#i blame my header tbh

[bloggingboutburgers]

hi! first of all i just wanted to say i adore your art and am finally happy to see another ace person on tumblr!

Secondly; I really appreciate your tag 'no one can know i don't like sex' because it's difficult i find, to find people who don't try and still make those kinda points around you or anything. It gets really annoying when laughing it off doesn't work and you try and talk about it, but basically get told to just let people make those jokes still and let them keep making you uncomfortable because they like them and they're happy with it...Like :// okaayy then...Anyway, sorry, but, still. Thank-you, so much. (Also love your blog header, it's really cute!!)

Heya! I'm so sorry I'm replying so late, life has been pretty busy TwT And thanks for the kind words on my blog header!^^

But aaah... Yeah I see what you mean TwT Tbh I can kinda forgive when people do it out of habit because they don't know, I blame the systemic way society is formed more than I blame them personally... People who'll hear I'm asexual and will be dicks about it anyway though? Yeah no. And there definitely are some...

Either way it's not an easy word to navigate for us, so I sympathize and I appreciate your kind words TwT

[khaopybara]

tag game ✨

@mbjw saved me from saturday boredom and tagged me in this, so thank you jubs, i enjoyed these a lot.

1. why did you choose your url?

i love khaotung. khaotung was obsessed with the capybara song last year before i even knew who he was. capybaras happen to be a very common animal in the region i live. i was very happy they were getting the recognition they deserved. put them together, we have lovely khao + capybaras = khaopybara (i'm also super sure i've seen people here and on tw use this and i just stole it. i'm not creative especially when it comes to usernames).

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.

i have two other sideblogs. @tuseryoo for all of the gifs i make so i can have all of them in one blog just because, so i feel like i'm not losing track of the things i create (even though i haven't updated that one in a while), and @captain-xandis that some moots might have noticed in their notifications bc i recently created that one to post gifs about critical role, but i always forget to check which blog appears on top of the thingy, so i'm constantly deleting and reblogging things in the right blog these days.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

as of july 3rd, i've been here for 11 years now, so since 2013? which tracks with my super strong k-pop phase tbh.

4. do you have a queue tag?

nah, i have a queue going for gifs that are requests or for episodes that already aired, but usually i just post things whenever.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

ha, i was into super junior. and i was experimenting with fandom for the first time at the time. that's it. i felt like tumblr was a lot more creative and pretty than twitter or facebook, so i stayed.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

i am a mook defender and apologist. i also think aya is super cute and super pretty. i change icons so often though, i blame all the pretty women in qls these days for making me change it all the time.

7. why did you choose your header?

i am breathing and living for the heart killers and kantbison and unfortunately i'm dying from lack of content. the tattoo table kiss is going to change lives i think, so until we don't get the official version, i'll have this masterpiece displayed there somehow.

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

as of now, it's a 23.5 official trailer gifset of sun being jealous of ongsa with amazing 939 notes, but the gifset of lada protecting earn from hitting her head on the table is quickly catching up with 877.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

17 mutuals? i think that's right.

10. how many followers do you have?

843 if you count the main blog + side-blogs.

11. how many people do you follow?

... 27 blogs.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

i mean, sure? i do get embarrassed by my own shitposts sometimes and i delete them tho.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

all the time. it's my favorite social media for sure. i get to see pretty things and my dash is much better curated than other apps. it's great.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

i don't think i ever fought online. i block people with remarkable expedience tbh if i don't like their vibe or their tone or the shit they post, and i also make use of the filtered tags, so you know, no reason to fight.

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts

these exist? good for them. you shouldn't tell people what to do.

16. do you like tag games?

sure! i only started being part of them now, so sometimes i forget them, or i just don't see i was tagged, but i do enjoy them.

17. do you like ask games?

i don't think i've ever done an ask game but that's mainly bc i think people won't want to know and won't send any asks, and i'd rather spare my ego from that humiliation.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

i think many of my mutuals are famous in our ql bubble which makes it a little crazy that some are my mutuals tbh. that's most of them actually.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

i do have people that make me kick my feet when they interact with my posts like, twirling my hair, silly smile, giggling because they've noticed me. but actually crushing, imagining our lives in the countryside, with a kitchen facing the meadow in a fine spring morning, with two dogs and three cats, no.

20. tags?

i'm tagging @namtanfilm, @aylinaliens, @sollucets and @sherrymagic, @ayansukkhaphisit and whoever feels like doing it, and to those i've tagged, just ignore this if you want, too, no pressure.

[after-witch]

Omg don’t mind me, I was just looking through your masterlist and I really needed to tell you how much I liked the way you formatted and put everything together. 🥹 Tbh it gave me some serious nostalgia for old fansites from the 90’s and early 00’s, especially with some of those titles I peeped! The only thing you’re missing is a few low quality jpegs lol aaaaand I may or may not be pining for Geocities now, which I’m absolutely going to blame you for xmdmdsmw

But no in all seriousness, I’m so glad a mutual reblogged that Hisoka commission you posted and I was able to catch it on my dash. I’m going to take some time to further peruse your masterlist tomorrow but please know that I’m super excited to read more of your works! I’m very impressed so far!

oh thank you for such a nice message!!

LOL thank you. I miss old anime fansites... custom headers (with or without fanart drawn by the 15 year old webmaster) for every link, endless quizzes, the weird text emoji things, rambling from the webmaster on every page with many dubious stories to try to faux brag about things, characters talking with the webmaster...

I can see it now for my masterlist, really:

These are my Chrollo fics I hope you like them my teacher saw me writing them and was like "I think you could get this published!!" ^^;;; Chrollo: "There are a lot here. You seem a bit obsessed with me." Shhhhhhh and I'll give you a nice book to read later. Chrollo: **annoyed sigh** Fine.

I weep. Nostalgia and cringe perfectly mingled...

I had some Geocities sites, but for the life of me I can't remember what they were about now.

Also NGL my masterlist is several months out of date but I am forcing myself to get that updated this weekend, lol.

But ahh I'm so glad you liked my Hisoka fic! I hope you find other stuff you like! \o/

[itsmaddienotmaddy]

I wasn’t going to blab my soccer nonsense but I can’t HELP IT.

We won, we scored, it’s World Cup season and I’m living for it.

Soph is inevitable and how fucking exciting is it that she got TWO goals and an assist in her World Cup debut. So good. So deserving. Miss ma’am put in the WORK today. She also needs to make quicker decisions on her passing, she waits and loses the open opportunities forcing her to go back or try to take on 4 players on the dribble.

Trin, also a DEBUT. It’s really really fun to see these players on this giant stage. And tbh, I think Trin would have done better if she hadn’t been trucked in the first 30 seconds. I think she’ll likely build in this tournament. I’m waiting for a worldie.

Alex - needed exactly what Tobin said in the first re inc recap episode. She needs good service. Soph and Trin like to dribble. There’s a conflicting front line game plan. That being said, she worked her ass off. Had really good opportunities and read situations really well. And my GOD, that flick assist to Soph is what dreams are made of. Should we ignore the penalty? Ummm. I kind of already blocked it from my brain. Soph should have taken it.

Pinoe, I love her. We all love her. Not her game. We know this. She obviously knows it. But the promising thing she does is that she’s this linking spark. Lindsey must have been pumped to have her in because all of a sudden, there were passing triangles pinging all over that side.

Alyssa (baby) - another youngin! I can’t find it in me to be anything but so freaking happy seeing the youth get this experience. No curmudgeon here for now. She had one great run and cross that was promising. Had a hard time staying on her feet, but can ya blame her?

Andi, sweet Andi. This was a great game for her to get minutes and side bar; she’s not a baby youth but it’s her first World Cup too and I’m PROUD. Idk if she’s always gonna cut it against top opponents but I appreciate her vision and her physicality. She’s a brick wall and really and truly, in a 50/50 sitch, my money is on Andi staying tall and the opposing player eating grass.

Savannah. How’s she doing? Can she believe it? How NUTS to have your literal second cap be starting the first game of the World Cup. She was getting shoved and getting really familiar with the grass for a bit, but she settled and actually looked extremely comfortable, stood out positively, and had some really good goal opportunities. She’s very cool, I wanna see a banger one of these games.

