#i don’t care if ur figuring urself out

[ingydar-phan]

Ughh ok this discourse is done pissing my off. If you’re allistic and you have any thoughts about allistic people making autism jokes I’m smashing u with hammers. If u think publically claiming allism and then misusing terms for disabled people is funny I’m smashing u with hammers. If ur one of my mutuals who dmed me thanking me for my input or just a silent mutual who agrees w me, im kissing u all over ur face. Ik this is silly and harsh and not real but im irritated. Im right and if u disagree pls just stay out.

[timbit-robin-art]

just dropping in to say i hope ur having a good day & hope ur taking care of urself esp with how much ur giving us!! ty for blessing us with all ur goobers & beautiful art :]

Hello, thank you very much for the check-in. I also hope your day has been good, and that you’re taking care of yourself. Personally, I’ve been very busy preparing for my upcoming trip, but I’ve been getting my doodles down here and there. It makes me so happy to know that people like my goobers. It helps me try and get over my mental hurdles of finally doing a comic. Here’s a little teaser of what I want to do;

I have been a big fan of comics as a medium the moment I learned how to read. Specifically, comic strips like Calvin and Hobbes (I think my goobers really reflect that Watterson inspires me every time I pick up a pencil… I couldn’t hide it if I tried). I would always draw comics as a kid, and in retrospect, the transition into superhero comics was practically a given. So, let’s hope I finally get something out there. No promises, though. It’s a 50/50.

I hope this idea interests you guys. I’m not sure how posting this comic will work, but I’ll figure it out. I don’t want to make this post too long, so I’ll finish it off by again hoping you’re doing well. Thank you for all your support. Have a good day. Or else.

[judeswhore]

your pregnant but don’t know and your going for dinner at denise’s house with jude and she’s made like a really nice dinner like a sunday roast or stm and your doing something crazy like putting ketchup on your chicken or like something random like that and everyone is like ?! and they ask you why you did that and your like ‘idk felt like it’ and then later yous are all watching a movie and then this scene comes on and it’s not even a sad scene but you notice someone in the background sitting by themselves and your proper bawling crying and everyone again is like ?! and then she’s pulling you off asking you if you could be pregnant and i can’t figure out an ending 😭😭 - 💌 anon

making the most weirdest disgusting combination and then turning to jude all “this is so good” and he’s??? bc wtf?? everyone’s looking at u like you’ve gone mad bc there’s just no way ur actually enjoying that. jude’s muttering something abt how ur disgusting and ur just shrugging bc it really does taste nice. but it’s nothing that makes anyone really think. but then later when ur watching a movie ur again eating some weird food combo made out of the snacks and u make some offhand comment abt how u cant believe how hungry u are rn bc only that morning you’d been feeling weirdly nauseous and again no one’s really thinking anything of it but jude’s mam is definitely a little🤨. then during the film u randomly start crying over a background scene for absolutely no reason and jude’s sitting next to u all “seriously what on earth is the matter with u?“ and ur just shaking ur head still sobbing bc u actually don’t know. excusing urself to go to the bathroom and his mams following u just to check in and ur telling her how ur emotions have been all over the place lately and that u have no idea why, her asking if maybe it’s ur period and then suddenly ur staring at her all😧😧bc ur realising that ur period is actually kinda late and now she’s got this soft smile on her face asking if u could be pregnant and ur half cringing bc u cant believe ur having this conversation w ur boyfriends mother bc now she’s gna know u haven’t been safe. but she’s being all sweet and caring abt it, offering to come with u to buy a test and everything and just making sure u feel okay :(

[foxaftershocks]

Hi!! I just wanna say first that I absolutely adore ur writing :) and I've literally never done this before, tbh, so I'm so sry if I've done anything wrong or smth. :)

But I wanted to suggest maybe a reader thats also an engineer and scientist for the Ghostbusters, who Lars always considered less able than him since reader was quite quiet, and would run their expermients in peace, never rly interacting with people. Until one day reader is talking to lucky or phoebe or smth, and goes off on a tangent when talking abt smth they're working on, and it's a very sudden realisation to him that reader is actually rly knowledgeable, that their intelligence is much greater than he anticipated.

Totally fine if u don't wanna write it, remember to take care of urself!! <3

I always take care of myself <3 you did nothing wrong, a totally perfect request. I hope you like it

You were sitting across the room from Lars, absorbed in your work, headphones on as your head nodded in time to the beat of whatever music you were listening to. He hadn’t heard you arrive that morning. Not an unusual situation. He never heard much from you ever.

You seemed to be so unaware of his gaze on you, watching as your hands moved, fingers typing, adjusting your equipment, writing something down in a notebook. That was something he’d noticed. You kept paper notes.

Insane. Absolutely nuts.

Your head tilted up and he realised he’d been caught watching. His nose wrinkled and he looked back to his own work. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t busy. He had enough to get on with.

There was no reason for you to be there. He kept trying to figure out what it was you did, what you contributed to the lab. You kept to yourself and no one else could tell him what it was you did. You preferred to work alone, and while he could empathise with that as someone who didn’t love working in a team, he did enjoy leading a team of researchers. You’d never agreed to joining him.

He had to assume it’s because you knew you weren’t up to the task.

When he next looked up, you were gone. The workstation was empty and there was nothing to indicate where you’d gone. He couldn’t imagine you were rushing off to tell someone of a great discovery.

You’d never had one before now.

It wasn’t that he felt contempt for you. Surely there was a reason you’d been hired. He just thought everyone should be on his level and you just weren’t. The proof was in the output.

Stretching, arms above his head, he figured it was time for another cup of tea, the one he’d made earlier having gotten cold as he lost himself in his work. Taking the mug, he sauntered towards the small kitchen set up in the back corner.

“So if I can just figure out where the spectrometer has gone then I think I’ll be back on track.”

He paused outside the door. That was your voice. At least, he was pretty sure it was. From the few times he’d heard it he thought it probably was.

There was something there in your voice, not something he’d heard from you before. It was close to excitement. Lingering out of sight, he continued to listen. He certainly wasn’t about to offer the information that he had the spectrometer you were looking for. It would be put to better work in his possession.

“You really think you’ll be able to figure it out?” That would be Lucky. He didn’t realise the two of you talked. Lucky was meant to be his intern, not yours. He didn’t know why it rankled him so much.

“Sure. I mean, Nadeem keeps letting me study him to figure out where the source of his magic is so… I can’t see why I wouldn’t,” you said, “oh but you remember when I hooked him up to the EEG machine?”

“Yeah. You got those weird readings, right?” Lucky prompted.

“Right and I spent hours staring at them trying to work it out. And then inspiration struck. So I thought maybe there was some kind of electrical field going on. Which would be crazy because usually we don’t think the two are linked. But fire conducts electricity and so can humans. So what if the magic is connected to ions? Seems simple, right? Only, the electrical charge usually comes from the gas around the flame rather than the flame itself. So does he actually manipulate the gas? Or, is it this pyrotron subatomic particle we haven’t found yet? I mean, in order to prove that one I have to find quarks in isolation and I think that would rock the science community more than proving the science behind pyrokinesis,” you said, almost all in one breath.

It was easily the most he’d ever heard you say before.

“Because in order to prove that I’d need to show that Nadeem is manipulating pyrotrons with psychic powers, probably through the electric signals in his brain, and making them hit isolated quarks, which don’t exist so… I’m back to looking at electricity in flames because clearly it’s to do with the electrical activity in his brain,” you said, with a sigh at the end.

Lars felt his breath catch. There was so much going on in your brain, so many thoughts, so many theories, and you were investigating something he hadn’t even considered looking at. Maybe that’s why you always worked alone. Your projects were on things no one considered researching. You looked at the world differently.

