of Lenore’s core personality traits. The other thing I want to point out is, that you don’t have control about “who loves you the most.” You would hope it is your significant other, or maybe a good friend or even a parent. But you can’t really know that. Which brings me to another part of this theory: “Well, who did it then?”

Short answer, I don’t know, but I have a hunch.

First off, I kind of dismissed her father as a suspect by personal preference. We don’t have a lot to go off here, but I think he is too dismissive of her to fit the description. I’m particularly thinking about the scene where he gushed to “Leo” about boats, rather than playing wingman for his daughter.

My main suspect is instead Annabel’s nameless suitor. We don’t know much about him, other than he has already challenged Annabel multiple times (showing dedication). She says: “I’ve defeated the poor fellow a dozen times now, but he is terribly persistent.” Her father has promised him, that at the end of the season he can marry Annabel if she hasn’t found a husband by then. I can imagine how angry he might be, if that plan doesn’t shake out and she gets engaged to another man, right before he finally gets his wish.

Coming back to the deans, I think we can find that they very deliberately chose their words to lead to a false conclusion. Annabel might know who she loves above all else, but she can’t know who would love her in that way. She is left to make assumptions and we along with her. The words “love” and “betrayal” point to someone close to her, and since she died on her wedding day we are lead to a most likely suspect. That’s how we skip over the precise details of the claim. And the deans have never even uttered a lie.

2. What about the new life?

“If you survive these exams you’ll get a chance at a new life.”

That’s the first claim we get from the deans about the prize waiting at the end of nevermore academy. And it is frustratingly vague. Luckily, we already know the first trick they pulled with that one, so we can take that as a guide to analyse it further. This short little claim lets you read almost anything you want into it. It doesn’t specify how many students are allowed to claim the price or, even more importantly, how tose exams will be designed. By leaving out information the automatic assumption is: “Everyone who passes the exams, gets a chance at a new life.” However if these exams ever are designed to only allow a single winner, then only one person would be able to clear the win condition. Nobody would think about any of this, when presented with such an opportunity. It’s why all hell breaks loose when they finally reveal the reward will only be granted to one student. Speaking of which, their wording changes a bit in that reveal.

“…and to the one lucky student amongst you who will be born again.”

Born again is new. It implies at least to some degree a fresh start. Not simply a continuation from where you left off. But that’s another problem. We do not know a single thing about what that new life entails. The students are too caught up in the urgency of the whole situation. They are dead. The deans are offering a way to return. That is all that matters. We hear what we want to hear. I think if we were to ask every student, every one would want something different out of the new life. I doubt Pluto would like to return to how things were.

What the new life looks like is impossible to say, and it is once more designed that way. I still would like to theorise. My personal pet theory is, that you return to the world of the living as a spectre. This is why the deans push students to manifest train their powers. Students with strong spectres are shown favouritisms and exams are designed to eliminate students who haven’t manifested. If you were to return to the world of the living as a human, what good would your spectres do you?

Im conclusion, the deans use our own assumptions against us, by being deliberately vague on important subjects. At the same time, they have yet to outright lie about something. They simply don’t tell you things. To me, that means double checking everything they say. It is kind of like uttering a wish to a djinn or dealing with fae. Be really mindful of the wording and how it may be used against you.

Thanks for reading this far and please let me know if I have missed something, especially if it debunks some of my claims. I am happy to hear your thoughts :)

[nestaians]

i don’t get why sjm bothered with having papa archeron alive when throughout the series it’s nesta who is blamed for papa archeron’s failure to be their parent

in acosf he’s barely discussed by sisters, among each other

let me remind u: feyre painted him and not nesta

nesta got her painting after she “fixed herself” in feyre’s eyes. this was so nasty fuck u fuck u!!!!!!

the only good things papa archeron did the entire series was coming to their aid with the ships and making a bargain to borrow queen vassa, and die

graysen, the human, elain’s ex fiancé, could have easily taken over that plot like why not?

the bargain with koschei for queen vassa and vassa is lucien’s friend are both obviously part of elain’s story and graysen being her ex fiancé, not bad

graysen son of fae hating man, breaking up with now fae elain only to go and get help and make a bargain with a death god for queen vassa to help faes with defeating hybern king, and dying ig? i mean elain did stab the king before nesta finished him off

or maybe not die, either way that would have been a good arc for graysen and now with the wall down, humans and fae post war alliance as well. he would have a better role idk man it was right there

back to the main topic

why did sjm have papa archeron around if she was never going to focus on him being a shitty parent

and how it affected his daughters -nesta being let down by him for the hundredth time, elain idk, feyre hunting and eventually being taken by fae

inner circle and their fans do not blame papa archeron for letting feyre hunt, they blame nesta who was a child herself!

just bc nesta is the oldest doesn’t mean she should be blamed for their father’s failures

like why did he get a painting before nesta?