Lindsey has a pretty good game! She is a brilliant player and there were such good moments showing just that. Her pass to Alex’s flick to the first goal. Beautiful. And she had a few more that were so so nice. Went down easy a few times per usual but I do think she adjusted to the game and the lack of calls and she was working to stay up, putting that damn muscle to good use. She does have a tendency to overthink the strike when the ball takes a hot second to get to her. But, that third goal. A solid freaking rip.

Miss Rose. I missed that pale bitch so much. She makes the midfield. She makes those around her better. She allows a different attack because she carries the ball so well and folks are confident in her foot skills to allow her to work. She wasn’t perfect - her headers will forever crack me up. But we are at our best with Rose on the field.

Naomi. First World Cup whom? She is smooth, she is calm, she is consistent. Idk how she’s so young. She’s got amazing energy, big fan.

Center back Julie. She did what we needed back there. I’m curious if she was utilized as center back for the veteran experience or if she was put there instead of in the 6 because her fitness level isn’t midfield tier yet. Either way, blue headband blonde hair target on set pieces is something I’ve been missing in my life. She’s crazy. And we need it. Idk whom else is working as hard as her to get a body part on the ball for set pieces. (Can I say it? Can I say I miss Jill Ellis era set pieces?)

Crystal was doing lovely Crystal things. She works super well with Soph and if Soph could have weighted those passes better on the overlaps, oooohhhhhh!! Could’ve been SO good.

Foxy, a commanding debut. She looked v good. Maybe a touch better on crossing but she really just killed it. No other notes needed.

Kelley. Miss Bitch. Miss ‘I Know Exactly the energy you gotta bring to a big tournament’. No joke. Kelley brought tournament vibes onto the field. Her experience is unparalleled and I thought she made good use of her minutes. Her overlaps were good. Her connection with Lindsey and Pinoe was very good. And her crossing was spot on.

Sofia. Not the debut I’m sure she wanted. Usually a great crosser, not great today. Got smoked on the one defensive run needed. It’s a bummer.

Alyssa (uncle). I love her. I trust her. She didn’t have to do much. But I still love her.

And Vlatko gets a section because he confuses me. His game plan always seems so sleepy. The thing about the USWNT is that they used to put on a show. Loud sparkly ruthless bad bitches. And the personnel still has that in them, I KNOW THAT. I just don’t know why that’s not being accessed and unleashed. Which makes me blame coaching. Idk if he’s too nice, too careful, too unwilling to change the expected game plan when the actual game requires something different.

I am just a dumb bitch on the internet, however, if my players are getting pushed and shoved left and right and the ref isn’t calling shit…. I may rethink my idea of putting in my two most fragile (and arguably some of the most important) players in. I am so aware that Rose and Pinoe needed game minutes. Especially before the Netherlands. So I’ll let it slide this time lol. But the energy of that game - the ref letting all the physicality, pushing and tackling slide? That’s a… oh, maybe I put a Kristie and a Sonnett in and get them to put on their enforcer pants and change the flow of this game.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOOO It’s the French air subconsciously affecting you…ok but once you added a bit of description in bfb I was able to put a more accurate face to the name but I’d have to like reset myself each time the name Aoyama popped up HAHAHA I think what I was imagining was much closer to kusakabe I think I imagined an even more npc-ish hair style like just your average bowl..? But not atrociously cut like ego/baby Otoya if ykwim

Yesss ok you definitely hit the mark on that vibe!! Yeah I’m imagining some really exaggerate Disney like scenario when I think of inaccurately represented siblings LMAO

LMFAOOO y/n catching him mid-fit change which ends up having the opposite effect because now instead of wearing something more presentable he’s wearing basically nothing I can def see him doing both LOL or alternatively it’s both and he thinks he should change but y/n rings in too quick and he can’t decide what to wear and just says “nah wtv this is fine”

OOOO yeah manifesting MUCH more Karasu art soon!! Surely there’s bound to be some sort of promo art that’ll work…

Ugh he’s just THE man but OOO yeah I kinda had a feeling LOL the tiktok inspo is so real I mean if you ever want more thoughts I’ll never say no to a Karasu brainstorm but I think your inbox is flooded with my ideas atp LMAOO

LMAOOO I love crack I feel like smaus always have a hint of crack in them at least so I’m so for it….i just scrolled by your post and omg I feel so special hehe <3 Time to go read now!! o7

Also WAITT YOURE SO RIGHT ABOUT NESS?? The way that ik exactly what your talking about omg that poor charmander though but the way it was so loyal to its original trainer and wanted to stay with him so bad it’s fr sm like ness being dumped by Kaiser rn shshsjhshs I feel you thought bc tbh I also don’t really care for ness I definitely felt more for the charmander than him LMFAO

- Karasu anon

HAHAH i feel like he’s just very basic LMAO i bet he was so insecure when tabito grew up to be way way better looking than him…lowkey i can’t even blame him for feeling bad towards the end of the relationship JFDKDJ like imagine you’re kinda plain but a nice guy overall and you’re dating the girl of your dreams and everything is chill 🤩 but then one day you meet the boy she considers her “little brother” and not only is he very obviously in love with, her he’s the star of a famous soccer club’s youth team, he’s super smart/good at school, and as if all of that isn’t enough, he’s very obviously incredibly tall and handsome 😭 if it were me i’d crash out fr

IT’S LITERALLY EITHER DISNEY-ESQUE SIBLINGS OR AZULA AND ZUKO FROM ATLA 😭 yayoi and tabito/seiko and eita putting in the WORK to properly represent sibling dynamics 😩

HAHAHA he has all of his outfits laid out on the bed and he’s like “hmm what should i wear” and he starts trying them on and gets carried away picking the perfect outfit so that by the time y/n gets there he’s still undecided so he’s like “ok boxers it is!!”

placing my trust in the epinagi artist tbh 😓 he’s much more relevant there than the main manga (unless?? he does smth relevant in bm vs pxg perhaps??) so maybe they’ll come out with smth of his in the next chapter that’s header worthy…we can only hope

THEEEE MAN OF ALL TIME FKFHDJS it’s inexplicable rlly…also every time i see a panel of him from epinagi i scream anew because he’s just so so gorgeous AHDHDHSJ i will def lyk if i need some ideas to kickstart my thinking ☝🏻 i am very picky when coming up with plots for longfics though because i refuse to even write them without having a satisfying ending in mind first so it becomes a very annoying process that i don’t want to subject you to 😔 i do think i have a title in mind already though!! which is how yk it’s serious…

AWW you’re my tumblr bestie hehe and YES smaus are always ridiculous but so fun i even read them for characters i’m not super into!! crack in general is just so entertaining…as much as i am an angst lover it’s fun to throw some crack into the mix every now and again

idk why but ness is just someone i’m kinda unaffected by?? maybe because the bllk cast is so so big and i’m reaching my threshold of how many characters i can care abt at once…however i should be careful saying that because next thing you know i’ll be writing a ness fic or smth 😰 but YESSS THE CHARMANDER HAD ME TEARING UP AS A KID pls i was so sad abt it…the whole ash and charmander -> charizard dynamic too was hilarious 😭 so many fond memories of the pokémon anime (me having a crush on brock af…also why is brock lowkey just a barou x otoya love child LMAOAAO)

[usertoxicyaoi]

sarawat and tine going on a picnic date together. sarawat making a flower crown for tine. sarawat placing it on tine. sarawat taking candid pictures of tine in his handmade flower crown as tine's cheeks tint in blush pink from the love and attention but he has the softest smile on his face. them both spending the entire afternoon lazing around and it smells of fresh sweet spring grass. the sun's warm on their skin. sarawat will sometimes kick a ball around and at other times strum his guitar and tine will look so lovingly at sarawat in those moments because not only is his boyfriend skilled, but that that's his boyfriend, and he can get to see him like this, so relaxed and raw and unguarded and in his element, at anytime. tine feels like there's not much (more) he can give to sarawat, because sarawat has everything, but he knows that sarawat craves for tine's love, for him. and tine's got so much of it, so so much love inside him, but he just didn't have the right one to give it to. until now. so he'll place soft little kisses that tickle like a feather at first on sarawat's skin, but then get deeper. and the contented sighs spilling from sarawat's mouth and the way his ears are turning a deep rosy red are both a response and confirmation enough for tine.

they could spend their days like this, tine running his fingers through sarawat's hair as he sees sarawat doze off on his lap. just like this.