It was… refreshing.

He’d thought you’d ket silent because you knew you couldn’t keep up with the rest of the scientists. Instead, it looked as if you kept silent because your research was so different from everyone else’s. They were so focused on ghosts. You were trying to understand everything in its entirety.

He felt dumbstruck. Everything he thought he knew was wrong. It wasn’t usual for him and he felt on the backfoot. It was like you’d been lying to him but for that to be true you would have had to have talked to him. This was so much worse. This was him lying to himself.

You were so much smarter than he’d thought and it left him questioning so many things.

Walking through the door, he felt combative, like he wanted to start a fight. Your voice died as he did, eyes widening when you saw him. He offered a tight smile, pouring out the cold tea into the sink. He glanced over his shoulder, finding you turning away.

“I’ll see you later,” you mumbled to Lucky.

You slipped out of the room, not even offering him another look. He scrubbed at the mug, not wanting to bother making another cup, taking his frustration out on it.

“Rough day?” Lucky asked, sliding up to him.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he replied.

“No sweat,” she said, “but maybe don’t glare at people when you enter a room. It sure does clear it.”

He didn’t have a response to that, refusing to be shamed by a teenager. He left the mug on the rack to dry and walked out of the room, lips pursed, trying to work out how to feel about everything. He wasn’t used to feeling stupid and yet that’s where he was. He’d judged you because he never heard you talk. Because you kept to yourself. Because you didn’t feel the need to show off like the others around the lab did.

You were sitting in his sight again, the headphones back in place over your ear, pen tapping your notebook in time with your music. You didn’t even look up when he sat down, staring at you. If he allowed himself to admit it, you were lovely to look at. Even trapped in a world of your own, there was something there that he found pleasing. You were soft, like the worries of the world had never curved your shoulders, and your wide eyed gaze left him feeling like there was no pretence. You had never lied. He’d just been a fool.

He stood, hands already grasping the spectrometer he’d stashed in the storage behind his desk. trying to project confidence, he sauntered over with it. Placing it down in front of you, he waited a moment for you to notice. Your gaze dragged up to him and once again he was struck by how lovely your face was. You were slow to tug he headphones off, leaving them hanging around your neck.

“I heard you were looking for this,” he said.

You looked down at the machine in front of you then back up to him. There was a slight curve to your lips, an almost smile marred with a hint of confusion. Your eyelashes fluttered and you tilted your head down, looking back to the spectrometer.

“Thank you,” you said, voice sweet.

It was a sudden thought that he could probably listen to you talk for hours. Not that he’d ever be offered the chance.

“And uh, if you ever need help or want to talk through anything.” His hand came up, rubbing at the back of his neck. He hadn’t felt this awkward since his university days, “I’m just over there. I don’t know if you know. You seem to keep to yourself. So maybe you don’t want the interruption. But yeah, I’m just over there if you need anything.”

Christ, he was rambling. It wasn’t like you were the first pretty girl he’d ever talked to. He didn’t even have a crush on you. What was wrong with him today?

“I’m sure you’re too busy to help me,” you replied, voice quiet and far more put together than him, “you’re always working on something.”

“Oh,” he said, shoulders deflating. You were being polite but of course you didn’t want his help. Especially when you seemed to be a genius in your own right and more than capable of being brilliant without his input.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the offer. But you’re working on important things and I don’t want to bother you with my stuff. You’re probably working on some new weapon that will save someone’s life or something. My stuff is pretty silly in comparison.” Your head was bowed and he wished he could see the expression in your eyes.

“All science is important,” he said.

“No, I know but you know, my stuff isn’t saving the world like yours so, I don’t want to take time away from that,” you said, voice growing quieter the further along you went.

“I’m always happy to help,” he said, hoping it would be enough.

Your eyes darted up to him and he saw panic there. He took a step back, reeling from the look. He knew he wasn’t always the friendliest guy but this was a not the kind of reaction he ever expected from his words, especially when they were meant to be nice. He took another step back.

“Right, well, I’ll stop bothering you,” he said.

Thrusting his hands in his pockets, he wandered back to his own station, shoulders curved forward, trying to figure out what he’d done wrong. Other than ignore you, he couldn’t think of anything you would know about. It’s not as if his thoughts were broadcast over the tannoy system.

Only he hadn’t really been ignoring you, had he? He’d noticed you enough to form an opinion. He watched you. He’d grown used to your habits. He thought about you. Earlier that day he’d been watching you. There was no way he could pretend like you had been a non-entity in his life.

When he looked up at you again, your head dipped down as if you’re been looking at him just a moment ago. He found a flutter in his stomach, like a butterfly taking flight. The thought of you watching him was pleasing. Unless it was because you were wary of him and felt you had to keep an eye on him.

Finally taking the chance, he went to make himself another cup of tea, if only to try and ease you again. Maybe his presence made you uncomfortable. He didn’t like the thought that he made you uncomfortable.

He decided perhaps to keep his distance for a while.

A few days and he stayed away. He didn’t try to engage you in conversation, allowing himself to watch you when he thought you wouldn’t notice. The more attention he paid, the more he realised exactly how wrong he’d been. You kept to yourself, but you were confident in what you were doing. Something had alighted in him, the flame fanned by your confidence. Someone so capable at science was a turn on. He hadn’t expected that. He should have. But he hadn’t.

And he should have expected to hear you in the kitchen again.

“I just find him really intimidating,” you said, just through the doorway.

“Why?” Lucky laughed.

“He’s so smart and I know you’re going to make fun of me for this, but he’s really handsome. I’ve never been good around smart pretty people,” you said.

He lent closer, wanting to hear more. He didn’t know who you were talking about and the thought someone else in the lab was receiving such compliments made him feel disgruntled.

“Just talk to him,” Lucky said, “he’s not that scary.”

“I can’t,” you whined, “I get all tongue tied around him and he offered to help me and I just… I totally put my foot in it.”

Who else had been offering you help? He would hunt them down and make it clear to stay away from you. Or, no, that would just make you more scared of him. He had to gentle dissuade them from helping you.

“Yeah, trust me, he’s done that plenty of times,” Lucky snorted, “seriously, just talk to him again. Two awkward nerds deserve each other.”

You gave a small chuckle and he could imagine the soft smile on you face, small, underfed, and yet still there.

“I didn’t think he even know I existed,” you eventually said.

“Look, Pinfield is awkward and not always nice. But it sounds like at the very least he’s never outright insulted you. That’s more than Dan over in R&D can say,” Lucky said.

Pinfield. He was Pinfield. You were talking about him.

“Yeah, well, you crush on guys who actually give you the time of day. I crush on the silent guy who’s science is brilliant but who couldn’t be bothered with so much as a hello,” you said.

That wasn’t true, was it? He’d offered you help. And then gone back to not talking to you at all. He’d gone about this all wrong.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t take my frustration out on you,” you said.

“No, you should take it out on him.”

This was met with silence before Lucky’s laughter burst out, loud and long and he could inly imagine the look on your face. Not that he wouldn’t enjoy… He was sure it would be… Well, he was very open to it if the chance arose.

He slipped away to mull over what he’d overheard. He intimidated you. Because you had a crush on him. And you thought he didn’t like you in any way, that he didn’t even notice you.

Yeah, he’d fucked that one up. No one but himself to blame.

He paid attention for when you returned to your work station, across the other side of the room, quiet and focused. And beautiful. How hadn’t he thought that before? Or rather, how hadn’t he noticed it?

He was so caught up in his own assumptions about you he hadn’t taken the time to notice. He cursed his past self for being so caught up in his own ego to notice what was sitting right under his nose.

Steeling himself, he rose and made his way over to you. He loitered across the bench from you. You were still listening to music and hadn’t seemed to notice him. Tapping his finger on your notebook, he tried to get your attention. You looked up, startled, eyes widening when you laid eyes on him.

