#i got lurkers/shadow people

[froggybrainz]

I'm taking notes for my rough draft and I'm thinking I should probably draw examples of the new creatures I'll be bring in.

[lingerina]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 // day eight

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 ➛ voyeurism 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ➛ gp!yujin (ive) x fem!reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ➛ 1.5k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➛ degradation, spanking, choking, dirty talk, tummy bulge, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ➛ one fateful look into your window evolves into a routine of ruined boxers and a trash full of used tissues nearly every night. 𝐀/𝐍 ➛ i blacked out for this one lol. i didn’t intend for it to be this long but 😮‍💨🤌🏼 i hope y’all enjoy.

Having your apartment unit across from her was a blessing and a curse for Ahn Yujin.

As a sleep-deprived and overworked college student, she typically drew her curtains closed in the early evening because sunlight was the bane of her existence. Any type of light, really. She preferred the warm light of her desk lamp that barely stretched through all four corners of her room, but even darkness was her best friend.

One that’s equivalent to the devil on her shoulder that told her to sleep when she’s dozing off in the midst of studying.

She did end up falling asleep once, and had woken up when nightfall had long made its arrival. The first thing she did upon getting up was shuffle towards the window to close her curtains, but found herself rooted to the floor when she discovered the silhouette of two people through the sheer curtains on the other side of the building. 

They were fooling around in bed. Getting a somewhat censored show for free had definitely woken her up, along with the raging boner protruding from her boxers. Watching the shadow of a phallus disappear into the woman sprawled on her back, observing the way her legs rise and wrap around the other’s waist to pull her closer, filled Yujin’s head with images that she wished were more than just a daydream.

And it occurred almost every night.

Two silhouettes through sheer curtains.

Except it seemed like a new person was being brought home each time, and Yujin wished she was amongst the lucky handful.

Just when she thought she could get away with jacking off to a neighbor getting dicked down, the sheer curtains in their unit were fully open one random night. Panicked, Yujin swiftly drew her own curtains closed but peeked through between them out of curiosity.

To discover that it was you, the pretty neighbor that she frequently passed by on the way to school. The pretty neighbor who also frequented the café down the block from university. The pretty neighbor that started greeting her due to the dozens of run-ins over the course of two months.

To discover that you were the needy slut who brought home different people to sleep with.

Yujin desperately wished for her turn. If it wasn’t already a routine to watch then, it was definitely a routine now. 

You were bold to have sheer curtains, but you’d grown even bolder to have them open for potential lurkers to see. A few partners seemed concerned about it, but you somehow persuaded them to continue forth.

And then it seemed like you were doing it on purpose.

It seemed like you were doing it on purpose when one morning, Yujin threw her curtains open and caught a delectable view of you getting dressed. Having a full-length mirror against the wall opposite of your window was a gift–a feast–for her eyes as her gaze traced over your naked breasts and pert nipples, typically littered with fresh bruises and marks from your rendezvous the previous night. She got a view of your cute ass whenever you slipped a skirt on and turned your hips to look at your own reflection.

It became a struggle to suppress the urge to march up to you and fuck you against the wall every time you greeted her. She saw right through that gorgeous smile of yours. That in your pretty little head, resided the filthiest thoughts because why else would you get run through by half the women on campus and willingly put it on display for onlookers?

Ten minutes ago, Yujin was caught staring into your bedroom window as you were undressing.

Ten minutes ago, she had watched you scribble on a sheet of paper and held it up to your window.

Ten minutes ago, she went searching for the unit number that she saw on that paper.

And now, the reserved and studious Ahn Yujin has you bent over your small dining table, her cock pummeling your aching cunt and earning throaty moans from your kiss-swollen lips. You claw at the surface of the table, grunting as each thrust lurched your body upwards, forcing your tits to drag over the cold surface. Neither of you exchange anything more than a ‘hello�� and a ‘good morning’, so hearing her mutter the most degrading things in your ear causes you to drip even more.

“Such a pretty little whore,” she remarks between gritted teeth, one hand squeezing your hip while the other frequently swings down on your reddened ass. “Can’t get enough dick, huh?”

“You’ve–augh!–been watching me?”

You yelp when her palm lands on your burning cheek once more. She pauses to slink her arm around you, drag her hand up the valley of your breasts, and wrap around the base of your neck. With her chest pressed against your back, the feathery touch of her lips on the junction of your neck sends a chill down your spine.

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

The combination of her sliding out to slam back in, her hand striking your ass thrice, and her fingers squeezing at your throat has your eyes rolling back and shutting. 

“You know damn well you had your shit open for everyone on the block to see. Why so?”

Her words go in one ear and out the other, even if she’s saying it to you right there. “Not enough dick in the world for you? This little pussy-”

You wail when she grabs at your naked cunt still stuffed full of her dick, your engorged clit pulsing against her touch.

“-isn’t getting stretched out enough?”

The force of her grip on your neck drags you off the table and straightens you up. 

Your first impression of Yujin, a colleague that you frequently pass by, was definitely not that she is handsy or rough. Gentle or reserved, but not aggressive and… mean.

Your mouth falls open as her massive cock is shoved back in, stretching you open unlike anyone else, and filling in the deepest crevices that you didn’t think could be reached. She palms at your lower belly, and you moan at being beyond full.

“Feel that?,” she chuckles. “Greedy little whore.”

Keeping her hand in place, she tests another turn, thrusting upwards and nearly bursting at the feeling of her dick bulging against your tummy. She’s fucking your brains out, rendering you speechless and mindless. Not a thought runs through your head, which feels light as a cloud. You only muster choked moans and whiny pleas as she has you under her mercy.

This could be a once in a lifetime opportunity for her. She finally gets to experience this in person, and not just as a show through her window.

She’s going to play out all her fantasies, even if it will take her all night.

She pins you on your back on the table, and you make a mess. Your release puddles on the surface beneath you, spattering all over her pelvis and dripping to the floor. It’s plentiful, filthy, and glorious.

She moves you to the couch, and it doesn’t take long for you to create the same scene.

When you finally make it to your bed, when you think you can’t possibly have any more to give, she pulls out and gets drenched once more in your squirt. She didn’t think a view so lewd and filthy could be so pretty. 

Your words slur when her cock runs through you again. Only this time, the priority is her. She pushes your legs up and subjects your aching cunt through another round. You have reached the brink multiple times and she’s now dangerously close to hers. The advantage of you barely recovering is your walls closing so tightly on her, suctioning her in and creating the most friction for her veiny girth.

Your back arches as she bottoms out. She hugs your thighs against her chest, pinning herself in the depths of your pussy as her load fills you. A few shallow thrusts force every drop back into you, bringing you to ecstasy as she reaches hers. You gently press a hand to your lower tummy, a brief bulge of her cockhead fucking you brainless serving as a reminder that only Ahn Yujin can satiate your needs.

That your high sex drive can finally get a few days of rest and recovery.