[boyfhee]

𐀔 RED STRINGS OF REWIND | n. riki

PRECIS. you and riki meet again, and again, and again, before you run away from him, only for fate to intertwine your paths, and start from zero, all over again. ( 6.75k )

GENRE. vampire ! riki, mystery, thriller, angst

WARNINGS. mentions of blood, hospitals, murder & deaths, depiction of potentially obsessive behaviour, multiple semi-graphic to graphic descriptions of self-harm, reader is kinda sick in the head both literally and metaphorically, riki is psychotic & he isn't actually a vampire or could be one tbh it depends upon your interpretation, transitions from past to present

NOTE. my cue to dip for next few weeks yawl <3 BTW IM SO PROUD OF THE HEADER BUT TUMBLR RUINED IT AND IT LOOKS WEIRD ON PHONE </3 big thanks to sai ( @jungwonize ) for helping me figure out the characteristics of a vampire pls that legit solved half my issues with this fic and also beta-ing this fr he's so <3 if you don't understand what's happening, i recommend you to read the whole thing because that's the only way for this to make sense. see y'all in a few weeks, happy reading <3

the first time you ran away from riki was when you were five. it was a pleasant day and you were enjoying your evening in the playground downstreet, playing catch with other kids around. an escape wasn’t necessary but you had accidently hurt riki while helping him speed up on the swings. that was the first time you had seen the boy shed tears. ultimately, being the last ones remaining, you saw the sun disappear behind the horizon as his sobs increased, the sand turning red due to blood. at that moment, all you could think of was to run; and so you did.

consequently, you started avoiding him at school. despite being just a kindergarten student, you had a keen eye, always looking out for things that could affect you negatively. perhaps, riki made it to that list, and you found yourself noting his every move. you had your eyes on every breath he took, every action, every word. you sat at the bench farthest from his seat in class, yet still your eyes didn’t leave his sight even for a second. you started lying whenever his mother called your mom, saying she was sleeping or simply, not home. you lied about the parents-teacher meeting being cancelled in case your teacher brings up the events from what happened at the park a few days ago.

the same went on for days, weeks even. you saw the everlasting friendship between riki’s and your mom turn shallow, hanging by a thread, on the verge of breaking. you didn’t mean it. the damage, you didn’t want this to turn into something big. your mom has known his mother since her college. being the top students and the best friends they were, they decided to live in the neighbourhood after the death of their husbands. your father died in a car accident. as for riki, from what you recall, his father never existed in the first place.

maybe the gods were on your side because soon after, your mother was fired from her job and luckily enough, your uncle helped her secure a job in the capital. it was nice, living two thousand one hundred and fifty two kilometres away from him, in tokyo, it felt good. you could finally breathe in relief. maybe, you feel bad for your mom since she had to leave her friends. perhaps, a part of you is upset since you had to leave your friends; though, if you had the chance, you would do it all over again.

you wanted to live peacefully. you don’t want people to blame for what happened. you didn't want to be the reason behind the dark blood stained patch on the sand that made the kids shake in fear in the dead of the night.

the second time you ran away from riki was in highschool. it was unbelievable, having him this close to you. you thought you left him behind, in okinawa, however on the first day of highschool, you had him standing in front of you, and you felt your heart sink into a never ending pit of horror. an escape wasn't planned but it was the only way left when he tried to strike a conversation with you. you both were alone in the dance room, a smile plastered on his face as he recalled the events you buried in the past. you felt your heartbeat accelerate, and your first instinct was to run; and so you did.

you spent that day in the cubicle, crying and fighting your anxiety attack. a couple few knocks on the door made their way to you but you didn't respond, knowing you're better off alone.

it felt horrifying to have your past come back to you. having riki standing in front of you was like a nightmare come true. you had noticed the scar of his forehead; reminding you of everything you buried deep, making sure no one would know about it. you wouldn't say you never expected to see him again. your grandparents live on okinawa and every time you visit them, a part of you anticipated seeing the boy somewhere around. it wasn't scary, really, for you don't live in okinawa and riki doesn't know where you live.

things were perfect, better than you had planned initially, since never once did you come across riki in okinawa. you even visited his house, asking neighbours about him and his family. someone said his father came and the family moved to germany with him. however, you knew that was a lie. your mother might've said that his father passed away when he was three, but you know he never had a father in the first place.

so, eleven years later, seeing him all the way in tokyo, attending the same school as you, it was like seeing death on your door. as if the reaper is at your doorstep, asking for your soul. however, your perfect highschool life turned into a pit of hell when the incident you've been hiding resurfaced again and this time, on a public stage.

‘how did you get your scar?’ a student had asked him, and you froze in your seat. the greater gods weren’t on your side since in the second half of second year, riki transferred to your class. you don’t know how that happened— or if it’s even allowed— he just did, and sat right behind you as you felt the situation grip out of your hands day by day. you expected him to disclose the intels to everyone the way he stared into your back. your heart skipped beats whenever his hand brushed past your back, or when he randomly grew a habit to play with your hair in the middle of science lessons. you didn’t think riki had any intentions of ruining things for you; that is, until that question was brought up during self study class.

you heard him shift his eyes on you as he smiled at the question. ‘ah, it’s a long story.’ he had responded. your grip around the pen in your hand tightened. suddenly, geometry was long forgotten and all you could focus on were the words leaving his mouth. ‘i was playing in a park with a friend,’ he continued, and you gripped the measuring compass, pressing its needle into the desk as your pulse surged up. ‘and got injured. the friend, however,’ you felt his gaze settling on your back once again, goosebumps rising at the sudden eerie change in the air. you lifted the divider off the desk, your right hand fisted up so tightly that you felt your nails leave marks on your palm. ‘what about the friend?’ the student asks, and oh how you wished you could wipe them off their curiosity forever.

sitting and letting him continue would be a mistake, like digging your own grave and waiting for someone to bury you. you couldn’t tell him to stop because that’d be no better than showing up at death’s door. ‘the friend, well,’ you felt him digging holes on your back by the way he’s staring at you. you felt him smirking through his words and sitting would be a mistake, so you took the measuring device and pierced through your wrist, making a deep wound that stained your shirt red, the same way riki’s blood stained the sand.

the students gasped, teachers rushed in, you were escorted to the infirmary. no one questioned about the injury, why or how it happened. their questions concerned your wellbeing and nothing else. their eyes were on you while yours were on riki, who waved at you with a smile before turning his attention towards the blood splatter on your desk like a moondrunk monster. that was the third time you ran from riki. an escape was vital and your first instinct was to get away from him; and so you did.

you didn't attend school after that.

the first few days were off as an excuse for your injury. you deliberately went for your dominant hand, knowing it would offer greater impact than any other part. it was a sporadic decision, yet proven to be worth the pain. you had your friends drop notes at your house, occasionally checking up on you as well. but as your hand got better, the reasons to stay home narrowed to a few numbers, ones that you can count on your fingers. so, burdened by the need of the hour, you prepared another plan.

attending school after three weeks would've been amazing if your brother hadn't called the local suicide hotline. it was six-thirty in the morning, you were in your room while your mom had sent your brother to call you for breakfast, only for him to find on your bathroom tiles, all red and pale from the blood loss from your previously injured wrist. you hated him for calling the suicide hotline. it was a wasted move, but you couldn't blame him when he made things easier for you.

news spreads fast, and gossip spreads faster. the details about you were headlines, if anything. while your teachers worried about you for taking such destructive measures, a few of your friends started suspecting that you had gone crazy. one of them saw you stab your own wrist, other heard you mumbling to yourself. you were also spotted staring at riki with your gaze bearing daggers against his neck. an anonymous post from a kindergarten classmate claimed you to be 'obsessive,' briefing about how you used to stare at riki all day, like a predator eyes their prey.

in just two months, the tables turned and you became the 'creepy' one amongst them. soon after, you stopped having visitors. while you declined some of their visits, others stopped caring about you, as if you would come for them next. your days started feeling longer than usual as your stay at the hospital increased. from psychic ward to er and from er to psychic ward, those were your only two destinations for the next few months. bottles of pills and syrups awaited for you thrice a day as the excessive test procedures became your only companion in the house of dead.