“he helped in the war” so did nesta

“he died” so did nesta, she lost her human life, remember?

“he redeemed himself” so did nesta, again and again and again, way more than him

“feyre forgave him” did she ever hold him accountable?

if we remove the whole ic hates nesta for letting feyre hunt bullshit, ic really had no reason to treat nesta like that and see her as this evil witch right off the bat and hold feyre hunting over her head to make nesta help them when she didn’t want to

feyre, the mc, doesn’t look good at all by acting like her hunting was the start and the end of doing things in that cabin. “i managed alone” did u?? she doesn’t know how to cook or do any other household work which her sisters did but is never acknowledged by feyre “they only care about money” fuck u

blaming nesta for feyre hunting is such a forced thing, it makes the “heroes” look so bad bc they can’t use their brains. i swear children are smarter than this group of 500yrs olds

ic didn’t see kid nesta dancing with older men as an issue and used that info to make her do it again -that’s another convo

genuinely feel like i’m gone mad, like i am the only one who can see ghosts and no one else can, when people bring up feyre hunting and blame nesta for it

[ask-codeearasure]

Okay I know I said I'd send a mile-long ask about Histrionic Error sometime after I finished my post analyzing Covert Narcissist Cross, but at the time I forgot this blog is a side blog and I can't send asks from it. I would use my main instead and clarify this is the same guy yapping to you, but I don't feel like it.

A reblog might be more convenient for you anyway, we'll see.

I have much different headcanons for Error. Before I came across your version of the little bastard, my headcanons for him, that being based on the canon Error from askerrorsans, was that he's a Cluster A disaster (Paranoid, Schizoid, Schizotypal) with traits of BPD. But upon closer inspection of Histrionic Personality Disorder based on your version of Error, I've had to rearrange and rethink my approach and prior conclusion.

There have been theories about what exactly Error suffers from, for reference. This is one of the oldest, reblogged by CrayonQueen herself. Very thorough, but I can't say I agree with every symptom and diagnosis listed. I just can't vibe with the idea that yet another mass fucking murderer has Schizophrenia. I've seen other headcanons where Error is a Covert Malignant Narcissist (BPD + ASPD + NPD), and I dislike that for the same reasons. I'm tired of it only being murderers and abusers being headcanoned with some of the most stigmatized mental illnesses.

Here's the thing, and this may or may not apply to your variant of Error and that's fine, I'd just like to rant about this real quick.

The idea that Error in general seeks out attention is a concept that might have been introduced by Underverse, when Error showed up in that one Outertale genocide timeline to ask Nightmare where the fuck Ink went and Nightmare asked him "Are you looking for attention again?". I don't recall an older source, so that's the one I'm defaulting to.

That's a fun idea, that Error seeks out specific people for attention. Unfortunately this wasn't a thing with the original variation of Error, who was more than happy to isolate and compliment himself. He appreciated attention from Tumblr Users, but it was evident his sense of self-esteem was not dependent on them. Heck, one could say he prefers his own company over that of other people's in general, because even following positive or somewhat positive encounters with others, both characters like Blueberry and Tumblr Users alike, it would quickly be followed up by paranoid suspicion that he was going to be taken advantage of and/or manipulated. This is where my primary headcanons for Error come in, mainly that he's got Paranoid and Schizotypal Personality Disorders, which greatly interfere with how he interacts with others and where his delusions and fears of losing agency or control come from. The isolation and lack of much care or interest in others is where the Schizoid traits come in.

There's also the fact he acts very different depending on where he is. The Anti-Void is his safespace. It is the dimension where he harbors the most control over himself and others, and that is why he's the most relaxed, so to speak. Outside the Anti-Void though, he's guarded and on the attack. He is on a mission either to destroy a reality with no mercy in mind or he wants to go to Outertale and not be bothered.

However, your Error is clearly meant to be different, and he intrigues me. I said before that I have a special interest in personality disorders, and just before I saw your posts about some of your boys being Cluster B (we share a braincell in Ink having ASPD, I am so happy about that), I was going to lose my mind from a complete lack of Histrionic acknowledgement. I was just about to add traits of HPD to my version of Error just for the fuck of it, so in a way you have both inspired me further and saved my last quarter of a marble.

Now, I haven't seen everything about your Error, but from what art I have seen, he's a total bitch <3. He's fuckin hilarious, I like him.

Here's the thing. Because I don't know everything about your Error that you have shared on your blog thus far, I am not gonna make accurate observations about how HPD fits with him. What I do know is he seeks attention, especially from what I assume would be Ink and Geno (based on your previous asks and art), who may serve as his "Attention People" (ATP is the shorthand), and if he's anything like Underverse's Error, he'll go absolutely hogwild if he needs their attention and can't fucking find them to save his life.