When Yujin slowly removes her softened cock, her cum spills out of you. It dawns on her the damage that she’s done to you: her marks atop the faded ones of others, the cum that stains your sheets and all the other places she’s ruined you in, the tremble of your thighs, and the fucked out pleasure on your pretty face.

She admires her work until your eyes slowly flutter open, and you peer up at her with a small smile.

Since then, your curtains have remained closed. What happens between you and Yujin stays between you and Yujin, leaving just your silhouettes through the sheer curtains being the only preview for any curious onlookers to see.

[sapphim]

Monstrous Wardens Masterpost

A great big collection of text from the Dragon Age games and novels about darkspawn, Grey Wardens, and the Calling, to fuel everyone's monstrous wardens headcanons.

This has actually been sitting in my drafts for like half a year now bc I thought I really should scrounge around for more quotes from Last Flight, Awakening, and Legacy. That... didn't happen, and there's really no sense in holding off longer. If I ever do get around to it, I'll pull more quotes to add. But I consider this complete as is. enjoy~

—

The Song

The Old Gods will call to you, From their ancient prisons they will sing. Dragons with wicked eyes and wicked hearts, On blacken'd wings does deceit take flight, The First of My children, lost to night.

—Canticle of Silence 3:6, Dissonant Verse

     “The Old Gods beckon, as they always have.” The Architect turned and paced to the other side of the cell. The shadows cast on the walls by the glowstone danced ominously. “That is what you hear. To my people, it is a call that we cannot ignore. It whispers to our blood and compels us to seek the Old Gods out. We search and search for their prisons, and when we find one, we touch the face of perfection and thus desecrate it forever.”

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 6

     So close. We nearly reached him. Made it down to what looked like a dwarven thaig where the song was actually audible, real and thrumming through the air, not just in our heads. It rattled through the lyrium pillars and shook the earth beneath our feet to its dreadful tempo.

—[DAI] Note: Ancient Warden Logbook

     There were creatures in that land. Dark things that lurked in the corners. Cole couldn’t see them, and didn’t want to. He worried that they could see him, however. […]      And worse, there was the music. He didn’t know what it was, but it seemed to come from far, far off. It called to him, but not in a pleasant way— it had an urgency that sped his heart and made his blood burn. The dark creatures, the lurkers, they listened to it. He didn’t know how he knew that, but he could feel them out there, craning their necks, raising taloned hands toward that call.

—Dragon Age: Asunder, chapter 9

     As the griffon began to climb through the clouds that followed the Blight, Isseya heard a faint, strange melody seep into her mind. She had no sense of it as actual sound; rather, it seemed to come from within, almost as if she were humming the tune to herself.      She could never have imagined such a song, though. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever heard. Aching and ethereal, it seemed to pull her toward a memory of nostalgic bliss that she had somehow lost—but that she would do anything to recover. Anything at all. […]      “What was it?” the elf asked, shaken. […]      “The Archdemon.” […]      For the rest of their ride back to Antiva City, Isseya sat small and quiet on Blacktalon’s back, unable to reconcile the horrors of the darkspawn with the sweetness of their song.

—Dragon Age: Last Flight, chapter 3

The Chorus

     The faint sounds of movement ahead got more frequent, and along with them, they began to hear a strange humming. It was deep and alien, a reverberating sound that they felt in their chests and that made their skin crawl. […]      The deep humming was coming from [the creature. It] was moaning softly, almost chanting, and this moan built upon the sounds of many others behind it in the shadows. They hummed in unison, a hushed and deadly whisper the creatures spoke as one. […]      All of them walked as calmly as the first, shambling toward them while moaning and hissing softly. The sound was loud now, reverberating around them like a physical force. […]      They watched the darkspawn advance, their weapons held at the ready. Even with their prey cornered, the creatures did not accelerate. Their hum became louder, reached a hungry, fever pitch.

—Dragon Age: The Stolen Throne, chapter 14

     Were they digging? He had the impression that the masses of them were all engaged in some sort of industry, all united in moving great portions of the rock out of the cavern and expanding it even further. Yet there were no sounds of tools crashing against stone, no hammering sounds or grunts of exertion. All he could hear was a rhythmic groan, a keening pitch that it seemed each of the darkspawn contributed to. The sound of it made his skin crawl, and he realized that the chorus in the distance responded to it. Like a cat that arched its back to meet a brushing hand it became ecstatic; it surged and almost overwhelmed his senses.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 6

The Senses

     They were more than simply skilled at fighting darkspawn; they knew them intimately. They sensed their presence, sometimes even gleaned their intent.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 4

     He could feel the darkspawn out there now. Genevieve was right. It just took some time to become acclimated. They were at the edge of his consciousness, lurking in the shadows far out of sight. It was that same feeling when someone was standing behind you, and you didn’t hear them or sense them in any way; you just knew.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 5

     Bregan closed his eyes and carefully reached out with his senses. There were darkspawn all around him. Not in the same room, perhaps, but nearby. He could feel them tickling at the edge of his mind. As always, the sensation came with a feeling of foulness, as if a poison had seeped under his skin.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 2

     “There is a taint that is within the darkspawn […] A darkness that pervades us, compels us, drives us to rail against the light. It is in our blood and corrupts the very world around us.” The creature gestured toward Bregan with a withered, taloned hand. “It is also within your blood. It is what makes you what you are, what you sense in us and we in you.”

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 2

Anders: Hmm. Hawke: What's wrong? Anders: I think [the Grey Wardens are] nearby. Anders: Or it could be darkspawn.

—Dragon Age II

     The hunter had a sensitivity to the taint that went far beyond any tracking ability he might have learned during his time with the Ash Warriors. He was always the first to sense the approach of darkspawn, and he could discern between the various breeds by their scent alone. Some of the Grey Wardens even used to claim that Kell could do the same with them, sense who was who from afar just as if they were darkspawn. If so, the hunter never commented on it.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 11

     She felt Bregan out there, felt him just the same as she felt the darkspawn. Every now and again she would turn a corner in the tunnels and would feel her brother’s presence on the edge of her senses, almost as if his scent had been carried to her somehow on an invisible wind.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 15

The Dreams

Alistair: Oh… and then there were the nightmares. Duncan said it was part of how we sense the darkspawn. We tap into their… well, I don't know what you'd call it. Their “group mind.” Alistair: And when we sleep, it's even worse. You learn to block it out after a while, but at first it's hard. It's supposed to be worse for those who Join during a Blight. How is it for you? Warden: Nightmares… yes, I know what you mean. Alistair: Some people never have much trouble, but that's rare. Others have trouble sleeping their entire life. They're just more sensitive, I suppose. Alistair: Everyone ends up the same, though. Once you reach a certain age, the real nightmares come. That's how a Grey Warden knows his time has come.