you had spent nights laughing and crying about your poor condition. you didn't think you would ever end up this way, between machines and syringes, taking pills as if they constituted a major part of your meals. it was pathetic, almost shameful. you were tired of running. you changed cities to escape riki. now, you're holding death's hand to save yourself from the same boy you thought you had left behind. you had considered quitting altogether at some point. you remember cutting your wrist right above a major artery, making it deep enough to drench the sleeves of your white hospital gown. you expected it to be the last time you would see your mother. however, you woke up amongst tubes and bandages the next morning, feeling weaker than ever.

your eyes fell upon your mother's pale figure, noticing how thin she had gotten since the last time you saw her. a nurse informed you that you had woken up after four days and your mother didn't even drink enough water during that period. that day, for the very first time in years, you wondered about how this might be affecting her.

suddenly, this game about life and death made no sense. running from riki seemed illogical. staying in the four walls of your hospital room started making you feel suffocated. watching your mother fight for your life day and night made you question your ways for the very first time. for the first time, you wondered if what you had been doing was right. you were ready to quit your act, deciding to change your ways, just for your mother, but that was until riki's name showed up on your mother's phone one night. a look at the call log signified that she had been in touch with riki all along, taking almost every day, texting even.

it felt unreal, like a betrayal. sure, your mother doesn’t know a thing about what you had been planning for years, but riki, of all people, it felt like living with a knife up your throat, and you realised that staying with your mother would be an open invitation to let riki into your life again. so, you decided to run again.

2 : 49 am — you had it planned. you left your room eleven minutes before three in the morning, knowing damn well that your mother would have the best sleep of her life with those five pills of temazepam you had managed to get your hands on after the doctor prescribed her a stronger medication for insomnia. somewhere inside, maybe, you felt guilty for deceiving your mother; or more like, overdosing her with sedatives to execute your escape plan. but none of it seemed to stagger you when the thoughts about your mother keeping in touch with riki flooded your mind.

echoing footsteps with moonlight illuminating the empty corridors, it was too late before you realised that you ran in all the wrong directions, trying not to bump into any hospital staff. you had seen it in the movies, but mortuaries always felt creepier than they make it to be in fictions. there’s an eerie glow in the air, one you can’t see but feel as fear crawls up your skin. you ran your fingers over the ice cold walls, strolling through the empty floor, finding your way out. despite the sinister flow in the air, your heart felt at ease, unlike your thoughts running at a thousand miles per second.

you drag yourself towards the elevator, legs almost giving up from the fatigue stacking up inside of you, the lack of food finally surfacing as your blood adorned fingers leave their imprints on the white walls. you were so busy escaping that you didn’t realise when the dressing on your wrist loosened, consequently making the blood drip down your hands everywhere you go. the elevator chimed, marking someone’s arrival, and before you could process the situation, his name fell off your lips.

‘riki—’ you had whispered in fear, stepping away from him as his feet ascended towards you. there was a smile on his face. not that you could see it, for he was looking at the floor, but you heard his faint chuckle spin into the air. ‘you shouldn’t leave any hints if you’re trying to escape,’ he had answered, wiping off a speckle of blood from his lips as his vision sharpened at the sight of the blood streaming down your hand. his antics were beyond your comprehension. maybe, he was the crazier one between the two of you. he called your name, voice pitched low as your breath hitched. another step towards you and you were running away with tears brimming your eyes.

the escape was impromptu, but equally necessary. your sense of direction dissipated as tears blurred your vision, heartbeat pacing up as you heard his footsteps echoing closely behind you. at that moment, you wondered if running away from him for the first time was the right choice. you could’ve helped him reach his home— which was just a few blocks away from yours— maybe, could have explained the whole situation to his mother and owned up to your mistakes. at that moment, the seventeen-year-old you pitied the five year old yn for the direction your life would proceed in after that innocent incident. and again, you could’ve helped him— could’ve— but you chose not to, for the five year old you were petrified at the sight of the boy looking at his own blood lusciously.

a striking pain surged up your ankles, and you found yourself rolling down the stairs; and if you recall correctly, you had screamed. it was more of a shriek, or a shout for help, one that alerted the couple few staff monitoring the mortuary. their muffled voices reached your ears as the pain emerging from your head seemed to nullify all your senses. you don’t remember a lot from that day, except him, or the way he stared at you with a frown sitting on his face as the nurses put you on the stretcher, a frown that morphed into a menacing smile soon before as your mind gave up on keeping you conscious.

which leads to the present day— in nagoya, where you’re living with your mother— surprisingly — doing quite well at twenty-seven, working as a lawyer at a local law firm. there are days when you look in the mirror, letting your eyes fall over all the scars you have given yourself. you let your mind trace over all the dreaded memories from the past, wondering how you made it out. it was quite funny, actually, resorting to death to escape it.

you haven't heard from riki in the past ten years. not that you want to, but he didn't try to contact your mother like he used to. he's just a sweet little kid in your mother's heart who stopped calling her one day. he's just a figment of her memory, or like a wild nightmare for you. you had heard from your mother that riki's mom passed away a few months after he started attending highschool, and that she sent him money every month to support him.

she's upset, but you're glad he's gone. you're thankful to the deities for finally putting him out of your life. your life feels easier. the incident from your childhood no longer sends chills down your spine. your mother looks healthier, you don't walk on eggshells anymore. occasionally, you wake up in the middle of the night, hyperventilating, whenever an incident from the past slips into your mind as a dream, but it’s fine. you have medications for them. you take medicines for anxiety attacks, for migraines, insomnia, and a lot more, honestly. your problems haven’t disappeared. they’re still there, actively being the reason for the tear stains on your pillow. they are still here, inside your mind, or beside you, walking hand in hand to remind you that you aren’t perfect— you never were. despite your perfect grades and physique, you struggle to remember things. you take antidepressants to continue with your profession. it was a fight, a war, maybe; it still is, and will continue to be one, but it feels nice to live this way, as if the universe has offered you a second chance at life. maybe, it was all worth the risk, worth enough for you to do it all over again.

“you’re zoning out again,” a familiar voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and it belongs to jay. his soft laughter spins into the air, mixing with the fragrant vanilla and cinnamon filling the cafe’s atmosphere with its magic. it feels nice to live this way because you have jay.

you had met him in college when you got lost on the campus. it was your second day, after all, and the locked rooms along with the lack of lighting on the deranged floor reminded you of the hospital. you were close to breaking down when you heard footsteps approaching you, accompanied with a concerned voice. that day, he didn’t leave your side even after classes, making sure to drop you home before continuing on the way to his’.

jay is a nice guy. yeah, he teases you a lot, points out your horrible sense of direction in front of your other colleagues, makes fun of the way you whine every time you have to work past the destined working hours, but it’s fine. he helps you whenever possible, has reserved his weekends for you unless work stacks up his desks. he feels like the highschool friend you wanted to have, like the person you would’ve had a crush on in school if he helped you with your assignments. in short, jay is nice, and even being twenty-seven year old with several never-ending issues didn’t stop you from falling for him.

“ah, by the way,” he speaks up again, gaining each and every ounce of your attention. “i won’t be able to drive you home today.”

“it’s fine. i can go by myself." those are the words you tell, however, a part of you feels upset since you planned on asking him for dinner. "honestly, i don’t know why you drive me home when i live just fifteen minutes away.”

“maybe because your directional sense is basically non-existent?” he mocks and you both step out of the cafe, your steps following him to his car. “still, take care. you know that killer is still out there, right?”

“of course,” a pause. you wonder if jay has something to say— and you swear you're not letting your hopes escalate higher than they already are. over the years, you have learnt to wish for the best and that's all you're trying to do right now.

“do you also think he's a vampire?” he asks, referring to the person the team had indicted this morning.

the question leaves you astonished. one wouldn't expect him to bring up a case that isn't his. jay has his habits— a fixed schedule, appointment limits, minding his own business— there are more. so, having him strike a conversation about something that didn't concern him was new. "what?”

