#i'm a cringy old lady

[jossun-kyyneleet]

Rankka viikko ja pitkii päiviä takan. Mielenkiintona Kärtsyn titsit ja masu. Syntyi tämä piirustus.

[gojonish]

first meetings || ᵗᵃᵏᵃˢʰⁱ ᵐⁱᵗˢᵘʸᵃ

how you and mitsuya met

pairing: takashi mitsuya x fem!reader

content: fluff, lowercase intended, one curse word, idk how old mana and luna are but pretend they're like four here, i'm not a big fan of how i wrote this ngl

note: as y'all can see, i am still in my mitsuya arc teehee

mitsuya didn't believe in soulmates.

he believed love was overrated. especially when seeing takemitchy and hinata be all lovey-dubey, it made him realize how cringy dating can be. besides, he was too busy with toman and his sisters to even think about love. he knew there was a time for it, but he didn't think now.

well, at least until he met you. he still remembers that day like it was yesterday.

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it was a sunny day, a little too hot for mitsuya's liking. he decided to take his sisters out to the playground near their house since they had been begging him for days now. he eventually complied, bringing along his sketchbook and pen to draw while his sisters played.

after a while, mitsuya noticed it was getting dark. did time really fly that fast? he looked up from his sketchbook to see his sisters-

where were his sisters?

he could've sworn they were playing on the swings just a minute ago- where could they have gone in such a short amount of time?

mitsuya looked everywhere in the park: the playground, the skatepark, the soccer field- but his sisters were nowhere to be found. he kept calling out their names, but there was no response.

he spent a good two hours looking for luna and mana but unfortunately, he couldn't find them. he sat on the stairs of his house, his head in his arms and tears threatening to leave his eyes. he was panicking now, hesitating to call the cops.

then he heard it.

"takashi!"

mitsuya looked up to see his two sisters running toward him, both with joyful tears in their eyes. they tackled him to the ground and hugged him, happy to be reunited with their brother.

"we're sorry for running away!" luna sobbed.

"yeah, we won't do it again!" mana cried.

mitsuya was so relieved, he thought he was hallucinating. tears streamed down his cheeks and he smiled softly, "it's okay, don't do it again, you little monsters.”

unbeknownst to the grey-haired teen, you were awkwardly standing in front of him, your hand rubbing the back of your neck nervously. that's their brother? he's so hot!

you didn't expect your shopping spree to be interrupted by two little girls asking for your help to find their brother. after many attempts on trying to ask what their brother looked like through their loud sobs, you decided to just walk them around the city until they calmed down.

after they finally eased up (which took almost an hour) you were finally able to ask them where they had come from which they replied with the park. they somehow led you to their house, which resulted in you being in this awkward situation.

the brother was cute, he had piercings and a grey mullet reaching down to his neck. he looked about your age, maybe older, but you weren't completely sure. he had a cute smile, one that made your cheeks heat up quickly.

after about three minutes, the family broke off their embrace. the two sisters lightened up when they saw you and tried to get their brother's attention on you.

"takashi! this pretty lady helped us find you!" mana said, holding you hand and jumping excitingly.

"yeah! she even bought us ice cream to make us feel better!" luna replied, pointing at you and smiling.

mitsuya finally locked his eyes on the girl his sisters were looking at and he felt his world stop. you were so...

pretty. so, so pretty

he's never seen anyone like you. you were ethereal- not a part of this world- an enigma to anyone's eyes-

"hello?"

mitsuya was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard your heavenly voice. "i'm sorry, what were you saying?"

you chuckled, which caused his heart to beat a bit faster, "i just wanted to ask if you'll be alright? i know you must’ve been worried about your sisters.”

mitsuya blinked, "oh, yes! i'll be great- amazing even! thank you for bringing them back.”

"of course, they were so sweet," you smiled and then breathed out, "well, i guess i'll be on my way then."

mitsuya didn't want you to leave, not yet. he didn't even get your name!

"wait!" he called out as you turned away, "would you like to stay for dinner? after that i can walk you home."

you chuckled nervously, "no no, it's alright-"

a stomach growl coming from you interrupted your sentence.