—Dragon Age: Origins

     The dream, when it came, was similar to the hundreds of dreams Fiona had suffered since she’d become a Grey Warden. Before, however, it had always felt as if she was looking on the dream from afar, hazy and easy to forget. Now it was crystal clear.      Fiona stood on a battlefield littered with dead men. All of them were soldiers in heavy armor, knights wearing the griffon standard of the order. Each had been brutally slaughtered. The smell of blood and decay hung thick and cloying in the air, the buzzing sound of flies nipping at her senses.      Overhead, the sky filled with an endless, roiling black cloud. It looked like ink spreading slowly in water, a great stain that blotted out the horizon. She had been told about this. The first sign of the Blight, said the Grey Wardens, is found in the clouds. When the mighty dragon rises, its corruption touches the world and spreads.      She was alone on that field of corpses. All alone. The wind picked up, a sickly breeze that carried with it the stench of carrion. A gloom fell upon her, and she stumbled as she watched something rise from out of the field of bodies nearby. It was enormous. A great, black thing that was as cold and terrible as anything she could have imagined.      Fear pulsed through her. Her heart raced, and she looked away. She didn’t want to see it. She threw her hands up in front of her eyes not to see it. Yet still she felt it coming. Her foot caught between two corpses and made her fall back on top of them. Dead flesh pressed against her and still she covered her eyes. Still she felt the darkness surging ever closer to her.      It was coming. And it was coming for her.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 14

The Calling

Hawke: You don't look well, Bethany. Are you injured? Bethany: Injured? I have the darkspawn taint forever in my veins, barely held in check by the Wardens' rituals. Bethany: I will never be well again.

—Dragon Age II

     At first, it was just a whisper. A creak in the door hinge I could put off oiling. But soon, all I could hear was the music. It was there when I swung my staff and wiped the sweat from my brow. It lingered in Lyam's laughter and stalked my dreams. I can't explain the sound—the song—but I knew. It's a poison that grows in the mind, then consumes the body.

—[DAI: The Descent] Codex Entry: Warden Ailsa's Diary

     It scratches at my thoughts, the music almost a voice, at once unearthly and beautiful. I found myself humming it aloud a few days past. Where once it intruded, it now feels a natural part of my mind's course. It coils around memories I hold dear—training with Ser Keller, riding in the moonlight, my mother's face the last time I saw her—and inserts itself into them, so that I could almost swear that music, that sense of a presence watching and calling, had always been a part of what I remember.

—[DAI] Codex Entry: Regarding the Calling

     She had seen enough of the corruption to last a lifetime, and somewhere off in the far distance was that strange sound, the beautiful whispering.      She didn’t want to listen to it, but couldn’t help herself. She closed her eyes and tried to pick out what the whisper was saying. Was it a song? Was it a name? It almost seemed that it was calling out to her, stroking her soul ever so softly. . . .

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 14

     The humming sound, however, was stronger even than before. It was no longer something muted and distant; it was everywhere. It was behind the walls and under the floor; it filled the shadows and caressed his skin. There was a terrible beauty to it now, an awful yearning that pulsated within the sound, a tugging that pulled at the edge of his consciousness and yet frightened and nauseated him at the same time.      The humming had eclipsed any sense he had of the darkspawn. Any attempt he made to reach out with his mind to sense where the creatures were found only a wall of beautiful sound instead. Like a weed, it had insinuated itself into his consciousness, blocking out anything useful.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 6

     The far-off chorus had become a powerful symphony, a great swell of beautiful music that no longer pounded to get inside his head but instead tickled at the edges of his thoughts. It was far easier to ignore, but now he found it distracting. He found himself losing his train of thought whenever he listened.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 10

     The taint fogged her thoughts a little more with each passing morning. Her diary, once a detailed chronicle of every day’s thoughts, went neglected for weeks, sometimes months. She was losing her mind.      She wasn’t the only one, of course. It had gotten harder to tell the reality of the Blight from the horrors of her dreams. Sometimes she wasn’t sure which one she walked through, or which one she fought in. The elf had learned to recognize the confusion that sometimes passed over other senior Wardens’ faces. They, too, heard the Archdemon’s song echoing through their heads, a trifle louder every night. They, too, fought to block it out and to hide the signs from their comrades…

—Dragon Age: Last Flight, chapter 21

     My body is breaking down. The fingernails were the first to go. I started to itch all over, and when I scratched, they peeled back. Clumps of hair fell away. Then clumps of flesh.      I hear a song in my head. It's deafening. The most beautiful thing I've ever heard. But I don't hear it with my ears. It's in my brain. A blissful sound. This must be the call for which the darkspawn yearn, what causes them to dig so feverishly.      I'd still rather die. Suppose that's something.

—[DAI] Codex Entry: To Be Corrupted

     His skin itched terribly underneath those bandages, but he resisted the urge to peel them off. The pain throughout his body was dull but insistent, as if his body protested against this unfamiliar movement. The sluggishness made him wary. There was a thickness to his blood, a deliberateness to his heartbeat that made him feel like something alien was crawling inside of him and sapping his strength.      […His arms] were half covered in dark blotches. At first, he wondered if that was some kind of injury, or perhaps a bloodstain. But then he noticed the texture of the skin within those discolored areas: rough and withered, just as darkspawn flesh was. […]      Every part of his skin that wasn’t covered by the greyed cloth bandages was corrupted. It was like a network of black mold working its way across his entire body, and everywhere it touched he could feel a hot buzzing underneath the flesh. It was difficult to look at.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 6

     The Architect stared into Utha’s eyes and nothing happened at first. Then black veins began to appear along her hand where the darkspawn touched her. They became darker and darker, the veins branching until her entire hand was criss-crossed with them. […]      Her flesh withered and curled, the air filling with the foul stench of decay. […]      The stain on her skin spread, crawling up her neck and covering her face. Her coppery hair began to grey, and then it became white. Her long braid twisted and curled behind her, like a match that was burning itself into a cinder. Her eyes shot open, blood red, and she opened her mouth in a soundless scream... and what wisps remained of her hair simply fell out.      And then it was done.

—Dragon Age: The Calling, chapter 16

Bonus entry that made me go "hey what the fuck"

     What I remember most is its tongue flapping against a row of spiky teeth. I'd heard emissaries possessed the ability to speak, but the words were unnatural. They twisted and lurched as they left the creature's mouth, accompanied with a spray of saliva.      "Have you ever experienced living flesh ground between your teeth?" it asked Mila before biting through her throat.

—[DAI: The Descent] Codex Entry: Darkspawn Emissary

[ma1dita]

Luke x Thanatos!daughter reader? like maybe she was wings and Luke finally sees them. (headcanons, fluff, or smut. your choice.)