“i don’t believe in vampires and all, but have you seen the fang imprints on the victims’ neck? it seems plausible, no matter how much i try to overlook it.” no, really, as an attorney, you could only think of how obscene this all sounds. you have heard about the rumours, they say the culprit is actually a vampire so hunts every wednesday, sucking people off their blood and leaving them to die, thus earning the notorious name; the vampire killer.

at the age of four, riki told you about vampires. he asked you if you knew what they were, and you responded with the classic definition that any other four year-old would've given. 'bad people who drink blood and are scared of the sun' with an uninterested grimace. your brows furrowed as you saw a sour expression settle in his face. that's when he told you another fact about vampires— they have a set target, and they chase it until it's theirs, no matter how long it takes.

you don't recall if he added anything else, not that you understand his words either, but the smirk on his face told you that riki liked vampires, probably a lot more than anyone else did.

“even if he is, they can’t say that in court,” and to be very honest, you don't want to involve yourself in a case that isn't yours either. it simply isn't worth the time. sure, the rumours going around may fuel everyone's curiosity, but not yours.

he sighs, getting into his car before rolling down the windows. “see you tomorrow. let me know if you get lost on your way home,”

“i will,” you affirm with a laugh, watching him drive away as you proceed to your walk back home.

the last time you represented a murder case was ten months ago, never again. you had a hard time dealing with everything. every mention of dead bodies reminded you of him. but you knew it was all your imagination, for riki was never a serial killer. he was just a boy, though with unusual habits, but still just a boy you had known long ago.

yet you still had your suspicion. you spent days wondering if he's schizophrenic or something along those lines, or if psychosis got the best of him. a clearer look into his condition led you to haemophilia— obsession with blood— which is fine, really, not everyone is the same. people are born different, with distinct characteristics. riki happened to be one of the very few; and honestly, he was never the one to fit the crowd.

you halt in the middle of the streets, interrupted by a call that displays 'prosecutor jung' on your phone screen. “hello?”

"attorney yn, you're required to report at the prosecution office urgently."

"right now?" you ask, confused by the sudden request and that too, two hours after your shift is over. "i'm almost home."

"we have, uh, a few things to discuss about the vampire killer case with you. please report as soon as possible."

and the next second, you hear silence devouring the other side of the line. you sigh, texting your mom that you'd be late so she doesn't have to stay up. call it overthinking or parental care, but even at twenty-seven, your mom looks after you like a five year old. you've had your aunts tell you to move out but honestly, you're having a good time living with your mother. it's better than living alone, given your health conditions.

resultantly, you make your way back to the law firm. this time, with a butter face. the extra working hours don't affect you anymore. you've done that a lot and it's a part of job responsibilities at this point. what's has your attention is the topic of concern, the vampire killer, a case you aren't associated with in any way. you haven't even read all the articles they had published regarding the case, and even if you had, you aren't sure if you would change your mind about the case being an utter idiocy.

you arrive at the firm, taking the elevator to the main prosecution office situated on the fourth floor. the building feels lonelier at night, especially with just a few people working in their cabins as even the quietest of sounds fills in the eerie silence. lifts and hallways always remind of the hospital and everything that had happened there. your skin runs cold whenever you find yourself in an alone hallway at night as the urge to run away tries to conquer your mind.

you have learnt to pay it no mind, though, just like now, as you walk up the empty halls while humming a song to put your mind at ease finally arriving at the designed venue.

"attorney yn," she shoots you an exhausted smile, the fatigue evident on her face. "thank you for coming."

you didn’t want to, actually; she forced you to come. and her being your senior, you had to follow her orders no matter how much you loathe it. "it's alright. what did you want to talk about?"

"yes," she turns around to grab a few documents off her desk before turning back to you. "we've been trying to question our prime suspect. however, he refuses to say anything without a lawyer. here are the files—"

"wait," you interject her words, cutting her off mid sentence. "why me? i mean, i'm not a criminal lawyer."

"we'll, you were requested by the suspect." she explains, her words making you freeze in your stance. "he claims to know you and wouldn't accept any other attorney."

you don't ask further questions, or rather, are not allowed to as mrs. jung and her team escorts you to the questioning room. she assures you that you only have to ask a few questions and after that, their lawyer would take over, but honestly, that's none of your concerns at the moment.

you don’t even know the name of the person indicted. they prefer not disclosing it. you haven’t even seen him because of your sheer indifference towards the case. you don’t know anything except that, his victims die of anaemia. you’ve had your suspicion— it’s him— and you’d be lying if you say you didn’t sleep for days when the news broke out. the truth is, you never recovered from the trauma. you claim to have forgotten the boy you used to play for hours with. you say his name doesn’t affect you anymore. however, the mere news about the blood-thirsty killer in the neighbourhood was a spark to your fears, gradually igniting it, and now it burns like a forest.

amidst all, you find yourself standing before the questioning room, ready to go in, and you have your one thing clear : this isn’t about riki. but that’s just something you’re convincing yourself to believe in for your sake.

you open the door, stepping in, eyes wide open at the sight of complete emptiness in the room, except one police official standing in a corner. you sigh in relief, taking a seat, maybe you weren’t just ready to face the suspect; or perhaps, you simply didn’t want to. the officer informs you that the person you’re about to would be back shortly, for he has gone to the washroom. in the meantime, you decide to look through the intels regarding the case, provided in a file handed over by the prosecutor in charge. there’s no picture— or maybe they didn’t add one— which is odd. there are blank spaces all over the pages with very few details written along the lines : suspect is in his late twenties, unemployed, lives alone, is conjectured to be suffering from renfield’s syndrome— those words leave a bitter taste on your tongue.

you don’t know much about that term. actually, scratch that, you don’t know anything about it at all. you don’t think the team handling the case does either, for there’s only scarce information present in the documents given to—

“it’s been a while, yn.” your breath hitches, heart skipping a few beats before beating restlessly. shivers shoot down your spine as your grip around the papers tightens, crumbling their corners. “we meet again.”

it’s him, you know it, it is him, nishimura riki— you know. he hasn’t changed much. riki still has his devilish eyes beholding a sinister glow. the menacing smirk still adorns his face like diamond jewellery. it has been ten years but the way your name rolls off his tongue still makes your skin crawl, giving you chills as all those memories flood back inside your mind. there’s a pen in your pocket, and you wonder if running away is still an option. you bite the inside of your bottom lips, tapping your foot nervously on the granite floor as the taste of iron conquers your mouth. a part of you wonders how riki would react to that. you look at the officer, and then contemplate doing exactly what you did in highschool.

“you can’t run away now.” riki chuckles. it’s more of a taunting laughter, one that reminds you of all the olden times. it’s infuriating and at the same time, is inducing fear inside your veins. you can’t look him in the eyes— you won’t— it’s the same as losing a game at the cost of your life. you take a sharp breath, digging nails into the palm of your hands once again, before his next words manage to seize your attention. “why have you been running from me, yn?”

it’s an innocent question, really, you wonder if the cameras in the room make you seem like a socially incapable person at the moment. “i’m in a hurry so let’s make this quick—”

“tell him to go out.” you flinch at his words, you always do. there’s nothing in the world that makes you shake in fear as much as riki’s presence. you look at the officer, and then at riki— his lips, because you don’t want to look into his eyes ever again. his words ring inside your head while you consider his request. “you’re taking a lot of time for someone who’s in a hurry, yn.”

you want him to stop calling your name. it’s not appropriate, quite literally, because you’re no longer friends. you’re his attorney and he’s your client, you want to create a line between, though, you dare not to. you look at the officer, gesturing to him to leave as he hesitates for a brief second before stepping out of the room. your instincts are telling you that it was a wrong move, for being alone with riki is equivalent to standing at gunpoint where the trigger pulls when the timer goes off.

“alright, let’s star— let me just—”

“my god, yn, you’re shaking.” he cuts you off, making your fingers wince at his voice. your gaze falls upon the floor, blinking nervously as you bite the inside of your cheeks, making your blood hold the only taste in your mouth. your eyes follow his actions as he stands up from his seat, the metal chair sliding against the floor, making you wince again, taking a sharp breath as he crouches in front of you. “are you scared?”

his voice is no louder than a whisper, but it resonates like a loud thud against your ears. as if someone is screaming in your ears. irritability surges inside of you as you start pricking the skin alongside your nails obsessively, glancing into the camera, waiting for someone to arrive and help you get out of this. the silence in the room trails on your skin, eating you out, before you decide to take the matter in your own hands.

you stand up, pushing your chair away from him with your legs as you exhale heavily. “please, go back to your seat.” you don’t look at him, actively avoiding his sight by running your gaze all over the room anxiously, but you feel his eyes on you like a burden on your shoulders. there’s a sudden shift in the air as he stands up, dragging his chair just next to yours before taking a seat and waiting for you to continue.