Note how this list of diagnostic criteria cites sexual and/or provocative behavior as a quite common variation of behavior Histrionics use to attract attention, implying that many Histrionics have been sexually abused in some way. This may or may not apply to your version of Error, I don't know, and I'm not going to assume that's the case. Here's a source that doesn't cite implications of sexual abuse as much in HPD criteria.

There are Histrionics who have not suffered sexual abuse and they seek attention through other means, expressing themselves in whatever way that's loud and extreme enough to get the attention they desire.

Just like with BPD and NPD, which I have talked about around five, six days ago? For a patient to be diagnosed with HPD, they need to experience at least 5 of the diagnostic criteria presented. With your Error, again from what I am aware of, he matches with 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7. That's six of the criterion. Could be more, could be less.

He feels very intensely and expresses it in impressionable and extreme manners, his mood swings are off the fucking shits, he's always admiring his appearance and seeks validation for that, is ridiculously dramatic and theatrical whenever he feels wronged or is recounting events where he felt cheated, and is gullible and easily led on to think or feel something about a subject that he previously had no reason to have a differing opinion for or an opinion at all on.

Would you say this is accurate or semi-accurate to your interpretation so far? I wanna know more. Histrionic Error scratches my brain in a way I need more of.

-- Sarco

LOOKS AT ERROR WITH HPD

I DIDNT KNOW THAT EXISTED BUT MY GOD YES THAT IS HIM,,,

I see him as being autistic too and it being the other reason why he is scared of people touching him apart from being in the antivoid for so long (feel like it’s both and they go hand in hand tbh, I have the same fear and getting overwhelmed with being touched due to being not used to it hence making the fear worse sucks ass)

that and him having the special interest of undernovalla and the seeing the puppets as comfort items

Also yes I see Geno as autistic too, and sans that he’s connected too

IKR?

And oh yeah Error is definitely both histrionic and Autistic, I even think he also has ADHD actually

Also his fear of touch with his autism is just a perfect combo shhdhd

(And hell ya Geno and Sans are autistic)

[jealousmartini]

🎙️🗯️ for the ask game !! tell me everything 😼

- @cnscs

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK MOOTIE

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ANSWERING QUESTIONS FOR THE SPARKLING SUPERHERO ASK GAME 🩷

— MHA REALITY —

🎙️ : SOLEMN STUDIO MICROPHONE . . . how does the media in your desired reality portray you? are they in favor of your supersona or do they think you are a menace?

Oh, the media absolutely LOVES me! In my MHA reality, I've been documenting/vlogging my entire journey on my 2000s quality camera as a British kid in high school, wanting to move to Japan to become a hero. I posted regularly onto YouTube. And I'd post a lot of different things on my account, too like Mukbangs(eat with mes), study with mes, gossip, live streaming, gameplay and that stuff.

Aside from that, it was really interesting because even though I completed my full 5 years of highschool in Britian, I still moved to Japan and did another 3 years of education because UA is A HIGH SCHOOL 😭 What made my experiences as a British foreigner in Japan unique was the fact I got to have 2 completely different highschool experiences. I went through so many culture shocks in Japan, and I got to yap about what life is like in Japan to my following, which is a mixture of Western and Asian audiences.

And my audience really like my videos. I'm very honest and assertive about everything. The general public appreciate how unfiltered I am but to many I am considered very controversial because of my opinions and stuff like that.

🗯 : SWIFT SPEECH BUBBLE . . . do you work alone? are you a part of some hero organization ( the justice league, the avengers, x-men, fantastic four, new avengers, etc . . . ) ?

I'm shifting to the middle of the second school year, so this is more of a plan I have. After graduation, most of Class 1A would go their separate ways as heroes. But I've been wondering about rounding up some of my classmates to make an official organised group like the Avengers, Teen Titans or "WHOOP" from Totally Spies.

I, being the female Tony Stark of Class 1A, tech skills and intelligence wise, have been wanting to create a headquarters and an organisation under my name but in affiliation with Dynamite's agency. I've been discussing (with myself in my room) who I'd MAINLY want to be in my organisation, and I'm thinking Marcelynn (me obvs), Todoroki, Kirishima, Momo, Uraraka, Katsuki, Deku, Tsuyu, Shinso, Denki, Hagakure, Sero, Mina, and Jirou.

The fully highlighted in pink would be my main group, the fully highlighted in blues would be the emergency back ups, the half pink half blues would be the specific fill ins (dare I say... extras).

Mains: Marcelynn, Todoroki, Kirishima, Uraraka, Katsuki, Deku, Mina

Emergency back ups and fill ins: Momo, Tsuyu, Denki, Jirou

Fill ins: Shinsou, Hagakure, Sero

I haven't thought of a name for my HQ or the group yet but that's my basic idea 😍

[incorrectpnatquotes]

Starch Radness 8 Prediction Bracket Contest

Here’s the bracket for Starch Radness 8! This year’s theme is "Who most deserves to say f*ck?"