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x thanatos!reader

i think this is such a cool concept! luke is not the type of guy to shy away from darkness so let’s dive into it: some about you, some about the relationship yall would have

about you

you’re not scared of death at all, since it would mean being with your father—you’re very headstrong and daring

i think people would think the worst of demigods associated with death, but in reality there’s a softer side to you, one that holds a dying squirrel until it passes safely, or sings an injured camper to sleep on the battlefield so that your dad can carry them to the afterlife; i feel like you’d be able to take away their pain as well

you’d probably be able to have the same transportation powers your dad has, flickering into a shadow to travel or something cool like that

maybe on an actual scarier level, you’d have control over someone’s lifeforce through shadows like in peter pan

you’re a bit of a lurker, but not in a creepy sense—you have a calming presence to you that helps people feel at ease no matter the situation

you can sense when someone’s about to die like it’s a bad taste in your mouth or goosebumps on your skin

if you were trying to hide your wings to try not to stand out (because teens are teens and its easier to try to fit in) i wonder if wings would feel like growing pains, or like they’re trying to escape from under your skin; i would hope they’re more comfortable to have out though! gorgeous and huge like that of an angel

you and luke:

yall are literally ride or dies. literally where one goes the other follows because death is not the end for the two of you

i think he’d think your wings are sick (and sexy but hey…) you flying around with him trying to follow you in his shoes he got from his dad could create some crazy situations if you know what i mean

you two would race across the sky at camp and meet at the top of half-blood hill <3

you can tame luke’s anger well since you’re a true chaotic neutral, by just holding his hand his rage is contained

he always encourages you to be your truest self and spread your wings (literally) who cares if someone tries to pick on you for how big they are or how scary you look they should be more scared of him because he’ll start a fight for it (luke is your scary dog privilege)

luke has very fidgety hands as a son of hermes so i think you’d always catch him stroking the feathers of your wings absentmindedly

everything is attainable when you two are together, you make him understand the balance of life and death as your father did to you—this may or may not sway his decision to become a human vessel, but you’d be with him through it all

[obsidianpen]

hello obsidianpen

I've been kind of a lurker in here for a while and i love how you interact with everyone

I had a question about ron

I know that a while back you were saying the reasons why people might not like him and it boiled down to him fucking up in big important moments and also how he and Hermione ended up together wasn't great

But can i ask what makes him capable of cheating in your eyes? Because cheating's not just having sex with someone other than your gf or bf

It's also kind of saying a one night stand was more important than not breaking your partner's heart and more importantly their ability to trust others and they've been friends for so long i find it hard to believe he would do that to her

Now bear in mind i haven't read the books I've only watched the movies which is why I'm asking you this....and this is in no way a criticism of your work

If this ask is too long and bothersome you have my apologies i loved this chapter thank you so much for writing it... Tom being so utterly besotted with Hermione will never not melt my heart

well, if you think movie Ron was okay you def wouldn’t think book Ron would do that! I guess the thing is that no one who cheats has a thought process like ‘welp time to go break my lovers heart into a thousand pieces by getting black out drunk and hooking up with a girl who used to be besties with my dead ex-girlfriend when she throws herself at me at the bar, also black out drunk, also deplorably sad.’ For Ron specifically, his character flaws were that he always wanted his own sort of fame, was resentful of always being in Harry’s and his brothers shadows, and he tended to make stupid decisions when he got some attention of his own (which is how lavender happened in the first place, even though he wanted hermione. Guess you could also add Viktor Krums shadow to that list). So, much more attention + being away from his gf for long periods of time + being wasted etc etc = making an even bigger, stupider decision.

anyway I’m not justifying it, or even saying I think it’s a totally canon Ron move. But it’s possible. Anyone is possible of doing any number of hurtful things if the set up is right. And that’s just what I decided to do for this fic - in NG, he would never. But they’re also married so there’s that 😬

[seeminglydark]

Hey um, so this is actually my first time typing anything on tumblr, partially because I only got it a couple months ago (something something healing my inner child because I only managed to secretly log into Webtoons during my younger years) and I am also a chronic lurker. Alas, it is the night hours and this, combined with listening to the first episode of Mil-Liminal has moved me to emerge, if only for a moment.

Sorry, this is strange. I am typing to someone I do not know who has written so much that is so close to my heart. Something about the first episode just really hit. Maybe it’s cause of how I can relate. Maybe it’s cause listening to it felt a little too real as if maybe you or someone you knew could relate. The thought makes me really sad but also less alone. Is that messed up?

Regardless, thank you so much for everything you make. Every success you have makes me really happy, and seeing you expand over the years to now being able to hear “Caro’s” voice after imagining it for so long- just awesome. Now if I may impose my nagging that I give to my friends upon you, please take care of yourself, make space and recognize the inherent worth you have, know that rest is necessary and you do not need to earn it, and thank you for everything you have done for the community and for all the dark times of my life you have lighted.

Hey, Hi. Even as a person who literally writes for a living, I'm always at a loss for words. Thank you. Thank you for summoning courage and coming out of the shadows for a second to send me this message. I want you to know it moved me to tears (don't worry, crying's healthy.) It's not messed up to feel less alone by listening to my stories, because you're right. Almost everything I write, I have experienced in some kinda way. That includes breaking free from control, running away, and living in my car and suddenly not knowing who the hell I even was (not from my parents though, as in Caro's case.) My writing is and has always been a way to process and express my own grief, healing, yearning, and wishing, identity, and sexuality. The fact that it can hit other people who might be going through or went through similar things actually makes it even more worth while to me. And you don't need to be sad for the things I've gone through, because it brought me here. Almost middle-aged, the bad times feel like an old nightmare I can barely remember, Breathing, Heart beating, ALIVE and with stories to tell, and if I'm lucky, some hope to share. Cuz there is hope, and don't you forget that.

Thank you again, from the very bottom of my heart. This whole message is really so special to me in the deepest most profound way possible. I want to reply to the last paragraph with something great to say, you know what I mean? Words are hard though. So instead I'll thank you again, and I'll ask that you have that same grace for yourself too, and leave you with a little drawing of a kid figuring out their life, even though they feel really lost right now, the wonderful thing about Caro's story is that we already know it's going to be ok one day. -RJ

[kraeki]

Warning - personal yapping post ahead!

That post I just reblogged about making friends on Tumblr reminded me that yesterday marks one year since I posted my first media post on Tumblr. It was an Andy/Ibou hug, very on brand for me 🫂🥰

When I decided to stop lurking and try to be an active member of this little community we have here, I could have never imagined I’d be where I’m at today. I’m lucky enough to have gotten to know so many funny, kind, interesting and amazing people during the past year. Some of them I now consider among my closest friends.

It honestly kind of frightens me how close I was to never experiencing any of it because it was hugely out of my comfort zone to establish any sort of internet presence. I’ve been a fandom lurker since 2005, it was always too scary/confusing/intimidating for me to step out of the shadows on any platforms for any fandoms. I really don’t know what made me start a football tumblr last summer, if it was just stars aligning finally or if the community on here seemed so open and friendly, whatever it was I’m so glad I did!!

In case any lurkers read this, if you are contemplating starting a blog too or wondering how to get to know people on here, I would just like to say that I have found that the key to enjoying Tumblr is to just be yourself, post the stuff that you find interesting, without a care in the world what anyone thinks about it. That will attract the correct brand of people to you that are just as weird about things as you are. You don’t even need to do original posts, reblog stuff that’s on brand for you and show us your personality in the tags!! Some of my faves on here I got to know because I saw we had things in common based on the tags. I even share a brain now with someone who’s first interaction with me was writing an absolutely unhinged tag essay on a video I posted that compelled me to message her 😭

Anyway, I’m so happy to be here with all of you guys! Looking forward to another year of this ❤️

[sitp-recs]

Can I ask what made you leave the fandom and what made you come back to it?

