#i have so amny. feelings.

[dizzybizz]

penacony.... gay..... gay penacony compilation but im not even done with the main quest so this might not even be all of it.

bonus: sparkle and aventurine wlw/mlm hostility

she's so ....

this was so. so much.

[watch-out-it-bites]

oh no. Curses.

[ragingbookdragon]

Part of her duties required her to hear the calls of her people. Simon’s words rang true when many of her subjects blessed her at the foot of her throne and thanked her for the food and help she provided. Other times, she was forced to listen to the nobles and children of nobles boast and puff their chests like birds attracting a mate. One moment has stuck out to her when a group of rough looking men entered the hall and she felt a sickening feeling gather when she watched John and Kyle stand up straight from the windows they were leaning on; more so, when she felt Simon and Jonathan come to the left and right of her throne side and stand.

The leader, she assumed from the way he swaggered up to her throne, gave a showy bow. “Your Majesty,” he greeted with a disgusting tone and look in his eye. “It’s a pleasure to be in such a glorious and dignified hall.”

She ignored the desire to have them thrown out on their rears, and lifted her chin, replying calmly, “The pleasure is mine. Might I ask what you’ve come to me in request of?”

“Well,” he drawled out. “My men and I,” he gestured to the men behind him and then himself. “Have been doing an excellent job of keeping your border on the west end clean of ruffians and bandits.”

“I wasn’t aware I had commissioned a new squad of knights,” she answered, arching an elegant brow on her forehead. “Might I ask who your captain is?”

The man’s chuckle was anything but amusing. “Oh, we’re not knights. We’re simply concerned...citizens.”

“Ah, I suspect I shall see more armed citizens soon, then?”

“Perhaps,” he smiled. “My Lady.”

“So, what do you require of me?”

He took another step up but stopped when Kyle and John appeared and held out their arms, effectively blocking him. “Quite the group of knights you command, Your Majesty.”

“They are,” she affirmed. “What do you want from my kingdom? Gold? Land? Titles?”

“Well, if we are going to continue to protect the border, we’d like to know it’s going to be repaid.”

“I’ve never heard of your group before. Why would I repay such?”

“We are good. Better than even your knights.”

She hummed low and waved a hand; a young woman appeared with a golden cup and a pitcher, and she took the wine goblet. “Thank you, Laeneris.”

“Your Majesty,” the woman bowed and stepped down with the pitcher.

“I will offer amnesty, but I will send my own knights to see how you protect my kingdom. You will fight for my kingdom and my people. You will fight for me.” She took a sip of her wine. “I will give you one day to decide.” Waving a hand, she said to a man in the side hall, “Amnie, a few rooms in the inn in town for our…guests.”

The leader gazed at her as the men behind him laughed and cheered with one another; he regarded her with a curious and lewd expression. “Show me your cunt. I want to see if it’s worth fighting for.”

Simon was already drawing his long sword and down a half step when she simply raised a finger. “You are in my throne room. In my castle. And are going to be staying in my inn. You do well to remember as such.” She looked behind his men. “You have a decision to make, and I have more subjects to hear.”

He smirked and nodded his head. “Of course, Your Majesty. I thank you for your hospitality.” He turned and walked past Laeneris, pausing to slap her rear hard; she jumped and made a face as he muttered, “I’ll find you tomorrow evening.”

As they walked off, she leaned back in her throne. “Ser Simon?” she narrowed her gaze on the man’s back. “When you meet them on the border…kill that one first.”

Simon’s gaze darkened behind the visor as he sheathed his sword, and he assured, “Gladly, Your Grace.”

[alpaca-clouds]

I kinda want to write a longfic about the Shadowheart polycule. Or, let's be fully honest: I want to write a longfic about Lae'zel finally dealing with her feelings. Because she is so fucking bad at it. I want to write a story where she finally fully admits she is in love with Shadowheart (and maybe even a bit with Karlach), but she is so bad with that kinda stuff.

Also, I would need a proper plot.

Also, also... I have so amny longfics planned already.

But man. I want toad girl to have her happy ending.

[blazerwyvernmaster]

So uhh

I like In Stars and Time. You should play it if you haven't already. It's extremely good. And I will be subtly spoiling a lot of it during this analysis.

Recently I have thought of thr trend if assigning tarot cards to characters in media, or my on characters. So I thought...what if I did that to ISAT?

...so yeah. I'll be doing that. Please tell me if I mess it up, or give me your opinions.

Again, spoilers under the cut.

Siffrin(Fool of Hanged Man)

Fool: The Fool is generally seen as the start of a journey. Even though he is at the end, the time loops and the fact that they have a lot of things to worry about/trauma means that they have a long journey ahead of them.

