#i'll probably clean up the blog in the meantime

[hatosaur]

heyo. deleted the vent from a few days ago. gonna take a break from here for a bit. my mental health admittedly hasn't been great since i moved to a new place with very minimal walkability about 6 months ago; i haven't really been able to go many places without shilling out money to be driven so i'm kinda stuck in the apartment all the time. the stuff i have to deal with vis a vis my tlou art kinda piled in with all that and made me blow my top. tlou fanart was a huge creative outlet and safe space for me and suddenly it just became Not that.

i still like tlou, i still like writing and drawing fan content for it and i may doing that for a long while still to come. i like sharing it with people who are also kinda in it for the long haul! i just don't like the whole rigamarole of being a Content Creator, most of all for a fandom. i don't like being demanded for "content", or pestered, or sucked up to, i'm legit just some lesbo. the hate i get on butch posts was gonna come no matter what but being treated that way by the people who actually like my work? that sucks!

like i said, i'll still be drawing but stuff may be a little more confined to my patreon(s) just for a little while, i don't know. i'm not really leaving here, i just won't yknow. be as online. just till it feels comfortable again.

(some might've noticed i had asks turned off for a little; they're open again if you wanna shoot me an ask. can't guarantee an answer, but it'll def be read :])

[prucanfieldsurquestions]

what are your favorite clothes to steal from each other? 👀

There were few things Gilbert liked more than accompanying his mild-mannered lover to a hockey game. The actual sport was only half the fun. The other half, of course, was-

"OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, REF!"

-was that dear, sweet Matthew wasn't so sweet in the arena.

There weren't many things that would get the Canadian to yell at the top of his lungs. Watching his beloved Leafs get a penalty they apparently didn't deserve was on the short list of those things. Gilbert could only sit back with a grin as Matthew rose out of his seat to shout obscenities in French, and then cackle as those obscenities turned more than a few heads. The buzzer signifying the end of the first period was probably a relief to those around them. Frankly, Gilbert couldn't wait for intermission to be over. In the meantime, though, Tumblr would be entertainment enough.

Crimson eyes lit up as the first thing the Prussian saw was a notification on the ask blog that had laid dormant for a few months. He grabbed the back of Matthew's jersey and pulled him down into his seat, then leaned over and showed him excitedly.

"Hey, we finally got another ask! I knew we'd get one eventually! Wasn't I telling you that last week?" He asked, then continued without waiting for an answer. "Hm… Our favourite clothing to steal from each other, huh?"

Matthew huffed and glared at the offending referee as they skated a loop around the rink. "I think my favourite thing to borrow right now would be one of your swords. Did you see that? Total bullshit! Nylander should NOT hav-"

"Mattie! Focus! The people want to know about our clothes stealing habits! We can 'talk' with the ref later, ja?"

A sigh left the Canadian as he begrudgingly turned his attention to the phone. It was probably for the best that he cool down before the next period anyways. "Okay, okay. Our favourite clothes to take from each other…"

- - -

Meetings where Matthew would be gone for a week or more were certainly not a household favourite. Gilbert stood at the front door, essentially blocking it while he adjusted Matthew's tie for the third time. He could already feel a familiar ache tugging at his heart. With a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, he looked into the perfect oceans of lavender that he would miss dearly.

"Well, I guess you're all ready, huh? Break someone's legs, babe!"

Matthew couldn't help but chuckle. "I think the phrase is 'break a leg'?"

"Yeah, but I don't want you to break your leg, so someone else can be a sacrifice!"

That chuckle quickly turned into a giggle. Strong arms wrapped around Gilbert and held him close for the last time until his return. "I'll be sure to appease the gods of PowerPoint then."

Gilbert pulled his lover down for a searing-hot kiss, one that would hopefully linger on his lips until he got back. Then, begrudgingly, he stepped out of the way so Matthew could get on his way to the stupid string of meetings taking place in America.

Whispered words of love and a promise to call later in the evening hung in the air like mist well after the door shut. This first day was always the hardest. Oh, sure, Gilbert would be fine tomorrow. There were projects to do around the house, video games to play, and Ludwig's social media to try and hack into, after all. Plenty to keep him distracted.

A sigh left his lips as he wandered from the front door to the kitchen. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, hopped up onto his designated spot on the counter, and looked around. Seemed to him that the cottage was just a little emptier and gloomier without his personal sunshine there with him.

The pity party lasted only as long as the beer did. Once his bottle was thrown in the recycling bin, Gilbert headed to the bedroom. Nothing made him feel better in Matthew's absence like doing chores, knowing he would be rewarded handsomely with praise upon the Canadian's return to a sparkling-clean house. Doing all the laundry seemed like a good start.

Of course, Gilbert had to laugh a little upon entering the bedroom. His side of the bedroom was neat and tidy, a place for everything and everything in it's place. Matthew's side, however, was a different story. It seemed to Gilbert like complete chaos, but there was some order to it. Matthew generally put his clothes in one of three piles. Pale hands grasped the empty mesh clothes hamper that hung on the back of the door and headed to the first one.

This one, always closest to the window, was the 'absolutely filthy' pile. Clothes that had mud caked on them, egregious food stains from the last food fight, or any number of other stains from the unfortunate random happenstance Matthew seemed to endure on a weekly basis were thrown in the hamper. Next, half-shoved under the bed, was the 'home clothes' pile. It had been explained that this one was clothes Matthew wouldn't necessarily wear out in public, but were fine for around the house or around their property. These were also gathered up and thrown in the hamper. The last pile, though, made Gilbert pause. This one was closest to the wardrobe, and consisted of clothes that could be worn again in polite company or in public. At the top of the pile was the hoodie Matthew wore to their bonfire the night before.

Gilbert held the teal hoodie up to inspect it for only a moment before he brought it to his face and breathed it in. It smelled like campfire smoke, yes, but there was a scent that was unmistakably Matthew under it. It was maple whiskey and cedar trees, a little car exhaust and a hint of fresh snow. It was deep, rich, and so wonderfully unique that it was near-intoxicating. A soft smile wormed it's way onto Gilbert's face as he put that hoodie on and gathered the rest of the clothes up. This first day was always the hardest. But Matthew had a wonderful habit of finding ways to make it a little easier, even in his absence.

- - -

Matthew could already feel a stress headache starting.

The border had been insanely busy for no discernable reason. There were no holidays, no big events, nothing of the sort. And it was Tuesday, for God's sake! What kind of person would just randomly go to America on a Tuesday?! Then, of course, someone was being trained on border security and had never seen his ID before. It took nearly fifteen minutes of back and forth arguing, very politely on Matthew's end I might add, before a senior border officer was brought over and settled the whole thing. Truly, Matthew wondered why he even went to meetings when it was better for his blood pressure to just stay home.