"you know what? maybe i'll take your offer," you laughed, "i'm (l/n)."

"mitsuya, nice to meet you, (l/n)."

you smiled and followed him inside, but stopped when you saw him pause in front of the door.

"hey, can i take you out tomorrow? for lunch or something?" he asked.

"oh, what's the reason?"

"think of it as repaying for finding my sisters for me," he winked, which made your throat dry.

you chuckled, "you really don't have to-"

"i want to."

your heart was beating too fast now, "okay fine mitsuya, deal."

the rest of the night was a time with laughter, jokes, and subtle (awkward) flirting between the two potential lovebirds. the two of you became friends quite quickly and with that, mitsuya’s friends figured out his girl-crush on you quite quickly.

~~

extra!

mitsuya had recently been drawing you, just because he was so mesmerized by your beauty. he loved your reaction when he showed you the many sketches that he drew- and since your birthday was coming up, he wanted to draw a portrait of you as a present. he was currently practicing in his notebook.

mitsuya was so focused on drawing you that he didn't even notice the blonde that came up behind him.

"mitsuya, who's that you're drawing?" chifuyu asked, looking over the grey-haired boy's shoulder. "it's a girl!?"

upon hearing his voice, mitsuya shut his notebook (a little too quickly) and hid it behind his back, "she's nobody! she's just a fashion model i saw online."

"right..." chifuyu eyed him very suspiciously, but then left his area.

mitsuya let out a sigh of relief that chifuyu didn't catch onto his crush. if he had found out, then all of toman would know by now-

"guys! mitsuya has a crush on a girl and is drawing her in his sketchbook!"

oh shit.

[mayasaurusss]

I have an adult Lottie req!! Reader has a stall in the farmers market next to where the purple, sorry, heliotrope, people sell honey and reader has become sort of close with Lisa and is generally a very chill person until one day Lottie is there and reader tries to flirt but is miserably awkward about it so Lisa has to be like “basically they’re trying to ask you out” to Lottie. Thank you!

Honey.

Contains: fluff, idiots in love, legal age gap, florist reader, reader is a horny bastard, beekeeper Lottie (aka, Lottie is a nerd), suggestive, crack fic threated seriously, grammar mistakes, done quickly, not proofread, I used the word "realize" more times than I realized ( ;D ). 250k, about five pages.

Author's note: I am sorry anon but I had to write this faster than usual, since I have so much stuff to write from now on until the end of summer. So, there might be many more grammar mistakes, sadly. Also, unreleated, but this might get cringy at times. I hope it's still okay! Enjoy!

The floral smells of the flowers filled your nostrils while you are lazily resting on your chair. You loved your florist job but at times, it could get boring; spending your days selling flowers was more tiring than it seemed. The only days you had to rest were Saturdays and Sundays and even those were spent taking care of the many flowers and plants in your little garden.

During the afternoon, the marketplace was quiet; people had just finished their morning errands and were either going back to work or to their homes. Still, you had clients: an old granny with her niece, a young woman with a gardening passion, an old man with a walking cane, a woman in her mid forties with the most beautiful dark eyes you've ever seen. That last one struck you.

She had come around four pm, when the marketplace started to become lively once more before shutting down for the day. You had already seen her; in fact, you had eyed her all day. She introduced herself as Lottie, your "market neighbor".

Her words are distant, "....y, are you listening to me?".

You are brought back to earth when she waves her hand before your eyes. "Uh, sorry! I was... thinking. Can you uhm, repeat yourself?" she gives you a weird look. You hope she hasn't caught you fawning over her; "I said I would like to purchase something".

You jolt up from your seat and put on your gloves. "Sure! What would you like?", Lottie takes a look at the small paper in her hand, "I would like... chamomile, echinacea, aster, cosmos and heliotrope, if you have it". Her hands brush on yours while you hand her her purchase; you can distantly feel your cheeks heating up, but pay it no mind. "Would you like to come take a visit to my stall? Maybe I could even make you join our community" she says, but something in her voice makes you distrust her. "No thank you, I'm fine on my own. But I'll happily stop by later".