“is this okay?” it’s not, and you hate how you feel as if you’ve lost your ability to speak and counter his actions, simply nodding as you sit apprehensively on your chair. you pick one of the files, frantically going through the pages instead of reading it with proper attention. at this point, the case is the last thing you care about. with a heart pacing unbelievably fast, you feel like you’re going to have a heart attack, while your mind is reciting nothing but chants and prayers for the prosecution team to come inside.

riki’s eyes follow your gaze, watching you as you flip though the documents, sweat covering your forehead. his irises settle upon your hand, the one you had injured deliberately in highschool, and then the scars on your fingers and wrist that you had acquired over the years, finally residing upon a certain word on one of the papers that makes him chortle. “do you know about renfield’s syndrome?”

it’s a question that leaves you perplexed, making you freeze in your stance. “yes— i mean, no, i don’t.”

“it’s clinical vampirism, obsession with drinking blood.” there’s slight amusement in his voice as he inches towards you, whispering those words with a straight face. that’s the first time in years you look into his dreadful eyes. a pause, silence fills in the air between the two of you before he claps abruptly, startling you with his maniacal laughter. "it's crazy, right? people don't want to accept that vampires exist so they make it a medical condition."

your blood runs cold at the sound of his laughter. riki was arrested as the prime suspect for one of the most gruesome cases, yet no remorse has been evident on his face ever since you stepped inside the room. you pay his words no mind— try to—because indulging into his thought process would do more to you than you want done, and is, if anything, unnecessarily time consuming. "what were you doing this thursday?"

you inquire, waiting for his response, but not a word comes out of his mouth. he leans against the chair, playing with the ring on his index finger with a stoic face. your breath fastens again, nervousness creeping in as the silence drowns you inside of it. you're scared of riki's words, but you fear his silence even more. it's like a thousand screams lay unveiled behind his silence, and he looks at you as if you're going to be one of them soon.

"why do you always run away from me, yn?" there's sadness dripping off his words along with unknown beads of guilt. "from the playground, then school. you had always run away from me." he removes his ring, placing it on the table before looking at you with a luscious glint in his eyes, the one you saw that day, in the playground. "it makes me want to chase you even more."

another series of villainous laughter spins in the air as you stand up, rushing towards the door to call for help, only for him to make you trip on the calloused floor with his legs. you think you’re finally connecting the dots. however, you don’t want to accept it. his questions hold no meaning to you since he knows exactly what happened. riki knows you didn’t run away from the playground. you told him to stay while you called someone for help, but you turned around when his sobs stopped, only to see him devouring on his bleeding knee succulently. running away was the only escape for the five year old you, who had witnessed her only friend turn out to be a devillious monster.

you fist up your hands again, wanting the nails to pierce through the skin of your palms. you find yourself in the same situations you used to run from in the past, except, there are no escapes with time. your vision blurs as a single tear rolls down your cheeks while you attempt to stand up again.

"there, there; let me help you," the only sound you're able to perceive is his footsteps approaching you as he locks the door, sliding the key back inside his pocket before crouching in front of you once again. “c’mon yn, stop running away. don’t you think we should catch up after all these years?”

strings of no’s fall off your lips along with the tears streaming down your face as you drag yourself away from him, against the cold floor. you look towards the cctv, praying that someone would report soon. truthfully, they should’ve been outside, checking up on the situation since it has taken so much time. you hear riki sigh before shooting you a pitiful gaze. “you know, the cctv isn’t working.”

and just like that, the last strands of hope you’ve been holding onto breaks as you look into the eyes of the person you’ve been running from all your life. it feels as if the world has stopped with your breath caught up inside your throat. you watch his lips curl into a smirk as he inches closer to you, halting a few inches before your ears, whispering, "no one will come." and before you could react, you felt his fangs pierce through your neck as you feel all your senses died down.

perhaps, your biggest mistake is that you saw a friend in a monster. you had known it all along, his habits, the way you saw his mother drink down his father's blood— all of it; and yet, you wanted to believe riki was different. the truth is that everyone is the same under their varied skin. their true colour surfaces according to the need, making them someone the world never assumes them to be, like the innocent boy you once knew became your worst nightmare. and now, all you could do is wait to die as the excruciating pain makes it harder for you to breathe with every passing second.

and hour flies by, and the door finally unlocks, revealing a gruesome scene mrs. jung— blood splatters on the floor and on the wall, scratches on riki's faces, signifying that you had tried to fight, although ending up losing terribly. your pale blue body catches her attention, especially your lifeless eyes that still stare at with disappointment and shock. riki stands up in a daze, handing her his blood-drenched handkerchief. "her mother is next."

taglist in the rbs.

[someluzer]

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thank you @leavemetoplaythesims for tagging me!! 😎

why did you choose your url?

- blame teen me for that one hehe

how long have you been in tumblr?

- for two years in simblr but technically ive been using it since 2016-ish.

do you have a queue tag?

- nope

why did you start your blog in the first place?

- actually its because of a few simblrs (mostly edits) that made me want to start sharing my posts here

why did you choose your icon/pfp?

- for the aesthetic

why did you choose your header?

- i dont have one anymore but back when i use to have one, same reason as the previous question lol

whats your post with the most notes?

- i think its this one

how many mutuals do you have?

- i dont know but i do hope i have at least several of them 

How many followers do you have?

- im currently at 1,496 right now 

How many people do you follow?

- 585 and its never enoughhh 

Have you ever made a shitpost?

- hmmm, maybe?

How often do you use tumblr each day?

- ngl almost everyday aahhh 

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

- nopeee

How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

- tbh irdk how to feel about it sometimes ://

Do you like tag games?

- yess

Do you like ask games?

- havent tried it yet hehe

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

- ngl all of them

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

- ooohhhh maybeeeee hehe 

ill be tagging @orphyd @vvampii @warmpainting @astystole @sonicblooms

[murfeelee]

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(Once again Tumblr deleted my whole effing post....)

Long story short, I’m posting this questionnaire cuz I saw it on my dash and I got nothing better to post--blame RL.

why did you choose your url?

Cuz I’m an uncultured swine who couldn't think of anything clever or creative.

any side blogs?

Almost 10, it’s madness.

how long have you been on tumblr?

2013

do you have a queue tag?

I queue everything, so I don't bother with a tag.

why did you choose your icon/pfp?

She’s Sakura Rain, my first TS3 sim, back when I was obsessed with Tinkerbell and the Pixie Hollow faeries (don’t judge me). She’s my fave berry sim.

why did you choose your header?

It’s a vestige of my old TSR theme/aesthetic.

what’s your post with the most notes?

My TS4 Still Unimpressed Rant, from 2015. I still DGAF about TS4, as EA barely scratches the surface or gives us anything we’ve never seen before. We FINALLY got llamas (they’re technically just reskinned cows, EA, you ain’t slick), but the rest of Cottage Living’s just a retread of TS3 Store stuff with new graphics & animations & half the gameplay (TS4 in a frikkin nutshell TBH).

And eff TS5; I want a TS1/TS2 remake, the same way Final Fantasy 7 and Resident Evil 2 got remade. Watching The Red Plumbob’s meticulous videos hammers home how badly EA’s failed to move FORWARD with this dang franchise, so they might as well go back to the frikkin start. I’m tired.

how many mutuals do you have?

Bunches, and I know for a fact half are inactive.

how many followers do you have?

Too dang many, since I never see most of y’all--unfollow me, and just track the Sims 3 CC tag, or bookmark my Build/Buy CC page & CAS CC Page. I keep telling y’all you don't need to follow me to find my CC, and I still get people showing up on my front lawn.

how many people do you follow?

Tons--simblrs, fandoms, art, trivia, fashion, etc.

have you ever made a shitpost?

Nah, I’m a ranter. I’m liable to go off on just about anything, but EA especially.

how often do you use tumblr each day?