I have a love/hate relationship with it, in the sense that I love it soooo much that it can take over everything else. It’s addictive and I often find myself consuming an unhealthy amount of fics, and I can’t stop it. I feel it’s a blessing and a curse at the same time.

I feel you anon 🫂 hyperfixations are self-care but can also get unhealthy very quickly and it’s hard to manage our fandom engagement when we’re “in the zone”. I used to feel bad about it but now I indulge small breaks at the slightest sign of burnout, just to take a breather. I must have taken at least 3 breaks in the past 2 years (the blog was still active, I just wasn’t reading or reccing anything for a while). The reasons vary between feeling overwhelmed with too many new fics, feeling disconnected from fandom in general, or finding competing obsessions that take my fic time and energy away.

The longer breaks I mentioned before had other reasons: first one (2008-2011) due to an intense studying time between high school years and university entry, I barely did anything else and only came back to fandom because AO3 was launched and I found RurouniHime 🙌 then I got fully immersed in the MCU between 2013 and 2019, following the first Avengers movie.

Stony was a short-lived but very passionate ship phase for me, I was almost as obsessed as I am with Drarry and joined Tumblr to interact with the community, not a shy lurker anymore! But Civil War effectively killed the ship for me and I moved onto another OTP before losing interest in the MCU completely after Tony was killed off. Major kudos to @quicksilvermaid for dragging me back into Drarry by unknowingly posting the incredible Who we are in the shadows on my birthday, felt like a sign 💘

I used to come back because I loved the HP universe and was constantly revisiting the books and movies. Now JK has ruined that, so I come back for the sense of community, and to share this experience with the friends I’ve made here. Creating this blog and connecting with people changed my whole fandom experience - even if sometimes I still enjoy being a lurker and exploring smaller, less overwhelming fandoms! Take care of yourself, anon. Enjoy the ride but don’t let the addictive aspect take you away from enjoying life and your other hobbies! 💜

[wings-of-ink]

Hi! (this got a bit long, sorry for that,,)

I just finished reading the update and wanted to let you know I absolutely loved it! It was such a pleasant read, even if it wasn't packed with drama and action to the brim—I feel like a palate cleanser like this was appropriate after such an eventful start to the story.

I loved all the interactions between the characters, the dynamic between Oswin and Nathanael is especially fun. Actually, Nathanael by himself is fun. The oats sowing euphemism made me laugh more than it should have because, yes, I'm childish like that. What a dork; I love him. (I'm imagining now a scene in an alternate universe where MC stumbles up to Oswin dazed out of their mind after they shared a pipe with Nathanael, which is immediately followed by Oswin grabbing the merchant and shaking him until he spills out what it is he smokes—because we all know it ain't just plain ol' tobacco—and how could he let MC of all the three other people gathered take a drag, all while MC and Zahn sit by the fire, watching a looney tunes cartoon unfold before them.)

Oh, and Zahn! Oh man. Can I just say if they asked, I would give them anything? (the world, the universe, the stars; you name it.) Actually, no, scratch that—they don't even have to ask; I would just bring them all the yummy food and warm blankets and pamper them until they accept they are worth it, because they! are! not! a bad! person! Also, I don't know why, but before they were introduced, I had this image of them being a character that would only appear here and there (you know, like every story has a character that just doesn't get enough screen time), but knowing they'll be tagging along for a while longer makes me really happy! Right now it feels like a circus lol we have a horse (maybe also a mule), an elk, a cat and a golden retriever✨.

I also found it particularly interesting how you implemented the hobbies! To be honest, I haven't read the flavor text for all of them yet, but I picked sewing as soon as I saw it as an option (no reason, I just liked the idea). My MC chose to be a healer, so learning that they were the most trusted with stitching up wounds was a really nice touch. (Not to mention they can—and will—make/mend clothing for Zahn in secret and then surprise them while they least expect it… >:P) Once their journey is over and the MC comes back to Stonebrook, they're going to wait for Nathanael to pass by with his cart and give Shadow a little kitty sweater💖.

This is already too long, sorryy; I just get very excited when I find a story that pulls me in and refuses to let go. Seriously, I keep thinking about it way too much lol. I'm usually a simple lurker and nothing but, however, I do believe there's never enough praise and encouragement! You've done amazing so far, and I know it's only going to get better. (Can't wait to meet the rest of the cast; I keep daydreaming about Rune.. it's getting serious)

Thank you for your hard work, and I hope you have a nice and cozy rest of the weekend! <33

No worries, Anon, sometimes you just have a lot to say! ^_^

I am so glad you enjoyed the chapter! I am hoping to update it soon. I'm adding a few extra optional moments to spend with all three of your camping companions. Fingers crossed for more shenanigans.

Nathanael cracks me up too. I find fun in writing for all of them, but I feel like he gives me more liberties. I wrote the oats line and made myself crack up, but thought most wouldn't find it quite as funny so I'm glad you did! Also, your imagination is pretty much spot on with that scenario!

The hobby section was fun, but also a little bit of a slog for me to write since it was huge, so you won't find a ton of differences. The exception is the singing hobby. I really want to incorporate original music in some way, but I have zero - absolute zero - skills in it, including writing lyrics. I went a little extra, and I found a small artist to help me out, though the type of song I asked for was like waaay out of their normal wheelhouse, lol. I think they did a wonderful job. They are listed in the credits too.

I can't wait to give you a chance to spoil Zahn a bit! They need it and will adore you for it! Well, they will adore you pretty well regardless, lol. Shadow does not like clothing, but he's also getting attached to MC - best bed he's tried probably ever - so he'll make an exception to wear the little sweater.

I am so glad that you are living a bit in my little world. I can't wait for you to experience more! Thank you so much for the wonderful message, it lit up my day! As someone who usually just lurks as well, your reaching out warms my heart. ^_^

[jintaka-hane]

OMG!!! You've got a milestone too???

So cool!!! Congratulations!!!

I want to see what do you make for it 😚

I can't believe it's been a year for me too. I just came following the trail of a Snail from AO3, expecting to be a lurker, reading and following from the shadows. I'm so happy you came out too to play with all of us 🥰

Thank you vita!! 🤗

Time goes by very quickly on tumblr!!! And if it's reading fics from our fictional husbands even more!!! 😂

A year here would not have been the same without you. You are one of the first people who started to support me and comment on my publications, and you are one of the people I love the most in the fandom 💕

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

✨2023: A Summary✨

Post your most popular and/or favourite edit/gifset/analysis for each month (it’s okay to skip months!)

I was tagged by @telomeke (thanks! 😘)

Also appreciation that this post helped me finally take the time to figure out how to find my blog archive, lol.