You are interrupted by the sounds of an old granny almost knocking over a few plants. "... as soon as work allows me".

You close the stall one hour earlier than usual. The marketplace smells of food, wood, flowers and honey. "Listen, young woman!" you hear an old lady yell while you walk towards the purple stall, "There is no way you will sell me chestnut honey as all-flower honey! I am old, but not blind!"

Lottie was unfocused, staring into the distance, but once she spots you she completely abandons her poor employer to the old woman's ramblings. "You've come!" her hands close on yours. She flashes you her beautiful smile.

Her stall is small, consisting of a counter covered in a purple cloth with countless jars of honey and honeycomb on it and a beehive on display. Near the end of a table you see a flier. "Join our vibrant community!" it reads; "We help you understand and overcome your traumas! Become the best version of yourself!" written in bold purple font. "So, are you guys like uhm... a cult?"

It seems like Lottie was prepared for your questions, as she answers right away. "No, we are an intentional community" -"It's a cult", you think to yourself- "that specializes in helping others and ourselves".

A uhm leaves your lips, "I like the purple shades" you say. "It's a heliotrope". Man she's so weird. But so hot.

She gestures towards the overcrowded honey stand, "May I interest you in some of our all natural honey?". Countless jars sit on the counter: some big, some small, some filled with a dark substance, some so light you can see through them. Hit by the warm light, they make for a beautiful golden spectacle. You analyze the different names written on them: chestnut, pine, all flower, thyme, acacia, wildflower, eucalyptus, clover...

"You seem to be very passionate about honey" you tell Lottie, not having realized she is very close, towering behind you. "Making honey and beekeeping is hard. But, with the right care and treatments" she picks up an amber coloured jar, moving it and reflecting light in its shades, "something like this can come to life".

Why don't you tell me more about honey while we're fucking?

"This honey is particularly tasty. It's acacia. Perfectly sweet, not too hard on the tongue and smooth". She takes a small flat wooden stick and dips it in one of the displays made for clients. "Here, try it" on the tip of the stick there is a drop of the same shade of honey. You are about to take it from Lottie's hand, but she keeps a tight grip on it.

Oh for God's sake...

Your lip closes on the tip of the stick, savoring the taste of the honey. She's right, it's sweet but not too much. It's clear Lottie made it with love and care. Your eyes avoid her intense gaze, trying to maintain your ego intact.

The old lady and Lottie's employer are watching the two of you. You see a flash of disgust in the older woman's face. "Ugh!" she grunts, sauntering away, "I'm never coming here again!". The employer tries to call the woman back, but is promptly shutted by Lottie. "We didn't need her money anyway" she says, but you see a look of hurt painting her face. "Lisa, pack everything. We're leaving".

"Are you... are you coming again here?" The question is almost stupid, of course she will come back, but Lottie smiles. "Of course I will. I'm not usually here, but another alcol- employer is feeling ill, so I will be in his place for some weeks". You look up at the woman, cheeks still hot after your little show. "You... you don't come here often?" she smiles at you and it takes everything you have to not combust on the spot. "I am the community manager. I usually attend to other matters".

Oh she has gone from a ten to a one hundred. I love women with power.

"Uh I... I see". Lottie gestures towards the girl who has begun packing up, "Lisa is almost always here. She likes the lively atmosphere of the market. Don't you, Lisa?" you hear the girl scoff, followed by a "As much as I'd like to see my fish again". Lottie looks at her with a mean 'I am going to scold you' face, "Lisa. Packing". The girl apologizes and starts to move the jars into boxes faster.

Lottie takes the jar she had shown you before, setting it in your hands. "On the house". You are confused for a moment, looking puzzled at the amber liquid. "But- but this is expensive! I can't accept this gift!" She walks back to the stand, moving to help Lisa pack up. "Consider it a gift. To make you remember me".

Oh you're gonna remember her alright.

Over the last few weeks, you've visited Lottie's stand over and over again, during work hours, during lunch, sometimes you closed the shop one hour earlier or opened it one hour later. Lottie had loved your company, but ever so worried, she was preoccupied with your finances. She had tried multiple times to give you money or to make you join her community, fearing that you weren't in the best economical situation. You had assured her that most of your income came from your shop, not the market, but she wasn't very easy to convince.