Driving as if he were in Toronto made up for some lost time, but the poor Canadian still pulled into the parking lot of the meeting hall almost an hour late. He burst into the room, messenger bag full of important documents (and snacks), to find that… the meeting hadn't started yet?

"Hey, dude! Right on time!" Alfred called from the head of the large oval table. Matthew sighed in relief as he took his designated seat.

"I thought we were supposed to start at six, though?" He asked. Other representatives began wandering to their seats as well from whatever random conversations they were having elsewhere in the room.

Alfred shrugged and turned on the projector. "Eh, I factored in about an hour for you and Feli to get here before we actually got going. So, without any further ado, let's get this meeting started!"

The first day of a week of meetings was usually the easiest. Everyone was generally in good spirits, or else too jetlagged to cause too much trouble. Usually. Today seemed like it was going to be the exception, if Arthur's apparent distaste for whatever Alfred had just said was any indication. Matthew quickly turned his attention from the impending verbal slaughter to the little reminder of home he'd brought with him.

Around his neck, on a chain stolen from some other pendant, sat one of Gilbert's many rings. This one was almost definitely over a century old. As all hell broke loose, earlier than anticipated, Matthew undid the clasp on the chain and held the ring in his hands.

This ring was simple, consisting of a gold band with a square bloodstone set in it, but it had always been among Matthew's favourites. There was something he loved about the way the metal felt when his and Gilbert's fingers were clasped together. Something about how the dark stone glinted in the light when Matthew brought his beloved's hand up for a kiss that would never stop making his heart race. A wistful smile and no small amount of homesickness accompanied the ring as he slid it on his pinky finger, the only one it would fit on.

Violet eyes glanced around the room to ensure he wasn't missing anything important while daydreaming of their bonfire the night before. Seemed like Alfred and Arthur had gotten into an impassioned argument about the proper preparation of liver, of all things, and Herakles had fallen asleep directly on Feliciano's documents. Or sketchbook. Maybe both? Either way, Matthew figured he had a few minutes at least before everything was brought back to some semblance of order.

Quiet as a ghost, he slipped out of the room and into the hall. He leaned against the wall with his phone pinched between his shoulder and his cheek. He absentmindedly played with the ring while he waited for Gilbert to pick up. Of course, he wasn't left waiting very long.

"Hallo, you've reached the sexiest retiree this side of the Atlantic, how may I help you?"

Matthew couldn't help but laugh. He continued to play with the ring on his pinky while he stole his quick few moments with his beloved, and even when he went back in the meeting room, his eyes never really left it. Briefly, he wondered if he could figure out Gilbert's ring size from it, and if so…

[arknights-imagines]

Exe is staying! 🥳🥺💕

Hiya everyone 🥺 I mentioned I wanted to make up my mind before 2024 so here I am aaa

After lots of thought, reading everyone's kind messages and encouragement I've decided on a choice for the blog!

I'll be staying sgsugs 💕😭!

I was originally v set on retiring the blog...but now I've changed my mind and it's really thanks to all of you 🥺🙏 so, thank you so much! I can't begin to express how thankful I am

Please accept some love and gratitude from 'Rico and I 😭💕

(Art is a commission by @/claradeso on Twitter!)

I'm still a bit nervous about posting any writing again since I'm a little rusty and I'm not sure if a lot of people are still sticking around for the blog anymore dhdjhde, but I want to at least try for all of you 🙏

Writing for the characters of Arknights to make all of you happy, makes me happy 💕! So, I don't want to give it up just yet...!

I hope all of you who are still here will continue to stick around 😭🙏! I promise I'll keep doing my very best for all of you, and I'm so very grateful for all the support 😭💕

About what the plan is for going forward svshs! (important points are in bold!)

From here, I'd firstly like to clean up and re-vamp some stuff on the blog (my rules, my taglist, and things like that) so it's nice and clean a-new for 2024 🤔

In the meantime, I'd really like it if I could answer any asks sent in 🥺 I know it'll probably be v late to reply to some of them now but I've gotten lots of asks about a piece v special Arknights news (regarding a very important angel with a shotgun who I think all of you know I love lots! 😭) so I'd like to answer those asks, even if it's a bit late...! Also feel free to send any asks if you'd like to talk to me about anything at all now that I'm back shsjhse

To help me lose some of that rustiness, I'd also like it if I could host a mini event 🥺🤔 maybe something about giving your favourite Operators kisses in tradition of the New Years kiss at midnight! But, I'm not completely sure if anyone would be interested at all sgsugs so please do let me know aaa 🙏

I want to organize and look through requests that were sent in while I was away as well and start choosing which ones I'd like to possibly do 💕! Remember, my requests have always been open so please feel free to send any in for the New Year...! There's been lots of Operators that were released while I was away and lots I want to write for but haven't yet, so please feel free to send in fresh requests 🥺

I think that's all for now 🙏!

Tysm for your time and patience! You'll hear from me again sometime soon 💕 I'm looking forward to interacting with all of you again 🥺

Happy New Year to everyone, and I hope 2024 will bring lots of new happiness for all of you 🥳! Please stay safe while celebrating and have fun with friends/family abjshs 💞 Have a v Happy New Year!

Yours truly,

- A v v grateful Exe 💘

[spissed-off]

Birthday is coming up.... what does this mean?

Well. Let me update you on things, if I may, with Tumblr mobile's fancy new features (that I've known about already for like a couple months)!

So I was able to get a new computer that works really well, and I have a microphone. I want to learn how to better balance audio and all that, this blog just... Makes me feel weird now I guess. It's bittersweet. Someone I had a really terrible experience with pulled me away from this blog and as a result I fell out of wanting to post on it. So I'm a little bit at a loss as to how to use it going forward. There's been some small interaction, but I just don't feel good using this blog anymore, or even the other more general voice acting blog I set up. I still would like to do that as an amateur because it's fun, but probably not for a bit. I might see about revamping my other VA blog but I may very well archive this one and move operations to the other one when I feel ready. I'm mainly trying to learn how to be a person again, mainly my own person and it's been a bit of a struggle. I hope those of you who are around understand.

I'll update this post with anything that seems relevant, but in the meantime I don't think I'll be making any more posts. I might clean up some things when I get the time but that'll be it.

Spinsy

[knghtlock]

crawls out from under a pile of boxes.... we did it gamers.... i'm ( mostly ) unpacked and ready to be silly again! i'll probably clean up the hiatus posts & get cracking on the blog revamp again which is... slowly chugging along. in the meantime, i'm gonna do some dash games i was tagged in, reblog some memes, and do some replies as i gear up to be a silly jester friend once more. a jestie, if you will. i'll be fully back on saturday the 23rd ! yippeeee!