“I was thinking of going out for lunch and was wondering if you wanted to join me,” he said, trying to sound confident but also approachable. He realised he was treating you like an animal prone to startling.

“Oh, uh, I actually brought lunch today,” you said.

“Maybe tomorrow?” he asked, “I’d love to hear more about your work.”

“Why?” You sounded so bewildered it was almost offensive.

“I don’t know much about what you’ve been working on. Is it so odd I might want to know about it?” he asked.

“You’ve never asked before. Have I done something wrong? Because if I have I’m really sorry and I’ll stop doing whatever it is,” tumbled from your lips and he was reminded that you found him intimidating, “I really am sorry. If you just let me know what it is I can stop doing it.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” he was quick to say before you could continue rambling an apology for something that hadn’t happened, “I’m just interested in what you’re working on.”

“Why?” You sounded defensive now.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was trying. He was really trying. And you just weren’t getting it. You were making it so difficult.

When he opened his eyes you were frozen, as if waiting to be told off. Taking a deep breath in, he offered you a smile, his best attempt as he tried to when he felt such roiling emotions.

“You’re an asset to our team and you’re working on things I’m not involved in. I’m curious. That’s all,” he said, desperate to put you at ease.

“Oh.” You voice was so quiet.

“If you don’t want my company I understand. I thought it would be nice to get to know one another a bit better. Whatever. I see I was wrong.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned away from you. He must have misheard. Clearly you and Lucky hadn’t been talking about him.

“Wait,” you said. He paused, looking back at you over his shoulder, “lunch would be nice.”

His shoulders relaxed and he let the corner of his lips curl up in a small smile. Your answering one stole his breath.

“Come on then,” he said.

You hopped off your stool and he realised you didn’t even come up to his shoulder. He could wrap you up in his arms and you would be completely engulfed in him. He found that thought tempting.

Walking beside him as you left the lab, you weren’t looking at him, gaze turned towards your feet. His hand closed around your arm, steering you in the right direction. You looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering. His head dipped towards you, not able to stop himself. There was something about you.

He spent the entire lunch watching you, basking in your presence. You were slow to open up, answering his questions about your work softly. But once he got you going, your eyes sparked and the words tumbled from your lips faster than he could have thought possible. Your passion was clear and it only drew him in further.

“I dunno. Maybe’s its stupid,” you said, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“I don’t think it sounds stupid at all,” he said and noticed the way that seemed to turn you bashful. Your chin dipped and you couldn’t look at him. He lent forward again, over the table, trying to catch your eye, “you sound like you know what you’re talking about.”

It was a quick flash of a smile, that same piece of hair falling forward again. You reached up to tuck it back again but his fingers were already there, doing it for you. You looked up, mouth falling open but you didn’t seem to be drawing back from him. His fingertips brushed over your jaw before he retracted his hand, pulling it back to his side of the table.

“Oh,” you said, almost a whisper, practically nothing but the movement of lips without sound.

“I’d like to do this again,” he said, assuming honesty was better than beating around the bush.

The look of surprise that passed over your face wasn’t what he’d been hoping for. But then you softened, that small smile reappearing.

“Really?” you asked.

“Sure. I find myself fascinated by you,” he said.

“Like I’m one of your experiments?”

He hadn’t expected that.

“No. Christ no,” he said, perhaps louder than intended, “fascinated like I like you.”

“Oh.”

“Can you say something other than that,” he demanded, then realised that wasn’t a good idea, “please?”

“Okay,” you said, giving him a shallow nod, “we can do this again.”

“We can?” He brightened, “we can.”

“But only because I like you too,” you said, not looking at him again.

So he had heard right. He felt a sense of satisfaction hearing the words from you. He would never admit it, but it wasn’t often someone liked him. Maybe that’s why he’d been doing so badly with you. Or not so badly since you were going to go out with him again.

He led you back to the lab, hand resting on the small of your back, the material of your jumper soft against his skin. You were half a step closer, leaning into his touch more.

It was a good sign.

Thank god he’s listened in to your conversation with Lucky otherwise he never would have been able to find you. And he thought you might be changing his life for the better. Your smile was already capable of brightening his day.

He was excited to see what was to come with you.

[mysterycitrus]

just saw ur yj post and i have so many thoughts on it!! i always think that after bruce comes back, dick should’ve gone back to new york like that man cannot coexist with bruce wayne in gotham and i hate new 52 for bringing back bludhaven because i love the idea of a bludhaven that was used as a base for world ending events like final crisis and it’s just a shitshow- like this was dick’s city and he gave so much of himself to it but it’s just a radioactive wasteland now. and i don’t think dick could’ve/should’ve gone back. and to be honest i think dick should’ve dragged tim with him because as much as i adore the idea of tim with yj in sf i think of yj and titans as very different in terms of their sidekick experiences- like yj was more of the latchkey generation despite the attempts to oversee them from introducing authority figures in the form of red tornado their parents etc- and i just think at that point dick might be able to see his brother’s suicidal ideation and see the ways in which tim thinks he’s expendable except to the mission and he grabs his brother and tells him ok time for u to go college and rmb what it’s like to be an actual person outside of ur isolationist red robin business!!!

describing them as latchkey kids is very accurate! it’s what makes them such an interesting point of comparison as the next generation after the original titans who really had to advocate for their independence. i also agree that bludhaven should stay a crater — it was so important to dicks development as a character and for the universe as a whole!

i kinda oscillate back and forth between tim being in san francisco and new york, but i do think that in the short term he should be out of gotham and away from bruce. partially because it’ll help his relationships with damian and steph but also because like u said — dick grayson would look at how tim is actively transforming himself into bruce and hating himself for doing it and be like ok…. we’ve gotta enrol u in some arts courses to get ur head back on straight.

maybe he spends a year on the west coast then moves back to study at hudson, idk. there’s this period ive found as ive entered adulthood where u rediscover all ur friends? like they’re the same but not. u have to relearn about urself and them, and i think cassie and tim having the connection of knowing what the world is like when kon and bart have died, and kon and bart fundamentally not understanding what that was like would inspire serious character growth. idk. the idea of growing up is scary when u die as a teenager. it’s hard to care about urself when you’ve already met ur end, yknow?

[honeytonedhottie]

increasing self love and self respectପ꒰⑅•ᴗ•｡꒱໊੭💗

ways to increase self love and respect while on our self development journey is crucial. ur self respect needs to be stronger than anything at all. with self respect u can take the best care of urself because that’s what u deserve. the absolute best and don’t let anyone tell u differently.

replacing self criticism with self encouragement and compliments. most people find it strange to compliment themselves but that shouldn’t be the case. love urself and tell urself that

self care activities are so much fun. i made another post about ways to practice self care so u should def check that out. self care activities also includes hobbies and past times which r important

inner validation>outer validation ALWAYSS

work on ur assertiveness and setting boundaries. this is HEALTHY, practice saying no every single day

figure out ur beliefs, ur triggers and heal ur wounds, the baggage and trauma that you’ve experienced isn’t ur responsibility but healing from it is 100% ur responsibility

[ct2n]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Tips for burnout

Shifterss *ੈ✩‧₊˚

— *ੈ✩‧₊˚ Shifting motivation *ੈ✩‧₊˚—

u are in charge of ur journey, not anyone else. So if u don’t wanna shift again or “can’t” shift then take a break. Shifting isn’t a job or a career, it’s a skill u choose to use. Shifting doesn’t have to be difficult or complicated or frustrating.

