#i mean i probably can but ive spent more time trying to than i should have I HAVE THINGS TO DO TODAY

[ascendedice]

what shifting (and manifesting) actually is. (longer post)

hi, you've probably heard that "shifting is so easy" 10000 times but you never got why. in this post, I'll explain what shifting really is and why most people struggle with it. if you start denying that and being like "NO!!! YOU HAVE TO PUT EFFORT!!!" or something like that, you have no idea what shifting is and you should stop limiting yourself. I - shifting explained. recently, I asked one of my friends who shifts more frequently than me to go to a place where he can get "knowledge" about how shifting works and get it explained in a very good way. he did that, and he came back with the following single sentence: "Shifting is all about matching your energy, when you align yourself with your "desire" and accept you already have it, reality just snaps and you become aware of whatever you want." I spent a LOT of time doing readings, asking my deities and more regarding this sentence and now I'll break it down to you! II - what is matching your energy, really? this is where loassumption basics come in - "acting as if". matching your energy with something is all about emotions, and accepting whatever is yours is there and you already have it. this is why most shifting "methods" require you to use your emotions or affirm that you're already in your DR, every single shifting or manifesting method leaves to one single thing - acting as if you already have the thing you desire. III - why people struggle with shifting. one single thing - overcomplication. whether you turn shifting into some big process where you have to do 1000 things to shift or you put weird limiting beliefs on yourself like "you can't do X", etc. it's all just overcomplicating it. shifting is not about “effort” in the way most people think of it. it’s about letting go and allowing. said effort should be put in fixing your mindset (which isn't needed but would help a lot), taking breaks, making shifting a healthy thing. IV - importance of letting go. if you're trying to force a shift (for example, trying to make yourself shift instead of just act as if you have your things) you imply LACK. if you keep trying to visualize yourself floating and magically teleporting to your desired reality and affirming "i am shifting i am shifting i am shifting!" you just imply to yourself that you aren't in your DR and create an useless resistance. this is why people who “give up” or stop trying often end up shifting. it’s not because they stopped wanting it, but because they stopped resisting it. they let go of the need to control the process and simply allowed it to happen.

V - how to "actually" shift.

so, how do you actually shift? it’s simple: align yourself with your desired reality. this means matching your energy, your emotions, and your assumptions with the reality you want to experience. here’s how you can do that:

assume you’re already there. this is the most important step. stop thinking of shifting as something you need to achieve and start thinking of it as something you’ve already done. assume that you’re already in your DR and act as if it’s true.

let go of the how. stop worrying about the process or how it’s going to happen. trust that it will happen and focus on how it feels to be in your DR.

stop looking for signs and symptoms. signs are just a reflection of your current reality, not your desired one. if you keep looking for signs, you’re just reinforcing the idea that you’re not in your DR yet. symptoms are just your body falling asleep, ignore them since they have nothing to do with shifting. they do not matter.

focus on the feeling. emotions are the key to shifting. focus on how it feels to be in your DR and let that feeling guide you. the more you can embody that feeling, the easier it will be to shift.

trust the process. shifting is not about forcing or controlling. it’s about allowing and trusting. trust that your DR is already yours and let go of the need to make it happen.

that's all you need. you can apply these steps to any "method" or anything you want really, whatever feels the best for you. VI - final thoughts shifting is about conviction, not effort. just stop "trying" and let go. thinking as if you're your "DR self" and embodying that is enough and all you need.

[ghuleh-witch]

Fandom: Ghost Rating: Explicit Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Pregnancy, Prime Mover au, oral sex, ritual sex Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x Female!Reader Additional Tags: friends to lovers, use of pet names, domestic fluff, developing relationship, no beta Word Count: 3176 Chapters: 4/5 Summary: When Papa Emeritus IV needs to find a Prime Mover, you volunteer yourself. Ao3 || Masterlist Parts: I — II —III

cw: pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms Note: I've never been pregnant, I'm just going on what I've seen friends and family have gone through and google, so if things aren't accurate about our character's pregnancy, I apologize.

IV.

Another month went by and still no results. 

You returned to Doctor Miller and asked for another blood test to double-check your hormone levels. They were all within your target range, and you still didn’t understand why you weren’t getting pregnant.

“I can recheck Papa if you’d like,” Doctor Miller said kindly. “It’s your right to request that of me as Prime Mover.” 

“His tests were good?” You asked.

She nodded. 

“No need then,” you said with a frown as you tried to think what the issue could be.

“It’s probably stress,” the doctor suggested. “Fulfilling a role like this isn’t easy. You’re putting more pressure on yourself than you’re used to. Try to relax and not focus so hard on getting pregnant. It will happen when it’s meant to.”

You nodded. “I’ll try.”

“In the meantime, we’ll keep monitoring you and Papa.”

You knew things weren’t going to get less stressful. Copia was going on tour soon, and that was going to throw a big wrench in plans. You were going with him, at least. It was in your contract that you were to accompany him on any travel unless you were pregnant. Which you weren’t and at this rate, weren’t going to be anytime soon. 

You were glad you were going with him. You didn’t know what you weren’t going to do if you had to stay behind without him. The two of you spent so much time together that he became a permanent fixture in your life, regardless of having his child or not. He had changed you without even meaning to. Copia made you feel so special and cared for. He made you feel like you were important for once. 

And you weren’t oblivious. You saw the way he looked at you when he thought you didn’t notice. He left you little gifts, be it a favorite snack, or something to make you comfortable like a very nice body pillow, expensive bath salts and lotions, or even just a massage and soft kisses after a long day and he just finished fucking you into the mattress. He no longer looked as frazzled as he had before. There was a peaceful aura around him. It was like nothing could shake him. You obviously had an effect on him, too. 

When you got back to your room, you kicked off your shoes and flopped onto your bed. How were you going to make things less stressful when you had to be pregnant in 10 months, all while traveling the world and barely seeing Copia while he attended rehearsals and performed for thousands of fans almost every time for the next several months? You wondered if you should schedule an appointment with a therapist to help you find ways to deal with the stress and be less stressed. 

But all that was getting to you, and your eyes felt heavy before you drifted off to sleep. 

When you woke hours later, it was dark in your room. Save for the soft glow of your tv.

Weird, I didn’t have that on , you thought as you rolled onto your other side. You jump when you see Copia sitting against the pillows and headboard, watching the Golden Girls. He was in sweats and only had his paints around his eyes and on his upper lip.

“What time is it?” You asked softly.

He starts at your voice but then looks down at you with such affection that you thought you were going to melt right into the mattress. “Just after seven,” he answers.

You groan. “I’ve been asleep for 4 hours. I didn’t mean to nap that long. Also, what are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, but you normally don’t just come in and make yourself at home.”

“Do you want me to go?” He asked.

“No,” you answer.

“When you didn’t come to dinner, I got worried and found you in here asleep. I…I’m sorry if I overstepped by inviting myself in and staying with you. I just…” he trailed off as though he were unsure how to proceed with his answer. 

“It’s nice that you worry,” you said as you sat up in bed. “I appreciate you came and checked in on me…it was nice to not have to wake up alone.”

His lips tilted up in a smile as he laid his hand over yours, squeezing your fingers. “Well, now that you’re awake, do you want to eat? The kitchens made steaks tonight.”

“That sounds good,” you agreed.

It was nearly nine when the two of you finished eating. Copia had the food brought up to your rooms, and the two of you sat in bed and ate off trays while the tv played. You kept feeling his eyes on you, like he wanted to ask you something. When he glanced over for the fifth time after he cleaned up the dishes, you sighed.

“Something on your mind?” You asked.

“I can feel the worry rolling off of you in waves,” Copia said. “What’s going on?”

“The same thing that’s been going on,” you answered. You didn’t particularly want to talk about it with him; you would have preferred to wallow in your self-pity, but Copia wasn’t going to allow that, it seemed.

“Not getting pregnant,” he said.

“We’re going to be leaving in a month, and you’re basically going to be on tour for almost the majority of our contract period. How are we supposed to make a baby when we’re both stressed out? The doctor keeps saying there’s nothing wrong with me, but I keep worrying there is, and I stress about that on top of everything else. I can’t go through a whole year with you and I fucking just to end up with no baby and forced to watch you take another prime mover. I can’t keep having sex with you and just pretending it’s just sex. I can’t do it, Copia, I can’t.”

You weren’t sure when you started crying, but the tears were pouring hot and heavy down your cheeks by the time you were done. You weren’t controlling the words that were leaving your mouth anymore, either. There was a line that you were about to cross, and everything would change once you did. But you couldn’t stop yourself. “Because, despite knowing I shouldn’t have feelings for you in case this didn’t work, I have feelings for you. For fuck’s sake, I’m falling in love with you, Copia.” 

Before you know it, Copia’s mouth came crashing down on yours in an intense and passionate kiss. One hand cupped your cheek, and the other threaded into your hair, holding your head to his as he kissed you. It was the type of kiss you often see described in the romance novels you sometimes read: hot, passionate, intimate…

But for you, it was the love you felt coming through in the way his lips moved against yours. 

This wasn’t the same kisses you two exchanged during foreplay. It was entirely different, and you knew he felt the same about you. You knew he was falling in love with you while you fell for him. It was dangerous territory. Your experiences with love always left you broke and rebuilding yourself from the ground up, but deep down inside, you felt something telling you this was different. Copia wasn’t going to purposely break your heart. He wasn’t going to leave you for another. He wasn’t going to hurt you.

You feel him lay you back on your bed before his mouth finally parted from yours. He was breathless, and black paint from his upper lip smeared around his mouth and no doubt around yours, too. He said nothing as he stared down at you in wonder. 