We’re continuing our prediction bracket contest where you can win merch from the Paranatural store or items from Zack Morrison’s itch.io. Additionally...

ONE EIGHTFOLD PLUSHIE

is up for grabs as a prize this year!

In the event of ties, the entrant who submitted their bracket first will be given the first chance to choose the Eightfold plushie!!

Because we are continuing to use Tumblr polls this year and you can see the live results after voting, entrants may NOT post screenshots or percentages of the results before the poll’s voting has ended. Encouraging people to vote one way or another or saying that X choice is winning or losing is permitted, but we feel giving exact numbers may sway the voting too much. If there is an issue, we will talk to you about it first to attempt to resolve it, but we retain the right to disqualify you if a resolution cannot be reached.

Here’s how it works:

If you want to participate, you may either:

fill out a template bracket, as shown above and submit the photos to this blog

ask us for a link to a Google Sheet version of the bracket, fill that out, and let us know when you're done so we can screenshot your bracket

If you would like to request a Google Sheet bracket to fill out, send an ask to this blog, and I will reach out to you via my main @blairdiggory with a link to your personal bracket.

***You must tell me when you're done filling out the bracket on Google Sheets so that I can take screenshots. Brackets filled out on Google Sheets are not entered until the screenshots have been taken.***

**Additionally, please be aware that I am unable to be on Tumblr most of the work day, but I will do my best to provide links every couple of hours. If you choose to fill out a Google Sheets bracket instead of editing the above photos, you may get your bracket sent to you later than you would like, which could delay your entry into the contest. Requests for Google Sheets brackets will be answered in the order they were received.**

These brackets must be turned submitted to Incorrect Pnat Quotes before 9 PM Eastern Time on Thursday, February 27th. You will receive a message or ask from @blairdiggory​ to confirm that we received your bracket.

Prizes

The person with the most points at the end of Starch Radness 8 wins one item of their choice from the Paranatural merch store, the Eightfold plushie, or the entire library from Zack’s itch.io! Second place gets one item from Zack’s itch.io.

If first place passes on the Eightfold plushie, the second place winner will be given the chance to choose the plushie as their prize. If the Eightfold plushie isn’t chosen, it will be rolled over to Starch Radness 10 (and future years if still not chosen).

Again, in the event of ties, the entrant who submitted their bracket first will be given the first chance to choose the Eightfold plushie!

How to fill out a template bracket and how scoring works are explained under the cut. Have fun playing! :D

First, I’m going to fill out the bracket with who I think will win each round (which is NOT necessarily who *I* think most deserves to say f*ck*). For example, I think Max is going to beat out Ms. Baxter. So on the line stemming from their bracket, I write "Max" like this:

I do this for all pairs in the first round. Then, we get to the pairs in the second round. For my prediction bracket, I believe the first two characters facing off will be Max and Jean Garcia. Of those two, I believe Max will win, so I write that his name the line stemming from that pair’s bracket.

Continue until all lines are filled out!

Points and Scoring:

After every round, you will tally how many characters that you correctly guessed would win the bracket. Round 1 is 1 point per character guessed correctly, round 2 is 2 points per character guessed correctly, etc. As an example, say Max wins his bracket, but Jean Garcia loses his bracket. I win 1 point for that section because Max won but Jean Garcia lost (and Penny Spender won). If Max wins against Penny Spender, I get 2 points for that section. Then, I add the points up at the end of the game, so for this section, so far I have 3 points.

The person with the most points at the end of Starch Radness 8 wins an item of their choice from the Paranatural merch store, the Eightfold plushie, or the entire library from Zack’s itch.io, and second place gets one item from Zack’s itch.io.

Still have questions? Feel free to send us an ask, and we can clarify. :)

[dmsr-art]

miss vee… i am in desperate need of freak/insect shipper/proship friends. i’ve got one irl bestie who’s also a proshipper but i YEARN for online ones. my other online friends don’t support it or haven’t said anything one way or another.

i’m thinking about making another twitter or tumblr blog, but keeping a “secret” identity feels hard to maintain, let alone making new friendships.

any thoughts/tips on how to accomplish this?

much love to youuuuuuuu

insect shipper? omg like which ones... spider x fly? 😳 wasp x bee?? 😳😳

moving on... my advice to u is to start dropping breadcrumbs of freakness to see which of ur online friends are also secret sickos. and if any of the ones who aren't into it try to say ur morally bad for liking fucked up fiction then they are probably not worth keeping as friends. if it turns out that none of ur online friends are also like-minded perverts then sure u could make another twt/tumblr account but don't make it a secret identity. just be like yeah this is my side freak account. personally tho i would just start freak posting on main and attract new friends that way. if u are unapologetically horny they will come 🙂‍↕️

[dai-mondai]

The Yunos and their dates

Here's I'm going to dicuss each Yuno and what I think happened in each of the dates she went on

This post will only cover the non-leads (Green, Ribbon and Heart), I'll do another post covering the main two.