January-June 2023

No posts! I was still in my lurker phase. Somehow I thought I had started earlier, but it's just been 6 months! That is insane to me. It has felt so much longer. Timey whimey and all that. Clearly I have made up for lost time. Now I cannot not talk about stuff on here.

July 2023

most popular - A whole 19 notes! When I was still totally on board for Be Mine Superstar. That did not last.

favorite - My very first post, in defense of Tai in La Pluie. Not so much because of the content, but it was the moment I just had to say something, and I'm so glad I did. Once you break the ice, it's so natural to keep going.

August 2023

most popular - My first genuinely popular post, and still my most popular post, where I joke about gay mafia. I start to get an idea of what makes y'all tick. It still gets likes now. I find that hilarious.

favorite - I think this one, on Hidden Agenda. It was the first time I started to genuinely dip into analysis, and I think I was on to something, considering what we learn about Zo and his mom's relationship!

September 2023

most popular - My cuddling friends agenda is supported!

favorite - I am deep in my Papang love. And yes, he is absolutely delicious, but is also such an amazing actor, and needs to be a goddamn lead already. Closely followed by my Bosston appreciation post, he rocked my socks in Be Mine.

October 2023

most popular - We were all losing our minds over Kiseki, clearly. Normally my recaps aren't that far-reaching, but this one apparently hit right at the high point of Chen Yi/Ai Di fever.

favorite - My proposal for GMMTV, inspired by @respectthepetty's gym bros post. YinWar have come through for me, which means that Petty deserves some goddamn Gym Bros already!!

November 2023

most popular - I love that this one was popular, because I still laugh at Meen's perfect "howwwww" face.

favorite - My thoughts on Shadow and forgiveness. As someone who's had family harmed by a religious figure, and as someone who worked in human services for a while, I have a lot of feelings about how often forgiveness is used as a cudgel against victims. And I got a private message from someone that my post actually helped them with how they were feeling after the episode. Which means so very much. And I reassert - it's up to you and no one else if you forgive, and it's ok if you decide you never will.

December 2023

most popular - Another one I'm so pleased was popular, because Saint deserves it. Also I like ranting about how much I like people or things. So much more fun than ranting about what I hate.

favorite - my love letter to you all. And I mean it!

I think anyone else I would tag has already been covered by @telomeke, but if we missed anyone, feel free to tag yourself!

Also, if you've been hesitating to stop lurking and start posting, just do it! The rewards are plentiful. This is a great corner of tumblr. We are nice people. You'll be ok.

[tanat-a]

Hi, I've been a lurker here for a long time, and I have begun to write my first novel. It started as a personal thing, but then a friend of mine recommended me to post it here to see if people like it, so here it goes.

(This story is my attempt to merge a western magic system and an Eastern magic system so if you have any thoughts about my writing please tell me.)

Chapter 1 Rainbow Crystal Cave

Huang Lei awoke with a groan in the darkness of Rainbow Crystal Cave. He tried to get up, but a searing pain permeated the entirety of his body. Looking at himself, he could see that his cloak was tattered and frayed, while his tunic and pants had holes in them. Compared to the rest of his apparel, his hair was unblemished.

"That's the last time i don't secure my rope tightly" He said to himself.

Huang came here in search of some crystals to sell ,crystals from Rainbow Crystal Cave are higly priced making it a profitable venture to go and collect them even when one considers the danger, he had climed Steep Star mountain to get to the mouth of the cave, and even avoided a few shadow stalker wolves on his way here. The first step he took he saw that the cave had many levels and tunnles but he didn't see any crystals, so he secured his rope to a rock and descended. But the rope he was using got loose from where he secured it. Sending him tumbling down the cave.

Ignoring the pain he forces himself up and goes to a nearby puddle to look at himself. There he sees a man with black coarse hair tied into a topknot with a silver hairpin sideways into the top knot. His face was angular like that of a finely cut diamond, his complexion was deep like that of a dark amber, his eyebrows were thick and arched, his nose was straight and sharp and his mouth was thin and straight. His deep-set eyes were as blue as the ocean and as clear as gemstone. Most people who met him discribe him as a saphire due to his eyes and complexion, Some would say he was wasting his looks by beaing a wayfarer instead of working as an entertainer for the nobles of The Crimson Star Empire.

But Huang never liked living a life of monotony. Haung grew up in an orphanage in Verdant Meadow City, ever since a young age he liked exploring and experiencing new things even if it left him dirt-poor most of the time. Having left the orphanage he has spent five years travelling through the Bountiful Hills reagion of the empire. He had heard of a merchant willing to pay one jade carp for a Rainbow mana crystal from the Rainbow Crystal Cave, most people weren't interested in a sure death even for that much money. But Huang thought it would be interesting to go see Rainbow Crytal cave too, so he thought it would kill two birds with one stone.

Huang looked to where he had fallen from and saighed "If you fly too close to the sun you will get burned. It seems that I overestimated myself this time... again." He fell a quarter of a li ,which is about 125 meters, it was a miracle he even survived.

'It seems the heavens favor the foolish today' he tought to himself. looking around to see if he could find anything to help him get up and out of the cave. He found his backpack which had five packaged meals, a torch, and a knife.

Lightning his torch he ventured deeper into the cave. While walking along a cave tunnel he saw something reflect the light of his torch back at him.

Rushing towards the object Huang suddenly heard hissing coming from in front of him. Waving his torch forward he found that the object was a scepter, but the scepter was entangled in a large spider nest. The spider nest was so large it was as tall as Huang and had so many webs woven together that it was impossible to see what was underneath. Only the top of the scepter was poking out. On top of the nest was a Yin Venom Spider. The Yin Venom Spider was as black as tar with ivory white eyes and fangs.

The spider hissed at Huang and lifted it's front legs trying to intimidate him. Huang was frozen he had never face a beast like a Yin Venom Spider before.

Thinking to himself Haung though of his options. 'What now Haung? A Yin Venom Spider is staring you down maybe you should backup and go back and try to climb the cave... But that scepter would Fetch a nice price, and there might be something in the nest to help me get out.' So he decided to attack.

Unwrapping a packaged meal and putting on the ground in front of the spider, he then stepped back. The spider climed down and started to eat the meal. Huang turned his back to the spider and ran but it lunged at him nearly biting his leg. Haung pressed his torch into the spider's face with a sizzling noise and a piercing shriek the spider pulled back and tried to bite Huang. He block it in time with his torch, but the spider pushed Huang down on the floor with its superior strength.

The spider used it razor sharp legs to rain a flurry of piercing blows against Huang Lei. Clothes were pierced and bones were broken as the spider landed blow after blow on Huang. He took his knife and stabbed it into the spider's neck, making it jump away.

Getting up Huang took note of his injuries. He had a broken rib, a broken left arm and a broken left leg, and had holes in his flesh the size of a coin on his upper torso.