“Ti stai innamorando di me? Di un vecchio come me? (You are falling in love with me? An old man like me?) ” He breathed. 

“I don’t understand what you just said,” you admitted. 

“Bah, it doesn’t matter. You are falling in love with me and I you,” he said, pressing kisses to your cheek, the corner of your mouth, and then your jaw.

“Yes,” you respond, your heartbeat racing with each gentle kiss. “How long have you felt this way?”

“I think I started falling for you the day you said you’d be my Prime Mover,” he responded as his hands pushed your shirt up over your stomach and breasts. “Is this okay?”

You nodded, even sitting up some to help him pull the shirt over your head. Once you were lying prone again, his lips were kissing down your chest and stomach.

“I want to make love with you,” he said. “I want this to be different. Want to take my time with you. I don’t want this to be just fucking.”

“What are you waiting for, then?” You giggle softly, looking down at him, kissing your belly. 

He gave you a smirk and brought his lips back to yours. 

Soon, both of you stripped naked, and your soft moans and pants filled the room as he brought you to orgasm with his fingers.

“That’s it, my baby,” he said in a low voice, his fingers still curled inside of you as he guided you through your climax. “Squeeze my fingers nice and tight.”

This certainly wasn’t the first time you had sex with him, but this time was different. It was gentler and less hurried. Copia even seemed different in that moment as he withdrew his fingers from you. 

You watched as he sucked each of his fingers clean while he repositioned yourself between your knees. He guides his cock to your entrance, rubbing the head up and down over your clit. It sent a jolt through you and made you gasp softly. Copia chuckled softly as he pushed into you slowly. 

It was soft and slow, deep and intense. Your eyes never left his as he thrust into you and intertwined his fingers with yours. It was so different from every other experience you had. You realized there was a real difference between making love and fucking. What Copia was doing to you couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than making love to you.

You leaned up and kissed up, hands releasing him to cup his face. “I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

Your words made him flatter for just a second. He pulled back from you, repositioning you so that he could wrap your legs around his middle and lift your hips. It pushed him deeper into you, making you gasp. 

“E ti amo (And I love you),” he responded with a groan. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before her continued to thrust in and out of you. “Non hai idea di quanto ti senti bene (You have no idea how good you feel).” He slipped his hand between of your joined bodies and rubbed your clit with his thumb in slow, methodical circles.

Soon you were coming and then he right after you. When he pulled out of you, you felt his seed trickle from your entrance. It made you shiver in delight as you looked up at his panting, disheveled form. You smiled at him, unable to believe that the man looking down at you was in love with you. 

“They’re going to hear us,” you said, looking around the tiny suite at the back of the tour bus. Just outside the very thin door were the built-in bunks the ghouls would sleep in. The tour was starting in less than a week, and the tour buses had just arrived, so the band and the crew could start prepping them and loading them with luggage. 

“Begh, let them hear,” Copia said. “Why shouldn’t they hear how good I make you feel?” 

You blushed a bright pink. “Copia…”

“What?” He shrugs. “I have no shame.” 

“I can tell,” you laugh as she sat back on the bed, testing the softness of it. It wasn’t as nice as her or Copia’s bed, but it would do. She felt heat rush to her core as she thought about them, on the road, making love after every concert. Ever since they confessed their feelings for one another, sex between them was different. It was more meaningful, more passionate.

You knew no one else would ever compare. Not that you’d ever want anyone else.

“And what will you do? Hmmm? Not going to have sex with me unless we’re in a hotel?” He teased, crawling onto the bed with you. A smirk played about his lips as his knee came between yours and separated your legs with a nudge.

“Hell no,” you laughed. “I’ll just have to learn to be quiet.” You smirked at him as he settled between your spread legs. “Want to try out the bed?”

“You read my mind,” he all but purred and leaned down to kiss you.

His cologne hit your nose and sent you spinning. Did he change cologne? No, it smelled like his usual stuff, but something about it made your stomach turn. You put a hand up to stop him before scooting out from under him and going to the tiny bathroom on the bus. You made it to the sink and ran the water as you spat out the little contents that came up from your stomach. After rinsing your mouth out and turning the water off, you looked up to find Copia standing behind you in the mirror. There was concern etched into eyes face as he looked at you.

“Sorry,” you said. “Did you change your cologne?”

“No?” He responded, concern turning to confusion. “It’s the same brand I always use. You said you liked it?”

“And I normally do, but I don’t know it just made my stomach churn today.” 

You wrote it off as nothing to not be concerned about, and by dinner, you forgot all about it. Copia showered after showing you the buses, and you were now resting your head on his bare chest, and the Godfather was playing on his television in his bedroom. You felt tired despite not even doing much earlier in the day, and you noticed your breasts were tender. All signs pointed to your period about to come, and it was another reminder that you were once again not pregnant. 

The days rolled by, and suddenly it was the day before you were leaving. You just came out of a meeting with Sister Imperator about all the arrangements she had set up for you while on tour. Sister gave you a list of Ministry-approved doctors in each city of the tour that you could visit if you needed. She also gave you all the details for your hotel rooms, spa packages, and outings you could do while Copia was rehearsing during the day. She was even willing to spare a ghoul to act as your chaperon, but you declined. You were a grown woman who knew how to take care of yourself.

You didn’t need someone who would report back to Sister. Sister Imperator had no idea that you wouldn’t be sleeping in your assigned rooms or in your assigned bed on the tour bus. The older woman didn’t know that you and Papa were in love, and judging by how she looked at you, it was probably for the best. 

Your mind was on a thousand things at once as you got back to your rooms. Your suitcases were already set by the door, ready to be taken down to the buses that evening. When you walked into your bathroom, you saw the unopened box of tampons on the counter. 

Unopened.

Something clicked in your mind.

Your period never came. You were a week late, according to your tracking app.

You flung open the cabinet under the sink, and in the basket there were several boxes of pregnancy tests. You grabbed a few of the early detection ones and got to work.

The chirping of your phone’s timer a few minutes later brought you out of your stupor. You shook as you walked to your bathroom counter.

All three tests read ‘Pregnant.’ 

You let out a cry, covering your mouth to stop anyone from hearing you if they walked by your rooms. Pregnant! You were going to have a baby.

You had to keep this hidden because if anyone knew, you would not be leaving tomorrow to go with Copia.

Tears slid down your cheeks. You wanted this so desperately, and now you’d have to hide this for… well, for as long as possible. 

You weren’t a fool. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hide this for long. At some point, everyone would catch on, and once Sister Imperator and Doctor Miller knew, you’d be sent back to the Ministry at once. 

“Amore? Are you in here?” 

You heard the door to your rooms shut and footsteps before Copia appeared in the open door of the bathroom. He caught sight of the tears on your face and froze.

“Amore, what is it?” 

His eyes slid from your face to the pregnancy test laid out on the counter. You watched as the gears turned in his mind, and when they locked into place, he turned to you with wide eyes.

“You’re pregnant,” he says softly, taking a step closer to you. “You’re pregnant.”

You nod, tears still spilling down your cheeks.

He reached for you gently, wiping the trails of wet from your cheeks. “Why are you crying, tesoro? Are these happy tears?”

“I don’t know,” you answered truthfully. “I’m excited and happy, of course I am. I wanted this. You wanted this. We all wanted this…but tour…”

“Ah…” he responded gently, still holding your face. “Tour…you will have to stay behind…”

You nodded. “I don’t want to stay behind…”

“I don’t either,” he said. “But what do we do?”

“Hide it for as long as possible?” You suggest. You gesture down at your body. “I’m not teeny tiny, so I won’t start showing for a few months at least. That will get us through most of the tour at least. Sister Imperator gave me a list of Ministry-approved doctors in every city we’re going to in case I needed anything, so it’s not like we’ll be flying blind if anything happens…” No. You were not going to think about anything happening. You wouldn’t jinx anything. 

“It would be safe, then?” He asked, his hands slipping down from your cheeks to your shoulders and then to your waist. 

“It should be. I have a list of everything I would need to take from the doctor. I could go to the store tonight and get everything and say it was just last-minute stuff, like shampoo, for the tour.”

Copia nodded. “Si, that will work if anyone asks. Okay, we will keep this our little secret.” His lips turned upward in a smile before he kissed you. “We’re going to be parents.”

You burst out into a grin and laughed. “We really are.”

[blockedbykei]

can we get tsukishima and kuroo x figure skater gf headcanons pls?

ive always wanted to try figure skating but i am very clumsy 🙏

—

tsukishima kei

- figure skating requires great balance, especially when you spin into the air and land on one foot. luckily tsukishima knows all about landing

- obv bc he's a middle blocker so he knows how to land his foot properly to avoid falling down, so expect his presence during your practice

- sometimes he joins you inside the rink when you practice all by yourself. he's actually kind of clumsy there— he's all flimsy and gripping onto the sides 😭

- it takes him a while to get used to the ice, and he learned when you always grabbed both his hands and guided him into the middle, and then left him there

- you left him stranded in the middle of the ice rink and he was SO pissed at you he kept swearing as he fell down on his ass, almost crawling his way towards you

- though when it comes to serious practices, best believe he's even more nervous at your performance than he is at his own game.