Before I dive in though I want to establish a couple things.

One, I am assuming each of them are with a different client. This is because of this question and answer.

Since she's wearing different clothes and hair in each of these setting I'm assume first that the cilents are different, unless there's something that supports otherwise.

Two, I'm going to colour code and refer to them as the following

Umbilical - School Uniform Yuno

TearDrop - Lingerie Outfit Yuno

Heart - Karaoke Yuno

Ribbons - Car Yuno

Green - Skyview Yuno

And three, have fun! This, like many of my posts, are to gather my thoughts about these characters.

First let's talk about Green.

"Where'd you get your half-baked sense of justice"

There's not as much that I can say on her but we can infer her date from these three images.

“Good morning” “Good night”

Together they're on a very high floor enjoying the view. Maybe the top of an apartment? It looks to be around mid-day with how bright the sky is. How many stairs would she have to climb? She's always the third one on the spiral staircase.

"Just me alone, the warmth starts fading away / Just me alone, it really is lonely. Let’s reload the warmth"

Though never the highest.

Anyways, she looks a bit bored on the staircases, at least the view is nice. There's nothing noticeable on the client's stairacse. Perhaps there's not much to them.

"Even this makes you happy right?"

Late into the evening, they're having a drink. Though it doesn't look like she has touched her drink, and there looks to be a small desert on the left? So this probably isn't dinner or anything.

This is a new floor, lower than the previous one, the buildings look closer and the design of the windows are different. The view is great, you can see Toyko Tower! The client has a very nice place, assuming it's the clients place.

"The episode reloading on an endless loop"

Or maybe not.

Look at Tokyo Tower, we could only see the top of it before, now it's more eye level. And now the windows go all the way to the floor! Is Green and her client checking out every floor of this building? What is this building anyways?

Huh, The Prince Park Tower Tokyo? It's the only one nearby that's tall enough with a similar roof I believe.

Which means first they were at the top of the building for sight seeing, then probably enjoying one of its many lounges for the evening. Most likely the STELLAR GARDEN Sky Lounge with it's view and it be very close.

And then ended the night in one of it's guest rooms.

“Good morning” “Good night”

Mostly one like the Panormic King Room with it's tall windows, but perhaps any Panormic Room.

Assuming the Client isn't a member, booking a room like that for a nigth ranges from ¥80-¥100 000 for the night.

So let's say it's ¥90 000, that would make it around AUD$947.72 (or USD$594.50)! And that may not be covering the lounge!

Her client was determined I'll say. I'd think he may be cheating, taking her to a hotel. And she probably knew this.

"Even this makes you happy right?"

But let's recap the date. They both arrive at The Prince Park Tower Toyko, early on they go to the top of the building to enjoy the view, that Green enjoyed enough to highlight, then they shared an evening in the Sky Lounge. Afterwards they hed to their Guest Room for the night. Maybe have breakfast in the morning depending if the client booked with provided breakfast.

And that's that? Seems like it! Though I could speculate on the client.

One, possibly a repeat client.

"The episode reloading on an endless loop"

Two, this client may be cheating with the lengths they went to be private, or they just wanted a very nice night (doubt). But yeah, she's calling out someone's sense of justice and it's not just Es/Audience.

That's all I do for Green for now.

Next on the list?

Let's do Ribbons.

"I'm the one who chose, let you and you and you all in"

Now she's a bit more interesting. Let's see what's up.

Also Minigram Ribbon!

"I want to be with you as many times as I can"

Alright, no leading on this time. She's likely in Yokohama as you can see Tokohama Cosmo World in the background.

I think the view is Minato No.1 Bridge, due to the railings, which is part of Kishamichi Promenade, a waterfront walkway that has an old railway inbedded in it. It's considered a Historic Walking Area.

Her and her client went on a walk in Kishamichi Promenade. Neat. So this client is more of a sight seerer.

It's very bright out, so I'll say around mid day again.

Also before I forget.

"Let's reload the warmth / The lies are endless"

She goes from being the highest on the staircase to the second lowest. And there's shoes, big bag and a present on the client's stairs. Also the order of images goes from her picture being shown last, to first, first and first again. She seems important.

"That is probably an amazing thing"

She doesn't seem too happy. But it's amazing, probably.

Next we see her, she's in a car. Looks comfortable? If the client is a sightseerer then they need a way to get around. I'll assume it's the client's car.