Shifting also isn’t something u have to do right now. If u haven’t shifted yet then that’s fine but also take a moment to reflect on what’s causing u not to shift. Maybe it’s a method ur using, or ur head isn’t in the best place right now. Whatever it is, u need to deal with it to help u shift. I’m not saying u can’t shift without having worries or doubts or fears, but some things may be pushing u back or holding u back from shifting.shifting is 100% real so shift when u know ur ready. It may take a good minute but trying is better then not trying at all.

— *ੈ✩‧₊˚ Shifting mindset*ੈ✩‧₊˚—

reprogram ur mind to shift, if ur stuck on one aspect of shifting or ur not fully understanding how shifting works dont let that hold u back from shifting. U don’t have to understand something fully for mind to do it, u can just do it. Finding the mental block that keep holding u back and reprogramming ur mind to let go of that belief or behavior surrounding shifting. Will help u over come ur burn out and find out why it may not be happening for u right now.

Take some time to reflect on ur past shifting journey and try to figure out some reasons why u keep getting burnt out. Maybe ur focused on the wrong things like having ur script finished. Or ur not consistent enough with ur journey, or maybe ur to analytical about ur shifting journey. Whatever it maybe find it and accept it and move on. Change that part of ur journey and continue moving on. I’m not saying obess over that for weeks im saying use that to better urself and not do it in the future.

— *ੈ✩‧₊˚Taking Breaks *ੈ✩‧₊˚—

Take a break from ur shifting journey, and use that time to focus on something else, weather that be school, an hobby or just life in general. Take time to self reflect and care for urself. Shifting should be easy but if it isn’t that’s completely fine too but all im saying is if it’s getting more difficult for u, relax for a little bit then come back to shifting. And yk u must think “well what if im about to shift” or something like that. Baby shifting will always be there but ur mental health and time won’t. Burning urself out before u get to ur dr will make not only ur cr self burnt out but also ur dr self to. If you were to shift when u weren’t ready there might be things in ur dr that ur not prepared for mentally. Which will cause further damage to ur mental health then if u just took a break.

— *ੈ✩‧₊˚Stop putting shifting on a pedestal *ੈ✩‧₊˚—

Shifting isn’t a new idea or new concept that can magically fix ur problems. Shifting is real and when u shift all ur doing is shift to another version of life, it may be a slightly better version but it’s still life. When u realize that you’ll stop putting shifting on this high standard in ur life. Shifting is a skill and how u wanna use it is dependent on u. So don’t expect to shift to ur dr and have a magically time just cause u thought ur dr was some fanfic or fantasy for urself. Shifting is fun but only if u realize it’s a real thing. U will experience those things in ur dr and u will experience sadness and happiness.

Don’t use shifting as a way to escape ur cr. Like I said about it being real dont use it as a way to escape ur cr problems. Shifting is just shifting it isn’t a magical tool that will fix everything in ur life.

— *ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚—

Ik some of the stuff in here isn’t all sunshine in rainbows but some of yall needed to hear this stuff. But take care of urself and u will shift!!

[nanaslutt]

1. OMG THANK YOUUU SMOOOOOCH

2. i love u more anon <33

3. WOWOW ANON REVEAL HIII!! ty for being one of my anons :,) ur so sweet <33 u take care of urself as well!!

4. literally never apologize, instead pls stalk me more ^.^ i’m glad i can bring u some joy

5. yes!! i’m thinking abt adding yuki soon at some point, im just trying to figure out why ill have to take out when i add her in (not permanently ofc) and thank u for ur concern :,) i’m doing well

6. HEHE i’ll never disappear, trust >:)

7. AWWW THANK YOU MY LOVE!! we have a long way to go before i stop so pls keep enjoying them and don’t worry <3

8. CHOSO KITTYYYY HES SO PRECIOUS TY FOR SHARING OMG

9. you flatter me :,) i love what i do and ur guys’s praise is all i need hehhehehe

[sadsillypuppygf]

don’t u wanna rape me? wouldn’t it be so much easier that way? imagine, ur horny n craving me. u know i’m likely to say no to sex, so u decide this time ur not going to give me the chance.

we’re in bed together, back to back, watching our own tiktoks. u put ur phone aside and turn over to face me. i’m still watching videos, so u reach over and snatch my phone, closing it and tossing it behind u. before i can react, u push me over onto my belly rather than my side. u keep ur hand flat on my back, right between my shoulder blades. i shout into the pillow my face is trapped in, trying to figure out what ur doing. u ignore me, climbing up onto ur knees. still keeping me pinned down, u use ur other hand to grab at one of my thighs and shove my legs apart. worriedly, i start to struggle harder to get up, lifting my top up off the bed before being shoved back down roughly by u. u don’t say a word to me, instead moving to sit between my widely spread legs. my whole body lays flat against the bed, tummy down and face still shoved into the pillows. i’m trying to talk to u, but my anxious words are too muffled by the pillow for u to understand. u don’t care what i’m saying anyway, u aren’t concerned about me. ur focus is on my underwear, a black lacy piece that has been on ur mind all evening. u use ur free hand to start tugging it down my body, not an easy task, but u don’t want easy do u? i start to struggle even harder, fear and confusion rising in me. u’ve never done this before. i’m not in free use right now, u shouldn’t be doing this to me. i buck and wriggle under ur hand holding me down. u have to stop tugging at my panties and use both hands to force me back down, leaning ur upper body weight down onto my back. i wiggle around even more, trying to get out from underneath u. my voice is louder and u can tell i’m making demands. demands to know what ur doing to me, why ur trapping me down. but i’m in no position to be demanding anything am i? something u murmur in my ear, causing me to freeze in place momentarily. i try to argue, try to fight ur weight and sit up, but i don’t succeed even a little bit. usually when we play fight, u go easy on me, u let me escape ur traps and u never use ur full strength against me. u know doing so would scare me, and before today u didn’t want to do that. or u told urself u didn’t want to, anyway. today, u don’t care if u scare me- in fact, u want to scare me. u feel a rush of excitement at the thought of terrifying me, of being in complete control over my body, leaving me helpless and fearful. u are not going easy on me today, this isn’t a play fight. u know what u want, and u plan on getting it.

with one hand, u use even more pressure to keep my head down, and with the other u continue wiggling my panties far enough down my thighs that they won’t be in ur way. it isn’t easy with my legs already spread open and u get frustrated. finally, u decide to simply rip them off of me. the fabric is thin and tears easily. i cry out in shock, bucking my hips down into the bed, trying to push away from u in some way. ur cock is twitching eagerly in ur sweatpants, begging for ur attention, to be buried deep inside me. for now tho, u ignore it. u want to make sure i’m wet before u enter me, not bc u’re concerned about me enjoying this, but bc u enjoy it when i’m wet. u shove two fingers in my cunt to find that i am in fact already very wet. a sneer forms on ur face and u chuckle darkly at me. i cry out again, this time actual fear evident in my voice, and i reach back with both hands, trying to grab at the hand that’s currently fingering me. it’s the perfect opportunity for u to grab my wrists, and u do so in a flash. now u have my hands pinned to my back, ur upper body strength being focused all into the arm holding me down, keeping me trapped to the bed. my head isn’t held down anymore tho, and i quickly lift my face and cry to u, begging u to stop. asking what ur doing, why ur doing this?!

u again ignore me, the fear in my voice simply another turn on for u. the fingers in my pussy move faster and my hips wiggle in an attempt to move away, but i’m not going anywhere. in fact, ur pretty sure i’m even wetter than i was a minute ago. what a filthy, pathetic girl, u think to urself, getting wet off of her fear of me, of what i’m going to do to her.

i continue begging at u, pleading u to let me go, telling u that i don’t want this. why? , i cry, why aren’t u listening to me? why are u doing this to me?