[bi-sapphics]

Kid...just accept you are a lesbophobe, many lesbians are offended, wtf is wrong with you

is it my supposed lesbophobia you're making up that's offending you, or just my unapologetic bisexuality? be honest with yourself, and me lol lmao.

i will gladly accept i'm a lesbophobe, by your own standards, if you wish to water it down to bi women living authentically, culturally, and without your permission or needed authority. i would recommend not doing that since it'll only do more harm to your fellow lesbians and how they're perceived in the long run than i ever would, but you and your gang all do you ─ after all, who am i to tell a lesbian anything, right?

i wonder, what makes me a threat to you? is it my dykehood (1, 2, 3, 4)? is it my butch identity (1, 2, 3)? is it my standing ground against radfem-founded lesbian victimhood? is it my taking up space in sapphic spaces, where i belong? is it that bisexuality isn't clean enough to keep lesbian spaces pure? is it literally anything and everything that i have covered somewhere already, or can soon cover if you'd like to bring it up to me in another ask? care to specify some more? (the posts supply plenty of sufficient sources, if/when necessary.)

^^ btw, the first two proposals are already sourced in my blog description, but i understand you probably refuse to read into them out of fear that they'll challenge your opinions and beliefs rooted in separatist rhetoric. though, i'm giving you another chance to try again and step back from denying bi womens' places in lesbian history in order to intentionally erase them.

also, you came back again a few minutes later with this:

Speaking over lesbians huh

but have you ever considered all the speaking over bisexuals you're doing? i'm sure you probably have and then vehemently dismissed it out of disregard for our community, since people like you hate being associated with bi women so much, but if that's the case then why should i show you any sort of respect in return? you get what you give. i will not treat this dynamic like a one-way street because it isn't, and if that angers you then it doesn't sound like my/our problem; only yours.

lastly, while i'm not even close to offended, i just have to wonder why you called me "kid" in this context, as if talking down to me with the assumption that i'll listen to you without question. could just be because it's your slang, but if you know i'm 17 and you're in your 20s or older, i warn now that you're gonna get eaten the hell up by other people your age who actually know what they're talking about and can/will shut you down quickly. ignorance towards common and important community information you should already know will not benefit you. good luck with that!

if you still won’t let yourself take some humility, maybe you can sit down through all the next discussions you see about this stuff. just my humble thought. in the meantime, the block button is right there waiting for you and i’ll never have to know your name + embarrass you with it.

[torch60games]

Dev Log #3: Back in Action!

(NOTE: This is the first Astra Hunter Zosma blog to be posted on tumblr. To read the first two, click here.)

It's been a while, hasn't it? So let's talk about the development on Astra Hunter Zosma! As you've probably noticed, it's been quite some time since the last update. And your suspicions are most likely correct: I did indeed put the game down for a little bit sometime in the early summer. There were a few factors that led to this, including something of a creative block as well as some burnout. And a few story aspects of the game needed to be re-evaluated. Basically, I was not 100% sure where I wanted this game's story to go. Even though it is much lighter on story content than Soma Union preceding it, I think I was running the risk of over-excusing myself from writing something cohesive. It's certainly not worthwhile to scale back on story and dialogue and end up with something uninteresting, and that's probably one of the worst things you can do in a narrative RPG. So I wasn't really sure where to go with it, and I ended up putting the project down for the summer. But I promised myself I would not throw it out entirely like I did with Crescent Prism; that is not something I hope to do a second time. But it did take a bit of time to find the courage to pick it up again. In the meantime, I worked on a small side project: The Very Brief and Meaningless Adventure of Hero Man, which was a full remake of a small game I made in 2014. It was developed in less than a month, so I did not feel as attached to it as with longer projects; despite the relatively small amount of attention the game received, it was a helpful project that got me to pick Zosma back up a few weeks later. The good news about Zosma's hiatus is that I had completed quite a bit of this project in a short amount of time: of the six areas planned, two were seen to completion and work on the third had begun. Many of the game's core systems are complete and most of them are finalized: all of the game's custom menus are done, much of the database is finished, and many graphics and assets related to the game's systems are done. Basically, it's just a matter of making the rest of the game's content at this point. In a metric, I'd say it's somewhere around 40-50% done.

Zosma is not an ambitious game by any stretch of the imagination, especially not compared to the 20-hour epic that was Soma Union. I'm pretty confident that I don't have any more full-length RPGs left in me at this point (unless I win the lottery and can quit my job) but I hope to give it just as much love as I have with anything else. Right now I'm doing some small revisions to the first two areas and then continuing work on the third. Bugs are being squashed, some early stuff is being cleaned up a little, and I think I have a better sense of where I want the rest of this game to go. And though my creative output this year hasn't been as productive in general, I think Zosma is in a good place. Well, except gameplay balancing. The power creep in this one is going to be hell to deal with. But I think I'm ready for it. Hopefully I'll have some more content to share soon! Thank you for tuning in as always.

Sgt M

[indigoire]

With the knowledge that about 75% of Twitter's staff is leaving rather than deal with a mercurial Musk (and who can blame them), I am curious to know what Twitter will look like in the future.

I don't think Twitter will fully die, at least not immediately. I know there will be glitches and there will be technical issues in the short term. There will probably be outages. There might be continued hullabaloo about the verified check marks, and they might be done away with entirely.

This will likely drive the big names off the platform, if they haven't left already. Plenty of people will do what they did during the 2018 Tumblr porn ban: move to other platforms. I kinda doubt that mastodon or pillowfort will really take off, but they will definitely be alternative options. Hell, even Tumblr as a micro-blogging platform would be a viable option, as we have already seen a lot of returning users and even new folks.

I don't think we can assume the "fall" of Twitter will exactly mirror Tumblr's minor one a few years ago, but I do have theories. Musk will do as much damage as he can legally do without destroying the site entirely, then claim bankruptcy and pawn the site off to some other tech schmuck. He will probably lose a lot of money but he probably won't be ruined by it. Twitter will linger, there will be the stubborn folks who stick around because it still does its job, mostly, and if they manage to keep the FTC off their backs about it, there probably will still be pornographic images a-plenty. Though if they manage to piss off enough people the porn exodus will begin anew.

If Twitter is lucky, it might be bought by someone who's actually willing to do hard work to make the site useable. Once the celebs, politicians, and big name authors are scared off, it might actually be a usable site. There will be a contingent of people who will not leave until the lights are shut off.

Which is the future if Twitter is unlucky. If it makes itself non-profitable, I'd bet dollars to donuts that it goes the way of ff.net: slowly fading away as everyone migrates to better platforms, and then announcing the day they can't keep the servers running.

I see that as a very unlikely future however. Honestly, if Elon actually wanted to "clean up" Twitter and just shut his mouth for two seconds and listened, as far-fetched as that possibility might be, he probably could wait out this backlash, hire some new folks, and just let the site do its thing. Twitter doesn't really have a copy that does what it does. There's not a good enough knock-off yet, and there's certainly not a high-profile site that has the same function.