We see her with a B-MOOE bag that she didn't have before, maybe it's the client's? Though it isn't on the staircase at all. It's odd to say the least. I'm not sure what B-MOOE would be in reference to.

She also has a drink as well in a clear cup and straw. So they went out for drinks.

It's bright out so it's still daytime.

Desire, bestow, and desire again

She appears tired.

Her skirt is askewed. She finished her drink in the cupholder and is now drinking bottled water(?). The bag is gone. Still in the car, chair now reeled back. But now it's late. This is probably after having sex with her client.

So recap: They go to Kishamichi Promenade and walk on the Minato No. 1 Bridge. Then they get into the car, at some point get drinks, and spend the night in the car.

The client, eh, maybe not be in the car for so much of it? I don't think she's the biggest fan of this client either. But maybe that's just my likes and dislikes.

Now there is a reason I called her Ribbon, as her hair has the same yellow ribbons as the balloon.

And this means the baby, represented by the balloon, is mostly likely Ribbon's Client.

Unfortunate for Yuno, as that wasn't whose baby she wanted

She eyes for the Red Ribbon. She wanted to have Heart's Client baby.

Though she most likely only learnt this after conception.

Which brings us to Heart.

"Happy or sad? Why decide?"

This one will be fun.

What day is it tomorrow?

Now who's that in the background? It's Hachiko!

In Shibuya, Tokyo, Hachiko is considered a must see Statue in Toyko.

Its of a faithful akito dog, who waits for his owner 9 years after his death. Very devoted.

A part of me wonders if Heart wanted to see the statue a lot too, after all she likes dogs.

In any case, she seems to be enjoying herself.

I should mention her stairs too.

"Just the two of us, I feel a little tingle inside / Just the two of us, I finally found it"

Just the two of them

She's at the bottom of both staircases, the most grounded. She goes from looking straightforward to happy. A lot of stuff on the client side. More gifts I believe.

"I know you will respond that way"

They're doing karaoke! Isn't that fun. Hey wait.

Hey Yuno likes Karaoke! Dogs and Karaoke, seems like a pretty great date.

Though unsure where exactly they're doing the karaoke. In Shibuya likely, it seems to have quite a few karaoke bars, though I don't have enough to figure out if it's a specific bar.

Also her bag is gone, might as well take it off.

"The fading warmth makes me anxious again. Tear drops succumb and fall"

Still in the Karaoke booth. Vampire playing in the background. The fact that Vampire is associated specifically with this Yuno and Client is pretty forward. Especially in the middle of it.

Wonder why she would kill this client when it seemed like they were having such a good time. Even seemed like she wanted to have their child. She took the time to put everything back on and do her hair afterwards.

Huh who said that.

Anyways recap of Heart and her client. They went to Shibuya, saw Hachiko, did karaoke and nothing else happened at all. Completely normal day.

So that is what I think how Green, Ribbon and Heart's dates went, aswell as some random stuff about them. All very interesting and different days. I'll talk about the other Yunos at a later date. Maybe.

Hope you enjoyed <3 I'm so tired (eepy)

[wisteriahyacinth]

I'd like to think that if I was in the PJO universe, I'd be friends with Luke, Jason, and Leo.

But if I am being real with myself. I'd probably never talk to them ever, get super intimidated, and probably never make actual friends with any of the main characters. Except for like.. Silena.. I think I'd be friends with her. She just seems like the most friendly out of all the characters.

Think about it. Percy when he first went to camp he was distraugt over losing Sally and all that jazz. Then when he comes back he's like super popular and then he gets betrayed by Luke. WHERE IN THAT TIME FRAME AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH HIM? I'D FEEL GUILTY BECAUSE HE'S ALWAYS GOING THROUGH SOMETHING. Don't even get me started on the other books. Then when we skip to HOO, he's literally missing and has no memories. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH HIM?? THEN THERE'S ANOTHER WORLD ENDING QUEST.

Next, let's head to Luke. 1. He's already pretty broody, and I don't know if I'd have the social skills to approach someone like that. There IS a chance I could bond with him over the whole parents thing but ehh? It truly seems like the only true friends he had were Annabeth and Thalia. So making friends with him seems super hard.

Then Jason. My favourite character. Not ONLY was he treated like a prince in waiting at Camp Jupiter. He was probably really cold and stiff and I don't do well with people who don't seem to like me. Or even worse, I over analyze Jason's demeanor and feel guilty for wanting to talk to him and be friends with him because he already has so much on his plate! Then of course the whole prophecy happens and then he goes to CHB and then he like.. BARELY TALKS TO ANYONE!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE FRIENDS WITH THESE PEOPLE??? If i was a Roman, maybe I'd be an acquaintance at best, but that literally means nothing because duh, everybody knew him. Like.. i feel like I'd try too hard and make him think that I only wanna be friends with him because of his status. When I just suck at communication!!!