- he's seen a lot of figure skating accidents that mostly include the blade of someone's skates stabbing their foot or slicing their face. he wasn't squeamish, but he'll probably faint if that happened to you

- tsukishima is always present at your competitions, silently watching— his only form of loud cheering was his claps and yelling at the beginning and at the end of your performance

- figure skating includes dancing too so sometimes he lets you dance with him off the rink to make your body even more languid

- when you're partnered up with a guy, he doesn't get jealous. unless that guy gets handsier than he should be, so it would always end up with your partner shying away when they catch sight of tsukki

- video tapes your practices and shows you what you need to improve like HES the coach

- but really he's just really observant and can catch on well on the dos and donts of figure skating (and he also studied it himself)

- figure skating is also what brought you two together

- he was walking by a public rink one day, though he realized it was probably rented out when he saw only your presence inside, practicing your movements. so since it was an open area, he watched you

- you caught him watching and he blushed, and he felt himself get burned alive when you skate towards him and introduced yourself

- anyway he's very supportive and prioritizes your figure skating too so you would never fight about majority of your hours being spent on the ice rink

kuroo tetsurou

- loudest cheerleader ever

- rink side (like courtside) bf

- knows jackshit about figure skating so when you tell him about this and that he's just nodding and taking mental notes

- knows how to ice skate so sometimes he joins you inside the rink and would practice with you

- and by practice i mean he's actually dancing with you

- since he's the captain of nekoma, he knows well how to prepare beforehand by studying your opponents. so he does exactly that with you

- trashtalks the living shit about your opponents

- he actually worries about how much time you spend on the rink because sometimes you come home with a fever or a runny nose from spending too much time in a cold area

- jealous bitch, HATES every partner of yours when it comes to pairings

- he panics so much too because, as aforementioned, figure skating accidents can be gruesome and he does not want you to lose a toe nor cut your face

- one time he brought his team to your practice and forced them to watch you, and you ended up inviting everyone inside the rink

- kuroo also brings them to your competitions so you could have extra cheerleaders

- says he doesn't threaten them with 100 laps but that's obviously a lie

- he met you through one of the figure skating magazines, and he's had a crush on your for a while before you'd gotten together

- he managed to watch you in the figure skating nationals in japan and brought kenma with him, and he was lucky enough to get your attention right before you performed

- anyway he thinks you look sexy in the clothes you wear for practice

- one time you almost got injured and he ran barefoot into the rink just so he could carry you and get you out of there to be examined

- you slipped and barely sprained your foot, he was always so dramatic

[drdemonprince]

doctor demon prince im in my 5th year of undergrad suffering from functional freeze and Cant Write Papers disease (subtype where i eventually write it 7 months later and its really good for how rushed it is). ive also been doing unmasking work and trying to make progress w my nervous system and my relationships, i still have a long way to go . im going to graduate eventually (who fucking knows when) but with a pretty shit gpa.

Anyway my question is why the fuck do i keep wanting to get a masters degree when i know this setting sucks real bad for me. i love 2 learn but either dont have a handle on my adhd/autistic workflow yet or simply dont have the combination of traits it takes to succeed in academia. and i have student loans. i probably wont be accepted to any masters programs anyway but i dont know what else to do !!!!!!!!!!! 🙃 seeing as this is the transgender autistic grad student website maybe u or some of ur followers have advice for me..... 🫶 ok thank u byeee

I'm sorry to have to say this, but why do you want to go to graduate school? It will drive you deeply into debt, cause you a huge amount of stress, subject you to a wildly inaccessible environment where student neurodivergences are often unfairly cast as signs of laziness and lack of academic potential, and, in a majority of fields, it doesn't lead to improved career prospects (typically, the equivalent amount of time spent working in your chosen profession will get you just as far, if not farther, than a graduate degree).

I don't recommend graduate school to almost anyone. Graduate school was a stigmatizing, exhausting, abusive, exploitative, traumatizing experience for me that left me profoundly socially isolated and physically sick, and trained me in an increasingly irrelevant and scientifically unsound field that basically does nothing but regurgitate neoliberal truisms back to the elites that already believe in them.

Some of the faults I've just listed don't apply to *every* academic field in the world -- but it does apply to most of them!

I think it's important for people to know that Master's degree programs are, by and large, created as a revenue source for universities. Undergraduate enrollment has hit a wall -- there's only so many more people who can go to college, in a world where college has become increasingly obligatory, college pays off professionally far less than it used to, and in times of low unemployment there's very little reason to go to school -- and so the possibility of growing undergraduate enrollment has become more and more thin. This means universities have been unable to turn growing profits for years. And that's what matters to them -- profits.

Left without the revenue source of more college students' tuitions, universities have turned toward courting repeat customers -- duping college graduates who are unhappy with their post-graduate career prospects by investing in even more school. In most Master's degree programs, there are very high fees, very limited financial aid, and very very limited mentorship (compared to, say PhD programs, where shepherding you through the program is at least an advisor's duty).

I've worked in higher ed administration for years now and I've seen how disposable Master's degree students are taken to be -- they're paying for a pricey credential and they get very little out of it, in the end -- in most programs, and most contexts. When we need to fill a budget gap, we create a new Master's program -- without regard for whether it is necessary, and without ever being able to prove it will aid our graduates in getting jobs, or even that the degree will fill a necessary niche.

You can feel free to write back to me if yours is a field where a master's degree is necessary or yields positive career outcomes for a great many people (social work and athletic training come to mind). But even still, I don't think you should subject yourself to a completely inaccessible environment that you are already struggling in and taking on more debt to do so. You deserve better than that. And 99% of graduate programs will not do right by you.

If you'd like to read more about just how exploitative graduate programs generally are, and why, I recommend Karen Kelsky's book The Professor is In, or her blog of the same name:

[dedalvs]

ive done a lot of translating to high valyrian in my day and id like to think im pretty good at it sometimes (the way ive spent literal hours researching how just one piece of grammar works to change a noun to an adverb or something is maybe insane)

anyway all that to say i usually know what to look for and how to apply it, but i am struggling with this new bit im trying to translate. “i disdain all glittering gold.”

ive replaced disdain with hate cause there doesnt seem to be a word for disdain in valyrian and hate is the closest approximation. same with glittering — replaced that with shine, and had to manually transform that to an adjective (jehikagon -> jehikere? dunno if its right)

so what i have now is “nyke buqan unir jehikere aeksion”

(im not as concerned with getting the word order right as i am with the rest of the grammar)

ive learned from a previous answer “nyke” is potentially (probably) unnecessary here, so that leaves it as “buqan unir jehikere aeksion,” but the unir there in the middle kinda makes it feel off and im not sure if maybe that also needs to be part of a compound word like valar or how to make it one if so because idk what part of valar is all and what part is men and how to fit aeksion into that equation.

i lost track of what my question was originally meant to be but i guess im wondering if im on the right track and if theres some guidance you may have to get me all the way there.

thank you for your time 🙏

Uhhhhhh... Not to be that dude, but...maybe be more concerned with that...?

I'm not sure if you know about this site, but my wiki is exhaustively updated with respect to High Valyrian, specifically. There's a team of people that work on High Valyrian and it's massive. For example, you could go to the entry for jehikagon and see that jehikere is wrong: it should be jehikare. And, of course, it has to agree with āeksion (note the long ā), so it should be jehikarior. To get the sense of repetitiveness (with "glittering"), you might add ā- to the front, so ājehikarior.

Now for "all", why not use the collective? This is how you get "All men must die", so it should work for "I distain all glittering gold". That would be āeksior. Of course, it would need to be in the accusative, so altogether it would be ājehikarior āeksȳndi. By adding the repetitive you kind of get the aliteration, too, since they both begin with ā.

Finally you have "disdain", for which buqagon serves. Aside from sound a little more posh, the difference between "disdain" and "hate" in English seems to be one of duration. The words "disdain" and "loathe" seem to emphasize that this is a character trait rather than a reaction. If you disdain something, you've given it some thought, have experience with it, and may use this as a way of describing or characterizing yourself. You can do this with "hate" as well, but it's a much more common word, and so can be used in other more basic ways, whereas "disdain" and "loathe" tend to only have specalized uses. To try to approximate this, you could use the frequentative with buqagon to imply a lengthy duration. That would give you jobuqan "I disdain". In fact, you could even use the aorist if you really wanted to imply that it was a description of yourself, i.e. jobuqin.

Now that you have the pieces, though, I really hate to say it, but the words must be in the right order. I mean, you can change the order of the noun and adjective, if you'd like, but you simply cannot put the verb first and think you've created a Valyrian sentence. It's not just "kind of" wrong: it's completely wrong. It'd be like suggesting "I him saw" is close enough in English because the forms are correct. It's not. It's wrong. This is not a minor part of the grammar you can ignore. High Valyrian is aggressively verb-final. The verb must be at the end.

All in all, that gives you:

Ājehikarior āeksȳndi jobuqin.

Hope that helps!

[siderealsandman]

just finished reading mending warped designs and im so sorry bc you probably heart this a lot so i mean it in the most respectful way possible but... are you abandoning that fic? 😭 or are you just on an undefinite hiatus?

i NEVER read fics that are unfinished, but after finishing T&C, i simply HAD to venture into that alley. and im not disappointed. as much as i hate angst, your writing and world builiding is simply miraculous, for lack of a better word. the work you've done is a masterpiece, and i mean it. might be the best work of fiction ive ever read. it would be a real shame to abandon it, but i understand if you have things that are more important :) your health and happiness should be your utmost priority ❤️

that being said, i really do hope you choose to continue writing it. masterpieces don't just appear, they take a lot of work and dedication and im so, SO glad you took the time to put in the effort to create something so beautiful.

best of wishes xx

Thank you so much! I appreciate all the love and feedback I've gotten on my ML fics over the years.

With Miraculous I feel like I kinda grew out of the setting/fandom (doesn't help that most of my friends I met in it moved on) but overall T&C came from a place of frustration with canon I no longer feel. That and MWD had me with the worst case of writer's block that I resolved by writing something else (two something else's).