But really, maybe that's a good thing. Between deranged celebs, insufferable politicians, idiotic "personalities", and millions of ads and advertisers, the site has been awful to navigate for years now. Its trending topics are our morning news. Its scandals shape our lives, unfortunately, and it shouldn't. So much of it is not self-curated but rather algorithmically fed to us to keep us in a state of outrage or despair.

So maybe it should die. But I don't think it will. The scaremongering will disappear as the holidays encroach and we stress about other things, and Twitter will or will not sort its shit out. Musk might get by a lawsuit or two but he'll probably avoid all consequences of fucking over the lives of several thousand people, and I'll probably still go on Twitter for the fanart.

In the meantime, let's sit back and see how long it takes this dumpster fire to fizzle out.

[danafeelingsick]

I have a writing request if you weren't already planning on writing anything for the new event. But Itto and Shinobu (platonic ofc) sickfic where Itto gets seasick on the way to Liyue? He would probably deny it the entire time. I'm honestly just a sucker for Itto suffering and denial.

A/N so, i'll just say right off the bat, this isn't my best work. i planned way too much, and in the end i couldn't use half of it. and not only that, if i had written all i planned this would've been 5 parts long, at least. ugh. sorry for the wait anon, if you're still around. i was working on some stuff behind the scenes, had some places to be, think i got food poisoning for the first time in years (didn't even get to puke), all that on top of a writer's block. but i think i'm past that. hope you still get to read this.

ᴏɴᴇ sᴇᴀsɪᴄᴋ ᴏɴɪ

NON-KINK BLOGS AND MINORS DNI

Takes place before the Interlude Chapter II of the Archon quest: Perilous Trail, in which Arataki Itto and Kuki Shinobu travel to Liyue by boat, but what Itto failed to realize is that he gets seasick.

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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ seasickness, nausea, hunger, stomach noises, vomiting, descriptions of food, too much exposition

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ 3.5k~

The day seemed promising. The skies were clear, dyed a peaceful blue, with white clouds blending into the light of the sun, making for a sight worthy of a painting. It was a blessing the people of Inazuma had long prayed for, and now that they could grasp it, adjusting to the peace could take a while.

The Sakoku decree had been lifted, and the fierce storm enclosing Inazuma had since dissipated, allowing for open borders and hospitality to flourish. With plans on hold for more than a year, any aspiring traveler impatient enough latched onto the opportunity to course the seas of Teyvat as soon as it was permitted.

Kuki Shinobu, on the other hand, had been smarter, waiting until the high spirits died down so she could snag a place aboard the next parting ship. The sudden influx of newcomers wanting to experience the famed irodori festival first-hand put her schedule on hold for another few months.

Her diploma, the proof of her time studying law at an acclaimed school of Liyue, and the independence she held dear, could wait. After all, it had already waited for several months, a few more wouldn't make a difference. And her gang needed her, first and foremost.

A soothing breeze carried the lingering smell of salt as it blew gently over her, although subtle through the mask, she could still notice it. The scent was nostalgic, almost, she could associate it with the thrill of a chase, or a silent escapade in the dead of night. It was an aroma that clung to her memories, and to every corner of that island.

It was pleasant, familiar, at least to her. Arataki Itto had been trying not to let her notice, but the smell had been bothering him ever since they arrived. She would sneak a glance only to catch him shoving a knuckle in one of his nostrils, or wrinkling his nose every time the wind brought it.

She was worried at first, but that didn't seem to sour his mood. Itto had been nearly bouncing in excitement when they boarded the ship, talking non-stop about all the things he expected to see in Liyue, his enthusiasm would be contagious if it wasn't tiring.

When Shinobu first spoke of the trip, Itto's eyes had quite literally lightened up, immediately he insisted on going along. Strength in numbers, under many excuses, but she knew well he just wanted to meet the land of his vision.

She didn't complain, not initially. Maybe separating Itto from the rest of the gang would prevent the messes she wouldn't be around to clean in the meantime. She would be able to keep an eye on him, maybe Liyue's culture of hard work and value would drill some sense into him. Or maybe he would only serve as a nuisance for another nation…

The deputy leader tried to push those worries to the back of her mind, glancing away from the infinite sea ahead to her more immediate concern. Arataki Itto was leaning over the railing, both hands gripping the cold steel as he watched Inazuma city turn into a silhouette beyond the rolling waves. His eyes darted across the horizon as he found new things to be excited about.

Maybe boarding this early hadn't been a mistake, after all. It was such a beautiful day, the sea looked so calm, she couldn't help but indulge him for a bit, so she agreed to stay with him on deck. Quickly, she lost track of time, watching the sea glisten under the sunlight, her plans of reviewing the basics of her studies during the trip now a second worry.

Seasickness was the last thing on her mind, as serene as she was, so when Itto leaned further over the rail and lost a bit of the color in his face, she thought nothing of it.

Itto wouldn't have been any wiser. That first excitement was still buzzing within him even as he grew tired of watching the horizon, shifting his attention to the waves below instead, watching closely as he thought he could see the outline of sea life swimming along the ship.

Maybe all of that excitement served to leave in his blissful ignorance. Itto was a crimson Oni, first and foremost, which meant he was bound to be explosive, his emotions burning more intensely than most. Which in part, left him regularly experiencing the stronger parts of it through his stomach.

He first noticed the sharp smell of salt stinging his nostrils, but soon he grew used to it, and the faint dizzying effect it had on him. None of that he could excuse, but still, he tried, even when it quickly evolved into a slight pressure behind his eyes, spreading to his forehead.

The Oni remained optimistic, finding in the scenery new things to distract him for a while. But as soon as he turned to the waves he noted the pressure was building steadily, translating into an odd tension in the back of his throat, and then in the extent of his esophagus.

It took a moment for it to reach his stomach. In the meantime, he tried to get used to the unusual, almost uncanny motion of the ship. He could feel the constant swaying whenever he focused on the waves relentlessly whipping the side of the boat, bathing it in glistening salt, raising that smell… The floor tilting beneath his sandals, almost as if it was breathing along with him.

And when it did, he could only think of acid bathing the inner walls of his stomach, just like the sea bathing the side of the ship, staining the wood, threatening to slip into the deck… Cold chills ran through his abdomen every time his mind decided to get colorful, a frigid sinking feeling flashing along any thought that otherwise left him excited.

After all, he had never traveled by boat before. Even when relocating cargo doing some odd job, they wouldn't move like that while moored to the pier. It could be said he'd never properly boarded a ship either, but he wasn't about to go telling Shinobu that. Just the sharp look she would shoot him already had his stomach already growing cold.