Leo.. Leo might be someone I could be friends with. But AGAIN. He'd probably intimidate me and stuff.

Annabeth to me in the books, always came off as really.. cold?? I dunno how to describe it, but similar to Luke, she came off as not being the most friendly person. And as a person who SUCKS at making friends, I'd probably overthink that she's annoyed with me then start avoiding her.

Frank and Hazel? Okay.. maybe I'd be friends with them. I feel like I'd totally vibe with them. They seem very.. not intimidating and understanding??

Then Piper.. I also don't know! I think what would happen if I was in the books would be that I'm trying to become friends with Jason, Leo, and Piper. And then when Jason is very stoic and cold, I'd stop talking to him. But Piper could very well get possessive and not want to talk to me??

Then there's Thalia. We barely see anything of her in camp. So being friends with her would probably only happen if you were a hunter. Meaning there is no chance I'd even get close to her at all. And also, I feel like I'd get intimidated by her.

Reyna. She's just like Jason. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS SO MANY RESPONSIBILITIES??? LIKE.. I'D FEEL BAAAD!! Also, I don't know if she'd like me.

In summary. As much as I LOVE these characters, I feel like the only one's I'd be friends with in real life would be Leo (maybe), Silena, Hazel, and Frank.

I really wanna make a 2nd post going more in depth, but i know no one will care so what's the point yk?

[killerzys]

Should probably post this on my venting account..oh well

[DO NOT ATTACK ANYONE THAT WAS MENTIONED]

Tw mentioning of cutting, say kill yourself, and F1zzyst4r

Please don't center me around this drama I'm not the one who needs the support Wenni is they have been a victim of F1zzyst4r for a year now I just want to simply explain.. how this has affected me.. but please show some support to Wenni and not me

More in the undercut

So there has been a lot on my mind been gone a few days so it feels a little bit more clearer

I do not want to meet the situation about me since I'm not the one who's being harassed Wenni has and I don't want to make the situation about me even though I am also being affected by it. Just not the way Wenni has been, that's why I have been scared to talk about how I'm feeling about Skittles.. and everything but uhh just because I don't want to make it about me I'm not the let's say main victim.. yes I have been harassed I don't know if was one of skittle's friends that told me this in my ask box but someone recently told me to kill myself and it threw me off

And for a while I felt forced to be friends with him (Skittles) I texted him before I blocked him that hey I felt forced to be your friend and it's making me uncomfortable.. I didn't say this part but the tracing also made me uncomfortable.. especially when it was clear that you copied someone else's design and is tracing someone else's art without credit or say oh yeah I make expired by this person inspiration, and now don't come attack me and say oh there's a few times that you didn't credit someone but as soon as someone say hey by the way maybe credit the person that gives you inspiration you @ them and I have I go back and edit pic or post and @ the person there is just sometimes where I get so excited that I forget but Skittles even after being called out and you're saying hey dude by the way maybe just give credit to the person that you take inspiration from Skittles is like erm actually they're tracing me!!

That's my point of view of how I see it and those other parts but I don't want to make this really long and boring to read

But I just mainly wanted to say how I've been infected by everything, after becoming friends with Skittles I thought they were kind and sweet they were to me but that's before I knew the full drama I did follow wenni on Pinterest for a while and seen little glimpse here and there last time I seen before I became friends with Skittles is that Wenni and Skittles were on good terms.. so I thought it was all right to be his friend, this whole friendship started because I made my old reference sheet of nighty, based off of on of wenni's old ref.. Skittles was like hey by the way maybe not copy me and I simply told them that I took inspiration from someone else that I didn't even know they were on the board, we became friends on Tumblr and talked, then I started getting targeted not targeted that's not the right word to say involved in drama that simply I was just watching from behind.. never had any attention to get involved with any of the drama but with my luck I somehow got into it because I was friends with Skittles.. I'm no longer friends with him and I feel free I feel safer now but I keep seeing the excuse of like his friends in my inbox "he made art for you and everything, he thought you guys were friends" just because you simply made art for me doesn't really mean anything I'm sorry? Like I make art for a lot of people doesn't mean I'm their friend I just think whatever OC or design I did was really neat and I wanted to draw it myself.. in the friend part I did see each other as friends but we never really communicated like we were friends.. we would talk to each other about the drama and I remember at some point I said whoever is tracing needs to own up to it now so this drama could be over and no one can get hurt or go through more mental health problems... But it seems that he didn't take that advice but oh well but other than talking about the drama and stuff we vented it to each other, there were a few funny moments but it's wasn't really friends? It was like that one buddy you see crossing the hall and you talk for a minute before going back to your class and then you don't see them for the rest of the year that's how it felt and before everything that happened I will admit I had a tad of a crush on Skittles but over time it started affecting me not in the greatest way... And I just lost all feelings when I got with my partner... And then at some point he would call me dear or something ? And sweetheart saying I'm sorry I think someone hacked my account acting all flirty with me which made me uncomfortable...