You had also become close with Lisa. Very close. One might use the word "besties" to describe you two. And, you had accidentally spilled about your little crush to her. "Lottie is such a nice person" she said, while the older woman wasn't present, "she makes me feel cared for". You had been very happy to talk about your crush. "Oh yeah she's so funny, smart and so, so beautiful but- you know in a- in a normal way..." needles to say, you got caught red handed.

And Lisa was more than happy to help her new friend out.

The first attempt had gone horrible.

Lisa was near you, coaching you into flirting with Lottie. She gives you a pat on the shoulder, a smile and encouragement, then, you walk over to Lottie, who was attending to the beehive.

"Hey..." you said, making Lottie look at you, "Hello. Something the matter?". She stands up, hands clutching together as you saw her doing so many times throughout the past weeks.

"Have you, have you always been so... symmetrical...? ", a dead silence falls over your shoulders. Lottie watches you, confused and tilting her head to the side, "What?".

" Nevermind!" you skip over to Lisa who watched the whole scene, cringing internally for you. "Come on, next time it will be better!" you look over at her with the most shameful look ever in your eyes.

"I am going to kill myself" Lisa looked at you with disdain, but kept most of it to herself, "Don't say that".

The second attempt was easier, but a helping hand aided you; well, aided Lottie.

You had tried multiple times to flirt with Lottie but to no avail, always either bailing out the second before flirting or straight up ruining your chances. "Hey" Lisa says, eyeing Lottie, who was cataloging the various honey jars. She looked over at her acolyte, who had an uncharacteristic teasing smile on her lips, "Yes?"; Lisa looked over at you, who were arguing with some old woman back at your stall.

Her thumb pointed towards you, "You see that thing?" Lottie is a bit taken aback by Lisa's words. "Yeah?" your voice rises, "That thing?" the client starts to call you names. "Yes I see her" she throws compost over your apron. "That gremlin?" you call the old woman a bitch, "Oh Lisa stop, she's a bit messy sometimes but she's not a gremlin" your cute pink apron is covered in compost and petals. "...Sometimes" Lottie says, looking at your tired figure. "I better go help her..." but Lisa's hands stop her in her tracks, she leans up and whispers in her ear "She likes you".

Now, Lottie is old. Older than she ever realized, but throughout the years, some words and tones of voice always had the same secret meaning. Lottie moves back, a hopeful but scared stare in her eyes, "She...she does?" Lisa giggles, having known about both yours and her manager's crushes long before you realized. "Yeah, she does. As in 'like you', you know?" Lottie takes a moment to understand and walk to you, with the intent on telling you about her feelings once and for all.

But when she looks at you, covered in compost, smelling and tired, she knows that it's not the right time. She can't fuck this up. "Here, let me take care of you" she takes your hand and guides you to her tent, where Lisa is peeking at you both. "Change into this" she gives you some purple -heliotrope- clothes, "It's nothing, really" she answers your silent request when you look at her. Seeing you change -after finding a public restroom and having washed off the stench- in her signature color made Lottie's heart skip a beat. "You are beautiful..."

The third attempt was the one. You had gone on your own to Lottie, having decided to tell her your feelings. Lottie was resting, as no one was at her stand. " Hey... Do you want to go on a walk with me?" normally she would decline, there was always work to do, however...the marketplace had been emptier than usual. With the start of autumn and the sky getting dark sooner, people preferred going back home. There's nothing wrong with taking a small walk, right?

A small breeze blows on the streets, freezing the tip of your nose. You and Lottie are both silent, letting the sounds of the closing shops fill the air. The silence is not unwelcome, it's calm, it feels right. You feel Lottie's fingers tangle with your own, spreading warmth from your hand to every corner of your body. You are tempted to tell her, to tell her your feelings, but only silence follows. "You are a nice person, you know?" Lottie speaks into the space, and for a moment you think she's talking to somebody else, until you realize you two are the only ones who are walking in this street, having stranded far from the market.