I’m super sporadic. I’m most active on the weekends, when I try to catch up with tracked tags, messages, etc.

did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Omg right after I posted that TS4 Unimpressed Rant I got this heated--and I mean H E A T E D--message, with some salty AF EA employee nonnie cussing me from A to Z. I clearly struck a nerve. XD #EAYouSuck

how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

I reblog whatever I want. I try to keep most stuff off main though, and put it on my personal blog.

do you like tag games?

I hate thinking of people to tag; it’s so stressful. Cuz I’ll inevitably forget someone, then I feel bad for leaving people out.

do you like ask games?

Y’all know I jump on these things even when no one’s tagged me, LOL.

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Who frikkin knows; people come and go.

I tag anyone!

[natolesims]

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Tagged by @someone-elsa! Please don't eliminate Lola, let her eliminate herself ;w;

Why did you choose your url?

There is a hot, sweet beverage in my country called atole. We mostly drink it as a traditional breakfast thingy (sometimes with other food) because it is a bit heavy, yummy and fulling (?). People call me Nat for short (my name is Natalia) and one friend at my university thought it was funny to call me N-atole because he saw me drinking a chocolate atole cup :D I've been using that nickname for my internet / gaming persona since then. In this case, I added the "sims" into it lol.

Any side blogs? If you have them name them and why you have them.

I made an art side blog, but it's empty xD I tried to share my art on instagram and had a reaaally bad time, so I thought I would migrate to tumblr. I'm still scared of media so I haven't uploaded anything... and don't know if I will tbh

How long have you been on tumblr?

On tumblr? I think since 2010, but I reblogged everything I thought it was pretty. I accidentally deleted my account, so I rejoined with this simblr exactly one year ago.

Do you have a queue tag?

Nah, I draft everything and post it manually. I queue individual posts when I know I won't be online.

Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I was hoarding a lot of gameplay screenshots and wanted to put them in good use! I discovered storytelling and gameplay simblrs when I was downloading cc and thought "why not make one myself?"

Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It's my simself doing funny paranoid faces, the same ones I regularly make irl, hehe. I've been wanting to go back to a floating head of one of my main sims, but I can't decide who...

Why did you choose your header?

I liked the poppy field gif no big reason there

What’s your post with the most notes?

This one, with 212 notes! I didn't give a lot of attention to it when I posted my villain but when I saw the notes coming I was a living surprised pikachu meme

How many mutuals do you have?

I have no idea! But not that much, I think. A handful, maybe? I'm guessing like 30 (that I regularly interact with)? How do you even check that .-.

How many followers do you have?

578

How many people do you follow?

166

Have you ever made a shitpost?

Not sure what it is, so maybe I have?

How often do you use tumblr each day?

When I have free time, in the mornings and before I go to bed. When I'm tired, busy or mentally fried, I don't check social media at all. I blame it on my asocial character o3o

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

Uh, not quite. I've got some random hateful anons I answered publicly (one racist, another... just salty?), but I didn't argue back. Just tried to laugh it off.

How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

I read them and try to be as informed as possible, but I'm trying to keep my simblr as a clean, mental safe space for me. I don't reblog anything non-sims related into my acc, whatever it is.

Do you like tag games?

Yeah! But I answer late or forget easily about stuff ;w; I suck at them

Do you like ask games?

Also yes! I love them! But sometimes I get too paranoid and shy about sending those, too. I'm trying to change that.

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Some of them definitely are, but I'm not tagging anything because that would be awkward. For me. Maybe for them too. I don't even interact with some of them because I get intimidated. Ok bye.

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Nah :D

I'll tag @reality-refuge, @ambrosiaicecreem, @pixel-bloom, @ashubii, @dynastiasimss, @goldoradove and @daisydezem!

[doomed-syko]

thank you so much for the tag @carmccannt 🖤💕

1. why did you choose your url?

actually, i don’t really know anymore haha. what i know is that it wasn’t my first url for this blog (the first one was probably tøp related; shame on me) and i do still know what it’s referenced. when i chose this url i was in a pretty heavy bring me the horizon phase (i still am, who am i kidding?) and their song doomed was on repeat for me at that time. the syko comes from oli sykes twitter name, which is @/olobersyko… long explanation i know

2. any sideblogs?

no, not really. i have one url saved but i don’t actually use it, but i’ve thought about maybe making a sideblog

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

tbh? i have no clue. i’ve had this blog for probably two, maybe two and a half years at this point? (the first post i made on here was in february 2019 i’m pretty sure) but i’ve had a blog before this which i deleted at some point (huge fucking regret) so i would say i’ve been on tumblr probably since late 2017/early 2018?? really no clue sorry

4. do you have a queue tag?

probably? i don’t actually use it tho because i always forget lol 😅

5. why did you start this blog in the first place?

to post and read about anything regarding tøp lol, which over the last years turned into me talking about basically anything i’m obsessed with at the moment and posting some of my writing here and there

6. why did you choose your icon?

because i’m very fucking bisexual and very in love with robert keating and anaïs gallagher… i remember when she posted this picture in colour (because it only existed in b&w before) because inhaler twitter lost their goddamn minds lol

7. why did you choose your header?

i quite like a matching layout (i blame twitter) and i didn’t want anything too busy as my header so i opted for the dark burgundy red with my url on it

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

probably just one where i thirsted over sweaty van mccann…

9. how many mutuals do you have?

honestly? idk. i have the tendency to not follow people back for the simple reason that i honestly and truly just forget to do it, oops… so i can’t name and count them all but they probably know who they are and they are very loved by me and all deserve a huge kiss xx

10. how many followers do you have?

253… which first of all: thank you so fucking much, second: why the fuck do you guys follow me 😅 like that’s so many people huh

11. how many people do you follow?

62 ranging from catb related blogs over marvel fic writers to mcr update blogs lol

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

all the time omg. a lot of my tumblr posts are just my last two brain cells fighting to survive while creating dumb memes and making stupid one liners

13. how often do you use tumblr a day?

idk probably between 5 to 10 times a day? it just really depends. there are days i’m rarely on here (for just like a minute before i close the app again and don’t look at it for the rest of the day) and sometimes i can spend hours browsing tumblr… still not as bad as twitter because i just checked and i spend almost 18 hours on there on average this week 💀💀

14. did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

no and i hope it stays that way. i’ve only had good interactions on this hell site so far lol

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

depend on what it’s about in the end of the day. if it’s something that’s very important to me i’ll probably reblog it

16. do you like tag games?

i love LOVE tag games!! especially if it has anything to do with favourite artist or music in general! tag me as much as you want i’ll probably do them even if i did them before (if i don’t forget to do it haha)

17. do you like ask games?

YES SO MUCH!! i rarely get tagged in them but pls keep em coming!!

18. which one of your mutuals is tumblr famous?

i’ve i had to pick one person it would probably be @pacifymebby because i don’t know if she realizes how well known she is outside of tumblr/wattpad but believe me she’s basically carrying catb wattpad/catb fanfic tumblr on her back!! (i’ve had conversations on fucking twitter about this before actually) she has also super kind and has on many occasions complicated my music taste which makes her automatically fucking cool hehe… besides that, i feel like especially on catb tumblr the core people are pretty well known around :)

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

no, not really because i don’t know you all enough and the ones i do know are people i consider very good/close friends!!

this took long but it was very fun (that kinda rhymes lol). i’m tagging: @itwontalwaysbelikethiss @fenderenderender and @pacifymebby (don’t be pressured tho, if you don’t wanna do it that’s totally fine xx)

[m1ckeyb3rry]

The way that you actually searched up what the length of a novel is LMAO but omg…and you exceeded it by 1.6k words too…honestly this is top tier novel content (WAY better than um. Some interesting concepts. That get put out there….!!! I mean no shame ig but from a subjective standpoint I’d like to think so…)

I’m crying the inspo you get from tv shows though is actually really funny even if it is just a more minor detail LMAO no because that random reference had me laughing and cringing…it really brings more depth and engagement to the story though and I love it!

SAMEE ugh when they don’t know their own feelings and have to navigate through them >>>>> LMAOO yeah I don’t blame you from what I see even without being on like “mhatok” or whatever the fandom is uh….yeah….from what I have seen of the story it’s actually not awful though (you should look up a picture of Aoyama though just for the visual because I fr laughed a bit everytime I saw the name)

Wait you’re so right….we fr need a second egoist bible with more info because iirc that’s where we saw Isagis parents and Bachira’s mom???