But besides that uhh he has now decided to text my mutuals or get his friends to do it I believe he's doing it because they are all anonymous and him or he got his friend to send something one of my mutuals inbox say hi by the way uhh river faked being friends with Skittles like a few times something something quite frankly I don't think you should be mutuals with them no more

Ok ok Skittles I see I see going to my mutuals telling them, that they should stop being friends with me because I stopped being friends with you because you're traced someone's art and copied many people's designs and when I tell you that I felt forced to be your friend and felt so uncomfortable and I unfollowed you which is a valid reason saying that I was uncomfortable and blocking you you're going to resort to going to my mutuals and basically harass them saying you should stop being friends with River, river is a bad friend you shouldn't be friends with them

Okay buddy like what? I've been trying to stay serious but the more I text this sentence the more I'm getting mad and the more I'm realizing the red flags that I should have realized from before... Honestly Skittles I hope you get help I hope you get therapy or something I'm not going to wish upon your death because honestly that's against what I believe which is nothing but like I don't believe in telling people they should kill themselves just because of certain actions I feel like they should get help now let's say if you were a pedophile now I would say kill yourself but does drama could have been resolved a long time ago if you just figured out your own art style who you are and stop copying someone to the point of copying that Wenni saying you have anger issues and trust issues ?

Wet Skittles I do wish that you get some therapy help mental help hell go to a mental asylum I don't care get help...

Now onto more stuff that like other things I've been thinking about

So basically going to my friends and harassing them

Having people go in my inbox harassing me saying like why did you stop being friends with Skittle kill yourself

It feels like you're using the fact that I used to have a crush on you against me and saying that we were friends because sometimes we made art for each other?

That's really it? Uh yeah I don't know this entire situation has just had me stressed about everything.. to the point where I'm having a hard time even drawing.. communicating with people talking and everything...it's really unbearable.. a few days ago I lost my streak .. because of this. The stress got so much that I took it out on myself I was almost 2-3 month clean..

[astoldbysteph]

i feel like people aren't gonna like what i am gonna say but after numerous talks with rp friends, i think it's important to at least yap a little about this.

i know this you don't owe anyone anything girlypop coochie queef purrrrrrr 💅 attitude is seen as the standard to follow not only in rp spaces but pretty much anywhere (especially online) and idk guys, i think this is doing more damage than good. rping is a hobby, yes, but it's a hobby that involves us collaborating with people in order to have fun and sometimes i feel like there's some inherent selfishness and carelessness that along with a severe lack of communication, is slowly eroding the rpc as a whole.

every day i hear a new anecdote about admins failing to take their group off the ground because of flakey members. or people retreating into their shells and not being able to fully enjoy writing with others due to people ghosting them after three hours. i feel like every single person that does the 1x1/indie thing has a story where they plot someone, make a discord server or set up an established thread, and then they never hear from their writing partner ever again. and this ain't cool, guys.

stuff happens! we all got lives and responsibilities like work and school and family life that sometimes prevent us from being as active as we would've like. or some days we just don't feel like writing for whatever reason and that's valid. this ain't a job, but it is a collaborative hobby so i am sorry to tell y'all this, but we do owe at least a lil bit of common courtesy to people who take the time to collab with us.

chats with friends and fellow rpers have me feeling like the rpc as a whole, in my opinion, has a communication problem. group people don't talk to their admins or don't like plotting with other members. 1x1/indie people are used to dropping stuff unannounced and talk even less between each other. roleplayers in general avoid making the first move and prefer letting the other party do the work. like dang y'all, not to be a hag on main but back in my day!!!! there was more of a willingness to talk to others. now everyone is more 'secluded' which i think stems from bad past experiences so we kinda end up stuck in a cycle that messes with everything as a whole.

idk where i am going this but i keep seeing people posting stuff talking about this or sharing similar sentiments or stuff happens to me and i end up making my brain work overtime to try and figure out what happened and what i can do on a personal level to change things and help others stop feeling discouraged and have a better time writing and chilling with people

and also before i forget because my wife reminded me!! it's ok to drop stuff or plots or people and its ok to take ur time to reply. we all got stuff to do or we are tired or sad or obsessively rewatching degrassi or just dont feel like writing and that's so valid. all sane people get it and would be understanding if you hit them up like hey! idt i have muse for this or sorry i took forever! but people don't even do that nowadays and it leads to people quitting, feeling discouraged, OR WORSE, adopting the same mindset. talk to ppl!! rpers are super nice and if you run into a weirdo i will beat them up for u