"I am?" she sighs, you are so hard on yourself. "You are. You are beautiful, smart, funny. You are..." she takes a deep breath, steadying herself, "You are someone I wish to be closer to". She stops, looking into your eyes. "I want to be able to... love you" and that last part takes everything out of her, lungs left empty of air and heart hammering inside her ribcage. "Can you let me love you?".

You can't believe what she's saying. Maybe you've died and your brain is just playing fantasies to make you feel less lonely. "Please..." but the grip on your hands tells you otherwise, that you're here, you're here and Lottie just confessed her love for you.

Lottie is sure to have messed up, to have destroyed the only chance she had ever had to form a meaningful relationship outside of that place, outside of the compound, outside of her head-. But the voices stops once you kiss her. It's so tender, so loving that she thinks her heart will break. Happiness and tranquility flow through her veins, into her brain and heart. She touches your arms, any inch of your body to feel closer, her hands fall to your hips. She feels as if all the oxygen in the world won't be enough for her lungs to take in after each kiss, as if all the years in human history won't be enough to love you.

Lisa has finally finished packing. After a long day of work, she truly needs a relaxing bath at the compound. But neither Lottie or you seem to have come back. It's beginning to get late, the sky is already darkening and the way back home is a long one. She leaves her's and Lottie's possessions unattended and searches for the both of you, following the street you have walked down on. There you are: kissing together, street lights shining down on the both of you, shading you in amber colors.

A florist and a beekeeper. A match made in heaven.

[missmielyhoran]

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Male!yn cause why not?

This is not me putting a label on Harry's sexuality. He has made it clear he's unlabeled, and honestly, it's not any of our business, but I thought this was just a cute concept.

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hi! i'm aster.

she/they, minor, ENG + some ESP and Auslan, poet, audhd, sapphic ace, careless man’s careful daughter, infj, shark lover, lucy dacus listener, aries sun, gemini moon, pisces rising, #1 boygenius (+ solo careers) obsessor, ravenclaw but FUCK JKR, pinterest princess (androgynous), aspiring forest witch, chronic fatigue + generalized anxiety disorder + depression sufferer, greek salad lover

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current hyperfixation/talk to me about:

arcane

special interests:

sylvia plath, boygenius, bluey, sharks

fandoms:

everything sucks, boygenius (+solo careers), jucy, gilmore girls, brooklyn 99, heartbreak high, bluey, bridgerton, osemanverse, sunflowers and lavender, kiki’s delivery service, hamilton, matilda the musical, ruby redfort, aurora cycle (zila's my GIRL), nevermoor, stargirl, agggtm, biac, wednesday, lady bird, the owl house, arcane

books:

the anthropocene reviewed, the bell jar, stargirl, loveless, radio silence, death sets sail, goddess girls series, dear poppy, aurora cycle, anne of green gables series, sick bay, henry hamlet’s heart, hani and ishu’s guide to fake dating, nevermoor, iwbft, heartstopper, solitare

ships:

wenclair, lumity, cazzie, emisue, kind of caitvi but only because i want vi to be happy

artists:

lucy dacus, chappell roan, hozier, florence and the machine, radiohead, phoebe bridgers, julien baker, gracie abrams, noah kahan, boygenius, taylor swift? (melbourne n3), lorde, cavetown, mitski, eliza and the delusionals, boyish, beabadoobee

songs:

claw machine, nuvole bianche, leonard cohen, garden song, there it goes, triple dog dare, home by now, no surprises, cartwheel, me and my dog, american teenager, good news, scorpio rising, townie, last words of a shooting star, strawberry blond, we’re in love, so much wine, apple cider

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psa: when i use 'girl' in relation to me (crafty girl summer, etc.) i mean it androdgynously :))

my sideblogs are:

@leftfromrightfromwrong : boygenius and sometimes art

@listen2yourownvoice : radio silence+ a bit of general osemanverse

tags: # aster writes- poetry. #aster writes i guess- more poetry. #asters saved posts- saved posts. #aster loves boygenius- me loving boygenius. #aster's lyric rambles- when i just post a bunch of song lyrics in a format. #aster bawls on the floor- due to sadness, cringiness or laughter, i am on the floor and out for the count. # aster thinks (not really) - what it sounds like pretty much # it’s me i’m the girlfriend - can’t even explain this one actually #percy <3- literally just @trashmeowcan #ari 🌻 - @waitingforthesunrise

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link to my old intro post:

[eleanorandphantom]

Get to know me?