I have the last scene of MWD written but need to put together the connective tissue which I find it hard to get in a headspace to write. When I have time to write, I typically want to tend to The Games of Divinity or Devil Summoner: Akechi Goro. I do plan on finishing it...but can't promise when.

If you're interested, however, I do have the final scene below

Context: Marinette and Adrien are at a party with the rest of the heroes when Dr. Oliver attacks again, leading the pair of them to leave and take down their enemy while Team Paris rests.

Despite the crowds of people fleeing for their safety, Marinette was in a better mood than she had been in for a long time. 

"Now this feels familiar," Adrien mused, tugging Marinette out of the way of a pack of panicked tourists. "Everybody in their right minds is running away from danger, and here we are running towards it." 

"Must be something wrong with us," Marinette chuckled. 

"Of course there is," Adrien said, tugging her into an empty cafe. "If we were normal, we wouldn't have volunteered." 

Two flashes of light later and Ladybug led her partner out the other entrance and onto the rapidly emptying street. "I wonder what the venn diagram of lunatics and superheros looks like." 

"It's basically a circle," Chat Noir said as some of the people fleeing for their lives slowed down to take a picture.

"Go get em Ladybug!" One person yelled as they ran to safety. 

"Kick his ass Ladybug!" 

"Good to see you're back Ladybug!" 

"Oh my god Ladybug!" 

"Ladybug, can I have your number-" 

"Hey, you know what's cooler than Ladybug? Not being destroyed by dinosaurs; get to safety before someone T-Wrecks you," Chat Noir said, shooing a small crowd of pedestrians towards a bunker. "Go on, get! Jeez, you need to have a word with your fan club about personal safety." 

"Don't tell me you're jealous of all the attention I'm getting," Ladybug chuckled. 

"I've spent the last four years deliberately trying to avoid attention," Chat Noir sniffed. "Besides, Paris is kinda slow to forget; I'm sure most of these people still think I was up to something fishy with Hawky." 

"I get the crowds of screaming fans, you get all the superhero clout," Ladybug said, awkwardly waving at a crowd of passing tourists all delaying their escape to snap pictures of the newly returned heroes. "Somehow I think you got the better deal." 

"Now who's jealous?" Chat Noir asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "They'll come around…I'll make sure of it." 

Ladybug nodded, noticing the furtive glances sent Chat Noir's direction. "Yeah…ditto." 

Ladybug stopped in the middle of the street, watching Chat Noir's back as he stepped past her. "Hey…are you sure about this?" 

"What, running solo against a guy with some lab-grown dinosaurs?" Chat Noir chuckled. "What's there to worry about?" 

"No, I meant…" Ladybug trailed off with a shake of her head. "Forget it." 

"I know what you meant," Chat Noir said, glancing over his shoulder. Somehow, the spectral eye that looked her over didn't seem as threatening as it used to be. There were glimmers of Adrien, her Adrien, under the overwhelming mantle of Chat Noir. Enough for Ladybug to latch on to as he smiled. 

"I'm here because I want to be," Chat Noir said, turning around and leaning on his staff. "Because I want to try…I don't need to be sure about anything else." 

That doesn't scare you? Ladybug thought. 

Who says it doesn't? Chat Noir thought back with a wink. "You should spend a little less brain power worrying about me, Ladybug; we're gonna need those smarts to send these creeps back to the Jurassic period." 

"I thought I'd let you take the lead on this one," Ladybug said, falling back into step beside Chat Noir. "Give you a chance to flex your own brainpower." 

"And I thought I told you I have one strategy," Chat Noir said. "Everything else is just tactics. Besides, what is the correct strategy to deal with a man who has living fossils at his beck and-" 

A pterodactyl shaped drone swooped low overhead, launching an electromagnetic rocket at the door of a nearby bank and blowing it clean off its hinges. 

"Wait…those are the dinosaurs we're supposed to be fighting?!" Chat Noir huffed, glaring at the drone as it zipped away. 

"Yyyyyeah?" Ladybug said. "What's wrong?" 

"They're…they're robots!" Chat Noir said. "Just…just some stupid robots!"

 "What did you think he had actual dinosaurs for us to-" Ladybug stopped short as she saw the almost heartbroken look on Chat Noir's face. "Oh…oh my god, you actually thought we were fighting real dinosaurs?!" 

"I've seen weirder stuff than that!" Chat Noir said, huffing as Ladybug doubled over, clutching her stomach as uncontrollable peals of laughter echoed off the mostly empty street. "I was told this was a professor who uses dinosaurs to rob banks but apparently he's just a nerd with a Transformers fetish!" 

"Oh…Oh, I'm sorry, is this beneath you?" Ladybug laughed. "What, you fight dragons for a couple of years and suddenly you're too good for robot dinosaurs?" 

"I'm the apex predator; not some…some…ugh, I'm so disappointed I can't even metaphor correctly!" Chat Noir growled. 

"His Majesty only deigns to sully his little kitty paws with real monsters, thank you very much," Ladybug wheezed. "Theeeeee Apex Predator needs worthwhile prey; none of this toy-aisle garbage."

"Shut up," Chat Noir laughed, completely oblivious to the dinobot stomping down the street behind him until the hot gust of steam from its nostrils washed over the back of his head. Something about the way Ladybug laughed had a funny habit of making him forget the kind of danger he was in, even after so much time apart. 

"No, don't even bother!" Chat Noir said, ignoring the robotic snarl that came from the dinobot. "It's ruined! This whole day is totally ruined! I thought we were going up against someone worth our time but all we got is a model kit builder and his army of toys!"

"Hey!" A booming voice shouted as a large pterodactyl drone descended, powered by hovering jets that only seemed to piss Chat Noir off more. The top opened and out stepped an equally angry looking professor in a black lab coat and goggles. 

"And I'm guessing that's our target," Ladybug said, flicking the gigantic T-Rex in the nose as it leaned in closer to her and leaving a divot in the machine's steel frame. 

"Who dares question the paleontological engineering genius of-" Dr. Oliver stopped as he spotted Chat Noir. "...Chat Noir?" 

"No, I'm a very disappointed kitty who wanted to chase lizards today," Chat Noir said. 

"And…" Dr. Oliver pointed at Ladybug. "Wait, when did you get back?" 

"Three days ago; haven't you heard?" Ladybug said, bumping her shoulder into Chat Noir's. 

"I was in jail on bank robbing charges," Dr. Oliver said. "They only played football and reruns of terrible BBC baking shows." 

"Well, here's the only news story you need," Ladybug said. "Ladybug and Chat Noir are back in Paris." 

"And more than ready to stick our Little-foots up your tin can tailpipe, you tacky old veloci-loser!" Chat Noir spat, cracking his knuckles. "Get my hopes up, will you…" 

"You got your hopes up," Ladybug pointed. 

"And I'm taking it out on him!" Chat Noir said, brandishing his baton in the perturbed professor's face. "Come out of the Zord with your hands in the air and I'll see if we can get you some Land Before Time DVD's to entertain you in prison." 

"But…how?!" Dr. Oliver stammered. "How are you…I-I thought you two were finished!" 

"We were, but…" Ladybug spared a smile for her partner. "Life…finds a way." 

The hiss of dozens of whirring servos drew her attention to the small pack of robotic velociraptors that closed in around them. At the far end of the street, a large mechanical triceratops angled three cannons in their direction while a small pack of pterodactyl drones whirred overhead. 

"So…little guys are worth one point?" 

"Big suckers are at least five," Ladybug agreed. 

"And the big guy has to be a dime," Chat Noir said, teeth flashing as he snapped his staff out to full length. "No cheating now." 

"I trust you'll keep me honest," Ladybug said, springing into the air alongside her partner. They hung for a moment in mid air, suspended above the encroaching crowd of mechanical monsters, before diving like twin falling stars into the melee, back to back as it always should have been. 

[auxins-insanities]

been meaning to say this, but i am very soon going to be going on a possibly pretty long hiatus. there's stuff going on with family currently, im rethinking some decisions, and overall i just dont want to be the adult that wishes that they spent more time outside or doing other irl things as a teenager. this isnt a goodbye, but definitely a change in how things will likely be from now on.

i also might have a new account soon - hopefully this one will still exist, but just a forewarning in case someone pops up and says "heya its me".

ava community , you have been so amazing and supportive through everything. i cannot thank you enough for incredible times had and people met. we've been together in the silly and the ,, not (first thing that comes to mind is the us election. we've made it this far and we will continue to). this has also just been the best ava space ive ever been in , truly. i have not met a single toxic person here.

followers and mutuals , thank you so much for tuning into my ramblings, doodles, and massive amounts of bring me the horizon reblogs. im not sure what all to say to all of you because oh my god 44?? that's crazy man . i will say though.

@storgicdealer, you have helped me more than you'll ever know. you inviting me to the ava community last summer and allowing me to watch it grow is such a privilege , and also just. the fact that you felt my blog was relevant enough in ava content that you thought of me within the first 70 invited is so wild to me. and im sure you made a lot of those other 70 feel the same way. also my autocorrect keeps trying to call you storage 😔

@starry-907, you somehow manage to share my exact train of thought. it may be witchcraft, im unsure /silly . also i still think about that one dark and vic metal band idea from however long ago. also my autocorrect tries to capitalize your name so its like the soda 😔

@toridoesartstuff , haiiiiii!!! it feels like we haven't talked in forEVER but ive missed you ! i still think about you a lot but never can think of if anything to say without sounding stupid. and im bad at initiating conversations that arent "hey can i explain the whole lore of my hyperfixation to you right here right now". my autocorrect leaves your name alone, but its changed like. HOW MANY TIMES NOW? /j /silly

@dynamic-k, you've been here from the beginning. you were one of the first people i followed and i remember you were one of the first to interact with my one ANCIENT dark post. thank you, although we never talked, im not sure if my blog would be where it is if you didn't interact with my silly little post a year ago.