Itto blinked repeatedly, feeling somewhat disoriented as his head hung over the rail, but he shook it vehemently, almost as if he could just negate what this trip was doing to him. It wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening.

His mouth tasted stale as his saliva turned thicker, reminding him of the meal he had the night before: lavender melon which he roasted with his gang as a brief departure celebration, and a commemoration for the deputy leader's graduation. He lied when he said to Shinobu that the celebration was only that, but that idea was still on the drawing board.

Itto was loosely running through concepts for his great drumming festival when something pulled him out of it, a pang of hunger sprouting in his abdomen, anticipating a short yet deep growl coming for the pits of his stomach. He looked over his shoulder discreetly, trying to see if Shinobu had heard him.

They hadn't had the time for breakfast, he remembered, Shinobu was already rushing him out the door before he even had the chance to properly wake up. Breakfast was the least of his worries, but he would hold her to the promise of grabbing a bite sooner than later.

Lifting his shoulders off the railing, Itto brushed a hand over his exposed midriff, letting it rest there as he softly kneaded into it, trying to make it quiet down. There was his excuse, he had been hungry this whole time.

“Hey, Shinobu?” He called first, turning in time to see her peaceful look sharpen as she caught his. It gave him pause, making him think again of how he was going to approach this. “How hungry are you, like right now?”

Shinobu was nearly unreadable, her face was always indistinguishable from rage under that grinning Oni mask, but he quickly noticed her relaxed posture, a hand casually resting on her hip as she tilted to face him.

“Not much, why?”, she shot back, arching an eyebrow behind her choppy green bangs. “Are you already?”

“Yup”, he chuckled, giving his defined abdomen a few firm pats before rubbing over it, her eyes following.

“Really? We had lunch less than an hour ago”, she informed, crossing her arms. “Are you sure you want to eat now? I think they will be serving food soon.”

It didn't sound so bad, but Itto's stomach cramped impatiently, his lunch hadn't been much more than a portion of rice that barely made a dent, he had even forgotten about it, and his stomach had as well.

“Then I'll just have to eat again”, Itto shrugged, trying to laugh it off once more, but Shinobu just rolled her eyes. “It's just a snack, c'mooon.”

“Ugh, fine”, she scoffed, but her gaze softened not that he had convinced her, she knew arguing against a bull-headed Oni was a lost battle from the very beginning. “I'll see if I can grab you anything.”

“You're the best Shinobu”, he thanked her in a playful tone, making himself chuckle once more when he recalled her scowl.

Itto must've only spent a couple of minutes alone, his eyes following the wave's constant movement when he quickly grew bored. Part of him still fought to believe all of that unrest was just hunger pains, but the more he could feel his stomach sloshing inside his abdomen, the more he realized he was lying to himself.

He thought closely about what he was feeling, assessing his mix of symptoms, and until that point, he could excuse everything for hunger. He was used to his digestive system being unsettled from the smallest thing, this wasn't any different. The dizziness, the pressure behind his eyes, the taste of his mouth salivating, all of that remained in his head, but his stomach was starting to feel more agitated than normal, his appetite along with it.

That same hand came to rest over his belly again when he heard it grumble impatiently, something shifting uncomfortably under his palm as his gut sloshed, sending a stale taste to his mouth. He tried to swallow, gulping an awful lot of saliva before more washed over his tongue, his throat bobbing as it became indecisive.

Puking was the last thing in his mind as he leaned further over the side of the boat, promptly spitting out the excess into the sea, watching as the thick gob of froth disappeared almost instantly. It was a feeling he hated, his tongue both soaked and dry, his drool slimy and heavy weighing on it, filling his mouth with saliva right before he…

“Boss?” He nearly jumped when something sharp poked him in the shoulder and Shinobu appeared in the corner of his vision, her mask gone, revealing lips pressed in concern underneath it. “You okay there?”

“Uh? Y-Yeah, I'm okay”, he responded promptly, his voice coming from the back of his throat as he fought to keep the growing nausea there.

Shinobu's eyes lingered around his face as she sought a tell of his lie, Itto had a sheen of sweat making his face glisten, and his lips were quivering as if he was about to burst into tears. She had seen him cry before, it wasn't a pretty sight, but not a single logical explanation came to mind. He straightened his back, towering over her even though they were a few feet apart, but his hands remained firm on the railing.

“Yeah… look, I brought some egg rolls for us”, she said, suspicion still lingering in her tone, even as she handed him the plate, but kept the chopsticks to herself. “There, you look like you're about to fall over, so eat up.”

Itto thanked her clumsily, eyes fixed on the rolled squares of the fried egg as he took one between his fingers, creamy yolk dripping back into the ceramic. He risked a bite, his appetite disappearing as soon he tasted the over sweetness, but without thinking ahead, he shoved it whole in his mouth.

The gooey undercooked texture threatened to make him gag as it went down his gullet, only adding more for his gut to churn. He had to squeeze his eyes shut when his stomach seemed to lurch, almost as if it was rebelling against the attempt to ease it.

Itto carefully breathed through his nose, swallowing almost convulsively the near river of drool overflowing his mouth. When he could finally open his eyes, everything was spinning slowly, alluding to the contents of his stomach swaying along with the sea.

“Let me guess, you don't want it anymore?” Shinobu scoffed, her suspicion shortly confirmed by Itto pressing a hand over his belly, clutching at it when it gave a low sickly growl. “I knew you'd be too full to finish it. Give it here.”

Gladly, Itto handed her back the plate, hurriedly turning to the sea and gripping the railing, the cold steel biting into his palms as he squeezed on it, nearly bending it. He pressed his lips into a thin line, hoping he would be able to breathe around the slimy nausea clouding his senses. His throat was spasming against his resistance, weak gags making his cheeks bulge and quiver.

Shinobu watched in disbelief as Itto leaned further over the side of the boat, losing all color in his face as he tried to contain the gagging behind his lips. She quickly placed the food aside, a last lonely egg roll none of the two wanted, and rushed to his side.

“Boss, what's wrong?”, she inquired, laying a hand on his shoulder, he nearly winced under her touch. The first thing in her mind was allergies, but seeing him sway in place, almost in sync with the rolling deck. Suddenly everything clicked. “You get seasick?”

Itto squeezed his eyes shut when he heard it, vehemently shaking his head, small breathy hums of denial following. He fought to get a word out, but when he did, it dripped with raw nausea: “I- I don't… 'm guh, fine I swear.”

Shinobu frowned, feeling his back hitch under her hand, each motion being cut short by his stubbornness. He fought to swallow, his belly caving painfully as he struggled to keep it under control. Silently, she started gathering his long hair, joining messy strands of white and red between her hands and holding it away from his face.