I kinda realized I never really introduced myself, so uh, hi!

My name is Echo :D I am pansexual and genderfluid, as for pronouns, I have no preferences, just don't call me an 'attack helicopter' and we'll be chillin'

I am 16, currently in Junior year, actually really enjoying it right now!

In most of my DR's my name is Eleanor, which is why its my user! I just feel connected to both names

Some non-shifting facts about me:

I have olive-green eyes

I have been singing/playing guitar/acting for around 10 years and I danced for 8 years (still dance for theater and funsies)

I play acoustic, electric, and a little bass

I am in a band as a lead singer and guitarist, we are called "Vessels of Rebirth"!!!

I am an alto-soprano! which is very fun as I can sing very diverse styles of music (my favorites being folk, rock, and gospel)

I am a Christian and follower of God, to whom I love dearly

Although I am a Christian, I do a lot of tarot reading, and I also see and speak with the deceased as well as have prophetic dreams on occasion. I currently have 3 spirits residing in my house, they are quite nice! (Also if you guys have any suggestions on incense please let me know! I need to add to my stash)

I do a ton of art, whether it be sewing, drawing, painting, photography, or making things out of materials, you will always find me with a new project (I'm currently working on a plushie bee for my friend in my Java class!!)

Speaking of java I am loving coding, that shit is cool

At the moment, I am leading in two shows (one is a murder mystery comedy, like clue, where the audience decides who the murderer is! The second is Spamalot, and I am the female lead, Lady of the Lake!!) I am also in the ensemble of Hadestown and doing crew for Little Mermaid! So a ton of theater stuffs going on (would you believe me if I told you I have 6 different theater-based DR's?? teehee)

I do a ton of reading, I love books; it's one of my dreams to have a Hobbit-inspired book room in my future house, complete with a circle door

I have a massive collection of plushies and stuffed animals, all of which I have named and remember perfectly (I love them sm)

My favorite colors are: forest/emerald green, sunset orange, TEAL!!!, deep purples, navy blue, maroon, pastel yellow, and blue/ashy grey

I am very Portuguese, and I love Portuguese food, my favorite being Bifanas

I have two pets, a 7 year old golden retriever named Ridge and an 11 month old ragdoll cat named Dexter (short for Dexteria, yes I am a DnD nerd)

Speaking of DnD, I am currently DM'ing three campaigns, and I'm in around 10-15 other campaigns, I love DnD a lot, it's one of my favorite hobbies

Onto shifting related stuff!

I have been shifting(minishifting partially, still shifting though!!!) since I was around 8 I guess? I didn't realize that was what I was doing at the time, and around 2021 I found out about shifting through a classmate (who brought it up at the most random time possible, an ELA class lol)

The first actual DR I ever made was a My Hero Academia reality, and by birds all mighty that script was ROUGH

But I still hold it close to my heart, even though it was so cringy

I took a break from shifting for like 7 months to a year at most, I believed in it, I just felt more content in my CR, but now I am at a point where I want to explore and be fully happy and learn and grow as myself!

Here is a list of my main DR's!

MPHFPC

Waiting Room

Phantom of the Opera

DnD homebrew (x3)

Better CR

Ever After High DR (x2)

Theater related (x6)

Apartment DR (x2)

Big Bang Theory

ASOUE

College DR (Harvard obviously)

Mad Scientist DR (before you ask, it's a book I'm writing, and No I am not the mad scientist)

Hogwarts (Not my favorite, but definitely for the vibes, witch-craft and ooo riding brooms is super fun! I kinda stay away from the main characters to the best of my ability, besides George tho, that man has my heart)

Those are my most recent ones, they all have their little quirks and loveliness that make them unique to me, if you have any questions about them I would be happy to answer!