@chanceplushsk8r , you're cool. im sure we have had some wonderful interactions that i am currently blanking on, but this post wouldn't be complete without you on it. also i love your art grrrrr /silly . you were again one of the people i feel like have been here forever, and can't thank you enough for contributing to the community and just. being there and being cool i guess. also my autocorrect tried to spell your name like brook the body of water once 😔

@bmft, you're so so talented and because you share an interest with me, you're automatically cool in my eyes. i actually didn't recognize you from the bmth server until i saw your art posted here lmao. also my autocorrect tries to call you birthday 😔

now some questions im sure no one was thinking but i will answer anyway:

how long is this hiatus planned to last? likely until the summer, and by that point i will be off doing cool summer stuff and will probably have lower activity than usual. unless its too hot to go outside, in which case ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

what do you define as a hiatus? little to no activity, so if you see me occasionally liking something, you don't have to be like "they are a liar!!! and lies about this hiatus!!!!!" . right now im just playing it by ear.

should i respond to this post (if i was mentioned or otherwise)? yes!! the actual hiatus will likely start in a few days, so i will see your responses.

im in the ava community? youre gonna be giving me a long ass recap come summer lmao /silly

i hope everyone does well!! and do feel free to mention me if something is important and you feel i should be involved as soon as i can be. all that being said, you can expect me to go of the radar within the first week of this month, as long as this plan doesn't fall through . love you all, and stay safe <3

[desertfangs]

GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS

Tagged by: the super cool @sam-reid (thank you!)

What’s the origin of your username?: I wanted a new one (I can't even remember my old one now???) and it just came to me, I don't know. Deserts are full of snakes, snakes have fangs... vampires have fangs.

OTP(s) + ship name: My OTP of all time is Armand/Daniel (Devil's Minion) and they have been for like... years and years. I've also fallen in love with Marius/Daniel (Maridan) in the last few years. But I ship a lot of the VC ships. My (primary) OT3s are Armand/Daniel/Lestat and Marius/Armand/Daniel. I don't think they have names. BroTP w/ benies? Lestat/Daniel all the way.

Favorite color: Purple. I don't wear a lot of it (I mostly wear black... lifetime goth) but if I'm buying something other than clothes and it comes in purple, that's the color I'm getting.

Song stuck in your head: The Giver by Chappell Roan.

Weirdest habit/trait: I talk to myself more than I should.

Hobbies: Writing, Reading, Baking, Video Games

If you work, what’s your profession?: I work at a real estate tech company doing back end support stuff. It's not glamorous but it pays the bills.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?: Lottery winner so I can spend my free time traveling, writing vampire nonsense, and generally enjoying life, ha! But if I could make a living at it, I'd love to write books.

Something you’re good at: I'm great at making little cheesecakes in my instant pot. Also I think I'm pretty okay at writing.

Something you hate: The state of my crumbling country and the disgusting bigotry and racism that's helping destroy it Mushrooms

Something you collect: Vampire Chronicles books with different covers, Octopus Plushies. I used to collect shot glasses from everywhere I traveled but I don't drink anymore and I gave most of the collection to a housemate when I moved - I kept the cool masquerade masks one I got in NOLA though. I've started collecting magnets when I travel instead.

Something you forget: That Rose and Viktor exist LMAO sorry That not everyone's brain works like mine and sometimes that means how I think I'm coming off is not at all how people see me

What’s your love language?: Acts of Service. I tend to do things for people to show I care or try or offer to do things. It makes me feel good to feel helpful and useful.

Favorite movie/show: Definitely into Yellowjackets right now, that show is constantly throwing me through a loop. I also recently really loved Agatha All Along - nice to see an asshole protagonist who's a woman tbh. Some of my favorite shows of all time are Community, The Walking Dead, Pushing Daisies, and The Last of Us.

Favorite movies include Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, Ghostbusters, and Lilo and Stitch.

Favorite food: Probably pizza because it's so versatile but I also love sushi a lot.

Favorite animal: Octopuses. Cats. Whales.

What were you like as a child?: Aggressively undiagnosed autistic and weird. I didn't have a lot of friends but everyone would come to me to bitch about their friends when they were annoyed, lol (I guess I'm a good person to rant to.) I got better at making friends in high school, though I still struggle with it. I spent a lot of time playing with Legos and reading books.

Favorite subject at school: French.

Least favorite subject: Math. I am so bad at it it's embarrassing and the reason I didn't go into science tbh. I'd have made a kick ass geologist.

What’s your best character trait?: I'm reliable AF. If I say I'm going to do something, I will absolutely do it unless forces conspire against me.

What’s your worst character trait?: I'm stubborn and tend to self-isolate and then feel lonely and rejected even when it's my own fault. Basically I'm way more like Marius than I should probably admit

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet: Maybe Leonard Nimoy. He seems like he was a cool dude. I did see him once at a Star Trek convention but did not get to speak with him, alas.

Tagging: @leslutdepointedulac, @inexplicablepeas, @fofoqueirah, @this-writer-needs-coffee, @rebelrevenant and @tulinokkaelain (tried to avoid tagging anyone I'd already seen tagged) - and anyone else who wants to do this.

[kaorunai]

Hi, hi!!! I saw you have an inbox now omgggg, can i request mikoto, mido, and john (orekoto) x reader (siblings) just. Handling their sibling that almost committed suicide and has self-harmed themselves? I needed comfort :3

If you can't write for the three of them just pick one of ur favs! Thx for ur service and 👋 (i think u know me :3)

Kayano Mikoto, John, Midokoto & Reader

Summary : the worst thing to happen ended up happening.

Note : this is like. REALLY long. Maybe longer than usual idk that's rlly up to you guys

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Mikoto :

"Are you feeling any better?" He said as he hands you some warm tea.

It's been a few days since you.. You know. The first time Mikoto saw you distressed was probably the worst memory he's ever had of you. His younger sibling, trying to go beyond the limit of hurting yourself.

The feeling of dread when he saw you starting to limp on the floor, and reaching out to him. That memory playing over and over again in his head while he was waiting for you at the hospital.

He was lucky enough for the boss to let all the workers have a few days of vacation. An odd order from the boss but he took it nonetheless. Imagine his shock when he finds you with a wound on your chest.

Were you okay? And why hadn't he seen the signs earlier? It should've been obvious.. If he truly cared and loved you he would've known why you wanted to do it. He should've—

"Mr. Kayano?" He looks to his side to see the nurse walking into your room. "Please excuse me, I'm here to replace the IV." Mikoto lets the nurse in as she changes the IV.

When the nurse walked out of the room you mumbled to Mikoto about something. Mikoto couldn't hear you the first and asked politely if you could repeat what you said. You apologized, for being such a 'burden' and making worry so much.

Out of nowhere, he embraced a hug with you as he tried to comfort you. "Don't say stuff like that.. You're still young. You haven't discovered yourself fully, and there's probably a lot of things that's stressing you out."

"I'm sorry for not seeing the signs earlier.. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you.. I'm sorry I'm always working late hours. I should've spent more time with you, everything's so stressful right? Let's just forget about it. What matters is now."

You hugged him back and cried into his shoulder, apologizing. He soothe your worries and apologized back, and tells you how you don't need to worry about 'those' things anymore. Everything will be alright.

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John :

It's been a few days and you were finally discharged from the hospital. The doctor gave you some medication, to which you were a bit skeptical of, but he assured you how it won't cause further pain for you.

When you returned home, the smell of curry filled the entire house. At first, you thought your mother was home, and rushed to the kitchen to find your brother cooking in the kitchen.

You walked over to him and asked when did he get home, and why he didn't pick you up when you were discharged from the hospital. He turns around to look at you before realizing you were there at all.

"Oh, sorry. I wanted to come pick you up, but I got a call from the doctor telling me that you already went home." He stops cooking for a bit. "How are you." He went to the fridge and opened it, giving you a bottle of water.

"Sit down. It took you a while to get here didn't it? So you should rest first." You followed his suggestion and sat on the couch. Going back to the house didn't feel as relieving as you thought it'd be, maybe it's because mom wasn't here.

But there's no way you'd be upset over that. Sure mom isn't here for a bit but she's definitely arriving home earlier, I mean her child was just out of the hospital what mother wouldn't want to see their child then?

.. Right?

..

"Here." He puts a plate of curry and rice down at the table in front of you. "Eat up. You're going to need it after everything." His tone of voice sounded a little harsh, but his words were.. Nice? Maybe? You don't know.

He sat beside you as you ate your food. The quiet atmosphere was a little awkward, and you expected your brother to start talking more, but even he looked puzzled on how to start a conversation.

After a few minutes of silence, he opened his mouth and asked you a question. "Is there... Anything you want to tell me?.." You look at him confused while still eating your food. "You know, since you've uh, did that.. I was wondering if there was something you wanted to talk to me about. How is it going with mom? Are you two doing well?"

His voice sounded uncertain, as if he was asking himself if it was that was the right thing to ask. Then, your eyes started to swell, and tears were starting to build up in your eyes. You were about to cry, before stopping yourself and wiping the tears with your sleeve.

'Mikoto' noticed how you've hesitated on answering and looked down, he tried to look at you in the eye only to be met with the sound of you sniffling. He quickly grabbed onto your shoulders to make you look at him and see tears already running down your face.

"What... What happened? Why are you crying?.." You try to shake away from before he let's go of you, realizing how accidentally strong his grip was. "I'm.. Sorry. Did I hurt you? Did I say the wrong thing?.."  You shake your head and told him how he's done nothing wrong, and that you were just 'sad'.