The spider jumped and opened it fangs preparing to bite Huang. He tried to block it but his injuries prevented him from moving his torch quickly. The spider bit his arm and he felt yin Venom flowing into him. He tried to scream but no noise came out. It was like his body was becoming ice. He saw the knife was still in the spider's neck, he grabbed the knife, and kicked the spider in its abdomen to move it to his right side and dragged the knife across the spider's neck.

The spider was still moving. He stabbed it again, and again, and again. Stepping back he collapsed. The sound of his breathing and the crackling of his torch was the only sound in the cave.

Huang tried to get up but his muscles wouldn't move the yang Venom having turned it into something akin to ice rather than flesh and it kept felt like it was shifting and changing under his skin. Reaching for his torch to warm him up he only moved his fingers before he passed out.

Waking up Huang felt that something was off and very, very wrong. His bones were not broken anymore, but his flesh didn't have holes in it like it should have. His chest felt tight, and his hair felt longer and smoother than before.

Huang was panicking. 'This is not normal, not normal at all. Did someone come and patch me up or something?'

Getting up he went to a small puddle and looked to see if he was really healed. In the puddle he looked he shifted his face and paused each time, pausing longer and longer each time he shifted his face. A second passed, then ten, then a minute. He than spat blood.

"EEHHHHHHHH!!!" A loud shout sounded throughout the cave, bats woke up and flew in massive swarms, insects skittered aimlessly hoping to avoid a being capable of creating such a sound, birds on the surface woke up and fled from their nest, and a merchant near the area heard a noise coming from the Rainbow Crystal Cave he ignored it and continued on his path. Though he did note that it sounded feminine.

Huang was fully panicked now pacing back and forth and occasionally checking his reflection in the puddle. Blood kept pouring out of his mouth due to the nature of what happened to him.

"NO, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING. THIS HAS TO BE A DREAM." Huang shouted in a feminine voice throughout the cave. A single thwack was heard, then more thwacks were heard. " I HAVE TO WAKE UP. I HAVE TO WAKE UP." Huang was slapping himself.

What haung saw in the puddle wasn't the man that was him what he saw was a woman, with a heart-like face, a small thin nose, thin arched eyebrows, thin delicate lips, and a complexion that was as pale as porcelain. The woman's black hair was straight and silky, a part of her hair was put up in a bun with bangs sweeping to her left, while the rest of her hair flowed to the middle of her back. There was a silver hairpin sticking sideways in the bun. Her eyes were as blue as that of saphires and were as clear as if they were made of glass. Her body was like that of a hourglass, her limbs were thin and delicate looking, their lenght perfectly complementing her frame, with no blemishes in sight. Those who saw her would say she was a jade beauty who came from the heavens to grace the mortal plane.

This was now Huang Lei's body.

(This story will now start to use female pronouns to refer to Huang)

"Why me?" Huang said with a dejected tone. Sulking next to the spider nest she saw that her torch was still lit. 'Maybe there's something in there that can help me.' Huang though as she looked to the spider nest, after all there must be something there that could help she tried to reassure her self of this delusion.

Burning the nest what was left after the fire finished burning was a skeleton, held in its hand was what looked like a diary. The scepter that Huang had seen clattered to the ground, she picked it up.

Shen then swung it around madly while shouting for it to turn her back into a man. She spent ten minutes trying... it didn't work. Exhausted she went to the diary and began to read it.

The diary was a diary of a mage who was studying cultivation and cultivators. While reading she saw a section on Yin, it might help with what happened to him considering she was bit with yin venom she though, it read that

"In the dark of night

Where formless is ice

Where Moonlight is bright

Where winter's in sight

Silent and passive

The night sends missives

That calm is elusive

Yet it is submissive

The girl watches from below

The woman readies a bellow

To greet the moon's glow

Which they all follow"

Huang sat there unmoving considering the poem for moments on end, until she took a breath and closed the diary.

"WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?!" Huang having not understood what the poem meant. Skipping ahead hoping that she would find an explanation on the poem, afterall a wizard had to do research right?

"Yin and yang are opposites, no not this one... there is always balance between... enough with the flowery prose already... Ah, here it is, the cultivators believe that the Yin represents the feminine aspect of a person... the more Yin they have the more feminine they are... This males it so that a man with and excess of Yin qi will turn into a woman, and vice-versa for the effects of Yang qi" Huang sat there still contemplating the new information.

She sat there for an hour. 'That means I can be a man again as long as I get more of this yang stuff in me right?' Yet her hopes were dashed as she continued to read. "One can only switch between Yin and yang once in their life, anymore and they will die. Due to this fact many sects have used the switching of Yin and yang as an execution method. I heard that the Vituous Flower Sect..."

Huang sat there motionless. "This... this can't be real... it can't... it can't..." she muttered weakly hoping the words she was speaking was true. But the reality was Huang was stuck like this for the rest of her life.

Huang just sat there all day, sulking, dead to the world around her. Until her hunger made her get up and unpacked a meal. 'Three more meals... I have to get out of this cave fast... but do I want to. My life is changed beyond any recognition, i didn't choose this fate the heavens chose it for me. Should I just stay here?' Huang though to herself succumbing to depression at having her entire world turned upside down, at being in a cave underground one li away from the surface, having her fate dictated by something else, alone, and without knowing if she will ever get out.

Suddenly she stood up and grabbed the diary stowing it away in her pack picking up the knife and the scepter. With fire in her eyes she looked up and made her decision.

"NO, I won't let this be the end. So what if my entire world view just did turned upon its head. I'm still alive and kicking, and if the heavens have decreed that my life isn't a thing that I can decide for myself, then I shall face the heavens." She declared to the heavens themselves and as if responding to her will a ball of light gather on the head of the staff.

[funeralcryptid]

Hello! I am Ver and I really like your readings♥️ You are one of the few people that gives me inspiration to become a better divination reader in general.

I am a lurker here but I do really admire your readings truly🫶🏻

I am curious to get a reading from you and I saw you opened up free readings. I am also open for an exchange with you! If your readings are closed feel free to delete this ask.

I offer you this song “Hope is the thing with feathers” by Chevy, especially this part of lyrics:

We rise together as our destiny unfolds

We face the darkness and our trials are yet untold

Through the shadows of despair

Oh, in silence, hopes we share, woah, woah

To chase our dreams that we've declared

We glimpse, through our eyes

Yet fools, blind our sights

Can't make what they say

We'll find our way, we'll find our way

The question is this: how to clear out my fears of finding new genuine people?

I got so many disappointments in the past and I am trying to address my fears. I fear to experience again the feeling of being left out and being the second choice of people.

In the past people never chose me and always came because they were out of choices. They came close to me only because they needed something from me.

At one point I chose to stay alone and stopped trying to have friends since they didn’t resonate with me and weren’t any good influences for me.

Nowadays I think I am healed and ready to meet new people, but still the shadow of the past still doesn’t get away from me. I am trying to manifest healthy and positive friendships for myself but I admit that I am using the excuse of being busy to not focus on chasing new people.

Thank you so much for your energy and hit me up in dms if you wish a reading from me♥️✨

Welcome,

Thank for your heart touching words. I really appreciate it.