Hanged Man: A reversed Hanged Man, to be precise. Siffrin is INTENSLY afraid of change. To be more specific, he's stuck in this time lopp because he doesn't want to forget or leave his friends behind. His family behind, his country, his memory. The hanged man is about sacrifice and moving forward, and they do NOT want to do either. But they must.

I would also like to add that they may also be linked to The Devil card. Mostly because it's about desire and stuff and Siffrin desires amny things and can do a lot of selfish and cruel things to his family members.

Mirabelle:Lovers or Chariot.

Lovers:Mirabelle is aroace and perfectly fine with that. It’s a shame that she lives in a society where being perfectly fine with staying stagnant forever is discouraged.

Mirabelle is very religious. She believes strongly in the word of Change. So strongly that she is willing to ignore her feelings of being happy with who she is. She loves expressing platonic and familial love, but...romance and sex ain't it.

I chose the Lovers because it is about choice. Crossroads in one's life, that decide your fate. She was about to make the wrong one, the one that would make her miserable. Luckily, she didn't.

Chariot: Mirabelle may not be the Fool, but the thing that helps the fool move forward is a trusty chariot. From the beginning she's been trying to move forward and save Vaugarde from the King, and especially in the clocktower and higher levels of the house, she is determined to bring her home to its regular state.

If she doesn't, she will let everyone she cares about down. Also, again, she loves in a society where she feels she has to change, even if it means being in a romantic/sexual relationship and hating it. It's all for change, it's all for moving forward.

Isabeau: Strength.

Before the story, Isabeau may have been a reversed strength Arcana. Or at least that's how would see it. He was weak, and had low self-esteem and self-worth. And he hated it. He hated it so much that he became...well,*he*.

While he doesn't necessarily appreciate being treated as an idiot now, he seems happy to be a stronger, more confident, and upright version of himself, both inside and our. Though...judging by the fact that Siffrin's comments got to him during their uhh..darker moments, there may still be some doubts left in him.

(Sidenote I think Isabeau may be my favorite character besides Sif and Loop)

Boniface: Sun and Magician

Sun: Bonnie is a ray of positive energy wrapped in a small little crab with a potty mouth and I love them for it. And so does the rest of the party. They support the others with their cooking and miniscule damage. And it's good.

The rest of the saviors would do anything to keep that ray of positivity alive. Even if it meant they would die in the process.

Its no wonder that when they die to the king in the end of Act 3...Siffrin considers that the end.

Magician:This is mostly coming from their hangout quest. Bonnie can heal and cook, but they can also fight...barely. The fact that they are technically the only other party member who can use rock attacks at base(without using a spell like Odile or Sif) shows that they have some potential. And they want to use and grow that potential to go on kore adventures and help their friends.

Odile: Hermit

Odile, while serving as the party's mature voice of reason, and probably fitting for roles like The Empress or Hierophant, I personally see her as a Hermit because of how isolated her story is.

The only one who ever knows what she's doing with her research is Siffrin, and only if/when you do her quest. Every other time, she seems to be isolated and actively hiding it. Its not that she doesn't rely on her friends,but...she's simply doing this alone.

It's a very personal journey for her about being more connected to your heritage and reflecting on yourself.

To be honest, Hermit works REALLY well for Siffrin, too.

[windupaidoneus]

first you're not horrible and in fact I care about you deeply and dearly, second!! Tell me about that furry modern AU i've seen you post a bit about I think? the one where they work office jobs. If you have anything you wanna say about that :] or um. Tell me hilde and emet's favourite date activities !

green. sneef. i hold ur kind words so close to my heart. always. even when i feel bad!! which is saying!! u know how it is with brain bad...

& of course i can tell u about my Epic Furry Modern AU where they work office jobs!!!!! it's one i haven't actually pondered TOO much yet but the beautiful thing abt thinking is that it's something u can do & then u have thoughts. isnt it beautiful

it would be separate from my Regular Modern AU which has its own lore. in this one they are really. coworkers. to start with. this one actually started off bc i was designing a fursona for hilde & the image came to me of him.. well hold on. this

^ this is him looking up over his shoulders while Handsome Kind of standoffish Smells good fuckkkk he smells GOOD coworker (though the way i see it it's more similar to like, when two companies work together? & they're from diff. companies basically. yeah) reaches over his head to grab something from the shelf he was sorting. & well emet is an Owl so he has Big Feathery Arms kind of like a cape... so in that scenario hilde is kind offf getting enveloped in that. not really bc emet isnt touching him but. yeah. if this hapepend to me id just die homosexual style i can promise you this