u growl and move ur fingers to my clit, rubbing aggressively, not caring how i feel about it, only wanting to torture me. i’m the master, u growl, not u. u don’t get to tell me what i can and can’t do. right now, i want to use this pretty little body of urs. and i’m going to. ur voice is dead serious, not a hint of teasing or playfulness to be found. upon realizing that, true fear strikes me and i try to fight even harder against u. it does nothing but turn u on even more. i can’t get either of my hands out of ur iron grip and every time i try to lift my torso or flip onto my back, u use the same hand pinning my wrists to shove me back down, none too gently at that. ur grip on my wrists is nearly bruising, each shove against my back is harsh and firm. i’m wiggling my hips, bucking wildly to try to shake u off of me. i’m not succeeding whatsoever, the opposite actually as each jerk of my hips just rubs my bare butt back against u. ur fingers are still working rapidly at my clit, rubbing vigorously and only stopping briefly to dip back inside me and rewet ur fingers before continuing again. despite my fear and desperation to escape you, i can’t help feeling the orgasm building inside me. i don’t want it, don’t want this, or so i tell myself. i get no say! i’m literally trapped underneath you, fighting for my life to get away. but u don’t seem to care. i can’t help the moans and whimpers that escape my lips. my eyes are squeezed shut as i try to stay focused on getting away from u rather than ur fingers abusing my clit, overstimulating me, nearly hurting me.

i haven’t cum yet, although it feels like i’m going to soon. that acknowledgment makes my stomach turn, it feels wrong to be on the verge of release when i didn’t want to be doing this to begin with. i’m still terrified, wondering what happened to make u act so cruelly towards me. i- if ur going to do this to me, c- can’t u just use me already? why are u playing with me? a- as if u care if i cum! i stumble over my words of false bravado, ur touch becoming even more intense and actually starting to hurt with how overstimulated i am. i’d rather u just use me and be done with me than drag out this torture.

u laugh at me, a harsh almost angry sound. oh u want me to fuck u now huh? u taunt me.

no! , i exclaim, i just want this to be over! if ur not going to let me go. i’m on the verge of cumming, on the verge of crying too. i don’t want to cum, not like this, not being abused by u.

too bad, u murmur, not letting up on my clit whatsoever, i want u to cum. so ur going to cum. and after u do, i’m going to fuck u until u cum again. and then i’m going to keep fucking u until i cum. u feel as my whole body freezes, my muscles clenching tight as my orgasm finally hits me. i start shaking beneath u, loud moans escaping my throat despite myself. an evil grin spreads across ur face and u keep rubbing my clit, determined to bring me to tears before u start ur turn. u’ve always been turned on by my tears, but u hardly get to see them in a sexual sense. today, u are determined to change that.

stop! please stop! i yelp, it hurts! i came! i came! it hurts!! my voice is reaching higher and higher pitches as i shout at you, u can hear the pain and desperation in my voice and u become even more desperate. u need to hear my agony, to see the tears streaming down my face. ur grip on my wrists tightens even more despite the fact i’m no longer fighting against ur hand. i’m unable to, too focused on trying to escape the fingers down below. i’m basically twerking against ur clothed cock now, my hips desperately thrusting in different directions, anything to try to get away from u. my legs tremble wildly and i’m begging u again to stop, to leave me alone. between the hold on my wrists that is definitely leaving bruises and the torture on my clit, i’m in more pain than i’ve ever experienced in such a sexual way. the pleasure isn’t even good, it’s too much. i need it to stop.

please! a sob wracks thru my body and triumph fills ur chest, please i can’t take anymore. u can’t see the tears as i’m still belly down on the bed, but u can hear them in my voice. even if u couldn’t, the second sob shakes my body violently and u know u’ve succeeded. finally, u pull ur fingers away from my clit. i gasp in relief, but it’s followed by yet another tearful wail. not wanting to miss seeing my tears, u quickly release my wrists - another relieved breath leaving me - and grab my legs, flipping me over before i know what’s happening. i’m too overwhelmed and weak to try to escape u now, but u hold each of my hips tightly in ur hands anyway. ur eyes bore down at my face and i can see the sick satisfaction in ur eyes when u see the red tear stains streaking down my cheeks. more tears are building up, just waiting for the flood gates to reopen, and u can tell.

why are u doing this to me? i mumble, trying again to understand what happened to make u turn on me. u shrug, an evil gleam in ur eye and a smirk on ur lips. i realized i don’t need to ask u, u say it as if it’s the simplest concept in the world, if i want u, i should be able to just have u. and i want u now. finally, u tug ur pants down enough for ur cock to spring out. right now, after what u just said, it intimidates me in a way it never has before. not even during our first time, or even when i gave u my first handjob. ur hands are still on my hips and u use ur grip to pull me closer to u, our sexes lining up perfectly. the head of ur cock brushes against my opening and u groan. u’ve been waiting so long for this, been thinking about how badly u wanted to fuck me all day. and this is better than u thought it would be. u hadn’t realized before how addictive my fear and pain would be for u. it makes u feel powerful and in control.

without warning, u shove into me, burying urself deep in my pussy, as far as u can go. a louder groan of satisfaction escapes ur lips, not that ur trying to hold back. u want me to know how much pleasure ur getting from this, how much ur enjoying taking advantage of me. i cry out when u thrust into me, my entire body seeming to be on overdrive. i bite my lip hard, trying to hold back my noises, not wanting to give u any more satisfaction. u notice and narrow ur eyes at me, a glare clouding ur face. to u this is just another act of rebellion, the same as my fighting against u before. u didn’t let me win then, and u don’t plan to let me win now. u begin thrusting into me in fast, rapid succession. ur hands dig into my hips, keeping me held in place as u use me. my eyes are squeezed closed as i try to ignore the pleasure/pain coursing through me. this only encourages u more, ur hips begin to dig into mine with the force of ur movements. in horror, i begin to realize i’m going to have bruises on far more than just my wrists. the feeling of ur cock moving inside of me is pushing me over the edge again, i can’t control the whimpers leaving my throat. my hands are gripping ur arms but i don’t remember reaching for u, my nails are digging into ur skin but the pain only adds to ur pleasure. i don’t want to open my eyes, knowing if i do the tears will escape. all of these feelings, physical and emotional, are too much for me. i can’t control myself at all.

u growl in frustration, ur eyes still trained on my face, waiting for my tears to fall. u crave seeing them, angry i’m withholding yet another thing from u. u remove one hand from my hips, not stopping the movement of ur own, and grab my cheeks harshly. my eyes fly open in surprise and the shock and fear in them sends a pleasant shiver down ur spine. cry for me, u say. i gape at u, as much as i can with ur hand basically locking my jaw in place. indignation courses thru me, no! i mean to shout the word at you, but instead it comes out as nothing more than a harsh whisper. i can hardly focus on anything other than u thrusting into me. the slap of ur hips against mine hurts, but the internal feelings of pleasure war with the pain.

u glare at me but ur movements never falter. yes, u growl, i can see u want to. i can see the tears in ur eyes. just let it all out for me. i shake my head, or attempt to, but ur hand keeps me mostly still. ur glare deepens. fine, u want to play the hard way? we can play the hard way.

before i can even try to ask what that means, ur hand has released my face only to be replaced by seering pain on my right cheek. i gasp and a few tears flow down my cheeks. i gape at u. u slapped me. hard. harder than u have before. usually ur fairly gentle on my face, but not this time. u grin excitedly upon seeing the tears. ur palm burns slightly, but it’s nothing compared to the soaring pleasure coursing through you. not only physically, but mentally. u’ve never felt so in control, so powerful. u think maybe this won’t be the only time u take advantage of me. ur hand finds its way to my throat now, gripping the sides hard, not trying to stop my breathing, rather, the blood flow to my brain. more tears stream down my cheeks, my mouth lays open and whimpers pour from my lips in a way u find delicious. u tighten ur hand on my throat, ur hips moving faster and harder against me. u can tell ur going to cum soon, but u still want to push me over the edge once more first. my eyes are nearly rolled back into my head, i can’t think at all anymore. between the pain, the pleasure, and the darkening of my vision as oxygen levels in my brain start to drop, i can’t focus on anything. i can only feel and endure.