Before I even pull any cards, I see a crack in a crystal of sorts. It possesses no evident color, which means it is a crystal of pure refraction. When light hits it, you will see all the colors of the rainbow. I suspect this crack I mentioned is in your spirit. More than exclusively focusing on this matter you bring to me, you need to look into your spirit and face the things you yourself don't know, especially the things you don't like.

Count your blessings but learn to detach yourself from the things you desire and the things that drag you down. This is rather optimistic. First of all, you need to recognize and embrace the good things in life. The best thing in your life is yourself, believe it or not. I know you wish to have very important things, but you have been blessed otherwise. Be proud and grateful of that. Always trust your intuition and stay in a place that is safe even if it feels uncomfortable if it means you stay true to yourself. For you, it is not advised to be daring, may you try to force things. You have to be unapologetically yourself; this means embracing the idea of you being unwanted. Yes, accept who you are and then take a closer look. You would be surprised to find out you've been wrong about it this entire time.

You are, in fact, a very beautiful person. You are half proud of this, half embarrassed because you think you're not enough. I'm telling you; you are joyful, beautiful and proud. Embrace that. You don't need to project these qualities, you just need to feel them out and own them. Stop trying to modify yourself, to cut the inadequate, to trim the fat. This is not a matter of hard work like that. It's not about the tangible experiences. It's about how you feel inside.

Once you stop caring so much and can live comfortable in your skin, maybe then you will be able to start meeting the genuine friends you long for.

Remember, you're doing this for yourself, not for them.

The tower is only as menacing and intimidating as you let it be. It's a world dominated by appearances, you think the tower threatening to fall on top of you is an exception? Yes, let it come undone, let the lightning strike and trigger the fall. There's many things you have to realize.

I hope you find this insightful xx

[the-whispers-of-death]

Soooo I shouldn't mention my 50 something year old captain (different one), Lucas Foster, the embodiment of softdom Daddy. Who likes to collect other people's special interest to show off then give later.

Or my early 40's colonel, Yin West, who is the shadow's (sometimes) unofficial therapist/care-bear (not by choice). Care for a soldier once and next thing you know, you got a soldier fully sitting on your lap without warning after a really bad day.

| ू´ᆺ`●)

-Lurker

There's room in Stone's harem of older men. He'd never turn down an older man.

[keirawantstocry]

I have been lurking in the shadows and reading your stuff for a while but I'm the sickest I've been in four years and your writing is the only thing giving me the will to live so. Do you have a favorite thing that you've written? Something that you're particularly proud of or something that you enjoyed writing a lot? Something that you still think about every now and then?

well hello then lurker, im so sorry you're sick and really hope you start feeling better <3

Honestly I have a few writings that have meant a lot to me. Not to overshare on the internet but writing has saved me. I started writing when I was quite young and struggling with a lot and it means more to me then anything else.

So favorite piece. About two or so years ago I started writing an original piece. It was called The Dark Kingdom not very original I know but every day at school I would write close to 2,000 words for it. Currently it's unfinished because a lot happened and I struggled to get past a scene that would led to the second half of the book but I think about it a lot. I pull it up sometimes and re-read my favorite parts. Not all of it because currently it sits at 42 thousand words. It was about a boy who was raised to be a warrior. His parents are revolutionaries. Since the moment he could speak, they were training him to be able to kill. At 22, he enters the castle in a competition to fight for the honor to be one of the Prince's personal guard. There he meets a whole collection of men like him who have much more half-hearted plans on how to kill the monarchs. But they're good people. He grows to care for them and they become like brothers to him. And he's sure it'll be easy but once he starts getting to know the Prince he realizes that he might be a victim of circumstance as well.

It's fighting! It's queer people! It's brotherhood and the importance of family! It's royalty! It's magic! It's my pride and joy that will possibly never see the light of day but it means a lot that i just got to talk about it a bit :) thank you anon

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Hello! Long time lurker of this blog here. I got into One Piece around the live action. I watched the anime and then the live action and now I’m obsessed and have to make a silly little OC to insert into the universe lol

So here’s my question: I’ve came up with a devil fruit for my OC and I’m worried it’s too close to some other characters.

The fruit is called the Twin-Twin fruit, (still no decided Japanese name) and it’s essentially allowing its user to create full bodied clones of themself. Typically the user can only make one or two clones or ‘twins’ at a time. And while the clones can move independently of the user, their movements are still controlled by the user and they are kind of based on the pun “can’t be in two places at once”.

A draw back of this fruit is the fact that the user can become physically and/or mentally wore out due to stretching themselves between the twins, hence why only one or two are the usual number. So if the user generated too many, or kept them active and out for too long, she would risk mental exhaustion, and physical exhaustion to the point of fainting.

Does this fruit seem too similar to some others? Or what could I do with it to maybe improve it? I honestly came up with it because of a concept of when my OC meets the straw bags initially she’s a waitress and after leaving their table two of her clones immediately serve them water and stuff and freaks them out or surprises them lol.

Love the blog!!

Hi! Glad to see you step out of the shadows. The more OCs the merrier!

First of all, I love your concept, specifically your OC's introduction to the Straw Hats. I can just imagine their shock lol

As far as canon fruits go, there are fruits that allow people to take on the appearance of other people or make a person look like a different person. As far as I know, none of those involve creating clones of themselves, at least not the way you describe it. So, you're completely safe there!

When we get to non-canon fruits, there is one that's a little more similar to your Twin-Twin Fruit, but it's from a stageplay from 2016, so I'd say there's very little chance of it becoming canon and getting in your way.

So, I say: Go for it! The concept is great and sounds like it would be really fun to play around with, and fun is what it's all about!

As a little bonus, I've gathered some Japanese name options for you, that way you don't accidentally name your Twin-Twin Fruit the same as an existing fruit and get upset about it later. You don't have to pick any of these, but maybe one of these options speaks to you:

Ari Ari no Mi ("to see clearly; to clearly see in one's mind's eye" - I figured this might work since your OC would have to visualize the clones/twins' movements and you said it puts a strain on their mind)

Giku Giku/Biku Biku no Mi ("surprise, startle"; I just thought it was funny because your OC startled the Straw Hats when she used her powers in front of them for the first time)

Chiro Chiro/Chiru Chiru no Mi (potentially "to scatter, to disperse", because your OCs more or less splits themselves up, right? At least mentally)

Giri Giri no Mi ("at the limit, to have no time or space to spare, barely" because of the exhausting side effects of the fruit)

Heto Heto/Hena Hena no Mi ("worn out, exhausted")

Jito Jito no Mi ("to stare, to look at with skepticism")

Miri Miri no Mi ("appearing, the appearance of something" for when the clones appear?)

Boku Boku/Ore Ore/Naiko Naiko no Mi (all three of these - boku, ore and naiko - are a way to say "I"; put them there twice and it's I twice, meaning two version of yourself, meaning clones i.e. how the fruit works)

I hope this answer helped and you have lots of fun with your OC and their concept!