“You should've just told me”, she said, coming off harsher than she intended. “I would've brought medicine for you.”

Itto didn't respond, his body only growing tenser as he anticipated another heave, ready to stiffen his abdomen as soon as it came. But Shinobu guided him to lean further, laying a free hand on his bare stomach, the touch earning a muffled whimper out of the Oni.

“Just get this over with”, she hissed, forcing him to hunch as she mercilessly kneaded into his stomach.

“Fuck– eEeERrUGgHH”, he gave a broken retch as the added pressure forced out everything he had been trying to contain.

The Oni lurched forward, the contents of his stomach spewing through the crack of his lips, lumps of bright yellow egg bits, and watery stomach acid forming an arch in the air before they plummeted to the ocean. He could feel the pieces of egg he barely chewed going up his esophagus, flooding his mouth.

His belly clenched harshly under Shinobu's palm, but she didn't stop pressing, earning more garbled retches out of him. If it wasn't for her holding him in place, Itto would've probably fallen over by that point, his head was spinning mercilessly, the constant swaying of the ship translating into his legs nearly giving out under him.

“Uuuggh… ughh, guh–”, he moaned, the noise strained and pitiful, turning weirdly wet when more vomit cut him off. “EeurRRGHH.”

Itto lurched one more time, offering more of his lunch to the waves below, the mixture taking a lighter more tan color when it tapped into the rice he had eaten earlier.

Shinobu tried not to pay attention to it, but only a glance and she could already identify singular grains and yellow lumps amidst the bile, barely different than what it looked like before. Just the thought of it, how she knew exactly how it tasted and felt in her mouth had her suppressing a gag, wishing she hadn't taken her mask off.

Her mask, she thought, horror flashing in her mind, and instinctively she looked over her shoulder, finding a few wandering gazes glued to the seasick Oni. She could only sigh and hope no one capable of recognizing her would do so. One priority formed itself, however, she needed to get him back to their cabin.

“EEeeUURRrrGGHHHH”, Itto retched loudly under her, his back heaving as he struggled through another sizable wave of dense lumpy puke. This time she could even see when some of it gushed out his nose, trailing towards his mouth. She had to look away. “F-Fuck, huUURrk.”

As the wave tapered off, Itto started hacking painfully, his lungs giving sharp spasms she could feel on her palm, and gently, although impatiently brushed her hand up and down the line of his back.

“There, there”, she said, her voice coming off as a bored rasp, but there was still some sincerity to it. “Just try to breathe, okay? You'll be alright once you get used to it.”

He kept gagging, unable to bring up anything else, his dizziness unwavering even as Shinobu tried to stabilize him. Against his better judgment, Itto shook his head, the motion sending him further into nausea.

“No what?”

“Not… I'm not… seasick”, he slurred, voice bordering a gurgle as he fought through nausea to get his words out. “I… swear.”

Shinobu let out a deep sigh, giving him another glance. His lie was clear in the way his legs were swaying along with the ship, his head hanging low as bile and drool leaked down his chin.

“If you're not, then I'll just leave you here. You seem okay enough to get back to our cabin on your own”, she crossed her arms, watching him freeze, the constant gags turning into shuddering swallows.

“I– guh”, he tried to speak, but the threat of vomiting again weighed on his voice, trapping it behind his tongue.

“For fuck's sake”, Shinobu muttered, returning a hand to his back. “Alright, I'll give you a minute. Just tell me when you're good.”

Itto waited a moment, leaving his mouth open for the excess of awful-tasting drool to drip out, his eyes drifting along with the waves before he realized he could just close them. His headache was killing him, making him feel as if someone was holding him upside down, mercilessly shaking him like a cola bottle.

Shinobu kept that hand on his back, weighing on him more than anything else, but he didn't dare to complain. She already sounded pissed off enough, and he couldn't blame her. He had come on this trip uninvited, and now he had just become a nuisance.

“Ugh…”, he groaned, raising himself from the rail. Why was this happening to him? “A-Alright… I'm good, l-let's go.”

Shinobu raised an eyebrow, doubting, but didn't say a thing, simply crossing her arms. Itto moved slowly, for a moment just standing there with both hands over his belly, eyes closed as he swayed from side to side, taking careful shuddering swallows. Each step took years off him, but eventually, they made it to their cabin, a tidy-looking one at that.

They had agreed to share a bunk bed, Itto would stay with the bottom one simply for the fact he didn't fit the space between the top one and the ceiling. Shinobu carelessly tore off the bed covers, dragging the mattress to the floor, and led Itto to it.

“There. Puke on this if you feel like it, but don't get any of it on the floor”, she ordered, handing him a small empty trash can which Itto took shakingly. He hadn't said a word since they arrived here. “What's up with you, huh?”

“I–”, he sniffed, his eyes welling up with tears. “I really don't feel good…”

“Wow, really? You don't say”, she faked her surprise. “Come on, you could've just said you get seasick. I would've brought anything you would need, no need to be shy.”

“I– I didn't know either. I've never… been on a boat before”, he admitted.

“Ugh, of course”, Shinobu hit her face with a palm. “I should've known. You get motion sick on wagons, why would this be any different?”

Itto let out a strangled whimper, both lamenting not thinking ahead. His stomach growled sadly, and his face crumpled.

“Why don't you try to take a nap? I'll see what I can do in the meantime”, she suggested, her gaze softening.

“A-Alright…”, he agreed, kicking off his sandals and laying back in bed, his frown never letting up. “I-I'm sorry Shinobu… for ruining your trip.”

She froze where she stood. “It's fine, you didn't ruin anything”, came the cold answer. “Not yet anyway.”

He understood the message, loud and clear, and turned his back to her, closing eyes and waited for sleep to come.

[ut-versotale]

Consider Versotale... Comatose

It's been almost seven months since I last used this thing, and that was to promote a drawing I made on my main blog.

I'm just gonna cut to the chase; Versotale's not dead, where I'm just throwing it in the bin forever. I would say it's more in a "comatose" state, where it's basically out of commission until it either wakes back up again or dies forever. In fact, one could argue that's how it's always been, with how infrequently I tend to be active and inactive here

I should have said this earlier, and I honestly don't know WHY I didn't, ironically enough, because it's been so long; probably nervousness that I would upset people, but hey, the long waits in between parts have probably upset people more than an answer as to why, so I'm sorry for not doing this sooner. Here are my reasons why I'm just saying it's being put on hold. Again.

I've been busy with, you guessed it; this mysterious thing called "life." High school just wrapped up for me, I'm on my way into college in two months, and I have a knee surgery to get taken care of in the meantime.

Outside of my personal life, I have projects like a fangame for an entirely different franchise that I'd like to actually get going and actually get people to help, and an ongoing personal superhero comic project.