His eyebrows furrowed as he remembered his question from before. "Is it mom?.. She didn't do anything bad to you did she?" His voice started to sound slightly irritated as he finished his sentence. Why did he make it sound like he'll hurt mom if she did do something bad to you?

You told him no and gave him the actual reason on why you decided to do it. He looked at you in disbelief and kept on asking you on why you didn't tell him sooner. He saw how uncomfortable you got and backed away a bit, apologizing briefly.

"If there's anything wrong.. Just tell me, tell 'us'." He emphasized the us to you loudly, as you got confused. 'Mikoto' just sighs and hugs you quickly, before holding onto your shoulders.

"Listen. If anything happens, don't be scared to tell me. I'm your brother, no matter what kind of situation you'll be in I will always help. Do you get that?" You hesitantly nod your head.

"Good. Now go to sleep, I already cleaned your bedroom." You felt a pang of guilt stab your chest as you realized you left all the hard work to 'Mikoto'. Before you could apologize 'Mikoto' turned his head at you and glared. "Don't even think about apologizing."

You kept your mouth shut and walked to your bedroom, leaving 'Mikoto' in the living room alone.

"Jeez those two are exactly the same." John muttered under his breath.

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Midokoto :

You slept on your bed, yet your eyes were still awake. You fluttered your eyelids from time to time, it felt so surreal. You nearly ended your life, and now you're here sleeping in your bed like nothing happened?

No one was at fault, really, it was just you. It's always been just you. Mom isn't usually home, since she's always working from day to night. Mikoto also works out side the city, you didn't even know he was home, you thought he went back to his apartment to continue working.

Don't even start with dad, that guy left the family like it was nothing. He was too busy with work and couldn't always be there with the family? Bullshit. Nothing but a two-faced bitch who's willing to make empty promises to his childre—

"Hey, you there?" A knock was heard coming from your bedroom door. It sounds like your brother but not exactly?.. You tell him to come in and he opens the door, strangely his bangs were shaped differently, like it was trying to cover one of his eye.

You brush off this 'new' look your brother had and asked him why he knocked on the door. "Was trying to check if you were asleep or not, turns out you weren't. It's 12 am you know? I don't think someone who was just discharged from the hospital should be awake at this hour."

You groan and tell him how it was because he knocked on the door when you were about to close your eyes. "No I doubt that. Even if you were about to sleep you wouldn't be able to hear the knock since you sleep like a log."

You ask if that was supposed to be an insult to which he replies by shrugging and sitting on the side of your bed. Now that you were awake you didn't know what you should be doing now. I mean your brother is just sitting on the side of the bed saying nothing.

What has been going on with your brother? He's been awfully quiet for the past few hours. You wouldn't be too surprised if he saw a cat got run over by some- "it's a weird feeling huh." You look at him, his back facing you.

You ask why. "Well, your life nearly ended, but you're just here trying to sleep. Is it not an odd feeling?" You stare at him for a while before staring back at the ceiling. "Sorry. Too harsh?" He looked through his shoulder to see you wipe your tears.

"Ah, right. You're.. A little bit more sensitive than 'me'." When you finished wiping your cheeks you look at him in confusion. He phrased the sentence really.. Weird? Maybe you're weird.

You both sat in silence. "Didn't 'I' tell you to sleep? You should sleep now." There's that weird phrasing again. He ruffled your hair before standing up, be looked back at you, smiling. "Don't sleep too late, you don't want to miss breakfast do you?"

You tell him okay, he nods and walks to the door, walking out and closing it behind him. You watched as the door closed, and the sound of silence fills the room, but this time it feels eerie.

Like there's really nothing, just nothing, no one to talk to... No one to feel the presence of.

God.. This is terrifying.

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Note : this took longer than I had anticipated. Sorry friends. ALSO THIS WAS SOOOO POORLY WRITTEN BECAUSE I WROTE IT ON SEPERATE DAYS WHICH MEANS I WAS ON SEPERATE MOODS WHICH MEANS MY WRITING STYLE WILL CHANGE OHHH MY GOD

[nudibutch]

long post abt me thinking about my dom likes/dislikes. im musing. i feel like this is needed to get my thoughts straightened out since its been on my mind lately.

things i dont like when domming

- raw power/physically overpowering someone, roughness. for example i don't think i could ever comfortably facefuck someone Hard hard. id be too worried about hurting them and that would be on my mind the entire time. i also dont think physical force is my style. it doesnt really fit my personality

- 100% degradation. same as above. i don't enjoy being mean this way.... it feels bad to me and i would constantly worry they think i mean it

- certain power dynamics. i dont like the idea of someone subbing to me because im stronger than them, know more than them, better than them, have a position of power over them (eg prof/student rp)...

- making decisions for my partner. in general i don't think im looking for "no thoughts head empty" in this way.

- brats. i just really dont like the dynamic. a lot of the ways brats want to be dommed falls under rougher/harsher tactics and it more often than not annoys and frustrates me because it feels like im fighting someone when im just trying to cooperate. a GOOD brat dynamic requires a LOT of communication and even then i can only try and "tame" the brat (whatever its called) for so long.

- cnc. this is a super hard gray area to navigate between overstim/free use, which i can be into, but requires a LOT of communication and i would not just do it with anyone right off the bat. i still had hesitations doing this with partners i knew very well.

things i DO like when domming/the idea of when domming

- bondage. i like the look, and i like the physical helplessness it creates for a sub. i like honing sensation and this is definitely one of the ways to do it.

- experimentation/exploration. not in the literal sense - everything should always be discussed beforehand - but i like slow toying/appreciation. i dont like rushing to a destination and i think this comes out a lot with teasing.

- certain power dynamics. unlike the ones i listed before i REALLY like the idea of power in the sense of, "i safely led this person to this state of mind" and also "i can safely lead them to the kind of experience i want them to have".

- exhibition. i LOVE taking pictures, videos, etc. i like posting certain things. i really like the idea of tying up/teasing/and/or fingering a sub in front of a small audience. i like the idea of showing off not only how well i can make this person fall apart, but also how pretty they are when they do.

things i find interesting reflecting on my past dominant experiences:

- i almost never ask for the things i like when domming, and i almost never make a decision when it comes to any sexual act. i always ask, "how do you want to be fucked" and never really say, "im gonna fuck you." i think this is kind of because of my aversion to "things i don't like" #1/#3/#4. no matter how many times a sub says "i want you to do whatever you want to me", or "just fuck me", i dont really adhere to that and i dont trust it. that might be because of bad past experiences with subs without specific constraints. it might be because its undefined cnc to me, and im really worried about doing something a sub doesnt want after they say, "fuck me however you want." thats almost definitely residual from subs with shit communication skills. more on that below.

- that being said, i think there probably exists a sweet spot in the above bullet point. i SHOULD, theoretically, be doing a little more of what i like and want, as a dom, and not just exist as a 2-dimensional service top. this isnt to say that i havent enjoyed past domming experiences - i really have. but looking back, i think ive spent a disproportionate amount of time asking subs what they want and like, and less time talking about what i like. this is partly because no one really asks, and this is partly because im historically bad at speaking up. if something is Working Just Fine, im not inclined to change it - partly because im afraid of the rejection of my desires if i DO speak up (ie, they arent worth anything, which gets back to a core belief ive been addressing in therapy, etc.). this has definitely happened in the past where i try to bring up certain things and a sub expresses obvious disdain, and i backpedal it hard to assure them its not a big deal and to just forget about it. thats almost definitely a result of domming subs with poor communication/sense of self issues, and certainly not my fault, but i need to get better about vetting people that will respond maturely in a discussion about desires/kinks/etc. my dom dynamic and style is fine, but seems incredibly passive when i think about it, and it shouldnt be like that. it should be a two way street, and my partner SHOULD be expressing curiosity and excitement about learning what im into.

- a personal priority of mine is figuring out what my needs are for dom aftercare. i spend a lot of time making sure a sub is okay after, and that in and of itself can SOMETIMES be "aftercare" for me - i get to check in with them, make sure they enjoyed what happened, and that reassures me what i did was okay, too. but outside of that i dont have a clear idea. i think subs asking or offering specific things helps a lot. cuddling is important. if someone just up and leaves or is like "alright lets go out" after sex i really dont do well with the transition. i need to speak up more about this, but also i need to prioritize finding people who just know to ask or check in.

[riddlesmoon]

stop using character.ai. i know youve heard it before, i know you want to keep using it because youre lonely, or scared of being called cringe or made fun of, or you dont trust anyone enough to open up about your kinks, or people posturing about ai have gotten on your nerves because all they do is shit on you for using it without addressing why you actually want to use it! i get it, ive been there. still, with all the love i have, i promise you, there are better options that dont dubiously scrape from other peoples work or use a metric fuck ton of electricity. or has a shitty ass filter that stops you from progressing beyond heavy petting 😒

1. at the very least, if you are still insecure about your writing skill or dont want to involve other people, you can run an LLM on your own machine. the less people use big websites like char.ai (especially those that try to monetise themselves and thus have an incentive to expand as big as possible), the less servers they will buy (and keep running all the time, unlike a locally-run ai that you only turn on once in a while!). everything is stored locally too, so trust, no one will judge you. but i know it requires a fairly beefy pc (though i think there are some mobile options too? your phone might also have to be beefy tho im not sure i havent tried) so if you cant do that, a secondary option is to use a smaller site which doesnt plan to monetise (as in large-scale advertising and premium plans. nearly all sites will have a paid plan to support their servers, but these should be like donations rather than something that locks major features behind a paywall) since that still reduces the demand for char.ai's servers. (and you might say well it just moves demand to another site but i think char.ai is probably the worst with its premium plan. its better than nothing!) not to mention most sites that dont limit your content generally arent looking to monetise. cuz advertisers would not really want to work with that lol

2. rp with someone. i knowww this is scary and a lot of people have bad experiences. unfortunately, such is the mortifying ordeal of being known. trust me, i did not grow up roleplaying, i have only rped with real people like, less than 5 times. but it still makes the best content: when you can find someone you agree with, you can share some of the thinking and planning workload with them, they might come up with ideas you didnt, and every sentence they send is thought out and intentional. but yes, finding that perfect partner is hard, and it may not last. something something friendships. (also if everyone has the same reasons to use char.ai, it means youre all kindred spirits! CRINGEred sprits! your cringe partner might be out there!!)