i think magic exists in this universe however we still need desk workers yk. magic doesnt, err, magically erase bureaucracy. Sad! theyre both full of magical potential but yknow when ppl either have a lot of skill but cant get hired for anything relevant to them so they settle for some nothing job OR the thing theyre really good at doesnt pay well so they go for smth that doesnt align w their preferences for the sake of living comfortably financially even if it means work is hell on their mind? them. hilde is the one who cant get hired for smth he likes & emet is the one going for a job that pays good rather than a job that suits what he likes doing. though of course he does get really really into the managing & organising aspect of Office Worker due to le autism. no way he isnt a manager of some sort he is NOT at the bottom of the ladder in any universe. i wouldnt say hilde is at the bottom of the ladder either bc he DOES have good skills & is generally a very applied worker (also idk im really not gunning for them having an unbalanced dynamic as coworkers, same company or not) but he definitely brushes his job off as not that important if asked what he does

emet probably has a sort of Reputation that makes him sound unapproachable but in the few interactions theyve had hes been a very reliable person to work with so hilde isnt particularly deterred from maybe trying to make friends for that reason. hes just.. socially awkward & anxious to start with. the moment their other coworkers (who hilde is actually like, decently friends with, likely one of the scions who mightve even been his friend before he started working there too. hell, could be a zero! or two even) catch that hes trying to befriend the guy with the Reputation theyyy try to orchestrate ways for them to work alongside each other more lmao. or like ohhh shucks i left xyz in the office over there can you go get it for me since youre nearby </3 which is entertaining for everyone in the know to watch.

they do get to work more as time goes on bc i feel like hilde would be doing like... communications stuff. great for the social anxiety lmao. & so relaying info & working out how the companies can better work w each other would be at least partly on him. he'd be involved in that i thinks. & ofc that would also involve the ppl in higher positions. fuck iahve so amny more ideas but im actually falling asleep in my seat remind me to rb with more tomorrow + the date activities ahhh

[eclipsejynx]

The Zoshtu Dragons of Amni Lake.

The characters Solar and Eclipse are my OC'S! There is, again, a backstory between the two in my world, but I'll put that another time. For now, enjoy this short story! I have a prompt list on my phone and I chose: Character A and Character B go dragon-watching together. They can't find any, oblivious that a whole group is behind them, observing them instead.

Summary - Solar and Eclipse decide to go to the breeding grounds of the Zoshtu Water Dragons - Amni Lake! However, it appears they're too late... or are they?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“C’mon, Solar! Hurry up, you slowpoke!” Eclipse, the devil Solar freed, was sprinting through the forest. Desperate to keep up, Solar forcefully pushed his legs forward, trying to keep pace. It was officially the breeding season for the dragons, so they’d be moving more frequently to the mating ground of Xaniadusca.

They both sprinted towards the mating grounds. Usually, every dragon species would have different breeding and mating grounds compared to each other. Fantix Dragons went to Lava Caves or places with hotter average temperatures. However, the Zoshtu Dragons bred and laid eggs in fresh water. The Amni Lake was a famous breeding spot for Zoshtu Dragons, but it was closed off because of poachers. Lunar was lenient enough to let them visit to take observations and notes.

Weren’t they lucky to live so close?

Solar could hear Eclipse’s laughter echo off the trees, seemingly brightening the forest's aura. Sunlight branded through the branches, casting streams of light on his face. He was careful of potential burrows and small critters but happy enough to take in the scenery. As he dodged giant trees with white flowers, he couldn’t help but notice Eclipse drifting farther away. He tried to catch up, but in a blink of an eye, she vanished from his view.

Stopping abruptly, Solar looked around, staying cautious of his surroundings. He could feel his heart beat faster when he couldn’t spot Eclipse in the trees. “Maybe she went ahead,” he thought, but he wasn’t sure of himself. Reluctantly, he continued moving at a slower pace, occasionally taking glances at the wildlife surrounding him.

Purpura trees towered over him, creating a giant, eerie shadow from the canopy. It didn’t feel like the same forest as before. Shadows replaced the sunlight. The Lumen Flowers emitted a moonlight glow, illuminating the imaginary path in a soft blue. The dim light from the plants and the Moon were his only source of comfort.

Slowly trekking the pathway, he saw a dim glow from a body of water. “Lake Amni,” he realized, taking shorter strides when he noticed the shadowy figure. The silhouette was sitting casually as if it wasn’t in the mating grounds for Zoshtu Dragons.

Amni Lake had many colors swirling inside, like shades of purple and blue, with hints of green. Some say their wishes that people made, each granted when a Zoshtu Dragon gets in the water. He warily stepped closer, making out the faint silhouette of a figure.

Eclipse.

She seemed relaxed, sitting near the deep water, unaware of his presence. He smiled, walking closer and sitting down next to her. He stared deep into the lake, mesmerized by its beauty.

“Took you long enough to show up,” she spoke cockily, smirking. She had a sparkle in her eye, glad to see he was back.

“Oh, shut up, devil.” He attempted to sound mad, but he couldn’t help the grin spreading on his face. They both just sat together in plain silence, staring at the lake’s abstract form.