I'm just as sick of my management of Versotale as probably all of you are. Fact of the matter is, I started working on this project when I wasn't even a teenager yet, and made this Tumblr account when I reached 13, and it shows. It really REALLY shows. This AU has been littered with plot contrivances, conveniences, and straight-up out-of-character behavior of pre-existing Undertale characters that would drive me insane in any other story. And I've tried cleaning it up with the story resets, but there are just too many problems. Not to mention how sporadic I've been with working on this project, being the biggest problem, which I definitely believe stems from this being such an old project.

I just think I've had enough... for now, that is. I have no clue when I'll come back; maybe in months, maybe years. I'm betting more on years. I want to come back only when I can say I can commit to the project and not take random sporadic hiatuses, and when I can craft a decent story and dialogue with pre-existing characters.

That is all; enjoy your days, fellow humans. You'll see me... sometime. Probably.

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

Hi Mila. I know you’re really busy but I wanted to know if you’ll be posting soon!! No pressure, I just want to know how your schedule is working rn 🥺🤍

hi nonnie :) thanks for checking in

i've actually gotten a shit ton of writing done today sjssj and should be starting to queue stuff to post later this week! i'm probably going to take the rest of august just to finish cleaning up the blog and get caught up

BUT i'd say you can expect several fics like maybe 6-7 and a few blurbs to be posted starting Sept. 1

i hope to also be opening up my requests again by like next mon (sept. 5) just in time for autumn HEHEHEHE

i also already have a few ideas for some stranger things fics that i want to write before i reopen my asks as well :)) i'll keep y'all updated but in the meantime enjoy the gifsets and nice pictures that i've been reblogging ❤️

[invisiblcboy]

:~)

[thebraingremlinsaremad]

Daily Blog #15: August 22, 2021

Dollar Tree is honestly pretty fucking awesome 👌👌👌

I set my alarm for like 6:25 this morning, but it took 6 minutes for the "Horsin' Around" theme song instrumental to wake me up. I was pretty tired lol. I just dismissed it and went back to sleep.

I only went back to sleep because I knew I had another alarm set for 7:00. That got me up.

I should mention that this was still in the RV over an hour away from the house.

After I got up, I went to go get a shower, and did so successfully.

Unfortunately, I had forgotten my brush this time and had to do it afterwards after my hair had a bit of time to dry, which did make it a little more difficult lol.

I got dressed and grabbed my stuff, putting it into my car.

I made it a point to see and say "see you later" to my grandparents before I left for the flea market.

My dad insisted that I stayed to say goodbye to my mom, so I left.

I did NOT have cell service up there, as was mentioned in my previous 2 blogs of which I could only post today, so finding my way was a tiny bit difficult until I got some service to ask Google to take me to "...".

It worked and I got there.

On my drive, I listened to 1 by Simple Kid, a CD I had previously purchased at a Dollar Tree location.

I got a call from the guy at the flea market saying that I had some people there waiting for me. He asked how far away I was, to which I said "about 10 minutes." Ironically, that call made me miss my exit, as Google couldn't talk during the call, and added about 3 minutes to my arrival time lmao.

I did sell the Xbox that he said someone was interested in. I got $40 for it. I spent 27¢ on it. Pretty good return if you ask me.

I couldn't sell it with anything other than a power cord because the controller and AV cables I had been using to play it there were for my personal console. I'm just glad I can actually hook my Xbox up and stop having to drag them to the flea market along with a small library of games.

Not too long after I sold the Xbox, someone came in and asked if I wanted to see some electronics he had in his car. I went out with him. It was a pair of 3ft speakers and a Pioneer audio system with dual cassette decks (although neither of them works) and a 25 Disc CD-changer, as well as the standard AM/FM tuner. Additionally, there was a Fisher amplifier and AM/FM tuner as well as a Fisher Direct Drive turntable. He said he wanted $60 for em, but before that he casually, and probably accidentally, dropped that he was just gonna take em to the thrift store.

Big mistake.

I got em for $35 lmao. THERE GOES MOST OF MY PROFIT.

Oh well.

I tested everything. As I mentioned, the cassette decks don't work, but everything else does apart from the turntable needing a new stylus.

I posted some new photos of the shop to Facebook, and someone soon DMed me about a stereo system.

I priced everything, and it turns out I have about $300 worth of equipment from that deal, the Fisher amp and tuner being worth about $150.

The buyer will hopefully show up next weekend, for he wants to buy the Fisher stuff ($185 with the turntable), the 3ft speakers, an 8-track deck, and a Kenwood deck we've had for a week or two.

The speakers are listed for $50 (and are worth around $100-150), the Kenwood Deck for $50 as well, and the 8-track for $35. That makes it about $320 in equipment. Since he's buying so much, I'll knock it down to $270 and essentially give him the speakers or cassette deck for free lol.

Apart from that stuff, not much happened at the flea market. I sold some records, cassettes, CDs and I think 2 DVDs. One person bought a VHS tape? That money was the other guy's though. Oh well xD.

I can't say that I didn't miss my wonderful partner while on the trip. I actually brought along the stuffed animal they gave me (who's name is Greg) and snuggled with him both nights.

I was very happy to hear from them UwU.

They let me rant and I let them rant.

I honestly give them too much responsibility over me xD. I'm like, "Okay, I'm gonna do this. HOLD ME TO IT."

I know I can't hold myself to anything I personally say (this blog being the only exception apparently), but I listen to them pretty well I think 🤔. If they tell me, "No, you don't need that VCR," so long as it's not some weird specialty thing, like a worldwide VCR 🥵, I'll be like "Yeah, you rite bro."

I love you man xD. You control my craziness pretty well. I'm so thankful for you UwU.

#relationshipgoals

So part way through the flea market day, I went over to Dollar Tree to buy some snack, but ended up looking through the CDs to see if there was anything good. I took photos of about 18 CDs and flipped through them online for the remainder of the flea market day.

I deleted the photos of the ones I didn't want and kept those that I liked. Surprisingly, I ended up buying 13 CDs there, but not before dropping them on the floor like the dumbass I am.

Also, sorry for all the nerd shit I spilled on your lap earlier. No one cares about amps and tuners xD.

I'M LISTENING TO ONE OF THE DOLLAR TREE CDS RIGHT NOW THO.

I already transferred over to my online library on iBroadcast and put the disc into my CD changer, which is now holding 164 CDs.

Its max capacity is 300 discs 🥵

WHY AM I NERD

Oh well

I like being a nerd gurl

Also maybe a technosexual 👀

I get really excited over some electronics. Like. REALLY excited.

Some editing VCRs are like "Holy shit that is SEXY. Look at those goddamn VU meters 🥵. And hhhh there are like 7 inputs on this thing and individual controls for left and right audio gain, not to mention Hi-Fi S-VHS recording. Hhhhhhhhhhh please gimme 😭. Why are you so expensive?"