3. write it yourself. i know this one is hard especially for beginner writers. what you write doesnt match up to what you have in your head. but if youve used ai extensively youll know half the shit they say doesnt match up to what you have in your head either. you mightve spent more time editing their responses. thats a good sign that you want to and can write! and theres plenty of people willing to look over and beta your work, whether for grammar and spelling or to smooth out major plot points. of course its harder to find the latter, but i would say its easier than finding the perfect rp partner, since they dont necessarily have to be entirely invested in your story.

ai chatbots are far from perfect anyway. they make a ton of mistakes, not least because they learn from prompts given by the bot creator, which simply cannot encompass knowing the actual media in your head because bots have a limits to how much info they can retain. even in a single rp, if it gets too long, they will start to forget details. if youre an aspiring writer and dont mind fixing those as you go, you can definitely dive into writing your own fics instead. i believe in you!

and if youre still scared of being called cringe or exposing your deepest darkest fantasies, message me and we can work something out. im pretty open to the craziest stuff and im already like bottom-of-the-barrel cringe in fandoms as a yumejo (selfshipper), so trust, youre not getting ANY judgement from me. i also like beta'ing cuz it fulfils the urge to write without having to think of plot and shit LMAO. or you can pay me to write the full fic idk

so yeah lets get out of this ai hole together!!! 💪

(and if youre not really looking to rp or write seriously, or are lazy and just pop into char.ai for a short convo or two, i cant exactly stop you, but just think about what youre doing. there are better hobbies i prommy. love you)

[everydaydg]

La Mulana EX - Progress Report

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Final thoughts.

...unless you have the patience of a saint or an unbreakable will... or just a general affinity for adventure games that require you to get down and take proper note of all detail, please don't play this lmao.

of all the action games ive played, all the puzzle games, all the adventure games, RPGs and everything else; no matter if it was frustrating or smooth throughout, I can always imagine a big group of people enjoying whatever I try.

This game falls into a space I don't think ive ever ran into before where the demographic that it was made for might not even like it.

Every bit of this game is designed in reverence to an age of games that no longer existed by 2005, even less by 2010. By the time La Mulana originally released, most people were probably done with that type of design and found it to be archaic and a waste of time.

around 94% of players on steam have never seen the end of it.

around 89% of players on Vita have never seen the end.

It really sinks in when I have to type it out. there are no words that can describe how I feel about this. "a blissful sorrow" is not enough but its a start.

Im glad I toughed it out even if I will admit that it was a bit taxing on myself picking it up again (those following me through march... I am so fucking sorry)

Once you get over the incredibly rough first impression, the game has a lot to give. It has so much.

Its hard to find a game ... like this.

Every bit of it has so much passion and love, I cant attribute this game to hate. While it is more than happy to fuck with the player in every possible way, every aspect is so carefully crafted.

The manuals, the music, the sprite work, the dialogue, the story, stage design, puzzle design.

every. second. was made with such a deep respect... to a genre of games that is extinct.

The dev team knew that the type of game they made will be unenjoyable to most that attempt it... and that did not make them waver one second in regards to maintaining their vision on the project

Which also applies to the remake. Im impressed on the fact that in some areas, they doubled down on the cryptic aspects.

I do not blame anyone for not wanting to beat it or spent another second with it after the gate of guidance and honestly, I don't know if I would want anyone else to go through some of the headaches this whole experience gave me. I do not feel like the same person after beating this (as stupid as that sounds). In the span of a month I went from criticizing all the dumb ideas at the start of the experience... to finding them endearing and oddly appreciating them.

I believed that they should have tried to water down their vision so it could be more palatable to me... so I could play a game id 100% enjoy and say is the best thing ever...

but if they did that, what would this whole thing... even be.

this was a real test of patience and I think I needed that honestly.

I still believe that the gate of guidance is a total failure on its purpose as the introduction to the game.

Its quite frankly the worst way you could ever start a game like this. it doesn't introduce the flow of exploration well and it is a big reason as to why I dropped the game... twice... in the span of a month.

I mean yeah it introduces some ideas that are later implemented in some other areas like invisible walls, pressure plates, tablet reading and so on

... but no other god damn area has an invisible bridge, man.

but past that, I found the puzzles to be quite fun! I mean yeah I did utilize Cheshire's Hint Guide from time to time but for early to mid game, id say you can reasonably make do with what you're given...

I do have to critique how ridiculous the latter half of the game is (on the lead up to the dimensional corridor and everything past that) as I think even with the hints provided its a stretch to ask of the player to push through some of this stuff

Im. mixed on this.

At its best, La Mulana its one of the most satisfying games ive played

At its worst, La Mulana is one of the most apathetic experiences ive ever had with a game. It went beyond anger or sadness, just an emptiness.

... Man I fucking loved the endless corridor number puzzle. That was so god damm fun and it takes the cake for my favorite puzzle in the game.

but man the latter fucking shit with the whatever fuck of birth... fuck

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

FUCK

... fuck

and I liked the gate of illusion.

I do believe it is an unparalelled experience getting familiar with the game and its tricks... idk

This whole thing is a bit ramble.

I liked it. I enjoyed it a lot. its not one of my favorites of all time but it kind of is now. A great feeling of catharsis is all over me

I could... keep going on and on and on about my thoughts on every little thing... but I think its best if I leave it here for now

I am a bit tired, its nearly 4AM

Shawn Kosugi you can suck my dick from the back. im going to fucking kill you. I hate you

ok I want to cap this off with this.

put yourself out there a little more. you dont have to do so now or tomorrow, maybe not this year if stuff isnt going well... but its worth going out of your way to experience something that pushes you out of your usual

The real experiences come from the uncomfortable nature of the unknown and you might find an appreciation for something you never had any respect for before.

[grossdyke]

for the hot takes thing:

idk if they are hot takes on this blog tbh because the tumblr fandom has messed up my perception of what is popular and what is not but anyway here they are

i do not give a fuck about dorlene. i cant see it. it very often seems like forced lesbian representation to me. like, oh, lets throw them in here so that people dont say maybe i should have some sapphic women in my art if im trying to write about the queer experience. i read only one fic in my entire life that made them interesting and fleshed out characters. usually they are incredibly boring and i dont like it

marauderstok makes me a gatekeeper. i hate gatekeeping but then i see someone on tiktok talking about bartylily or sunkiller or moonrose or peter x barty and i just cant deal with that. they dont get them!!!! i dont even like most of these ships that much but i have moots that do and im overly protective of their blorbos. those people on tiktok dont understand bartylily!!! they are just into it cause it seems weird and unusual!! they dont see the vision of the pure hatred between barty and james that turns into sexual tension! they dont understand why barty would fall in love with peter and they try to make all of these ships into sketches!!! they are not!! those are my children youre talking about!!!

i am not a james fan tbh. probably because of how long ive hated him for. when i was a child and read hp for the first time the scenes with snape made me despise the guy. i spent years trying to explain to people that yes maybe he changed but he was still a terrible bully and nothing can ever excuse that. it got so bad my mom banned me from talking about james potter in our house because ive just said the same things over and over. 9yearold me was very determined. i know that all the marauders were involved but somehow it only affects my relationship with james. i know it unlogical but i just dont like him

on the topic of marauders and sev. i HATE the way fandom acts about it. acknowledge that your favorite characters were flawed! they weren't good people! what the fuck do you mean "i'm proud of james for bullying snape! someone had to do it. snape was just so bullyable"?? snape was a 11year old kid who was incredibly abused at home!!

again on the topic of severus. if i see one more joke made about his hair i'm going to go insane. are you guys aware that sometimes children are neglected so bad that their parents don't teach them things that are obvious to most of us, like how to wash your hair? have you heard about this concept of people not caring about their child and not buying them hygiene products? have your heard about poverty? have you heard about not having enough money to provide your child with all the things they need, including shampoo?

sorry for all that about sev. i am just very passionate about the way he's treated in this fandom. on the topic of characters being treated poorly by the fandom - dumbledore. some people truly believe that it's all his fault which is just so weird to me. he's obviously a deeply flawed man who made a lot of mistakes and i don't necesserily like him but i think we can all acknowledge that he's not the one who killed lily and james? like. he should've fought harder for sirius, obviously, but he didn't murder dorcas. he's not the ultimate villain that people make him out to be

i realise this is more about the fandom than the characters itself and i apologize it's just what's currently on my mind

whew lets get into it……

agreed. they often feel like the token lesbians that are just. already there. so might aswell just throw them into the story lmao and they wont have to flesh them out. i like my own version of dorlene, but yeah :/ people just aren’t interested in lesbians but what else is new

PEOPLE ON TIKTOK ARE TALKING ABOUT BARTLILY ????? jesus…………..