“I tried looking for the dragons, but they already left.” Eclipse looked frustrated, so Solar put a comforting hand on her shoulder. It didn’t help, but it’s the thought that counts. “Sucks, doesn’t it?” She gave an empty laugh. “When I came here, I saw the last one leave.” Sighing, she laid flat on her back and stared at the night sky. Solar mimicked her actions, lying next to her. He turned his head slightly, glancing at her face. She stayed motionless, occasionally blinking while the stars reflected in her eyes.

“You’re pretty, y’know that?” He kept staring at her eyes, a soft smile on his face. She chuckled, gently nudging his shoulder with a hand. “Real smooth, angel,” she mocked.

They both giggled like little kids, calling each other names and such. Afterward, they sat up and leaned against each other, staring at the lake. The lake reflected the sky’s pattern. “Y’know, when I was younger, the elders told us stories,” Eclipse said softly, her voice like honey. Solar perked up. “What kinda stories?”

“They told us about the stars.”

That caught Solar’s attention, now staring at the sky. “What about them?” She smiled and turned around, facing him. He did the same, now both of them sitting in front of each other. “Okay, I’ll tell you my favorite story,” she exclaimed, Solar leaning in with anticipation.

“They say it started with an Oxuris Snake, a mythical snake known for being the night sky itself. Its single eye is the moon, slowly opening and closing. The sky is its skin and scales. At one point, it was pitch black, no stars in the sky. Then Plaois, Goddess of Light, grew angry with Oxuris—”

“Wait wait-“ Solar interrupted, looking confused. “Plaois? That’s what you call the Goddess of Light?” Eclipse looked back just as confused. “What do you guys call her then?” She sounded curious. Solar shrugged. “We don’t have these gods and creatures. I guess the closest we have to ‘Plaois’ is Seretha, the God of Light.” Solar said. Eclipse sighed. “I’ll just continue.” She half-glared at Solar. He awkwardly chuckled. “Right, sorry-“

“She asked the Zoshtu Dragons to join Oxuris in the sky, bringing light to those in the dark.” She spoke before Solar could ramble about apologizing. “So, one by one, each flew up to the sky and joined with Oxuris.” She stopped, and both of them stared at each other intensely.

“So… what else?” Solar asked, patiently waiting. “And nothing. That’s why we have stars in the sky. When Zoshtu dragons breed at night, they say one gets a star pattern as a blessing. They’re also usually the leaders of the group. That’s why Zoshtu dragons breed at night. They do it so they’re blessed by their ancestors.”

“Huh, kinda wanted more.” 

“Well, don’t complain to be. I’m just the messenger.” Eclipse said, sounding defensive. “It’s just a small story.” Solar raised his arms in surrender. “I’m not mad! I’m just…” He trailed off, looking for a way to stay innocent. “I don’t like not having answers.” He sighed and turned his head back to the lake. Eclipse’s eyes softened as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Whatever, crybaby.” He snickered and playfully shoved her off. “Am not!” They both laughed again, the tension easing.

Soft, crisp wind hit their faces as they look up simultaneously. A blur of dark blue, barely visible under the midnight sky.

“Well, that’s not creepy at all,” Solar said nonchalantly.

“This place is full of wildlife. Probably a bird or…” Eclipse trailed off, still staring where the blue used to be. No birds were that large or that specific shade of blue. Only one thing was that color.

Zoshtus.

They both started in silence, waiting for something else to happen. After an uncomfortable amount of time, Solar looked at Eclipse with slight fear. “We should go. Right now.” He coughed out, slowly standing up to his feet. He turned around but froze immediately. Eclipse was about to stand down, but he shook his head.

“What’s wrong?-” Sonar shushed her and pointed to the trees. A pair of white eyes were staring at them. They were unwavering, eyeing their every move. It was a staring contest, no one moving a muscle.

Slowly, more pairs of eyes surrounded them, each emerging from the dark. Eclipse slowly stood up, her back against Solar. They held each other’s hand, terrified of what would happen. A question rang in their head. What were those creatures?

Suddenly, a blur of blue pounced on Solar, knocking both down. Solar pushed it off and scrambled up, helping Eclipse up after. They both stared at what was in front of them.

“Holy shi—“ Eclipse was about to mutter, but Solar covered her mouth. “Shhh,” he whispered. “No cursing in front of children, even if the children are baby Zoshtu Dragons.”

The dragon barely reached Solar’s knees, but it started growing extra scales and new fins. More dragons emerged from the cluster of trees. Each seemed to hold the ocean in their scales, a beautiful light blue and white in intricate patterns. They had a dark blue strip from their head to their tail. They had small fins in the side near their ears. They surrounded them in a circle, trapping them.

“Huh…” Solar said in wonder. “They’re so beautiful.”