I uh, mean, uh, *cough* look, pretty lights.

Oh yeah, I was gonna say the album I was listening to xD. MAN I GOT SIDETRACKED.

It's 37 Everywhere by Punchline. Def give it a listen; it's pretty heccin good.

Another notable album I picked up was Page One by Steven Page. I very much like the first track, "A New Shore." It's quite catchy and he has a great voice imo.

Also at dollar tree, I bought a regular bag of Fieras and 2 bags of Fieras Sticks, which were marked down to 75¢/bag because they're expiring soon.

I honestly like the generic Dollar Tree version of Takis more than actual Takis. They're a lot more flavorful when it comes to the lime, but also hotter at the same time.

Don't get the hot nacho ones tho. Hot nacho? More like hot pile of shit.

HAH

Goteem.

They're not that good xD.

THE REGULAR ONES ARE FIRE THO

"How do you do fellow kids?"

I got home and started working on putting the CDs onto my computer, and then onto iBroadcast, but not without first adding The Music Man to my digital library, something I had neglected for a month or two. The CD had just been sitting there lol.

I also switched my digital file for "The Black Parade" to that of the uncensored CD, which I had purchased before I event started working over 2 months ago.

MAN I'M LAZY

I eventually get around to shit tho lol. I guess it's just a matter of priority.

What usually takes priority is digging through everything to find something that I forgot about but then remembered, making a mess in the process that I would then have to clean up, at least partially.

I think the album just ended. I've been writing for a while xD. I'ma start "I Made You Something" by The Island of the Misfit Toys.

I'll tell you where that album came from in a minute.

In the meantime, where was I?

I kinda lost my train of thought despite reading up to see where I was. Oh well. On I go.

I ate dinner and kept working on those CDs, eventually putting my clothes from the week into the washer.

I FORGOT TO PUT MY SHAPING UNDERWEAR IN. FUCKING HELL MAN.

I wanted to wash em for this week 😭

No tight pants for Leonna I guess qwq.

Meanwhile, the box of my CD album cases is overflowing. I need another box.

I keep all of the album artworks in a big CD folder. That's almost full.

I wanna fill my entire CD changer. That's one of my big goals in life. Idk why, but I just wanna legitimately fill the entire thing.

My clothes are in the dryer now. I don't think I have the time (or energy) to fold them tonight. I'll leave that for tomorrow morning before work.

And God. Fucking. Damnit. I start school again on Wednesday. NOT looking forward to that, and neither are my 2 coworkers. We already have low enough staff, but only the two of them working is gonna be a pain in the ass.

I'll still work Saturdays.

I need to contact my guidance counselor to get out of the gym class I signed up for. I scheduled this shit before I found out I was trans, and I don't wanna deal with the fucking locker room situation 🙄 I have far more important matters.

Okay so anyway, the album I'm listening to came from a cassette. I bought this cassette a few months ago at the flea market along with a few others. The reason I bought them? They were all newer cassette releases from the 2010's, and they're all actually pretty good music from very indie bands.

Currently getting mad at iBroadcast's compression algorithm. It's unnaturally fucking anything over -10db up. Oh well, there's not really anything I can do about it.

I have like 13GB of music on my phone btw. That's about 3.5k songs on 268 albums.

I'm kind of an audiophile, but I'm too cheap to pay for a lossless service. Oh well.

They do actually have a lossless service on iBroadcast, but once again, too cheap.

Someone just sent me a friend request who legitimately posted that BLM and the democratic party are hate groups.

BLOCK.

Goodbye ho.

I don't get that. They call the democratic party a hate group when they hate people like me, and I, being more of a democrat although not fully because the 2-party system is fucked, think nothing more of them than they're very wrong about certain things, especially, as shown, that black people, as well as asian, Indian, native, and people of all ethnicities and backgrounds, are not equal to white people.

Yeh.

Totally.

You go buddy.

Anyway, yeah, I can, and do, convert music and video from analog formats to digital files in order for me to archive and listen to whenever and wherever I please. I've actually made a bit of a business out of it, but I don't get too much work from it. At least I'm not overloading myself xD.

I honestly have so much more to say, but I should probably go to sleep soon.

A few final shoutouts to the following people and companies:

-Dollar Tree

-Steven Page

-Broken World Media

-The Island of Misfit Toys

-Simple Kid

-Punchline

-My incredible partner QwQ I love you so much. Thanks for being the best all the time. I hope I can give you the best life ever.

Anyway I suppose this is goodnight. Lmk if you want a full list of the CDs I bought today! I'll link that song by Steven Page here.

And here's a good song from Simple Kid

I really like music lol. Enjoy these pieces.

Anyway, goodnight lol.

Lots of love,

-Leonna.

[windstrike]

( hey guys! i know i haven’t been active like, at all (aside from lurking), but i just wanted to make this an official semi-hiatus. i’m moving in a couple of weeks so i’ve been more focused on that, & i just wanted to let y’all know that my activity will be 100% back to normal once i’m settled in at the new place. i’m sorry i’ve been so mia lately but Real Life is a priority.

once i’ve finished with all of these moving shenanigans, i’ll be on your dashes way more often since that’s probably the biggest source of my stress/inability to focus atm. if you wanna be sure to be able to stay in contact with me, feel free to follow my twitter. thank you so much for being patient with me. ♥

edit: semi-hiatus will be extended until at least march 6th, now. i’m sorry! )

[lazinesswrites]

WIP Wednesday

Hello hello! It's Wednesday! And would you look at that, three WIP-update-days in a row that I remembered/had time to do!

Today's progress update won't be as... extensive as last Wednesday's, as I've mostly just been working on They Say since (and also the exam I had Monday, which went well, thank you ^-^). I will say, though, that that entire list from last week? Is not actually all of the fics I have in the works. I remembered a couple more in the meantime, and then add all the ones I've just been thinking about but haven't actually started...

Anyway, I want to finish They Say before I get too caught up in something else, and that is actually getting closer! (finishing They Say, that is) I've been re-reading and editing the first 29 chapters since I handed in my last uni-project, and now I'm working on chapter 30, the last one. I still need to actually write that, but I'm making progress on it now, and I already had a bunch of notes which is mostly dialogue that just needs clean-writing and dialogue tags. Once that's done, I need to go through the whole thing one last time for comments and notes I've forgotten/missed, and then I'll probably do a last proofread of each chapter as I start posting them ^-^ So I won't give a date for when you can expect chapter 1, but it is definitely closing in! Aaah, I'm so excited to start sharing this one, I've been working on it for almost over a year now! (I just checked when I created the document, and that was March 7th last year, so happy belated birthday to this monster. I thought I started it a little later in the year, but apparently that's just when I started this blog.)