fuck this is hot, u murmur, watching my face in fascination. u loosen ur grip on my throat, not wanting to knock me out completely. after a minute, u can tell i’m too far gone to try to fight u anymore. i can’t see straight, my mouth hangs open in silent moans, tears still stream down my cheeks, my hands lay limp at my sides. perfect, u think to urself, pride and satisfaction filling ur chest, she looks so perfect right now. completely brain dead off my cock, looking all the part of a pathetic abused whore. the hand on my throat glides down my body until it finds my clit again. the faintest brush of ur fingers brings another whimper from my lips. u play with me, only slightly less aggressive compared to before. my body writhes underneath u, but i can’t fight u off. i attempt to grab ur wrist with one of my hands, but i’m far to weak to do anything more than hold on to u. it doesn’t take long until i’m cumming again, sobs wracking thru me once more. fuck, u think, moving ur hand back to my hips, using them to force my body to meet ur thrusts. u become hurried and unsteady, ur own orgasm tittering on the edge. u’ve never felt this good, felt this powerful or on top of the world. if u’d known raping me would be this good, u probably would have done so much, much sooner. with one last thrust and a loud growl, u bury urself deep inside me and release, cum filling my abused cunt. cumming takes all of ur energy out of u and u collapse on top of me, panting. i yelp at the sudden weight of u on my body, but don’t move otherwise. i’m no longer bawling, but silent tears continue to pour down my face, more from exhaustion and general emotion than pain. my body has never felt so used, so sore. my core aches from how hard u’d been thrusting into me, my throat hurts from how tight u’d been holding me, my wrists and hips ache similarly. i feel utterly spent, on the verge of passing out, but a piece of my brain stays in fight or flight mode, my fear of u not dissipating at all now that ur done. if anything, i grow more and more scared as my brain starts to pull itself back together. was this a one time thing? would u do this again? would it always be so rough? the knowledge that u raped me slowly settles in my brain. alongside the fear, i feel confused, shocked. had i done something wrong and this was my punishment? or did u truly just not care whether i wanted this or not? would this become a regular occurrence? would i forever more be on edge, always worrying about if i was safe or if u were going to take me again? a shiver slithers down my spine at the last thought, one not entirely made up of fear. with dawning horror, i begin to realize that underneath all of the pain - maybe even bc of all the pain - i had enjoyed being forcibly taken by you. the wild look in ur eyes, the dark energy surrounding u, the force behind ur touches. despite my very real fear, i had enjoyed all of it. the thought of living in fear every day, waiting for when u would strike next, wasn’t entirely off-putting like it should have been. still very scary, but maybe a little bit good scary?

i flinch when u lift ur head from my chest. i’m unsure how to act. should i be angry? should i avert my eyes? self-preservation tells me not to fight anymore, to submit instead. prey-brain seems to want to take control, internal commands tell me to avert my gaze and bare my neck to u, as if we were wild animals and i wanted to show u i would not be questioning ur obvious dominance. anxiety fills my chest as i worriedly ponder how to show u i’m willing to submit now, desperate to appeal to ur softer side, desperate to receive some type of comfort from you. something that will tell me i’m forgiven and u still care for me.

i don’t realize i’m panicking until i hear u gently shushing me. in a moment, ur body is gone, leaving mine feeling much colder, but not for long. u’ve moved to sit on the bed beside me, u pull me up into a sitting position and tug me over until i’m sitting practically in ur lap. ur arms wrap around me and i expect them to tighten, to trap me, but they don’t. one of ur hands begin stroking my hair, and ur rocking us. gentle shushing noises leave ur lips and i realize i’m sitting stiff as a board and still hyperventilating. we must submit! my brain shouts at me, show him we see that he’s in charge! but i still don’t know how to show u that. a tiny, logical voice in my head tells me u already know, but it’s quickly drowned out by the louder voice of a scared prey.

what if he doesn’t know?? it yells, escalating my fear. what if he thinks we’re being bad right now?! we must show him we’re submissive!

a twinge of pain pulls me from my thoughts and i realize ur nipping my earlobe. that seems to be enough for me to let prey-brain fully takeover and ive dropped my head back before i realized it, baring my throat to u and hoping it satisfies u. somehow, u seem to understand. ur mouth moves down to my exposed throat, nipping gently down to the junction near my collarbone. there, u bite down a little harder and hold. i whimper softly, but don’t move. i want u to know i’m submitting, that i’ll follow ur lead now. this seems to satisfy u as ur release my throat and press a soft kiss to the spot u’d been biting.

that’s my girl, u whisper, nuzzling my neck. the words soothe me even more, and i realize i’m no longer panicking. i’m not in danger anymore. i’ve appeased u for now. i let myself relax more into ur arms, but not entirely. after all, i wasn’t expecting it the first time around, so i want to be on guard now.

we should talk, u say softly. i nod in agreement, but don’t meet ur eyes. i’m afraid to, my brain still telling me u’ll take it as a sign of disrespect. can u look at me, little one? ur tone maintains its softness, so different from the cold taunting from before. i really don’t want to look, but i suppose now if i don’t look that would be more disrespectful than if i do. slowly, i meet ur gaze. my cheeks heat as i do so, i feel embarrassed, almost shameful, tho i don’t know why. will i always feel this way after..after u rape me? i know its not the same as real rape, surely i could have safeworded and u would have stopped… right? using my safe word hadn’t even crossed my mind during it all. i can only hope if i had used it, it would still mean something to u.

did u enjoy it? u ask. i’m surprised by the question.

i- i don’t know, i mumble, i don’t know. m…maybe? i whisper the last word. i’m still unsure, despite the tiny zaps of arousal thinking back on it sends thru me.

u nod once. i’m honestly not sure whether i wanted u to enjoy that or not. u look bashful for a second, upset for another, than back to normal. i wasn’t thinking about ur enjoyment, u admit, only mine. did i hurt u too much?

i don’t know, is the only way i know how to respond. i will definitely be littered with bruises, which sends both good and bad tingles down my spine. and there was a lot of pain, a lot more than i’m used to.

would u let me do it to u again? this time ur question freezes me completely. let..u? did i let u this time? a bitter voice tells me no, but then again i didn’t safeword either. maybe u were waiting to see if i would? i lower my gaze again, unable to keep eye contact while i ask, ���would i be able to stop u?

u freeze around me and in response i also freeze even more, anxiety soaring inside me. did i say the wrong thing?

yes, u say firmly. i…i got carried away today, u admit softly, sounding apologetic, but if u had said ur safeword, i would have stopped. i probably would have had to leave for a little bit, but i would not have continued if u had said ur safe word. did i scare u? did u think u couldn’t stop me? u pause and i glance up to see ur stricken, upset face. did u want to stop me?

ur expression, the genuine upset i see, the twinge of fear in ur eyes that maybe u went too far, is enough to give me a little relief. slowly, i shake my head, then shrug, i did at first. i did for a while…but i think…i think at the same time, i didn’t want u to stop. i never even thought about safewording.

u search my face, ur expression stern, are u sure? if i hurt u too much, pushed u too far… i want u to tell me so i don’t do it again. as much as i loved, er- what i did to u, if i scared u and ur just trying to make me happy- don’t. i would never truly want to hurt u, my love.

more of my fear eased out of me at hearing those words. i should have known better than to think u would truly mean me harm. ur my Daddy. u love me.

i’m sure, i whisper and nuzzle into ur chest, feeling shy, i..i can’t say it wasn’t too much. i’ve never been more scared. but i’m not- well i am still scared, but not as much. i would let you do it again.

ur arms tighten around me briefly and ur hand cradles my head. u don’t say anything else, and neither do i.