“Told you,” Eclipse boasted, so Solar looked at her, annoyed. “Told me what?” He snapped, mad he got interrupted. “That they’re as beautiful as stars.” She smiled at him, Solar’s gaze softening.

The same dragon that pounced on Solar earlier sniffed his hand, putting its snout in his hand. “Aww, he likes you!” Eclipse exclaimed, awing at the sight. Solar couldn’t help but chuckle as he rubbed the dragon’s head. “Guess he does.”

More dragons approached the two, gently nudging them with their snouts and sniffing their strange attire, but the more social ones demanded attention.

“Guess we got it wish, didn’t we?” Solar giggled, currently sitting down with dragons by his sides. “Guess we did,” Eclipse smirked, tossing a fish to a mother and baby Zoshtu.

They spent hours at the lake, splashing with the Zoshtu dragons. It felt strange, yet so alive.

After an exhausting few hours, Solar and Eclipse leaned back on a sleeping dragon. They sat next to one other, their bright eyes staring at the stars. “This feels…” Eclipse started, searching for the word.

“Free?” Solar prompted.

“Anywhere with you feels free to me.” She leaned on his shoulder. “You’ve changed my life. For the better, obviously.” Solar laughed and leaned back on her. “Same here… devil.”

She gave a dramatic gasp. “How dare you! You’d be dead if it weren’t for me!” She scolded him, but both knew it wasn’t that serious. They both fell asleep against the Zoshtus, falling in a peaceful slumber.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

This was pretty fun to make! I wrote this on a bus to a competition, and I think it helped with my stress and anxiety- Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading!

[writingkitten]

Forgive me, I have to manifest this idea out into the universe it's eating me alive. Demon!Manuel fic of a nebulous time-period where supernatural happenings trigger a literal witch hunt. When accusations are made our poor innocent reader is singled out and the townspeople are baying for blood. She is taken to Father Manuel for a judgment, the actual source of the disturbances, intentionally or inadvertently.

Manual could please the town with a sham trial and make the reader look exactly like the witch the mob thinks, but he has “mercy” on her and decides to save her soul via exorcism. Reader is just shaking in her boots, feels like she’s losing her mind as crazy shit happens “proving” she’s being puppeted by the devil. Maybe she feels actual guilt because she's had impure thoughts and “rung the devils doorbell” and maybe it’s all actually her fault somehow.  

Exorcisms commence. Manual enjoying  himself and  decides this possession will need several exorcisms, as it’s is a very powerful demon possessing her. Possible? ending where Manuel parades her out and says she’s been purified, and is now “choosing” to tie herself to the church. And what better way than through a ceremony, to marry “Christ” and take her vows to become a nun under Manual’s watchful eye. :')

tagging WrittingKitten CurbitKirby or BrainDead94 someone anyone adopt this prompt God please hkwweffvvwvwq or just give ideas. So amny maunel fics lately it's been great

LISTENNNNNNNNNNNNNNN FUCK I GOTTA WRITE THIS I GOTTA DO IT

[gayspock]

yeh last one

my honest truth is i have never gone back on a thought ive had during whatever the fuck you want to call my little Moments as it were. like ive never had a screaming, crying, throw-up fit about how much i really need to hurt myself and looked back on it and thought i dont any more or regretted feeling like that. idk. embarrassment over the fact i might , when lucid enough to do so, end up going on a little whinge on here (ironically as iam now). cuz god shut up. but i dont rlly take any of that shit back ever. like i can carry that certtainty fucking with me that nothing ive ever been upset over has been something ivve come to think otherwiseon. and idk idk i say this bc idk. something something. i think abt how so often its like yeppp its a mental breakdown, but fucking is it. like is it actually. is it ever. am i irrational. i feel like the only ways in which its truly irrational isthinking it mattered enough to get that worked up in the first place like its ever going to mean something or going to be different . io genuinely wonder how many hours ive spent of my life just spiralling how its never meant anything how it keeps just getting worse how its never going to matter how much it hurts to anyone at all but me, really, how amny times have i been to the brink or tried really hard or done any number of fucking things and its never made a single difference not even slightyl for so so long. and the only thing there is between that and this is jsut pushing it forward to tomorrow and it sitll doesnt help im still not like a fucking person or whatever . i ts just been non fucking stop it never fucking stops no matter what i do or try or how long i do something or try something and people wont even believe it . youre not doing it enough youre not trying enough and you keep on doing it you keep on but more and more doors shut inyourface and you still can neverjust find anything . anything at all. not a single fucking thing even for once and youre not astrong fucking person or whatever i dont fucking know you just want to curl up and die like why do i keep doing this what difference is it ever going to make where am i going im going nowhere and who for who fucking for for ME i dont tink ive ever been worth it to anyone and certainly not to myself and even if it was i cant get anywhere and i dont think i mean anything and i dont know i keep thinking would it happen if like even/ for second to have something thats worth it for a second like o if i wasnt entirely alone if it was real if something jst. it doesnt even have to be a passion ro an interest just something that isnt fucking nothing butif you had that you wouldnt be here in the first place . thats the conceit of it. im not fucking depressed im not fucking clinically unwell im jsut a fucking useless piece of shit and no i cannot fucking cope with that its fucking horrible theres nothing and i cant manage it i cant manage being alone every wakinghour of my life i cant imagine feeling so isolated and alienated and doing things on my own i cant manage the constant fucking failures and inadequacy i cant