Dense y/n is my fav in scenarios like these like DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF LMAOOOO

Otoya in his boxers too made me laugh too like it truly embodies his closeted loser go with the flow personality like that little detail fr just captured his character so well!!

Petition for you to change your header to be Karasu once (not if because surely we will will it into existence) we get a Karasu focused epinagi panel!!

Shshshs YOU GOT THIS!!! In Mira we trust pt. 10…sending inspiration your way LMAO just think about another loser who doesn’t understand what love is…./hj…….maybe listening to more tv osts and tiktok audios will help /j

Omgg enjoy!!! But stay cool SHSHSGS and I hope your nose doesn’t get assaulted any further by any odd odors…..

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO i had to know the truth!! i’ve def written book length stuff before (cough pomegranate ink cough) but 40k is right at the edge so i wasn’t sure if it technically counted or not FJDKJD i guess it does though!! PLSSS baby karasu solos booktok let’s be real /j

i like throwing in references to my obscure favs HAHAH especially that particular show omg i’ve love using lines from it it’s just so funny and nobody knows abt it so it’s like a little easter egg for me 😩 and adding in small stuff like that like you said makes everything just feel more engaging and real!!

HELP MEEE I JUST LOOKED UP AOYAMA FROM MHA I’M CRYING that is baby karasu’s biggest opp right there 😭😭😭 FHDKJD who would pick him over tabito fr 😵‍💫

i’m afraid a second egoist bible would not give us any more canon female characters LMAOO i lowkey think kaneshiro is allergic to women but ykw i honestly don’t mind i’d rather there be no women at all than poorly written ones which get slandered and sexualized by male fans (as we’ve discussed before)

NO LITERALLY WDYM YOU’LL DIE IF HE LEAVES YOU?? WDYM YOU’RE ALWAYS HUGGING HIM AND CLINGING TO HIS ARM?? WDYM YOU DON’T LIKE ANYONE IN THE WORLD AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE HIM?? like she was so so in love with karasu the entire time it was hilarious for her to be like “yeah i just see him as a little brother 🤩” especially because i have a little brother of my own LMAO like that is not how you treat a sibling girl!! tbh i based a lot of tabito and yayoi’s dynamic off of my brother and i’s interactions so hopefully it feels like a realistic sibling dynamic because i can’t even lie sometimes people write siblings so weird and you can tell they’re only children because it just sounds off 😰

OTOYA’S BOXERS >>> no the way he was just wandering through the apartment complex in the boxers during y/n and karasu’s emotional reunion cracked me up because it’s so unserious but so him 😓 he was fr putting in the WORK to get those two together

no because i’m so tempted to make my blog karasu themed but at the same time i love my current theme 😨 which is a surprise because normally i change my theme like once a month 😭 but given how much i love karasu and talk abt him i feel like it might be time to give him the spot of honor especially since nagi had his time as my theme a while ago 🤔

BFISJDSJ i tried listening to songs and audios and whatnot and it just made me think more abt karasu (and also nagi for the few songs i associate only with him) like EVERY song is abt him it’s so bad but i need to lock in and stop thinking abt him for a few hours so i can write for my requests 😩 although i’m seriously considering starting a long fic for him now because as much as i love hollyhock and will not be abandoning mr ninja it’s giving me sm second lead syndrome and karasu isn’t even a second lead or a lead at all he just exists in-verse 😓 i need to write smth extensive and insane for him too!!

[honestlydarkprincess]

🦖

April, my love, my life, mi amor 🥰

You are so fucking talented and with your talent for icons/headers you turned my blog from meh to AYYEEEE

I would travel all the way to Argentina solely for the opportunity to give you a hug but for now I'm going to have to just send you a shit load of emojis !!!!!!!!! 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 <- tbh the apple emoji for hugs seems kind of passive aggressive but im not sure what phone you have dfjksljflks EITHER WAY LOOK I JUST WANT TO HUG YOU FOR AT LEAST 45 MINUTES AND THAT'S HIGH PRAISE BC I DON'T LIKE PHYSICAL TOUCH

this got off track - i blame the jess drinks (what i call what im drinking)

ANYWAY BABY I LOVE YOU OKAY YOU"RE TALENTED AND 10/10 WOULD SMOOCH

send me a 🦖 and i'll compliment you!

[captainpikeachu]

tagged by @sadtrek :)

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1. Why did you choose your URL?

Because Captain Pike is a Pikachu

Here’s photographic evidence:

2. Any sideblogs?

Had some old sideblogs but nothing currently

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

April 26, 2011, a little over 10 years 

4. Do you have a queue tag?

Not really, I’m too erratic to have a queue and if I did I’d probably forget the tag eventually lol

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

No clue, I think I just found out about tumblr existing and joined because I was bored, but looking at some of my earliest posts, I guess I can blame Supernatural and Misha Collins, might have been because of GISHWHES stuff or something for all I know lol

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Because Pride Month, and because I love Dan Espinoza from Lucifer and he deserves better. The icon will probably change sometime next month.

7. Why did you choose your header?

Because it’s the most brilliant fanart of Lemar Hoskins and John Walker as Pokemon trainers, Lemar with his Gardevior and John with his Mimikyu! Lemar and John is an underrated and under-appreciated relationship that I intend to celebrate!

8. Which of your posts has the most notes?

Honestly, I have no clue. I know I have had some posts in the 8K notes level but I can’t remember what any of them are about lol

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I’ve never checked tbh

10. How many followers do you have?

As of this post - 4,717 followers

11. How many people do you follow?

Again, no clue lol

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Maybe?

13. How often do you use Tumblr daily?

It’s just always on in the background

14. Have you ever fought with another blog?

Oh sure, I’ve gotten into a lot of fights over fandom stuff that probably ends up in just blocking them and moving on. Very easy to get over.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Don’t care about them. I can determine for myself what I feel the need to reblog.

16. Do you like tag games?

Sure :)

17. Do you like ask games?

Yup :)

18. Which one of your mutuals is most Tumblr famous?

No idea lol

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Nope

Tags?

Anyone who wants to do this!

[cadence-talle]

DFGHFGJK i got home from school and hadn’t seen your new header and i saw all those asks going “i agree! stan ink! ink is the best!” and i just thought uhhh ok didn’t know lynn drew at all much less drew with ink specifically or that it was her favorite medium but valid i guess and then i saw the header. help im fool fjdksg

HELP FEJFHGSDFGSD 

i was about to be like “i’m a writer, why would all my asks even be talking about drawing ink” but like tbh? that is totally a thing that would happen so i can’t even blame you 

(ink IS super cool though, both the person and the art kind are awesome)

[xbaebsae]

About My Blog

I was tagged (ten thousand years ago) by @shellibisshe​ @joeyhxdson​ @nightwingshero​ @ja-crispea​ @dieguzguz​ and @minilev​ (if someone’s missing blame gmail) Thanks y’all! ♥

 1. Icon: Beautiful art by oliviawildesjawline. I change this sometimes... but not very often :)

2. Content: 99.999999% Far Cry 5 content and the occasional meme or other pretty art reblog. I recently tidied up this shitshow of a blog a little, it used to be very messy because I reblog lots of shit. Sometimes you see me post OC stuff, renders, screenshots or mods.

Tbh I gotta thank FC5 for actually making me want to create things again. Before this game I maybe did one render a year. Ubisoft’s fuck ups regading this game also pushed me into new directions of creativity and learning new things is always great :) Not to mention the group of sweethearts I met and now call my friends ♥ Ya’ll know who you are!

3. Letter color: Grey because it’s determined in the theme I use (i love it with a passion btw...the theme, not grey text lmao)

4. URL: The relic of my koreaboo days, where I really loved this BTS song. Tbh I still dig it and since I have this name on deviantArt and some other places I just called my tumblr the same thing. The x is just there because I had to on dA :’)

5. Header: It used to be a collage of most commission and gifts i got but there are too many to accurately fit so now it’s one of my fav ones (by minilev) ♥.

6. Blog title: Favorite Jacob quote because the way he says that is ......... great ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

tagging (honestly idk who did this already pls don’t shoot me) @red-nightskies​ @shallow-gravy​ @goodboiboomer-fc5​ @fromathelastoveritaserum​