honestly i respect this so much... your mom banning you from talking about james made me laugh out loud…… Mad Respect

honestly. im very grey in this area. i like making fun of his hair unfortunately, but in other contexts i also think sevs greasy hair has a swaggy seductive lesbian flair. depends on how he’s being characterized. i saw a post today that was like ’cant help but laugh at people being angry about people objectifying fictional characters when they’re fundamentally dependant on being objects’ which i fully agree with. it’s part of litterature and film making that the (im gonna talk in film terms bc im a film student) that the mise-en-scene is an active choice, meaning that the way characters are dressed and presented is meant to, on purpose, reveal things about said characters. and often its driven by stereotypes that the audience has. severus is meant to look like a loser because he’s portrayed like a loser / and as someone who will be the victim of bullying. its simply the way his characters is canonically written and portrayed, and writers and viewers pick up on that. also im unfortunately one of the people who think bullying fictional characters is funny. it’s fictional and fandom, and never once have i stumbled upon a person who can’t balance the made-up fandom rules regarding fictional characters and their actuail real life morals. not saying these people don’t exist, but i certainly don’t kiki with them. fandom just doesnt affect real life issues in way some people sometimes seem to think. im personally a severus Lover and his biggest hater depending on the setting/hc’s/etc

i love albus, but i love him because i genuinely think he’s despicable. im not interested in his supposed reedming qualities and i personally dont think he has any….. he allowed teenagers to fight his wars and canonically didnt deny that he doesnt care for harry / and that he raised him like a pig for slaughter. its what makes him interesting. his childhood and early adult years make him one of the most fascinating characters in the fandom.. like i have so many feelings about him. he breaks my heart, he’s awful, he believes he’s good because he has good intentions, he yearns after grindelwald all his life and it was a 2 month summer romance, he killed his sister, his brother barely speaks to him. he’s a tragedy, but still despicable…… but i respect your opinion so much king thank you for sharing

MWAH loved these, thank you…. 🤍🤍

[yarnclan]

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Most impactful death scean:

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Probably Yellowfang. I really love mentor-y characters, and dieing is usually part of that. I think i did cry when i first read it as a child. Her acknowlaging Fireheart as more of a son to her than Brokenstar, and that having helped him grow to be a nobel cat, and mentoring Cinderpelt, are things that she can be proud of. And the fact that Fireheart saves Bramblekit over her, and the implications that has on their relationship going forward. And what it means Cinderpelt as well.... ahhh

I'm really excited for this one in the graphic novel, considering how much they've focused on Yellowfang and Fireheart.

Also Tigerstar being killed by Scourge. For completly different reasons. It's kinda one of the most interesting things the series has ever done plot wise. And the scean itself is so brutal and vivid in my mind.

Also Briarlight, though I dont think she should have been killed. Its just a heartbreaking scene.

Favorite journey:

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I think the journey to bring all the Clans to the lake teritories. I like it when all the clans have to work together, and its the most extreme example of it. Traveling with such a large group also gives a lot of interesting dynamics and obsticals. An extention of that, probably one of my favorite parts of the new prophecy, is when Brambleclaw, Squirrelflight, Tawnypelt, Crowfeather and Mistyfoot go on a scouting party around the lake to find locations for each camp. I like how it shows what they take into consideration for where they want to live, and the discriptions of each territory. Also, i love ThunderClan's quarry camp and Squilf doesnt get enough credit for being the one to find it.

I havent read River yet, but Im very excited to read about Frostpaw and Nightheart's Excellent Adventure.

Character with the most wasted potential:

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Every. Character. In. Warriors.

I have a lot of inturpritations of various characters (Brambleclaw, Spottedleaf, Nightheart) but i know they probably arent Really Canon, so they do count as wasted potential in my mind, but they arent exactly counter to canon so....

Needletail. Her death was impactful, and im glad she spent some time as an angry ghost instead of immediatly falling into StarClan Wisdom mode. But she was the one of the Unruly Children to almost have a coherent understanding of the problems in clan society. She thought Darktail was the answer, because he positioned himself that way and she was inexperienced and lonely. I wish she had survived because it could have been really interesting to see her trying to reckon with her ideals post-Darktail. Maybe have her be the one to acknowlage that all of that happened because of Onestar and his prejudeces. To know that she wasn't entirly incorrect in observing that the Clan's devotion to tradition causes a lot of problems.

In my fantasy world she'd even become deputy under Tawnystar and eventually leader... and Violetshine could become leader of SkyClan... and Tigerheart and Dovewing stay with the gaurdian cats idk. Or form a new clan somewhere else. Tigerheart being her deputy could be fine i guess. But i feel like she'd do something wild and pick dovewing instead lol. Having a leader with strong opitions that run counter to clan tradition while also being kinda prickly and sarcastic would be really fun I think. And just in general i wish she got to live. I like her.

Related, ive been on a 'Tawnypelt should have been Tawnystar and its robbery that she didn’t" kick recently.

Also kinda related, Tree. I wish he had more influence in the clans, and that he was even more of a hippie. I wish the mediator role would be adopted by all the clans.

[prismatic-dreaming]

am i reviving this blog to ramble on about my tav bc ive been playing a bunch of bg3 .......maaaaaybe

i should really remember this exists and do more character writing in general buuut today im having seraphine thoughts aka a massive ramble under the cut

shes my little guy i love her so much look at her *points*

i went wild with the mods and customizations making her extra as fuck because i mean so am i when it comes to characters (ignore her eyebrow colors i couldnt do anything about them, also she has earrings but im not at the pc i play on rn i think this laptop would melt trying lmao esp on the high gfx settings to not have her face be unanimated and detached from her head)

as you can see shes a tiefling but shes also a silver draconic ancestry sorc! currently lv5 in the underdark act 1 and a gay idiot for karlach with hubris and little self preservation between her ice powers and innate fire resistance so they've kissed twice and she regrets nothing she's feral to get that engine fixed we've already got our second piece of infernal iron on standby

when she's not being gay as fuck she's pretty reasonable, wants to help people out and treat the world better than it's treated her, spent some time in the church of selune (acolyte bg) and she's no cleric but faithful and grateful to the people there who helped her. willing to kill for what's right but doesn't like being too brutal about it (she's willing to help the myceanids but she's not really in the business of taking heads so she's wary). tried the illithid powers once and got freaked out, wary of the dream guardian and resisted/refused any consuming of tadpoles by either active resistance and shoving it in a chest to ignore it or just lmao not picking that up from any of the goblin camp leaders

probably what's freaked her out the most recently besides the whole tadpole thing is the susur blooms taking away her magic, it's been a part of her her whole life, for better or for worse - it was a bit volatile and troublesome before she learned how to harness it properly but now it's something she holds close, and losing a part of herself that felt fundamental, a presence that was always there freaked her out a bit. she definitely ended up talking to gale a bit about magic and sat close (but not too close) to karlach cause she makes her feel safe and the underdark's starting to get to her a bit but these darn sidequests must be done and the shadowlands sound terrible!

she wants a hug but the only one she feels comfortable asking for that literally cant ;n;

also pet scratch and the owlbear ofc they're besties now its so cute

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

yamikage x arthur? :> (or if you want to rant, m/etak/irby?)

AYO shoutout to the like two people who ship this I SEE YOU QUANBLOVK respect

i know i just said id probably write something cute and fluffy but this ship is deeply hilarious to me as a concept. its divorce the ship. theyd be so ♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️ if that makes sense to certain people. i want them to constantly fume about each other in the same way where it can be interpreted as theyre the only thing the other person ever thinks about and yet if they were to ever finally get rid of the other they would feel sort of empty in their life. detective x master thief vibes. b. batman x joker even???????? anyways they should try to kill each other and then kiss

putting the me//takir//by one under the cut HAHAH THANKS FOR THE BITEY EXCUSE EVEN THOUGH YOUVE ALREADY HEARD MY TANGENTS LOGAN ILY /P /AFF

you know i know i Also just said that i would give people a very long very angry tangent but i think this one from a fandom perspective is very fascinating. in terms of the jp fandom in which we all know its the most popular ship by Miles i personally just try to turn my head and give them more benefit of the doubt due to cultural differences regarding views on fictional content and like. while its gross if they ship something weird i think theres something to be said about westerners trying to enforce their own views regarding purity onto other cultures does that make sense. thats just their own problem they need to work out and so im not gonna Inherently think someones an awful person for shipping me//takirby (unless its anime me//takirby or some shit obviously. take this whole paragraph as me operating under the assumption that theyre using game me//takirby. if anyone ships anime me//takirby im just killing you)

in terms of the western fandom shipping me//takirby..... oh Boy

ive just been ignoring the fact that people Could see kirby as an adult but likeeee. like maybe he was an adult in the past but nowadays kumazaki has Definitely been leaning towards making him much much younger. kumazakis taken his usual very vague open to interpretation stance with insisting that kirbys "wakamono" (which for people who didnt catch that interview, just very vaguely means "young person" which opens up the interpretation that kirby could even be as old as 25ish in canon) but cmon you cant keep making his face bigger in proportion to his body making him look younger and cuter and making him super super tiny in comparison to other characters and having him explicitly not being able to read and write even though other characters can and also having him draw like shit with not even coloring inside the lines and having his best friend be bandana waddle dee and then confirming the waddle dees are all children in forgotten land and then being like "Yeah he could be an adult". like i dont mean to make the assumption that adults cant have child-like qualities but all of those in conjunction with each other are kindaaaaaaaaa hm. the fact that he cant read or write is really the most egregious to the argument that he could be an adult. but anyways

me//takirby instantly gets an L in the western fandom because of how frequently its shipped by prosh//ippers to get a rise out of people full stop. i did know some people who shipped me//takirby purely because they had spent so much time in the jp fandom spaces and thus assumed he was an adult from the get-go or could not see him as anything other than an adult so uh sorry to those people but 9/10 times im just kicking you if you ship it