and i think . respectfully its fucking reasonable to want to killmyself because why why why the fuck would i want to be alive thats not a fucking chemical imbalance wat is the fucking point and theres nothing you can fucking Say to unfuck that thats the natural fucking rejection that respectfully everyone else can also fcking understand because god knows i dont know i dont know whats wrong with me or why i just cant do enough to do anything i dont fucking know i dont know why im never enough for anythingand . and what ma i trying oto prove and i dont know why it matters i dont know why i keep caring as if it fucking matters, man, thats the embarrassing thig that really is it i feel so fucking ashamed of myself because i feel liek im still setting ym expectations so so fucking hgih for myself getting upset in the fucking first place lik e come on dude its long long long past the point why come on just shut up and you know like god what are you doing iits so fucking desperate and pathetic to keep fucking going and i wish i never existed or whatever i wish or whatever ugh or whatever who saidthat oh was it me i dont fucking know i hat ebeing alone thats what i hate the most i hate how its just alwayslike this i hate being near people sometimes i hate fucking talking to people because it justfeels like everything i cant fucking manage all of the time i keep getting so so fucking upset over dumb fucking shit getting so fucking sad and jealous and miserable and its not fucking fair i jsut i dont know why eveyrone else has had something or someone even jsut once i feel like im just floating through everyone and even thats such a fucking stretch i just . i cant do it any more i feel so ugly adnd unwanted and i feel like i cant do anything to ever help it i feel like i jsutcant blamepeople i can tblame anything but myself for existing and ijust feel like the only way to fix it is out and WHATEVER

[writers-potion]

I just saw your post about having 100+ in your inbox! I was here earlier asking if tumblr ate up my ask, but now I understand you had a lot more requests than I thought - so now I know I don't need to worry yet if my ask is still in there. I am so so sorry if that put pressure on you. I hope you don't feel too overwhelmed, and I hope you're well! Everything about this blog is amazing. I apologise again if my previous ask annoyed you.

Hope you had a good weekend <3

Oh not at all! I love receiving asks, and I'm actually thankful that you were looking forward to an answer...

I'm answering as amny questions as I can now, and you'll get your answer soon! I promise...

Thank you so much for your support! :) Happy writing

[oceanic-recollection]

To All

What’re your favorite games (and why if you want to answer that part)

<TSF> backgammon, and mens erger je niet, are pretty fun! i used to play backgammon, as well as puzzle games, with my administrator, all the time...

<TSF> we used to go into the market, and offer people bills if they won against us. they were practically a master at everything they showed me... i was the one who usually had to pay up~

<TSF> ...for videogames, i, uh, obviously enjoy phighting. and terraria, and...splatoon....i guess...? i know i sort of, have a sort of, ~gamer persona~, but i'll admit, i don't really, play any games...

<BVQT> I greatly enjoy sudoku! And especially the "harder" variations. So far I have found Hyper Sudoku and Jigsaw Sudoku the most amusing so far.

<BVQT> I also find myself enjoying many sports games! Variations of 'football' especially.

<BVQT> Ah. Videogames also count? Well...

<BVQT> I enjoy Minecraft greatly. The slow-burn worldbuilding interests me massively and I appreciate the lengths that they go to enure that the subjects mentioned are interesting for everyone. I wish that the education edition was available on PC! I would love to play mostly unmodded Minecraft with alchemy available to me.

<BVQT> I also enjoy Terraria. The gratuitous gore is a bit of a turn-off at times especially considering the lag it causes. And there are a great deal of aspects that utterly disgust me. But it is incredibly fun otherwise! The lore is intriguing even if it is often decanonized for little to no reason. I do wish that they finished Terraria: Otherworld. Even if it was sort of a Starbound clone wasn't it?

<BVQT> Speaking of! I massively enjoy Starbound! Though sometimes the worlds feel too closed off and the universe itself too open to feel very immersive it is incredibly fun and I like it! I could spend hours upon hours simply building and browsing its many interesting mods! Even the. less appropriate ones have their own charm and interesting quirks! The community is so dedicated to making updates for a long-forgotten game I am honestly impressed.

<BVQT> I also enjoy Don't Starve though I have already mentioned that earlier here. It is fun! If a bit annoying to handle.