[pupkashi]

Some drabble ideas cause why not :

- His s/o buying super expensive stuff for Satoru

- Imagine how he would react the first time you call him by pet name (or surname like 'Toru or 'Ru🥰🥺)

- Taking a nape w him

- How he would react the first time he sees u on ur periods, and how he'll treats you

- Where he likes to being kissed/touched

All these for Gojo cause we'll never have enough of him (and I love the way you write him<3)

anon u are an absolute genius ✍🏼✍🏼✍🏼 also I’m in tears bc of ur compliment i am gonna print this and hang it on a wall <3 also got a bit carried away w some of these 🤭

okay but 1) he would definitely love whatever u get him but scold you because he wants you to save ur money and spend it on urself but on the inside he is cheering and giddy because omg did you save up for a gift just for him :’ ))

rest are under the cut <3

2) i think he’d freeze a bit when you first call him toru and just drop everything and look u in the eye and make you say it again because his heart just burst and the only way he’d continue to live is hearing u say that again, after that he doesn’t respond to gojo coming from you anymore sometimes he’ll even ignore you calling him satoru because he wants you to call him ‘toru or the pet names you call him like angel, honey or sweetheart (which started because you said he eats so much sweets his heart might as well be a conversation heart)

3) i headcanon that satoru is the worst to nap with and i will die on that hill,, he will spend the entire time you’re supposed to be napping giggling and being overly affectionate, then when you say you have to go do whatever it is you gotta do he pulls you down and says ‘really this time’ so u set a timer and then when the timer goes off he just shuts it off and coaxes u back to sleep until you wake up naturally two or three hours later and his excuse is “how am i supposed to live myself knowing my lover is tired? you need rest I’m doing you a favor <;3”

4) not the best when he first finds out ngl 😭 i feel like he’d be weary around you at first because doesn’t wanna put you in a bad mood but then you cry because you think hated you and then as time goes on he figures out when to be clingy and when to give you space ,,, will buy you those plushies that you can heat up from cramps and lots and lots of pain killers ,, will make you tea to help with cramps ‘i saw a video saying this tea with honey is really good for cramps so i made you some :3’ ,, definitely indulges allllllll of your cravings especially those that also satiate his sweet tooth ,, overall very caring and i will def make a headcanon abt this on its own 😭😭

5) i am a firm believer that gojo loves, adores even, nose kisses !!!! a small smile on his face and he has to stop himself from practically squealing when you lean over and press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose <333 >.< loves when you kiss his forehead too or his knuckles when they’re a little red or bruised after a bad fight, specially after you’ve just finished wiping the blood away and wrapping them :((( ,,, he loves when you touch / play with the hair at the nape of his neck, he just feels so close to you and so relaxed and god he never wants to leave your arms </3 also loves when you scratch his back before going to sleep or when you squeeze his thigh when he’s sitting next to you also secretly loves when u smack his butt when he’s bent over doing or getting something but he will never tell u that ,, loves loves loves !!! when you touch his abs or chest,, his confidence will just shoot through the roof when your hands begin wandering down his abdomen during a make out or cuddle session, never failing to smirk and say ‘like what you feel’ to which you’d either indulge him or scoff and roll your eyes, pulling your hand away only for him to whine and put your hand back saying ‘okay okay I’m sorry please don’t stop’ ,,,, lord have mercy

[neotrances]

also as an autistic person the whole “im autistic so i actually cant learn critical thinking” is sooooooo dumb and stupid and dumb and stupid. why r u being ableist towards urself like just cuz i cant understand sarcasm in conversation doesn’t mean i cant read some dialogue and consider if the character/narrator/author is being sarcastic based on the contexts

literally this like certain things i have to work harder to understand but if it’s a basic thing that i need to get then im gonna figure out how to understand it like??? and im gonna sound like a cunt here but in my experience it’s always “high functioning” autistics that say stuff like that like no sorry that is not an excuse when ur not like our brothers and sisters that need 24/7 care and guidance like u are posting essays about steven universe and ur new favorite yaoi ship and ur acting like u can’t do media analysis don’t piss me off, and i only ever see that “tehe i don’t get it oh well” under serious post about white ppl using xyz status as a shield to not be informed about basic things

[plutoons]

Can you do a tutorial on how your art process is done I’m about to quit on Art everything I make fucking sucks .

hey anon !! My art process is almost non existent cause i haven’t been able to stick to One definitive way and i don’t want to cause i think its limiting. I still have a long way to go for improving my skills and learning new things and figuring out different styles !!

Heres a quickk drawing showing what my “main” process is

This is something i generally have stuck to for most of my posted drawings (i can post things specific to some drawings on a separate reblog ^^ im just to lazy to get pictures of em for examples rn)

Doodle !! I cant visualize shit, and usually have a very vague idea of what id like to draw Or just nothing at all. So I doodle messily with expressive gestures till’ i find something that sticks

choose one final concept/sketch and clean it up a lil so i have a way better idea of what im getting myself into

Base colors cause i hate doing lineart. So i just go straight into colors casue its fun and i like fun!! Right on top or on a diff layer it doesnt matter. I color pick with my eyes and put base colors or anything i think it would be cool. No pressure and it can messy cause I’ll clean it up and figure shit out later

fuck around and find out (rendering ig)—> i cant explain it super well or definitively. I just layer and throw colors on top till im satisfied or Done with it. I flip my canvas a bunch or check my values to make sure the results come out to look more coherent regardless of the mess of color

Im just a simple person and cant handle something that requires too many steps or things that havta be done Just right so this works for me atm. This may not be your jam but finding a process in that works for you through trial an error is just a part of art. Do what works for you!! I think experimenting is so important even if it sucks in the end

(more Words / “advice ?” under cut)

I have so many shitty drawings and sketches and even colored things that outweigh the tiny bits of art i decide to show off

I totally get that creating art can get really discouraging at times; not getting the results you want when you want them no matter how much effort you put in just sucks, but it won’t always be that way :] even if it takes you 10 years to find your groove and see improvement or 2 years, it’ll happen. I find that i’ve only improved when i actively didn’t give a fuck about how my art looks and only cared that i was having fun through it all, and thats hard cause perfectionism is a bitch and its hard to get rid of. You could improve with studies and daily practice for sure but moving towards improvement can be as fun and light n breezy as you want to make it, like taking a break to explore different hobbies or changing up mediums or fucking around and experimenting with it can help !!! Allow ur art to be bad; cause fuck it, at least you made something and thats really really cool. Once you cut urself some slack it’ll be easier to improve upon your skillset and slowly but surely get to where you want

Sorry im a bit tired idk if this is coherent so heres a more direct thing i’d like to say:

Maybe ur art isn’t where you want it to be rn and ik it can kill ur motivation to keep going at it (i’ve experienced this feeling a lot and im sure so have many others). But you gotta ease up on urself and stop worrying about results so you can allow yourself to experiment and have fun!! And its hard getting into that mindset but you gotta keep trying and you’ll find it getting easier

[nogenderbee]

HELLOOO BEE !! i can’t believe i’ve never sent you an ask or anything cuz i love ur works sm and you just seem like a sweet person !!

if you may, could i request an akito x reader / an x reader with a reader who dreads summer ? feel free if you don’t want to do this request, and have an amazing day / night !! take care of urself <3

Omg how could you! 😔 No, but fr now... don't worry about it and thank your for requesting <3 I kinda asked my favorite uncle google for help but in the end I went with what I thought it is... so I hope I got that kind of right and I hope you enjoy ^^

Feel free to tell me if I got your request wrong!