<GRP> OOH OHH ME NEXT

<GRP> I LOVE BALL GAME. and JELLYFISHSPEARFISHING!!!!!! ITS FUN!!! AND NOT JUST BC TABBY INVENTED IT but mostly that :} tabbys so good at gaming

<GRP> uhhhh i dont rlly like amny videogames to be honest... sorry i am not a #epic #gamer. I LOVE phighting tho!!! phunny!!!!!! me and tabby always get mvp in itits funnn

<APIS> Man, Phighting IS fun!

<APIS> You guys already know I don't like sports... Puzzle games are really fun! A digital puzzle game I've been getting into lately is Puyo Puyo. It's, like.. okay...

<APIS> I mean, the story's really funny, to be honest. Like, who even thought of this stuff??? I really like Amitie, and Ringo... they're cute. Like Goldy and I!

<WM> I do notte ofte playye videyogaymes.. Splatty is funne.

<UPSILON> I'm the same as my beloved. I just don't really see the appeal... I tried playing some online games, but they're just - why is it that no matter how long I play, everyone else is always fancier than me!? It's absurd-!

<FS> ........

<FS> i play a little of everything, i guess...

<FS> totk is... it's fine. the physics are uncomfortable, and hard to get used to, since everything's so floaty sometimes, but it's silly. i prefer botw's story... but if i had to choose a zelda game i really liked, it'd be triforce heroes, or maybe spirit tracks. all zelda games have... problems.... but they're fun.

<FS> splatoon's also pretty fun. i like th story. wish the translations weren't so terrible... shoutout to the community for fixing them, jeez.

<FS> phighting is pretty fun. i'm planning on trying out banhammer, even if i don't like his character. i can reclaim him.

<FS> starbound's fun... wish you could make yourself have a specific profession, like your crewmembers do. and wish you could bring tailors with you without mods...

<FS> ...i really like baba is you...

<FS> s fun... like baba...

<FS> b

[i-am-beckyu]

HELLO!!

500 words

How're you today? :DD

(It's not me as the anon, btw)

I'm gonna get back to writing in a sec! Need to reach my goal of at least 2k words! Just giving you an update, and to check in on you :]

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-✨anon✨

HELLOOOOOOO

500 WORDS HUGEEEE!!! AHHHH SO AMNY WORDS :33333

And noted lol

And you’re going for 2K words?

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I feel spoiled

And I’m still tired as and still have a lot to do before the end of the day but we’ll get there!

I really really really wanna write but I’m also a little stuck for words :/ might open up the fake fic title submissions tomorrow :3

But thanks for checking in and you know I always want the cookies :3🥰

[apuppetmuseum]

@yeonban asked: "whatever they said about you, they were wrong." Naotora, placing a hand on Kojiro's back while they talk about Kojiro's traumatic childhood.

PROMPTS FOR PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO LET ANYONE CARE ABOUT THEM | Accepting!

In a way, it felt nice to have someone else besides Musashi know the troubled history he had in that mining town. It felt nice having someone else know the real account of his father's fate, even if it wasn't what a hero like him deserved. He had been feeling so amny things since learning more about his father, that coming out to the corners of the camp and crying for awhile had become normal. He hadn't expected to be sitting down with one of the generals and spilling his guts, though.

"Yeah, I know that now." He tried to at least keep it in mind, at least. But it was easier said than done. He had heard those awful words everyday for 16 years. It would be a long time before he could completely put them out of his mind. They both knew that.

Or at the very least, if Naotora didn't know before he definitely did now, as Kojiro flinched ever so slightly under his touch. It was brief, but it still happened the moment the general had placed his hand on Kojiro's back. He hates how he can't even have a comforting gesture anymore.

"I'm more mad about what they said about dad, now that I know more about him." He turned the cigarette over in his fingers before sighing. "He doesn't even have a grave I can visit. They said he didn't deserve one and I just...--" He hates that he had grown to almost adopt the same mentality of those people. Good things Musashi came over to his hut when he had or else...he might not be here today.

"I can't forgive them. Any of them." He speaks softly now, as if he doesn't want this part to be heard. "Is that bad? They are just victims in the end, aren't they? Being forced to worship the oni like that." Most of the town just didn't know any better. The officials were scum that deserved to die, probably - but the everyday people didn't deserve that kind of wrath. But still...Kojiro couldn't help but hate everyone there.

[wiickedry]

WIICKEDRY: Thinking of Gravitis~. But of course he loves his babies. Makes me want to consider letting him keep his close bond with them, rather than them slowly distancing from him emotionally.

I genuinely want to explore the idea that they're so affectionate/all over each other that it feels/appears incestuous. I'm in love with it disturbing other characters, making them wonder..

WIICKEDRY: An example like Gravtis bathing with an 8-10-year old Baby, naked; being told it's so inappropriate and wrong, and Gravitis doesn't understand and tells them to stop bothering him with their silly social constructs. He doesn't care and he needs to bathe his daughter; leave him alone.

I want it so uncomfortable for others. Describing his naked daughters, especially when they're young, sitting in his own naked lap, or they're cuddling naked together. I enjoy the idea of how he remains flaccid and uninterested; he doesn't recognize his babies as anything other than an extension of himself and Grimmjow, and they need protection and guidance until they can show that they can survive on their own.

NOTSOMAJESTIC: -lies down and sobs- He’s such a good father to them in his own way.

NOTSOMAJESTIC: I definitely see Grimmjow being in the middle of a cuddle pile of all their children while they’re napping, even when they’re teens/adults.

WIICKEDRY: Amnis and Arucil would question it -- they would think that Gravitis would do something like that, because in everything else he has no boundaries or conscience. Gravitis, meanwhile, having the audacity to glower, perplexed. "Why would I do that?"

NOTSOMAJESTIC: -CRYING- I love that Gravitis’ other family think of him like that. Either of them asking Grimmjow what he thinks of it, and he doesn’t see the problem either~?

WIICKEDRY: YES! I honestly imagine Grimmjow being the same,; if anything, it might be an encouraged behaviorwhen he sees Gravitis like that?

NOTSOMAJESTIC: Grimmjow definitely takes cues from Gravitis when it comes to raising their children. Grimmjow has a similar opinion of their children to Gravitis, and he’s more than comfortable being naked around others. The way he sees it, he and Gravitis have been naked around each other for long enough—why would he change his behaviour just because children are around?

WIICKEDRY: Oh god, but I fucking love that.. The idea that they influence each other on things they may not understand on their own.. and because they have such a soul-deep trust in one another, they treat each another as an expert on these things.

WIICKEDRY: Perhaps it's Grimmjow's connection to their children, especially after they're grown, that drives Gravitis to protect Baby and Kitten from Morrow? In the past, we'd discussed that Gravitis chooses Grimmjow over their offspring.. but I'm liking this concept that they influence each other.. and because Grimmjow wants their adult offspring unharmed, it will be enough to get him to intervene, even at the expense of his own health.

[dexded69]

for me sirens feel like a prescence of something . something trying to communicate with me.

the last 3 days therev been way more than usual

tbh eyress so amny right now, i know its real and its just ambulance helping someone real but , does it mean thats my fault? am i causing people to have to need an ambulance, or is something in those sirens, talking to me? should i feel guilty, paranoid, or strong?

[carrieway]

you give carrie $20 and take her to a thrift store what does she buy

OOGUGUH . so amny things . id give her a milleion dolers,,,,,,,,,,

honestly i haven't been to a real thrift store in a really long time so i don't fully remember what you can find there. (the one my family frequented when i was a kid closed down :[) however ! she absolutely would be scouring the cardigans and dresses :] she'd look around for anything she could upcycle too, namely clothes that seem a bit more worn than others so the good stuff is left for others. she'd also take her time perusing the dolls and knick knacks, but she wouldn't buy any of it (however....if this is carrie 2002 post prom she would probably build up a small collection of porcelain things, namely animals. especially lambs.)

if i exist in this universe im absolutely convincing her to buy everything she wants n using my own budget to buy her more stuff NDNDNDND

WAIT if i am in this universe she will get to listen to Music........if she heard my stuff she'd be changed in many ways but also a bit jarred out because. music is usually not that loud in her experience. i dislike 100 gecs but if carrie heard it she'd explode i think

ANYWAY..... honestly what she buys would depend on the iteration. 1976 pre-prom carrie would buy a dress that's a little deeper in color than she's usually allowed. 2002 pre-prom carrie would find more fun in window shopping the furniture and laughing to herself about some of the unfortunate clothing styles people threw in their donation box during spring cleaning, but end up buying a nice bracelet and a sweater to hide the bracelet. 2013 pre-prom carrie is like a terrified chihuahua i dont know if she can handle a thrift store BUT with moral support she would try on all the clothes she's not allowed to wear and have a lot of fun that way, then she'd end up buying a gift for her mother along with a more adventurous button up shirt for herself :] (it has baby blue coloring rather than navy blue)

post prom.....i feel they'd all fall in a similar category. they'd all buy nonsense, just anything they can get under the pay limit without much thought or care, simply because they Can and don't have an angry mother waiting to judge and chastise them. in a beautiful and nice world where 2013 carrie survived she'd buy so many pairs of jeans !!!!!!! so many . and she'd hate them all because they were uncomfortable and too warm at times but she still wears them because she Can !!!!!!!!!!!!

i hope this made sense DNNDNDND also pretend inflation doesn't exist n twenty dollars can buy multiple things at a thrift store still</3