An, Akito with reader who dreads summer

TagList: @bleachtheidiot @qxmmi @vodka-glrl @yulikesminori @kuzui5201314 @miya-akane

⊱ it takes some time for An to figure out your condition, she really thought you simply hate summer and as much as she loved it, she understood your opinion

⊱ but when she does discover that you're just feelings worse and your body becomes weak in summer, she literally panicks

⊱ after all, she dragged you through so many places when sun was shining bright!

⊱ if you're close to her cafe, she'll immidietly take you there and make you something cold to drink and continue walking with you once you feel better

⊱ she truly just has so many ideas how you two could possibly spend your summer together and she doesn't plan on changing them so she WILL find some solutions for that!

⊱ friend from her class recommended her to buy sun umbrella for you so one day she just randomly gave you umbrella in colors she thought you may like and took you for a walk

⊱ sometimes you think she's like a mom because she ALWAYS has something to help you cool off a bit

"Hey there! You ready for our walk? Great, here's your umbrella, if anything I have sunscreen, some cold drinks and money in case they won't be so cold anymore when we need them so tell me whenever you need something, alright?"

⊱ Akito was a bit more observant but he also wasn't that fast to ask you about it, well not directly at least

⊱ he definitely asked if you feel alright and all so it's up to you if you tell him about your condition or if you leave it for him to figure out

⊱ it's probably his sister who tell him about her friend who's similar to you and that's when he invests in sun umbrella

⊱ at first he gives you while telling you that he just does it so you won't complain anymore but it's clear that this tsundere cares a lot about you

⊱ also carries money when he goes anywhere with you and whenever you pass some shop with cold drinks, he'll always ask if you need to cool yourself a bit

⊱ but if you decline too many times, he'll eventually just say that he wants some or that he can't see you need one and will get you some either way

⊱ what's important and obvious, he won't admit so easily that he does it all because he cares about you but with enough stubbornness, you'll get it out of him

"Hey, let's get some cold drinks. I don't care that you don't want, let's just get some! Sun is really going hard on us today after all..."

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[buddie-month]

FAQ's

Who is the Admin Hosting the event?

I’m Aubrey/Aubs (or donationwayne) !! I use she/her pronouns!! This is my second time ever hosting a fandom event! You can find me on Discord, Tumblr, Twitter, and AO3.

Do I have to join the discord server? -> Server Here

It is not a requirement, but I figured it would be a nice place for people to discuss and brainstorm! Please let me know if you are planning on participating without being active in the server so I can add you to the list of users participating so you don't miss any announcements.

Can I participate as both an artist and a writer?

Absolutely!!!

What ships are okay to write and draw?

As long as Buddie is the main ship, we love to see our favorite side ships (henren, madney, bathena, ur hearts desire, etc)

Is there a certain fic length?

No minimum or maximum word count. Write to your hearts content. We love to see it.

Can I make multiple creations per prompt? ABSOLUTELY!! Knock urself out !!

Do I have to participate in all four prompts?!

If you don’t have time (or even don’t want to) participate in all four prompts that is perfectly fine! I understand being busy and school/job, life, so if you can’t complete works for all four prompts no pressure at all!!! The point of this event is to have fun and create. There is no shame <3

When can I start working on the prompts??

Feel free to start writing or drawing as soon as you want !! But posting won’t begin until August (check the schedule for information regarding timelines!!!)

Is it okay to share snippets and WIPs of my art or fic??

feel free to share wips on social if you want !!! Just make sure to tag the event! ( #BuddieMonthAugust2024 )

Is collaboration allowed?

Of course!!!

Sharing fics and art for the prompts the week(s) of?

Feel free to share wherever you like! Please tag the blog or message me to let me know so I can reblog your work and add it to the Archive Collection!

Where do I post?

AO3 (for writers) and any other socials you want to share on!!!! (Tumblr, Insta, Twitter, Etc) I am considering creating a collection/event on AO3 (you may opt out of this if you’re not interested)

Is use of AI allowed?

No!

Please make sure to use Archive Warnings *Note: works containing incest, pedophilia, and rape/non-con for the sake of shock value will NOT be accepted into the event. I want to make this a safe space as possible for everyone!

SECONDARY NOTE** Aftermath of SA is allowed as long as everything is handled w/ care!!! I have no issue w/ that being used towards a prompt!!! (just no graphic SA for shock value/kink/etc.) I want to make the event safe for everyone as possible. Just make sure to use proper archive warnings.

Other questions? Feel free to message me here, on my own tumblr, or on any of my other socials !

[ember20sblog]

I think what works best for me is the 80-20 rule. 80% of the time u eat clean and healthy (Mon-Fri) and 20% u allow urself to something ur truly craving (Sat-Sun).

Rules: On the weekends when u eat ur cravings, u still have to be careful with overdoing it. Do ur best not to binge on them. Portion a serving out and eat slowly. If u truly want some more, do a second serving. Keep giving urself a single serving until ur craving is satisfied

Don’t forget to exercise (doesn’t have to be crazy, gentle exercise is still good and will help) it’ll help burn calories

Stay in a deficit! If u eat less calories then ur body burns just from existing, you’ll lose weight even without exercise

If u do overeat one day, don’t beat urself up too much!! That’ll lead to a binge-restrict cycle and that’ll just cause more harm to ur body. Instead, figure out why u binged, get at least 8hrs of sleep, drink lots of water the next day, and EAT!! Fasting the day after a binge will just lead u to binging again. Eat filling foods (protein, fruits, veggies, low cal carbs, lots of fiber) also drinking green tea before bed will help boost ur metabolism while u sleep

U don’t have to track ur calories if it’s too stressful for u. But be aware of calories still. Make mental notes of calories and serving sizes

[zushimart]

Do you think scara would be the type of guy like a househusbanf he makes you lunches when you leave for work and they all have little handwritten notes that say shit like "You're breath was stinky this morning" or "don't fuck up today" or "stop talking about me to your coworkers" and you know he adds the little hearts to the end of the notes and he wakes up early to make sure your food looks good and he will cry if you don't eat his lunch but he pretends he doesn't care like he didn't wake up extra early to shape the food into a kitty and if you ever mention the notes to him he will tell you to shut the fuck up and stop living in the past <3

i avtually have a really hard time seeing him as a househusband & doing ths regularly because i genuinely believe he is not that good at cooking or the adjacent housework outside of cleaning. but he is a big acts of service guy. the type of person to, for example, if he’s been on a long trip & just came back… instead of hugging u & admitting he missed u, he’d start cleaning ur messy room and complaining that u can’t take care of urself without him (he is emotionally stunted). so i 100% can see him putting in this kind of effort for special events like anniversaries or birthdays or if you just got a new job or it’s exam week etc. etc. and the mean notes r so real & accurate & funny LMFAOOO. like, he is physically incapable of doing something nice without tainting it with a little bit of negativity. if he gets home first, he’ll nervously await an empty lunchbox & if it isn’t, he’ll run around in circles trying to figure out whether you’re just too nice to tell him you don’t like his cooking or if u really weren’t hungry. it’s also prime time for daydreaming about u when he cooks for you. imagining the giant smile on ur face and the singsong “i love uuu~” when u realize he prepared your lunch… or a sweet thank you & gratitude in the form of a sleepy kiss to the forehead that would follow when u realize he woke up early to make u breakfast. he likes knowing he did something right. he’ll chase that reassurance in subtle ways like cooking & cleaning & reminding u of important events & buying your favorite snacks at the grocery store & keeping a list of things u say u want in passing so he can buy them when he has the time or money. etc etc etc. he might not say i love you but he’ll do it.