I mainly post about my MPHFPC DR and more recently my Waiting Room, since they are the two realities I go to

I hope you guys enjoyed and got to know me a bit better, my asks/comments are always open so feel free to stop in and say ahoy!

Bye-bye for now :D

[starrycassi]

I don't really know what it would be called, but I love writing fics from a third person perspective. And I don't mean, like, "the character did this and that and breasted boobily", I mean, telling love stories by the eyes of the annoyed coworker, the noisy cleaning guy, the bored lady who sits by the window all day. I have never published them because I'm not quite sure if there would be a good reception for it, but I remember that one of my very first fics was how everyone on the team witnessed my oc and patriot (marvel, rising) fall in love with one another. And I published it! And two of my friends liked it and added it to their reading list on Wattpad!

Then I turned 16 and went "this is so cringy lmao" and erased it from literally anywhere and everywhere. Now I'm rather sad I did that, since I like to re-read my old writings to pick at it for weak spots and generally because I think I'm really funny. But yeah. Is that like a thing.

[murasaki-cha]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "murasaki-cha "?

I don't know how to say this, but I don't really read a lot of fics.... look I grew up in fanart and fancomic culture not fanfic culture

One of the only fics I can remember righ now (because I never stop thinking about it) is "Issue Found In Translation" by @fanfiction-artist-prototype 11/10 proto you've emotionally scarred and destroyed me in ways I cannot fathom into words but by god if I wouldn't go through it again given the chance!

Also I really love Spy x Family Role Reversal AUs, where Anya is the spy, Damian the assasin and Loid the telepath who has to get close to his classmate Yor Briar. Any fic with that plot. I might have read them all. Adorable, plus great Damianya. That messy roleswap damianya au and Roleswap Damianya Brane Rot are perfect examples of what I mean by this!

And I rescently read "Between Enemy Lines" by The Indomitable Smartass, a Folk Of The Air fic, which was basically extra scenes the fic author wished were in the books in Jude and/or Cardan's pov. The last 6 chapters were basically The Queen of Nothing told entirely from Cardan's pov. It was so freaking good I immediately bookmarked it.

And sorry but that's all I can give you

Now about the story of my name, it's actually really simple. I was a freaking weeb and went "Hey why not google translate my favorite color (purple) in japanese and add a -chan in the end because I'm a cringy 14 year old weeb fuck!" but apparently murasaki-chan is a wildly used username so I always just removed the n and murasaki-cha just kinda stuck. Than I learned about Lady Murasaki, the world's first ever novelist and I just loved my username after that and decided to never change it. I encourage everyone to just call me Mura because it's much easier than writing Murasaki every single time.

My irl name is so much different no one will ever guess it based on my username 😂

[packedandstrapped]

can u give me ideas on how to come out? i’m 22 and known i was a lesbian since i was around 14-15 and have been too scared to come out because of my parents. i value what my parents say and ik they aren’t going to accept me so when i come out to them, they’re gonna say they disown me and kick me out or some other shit, but it’s gonna make me spiral into a depression (haha). but i can’t keep living a lie man living like this is hard especially when my parents keep trying to set me up with men. when i was in highschool, i tried so hard to give them hints i didn’t like men, i never dated them, never talked about them, hell even begged my mom to wear a suit to prom, but she told me it was “un lady like” and made me wear a dress. i just love my family so much and i don’t want them to hate me but living this lie has made me hate myself. no matter what i do it’s a lose lose situation. this has caused me so many problems. i literally use to have an eating disorder because of how much anxiety of my parents finding out i was gay would give me. i’ve tried to convince my self to like men and i just can’t. i feel like something is so so wrong with me and i can’t. it makes me not wanna live anymore i wouldn’t wish this on anyone. i know this is lowkey cringy to be telling someone all this, but i just really really need advice on this because i just can’t keep living everyday a lie.

Hey friend- please feel free to DM off anon if you want to talk. I will chat with you about this stuff literally any time.

There's nothing wrong with who you are. Your message feels like something I could have written at 19-20 years old. When you said you value what your parents say, I felt that in my core. I want to be able tell you that everyone comes around and they'll totally understand and accept you. But sometimes it's not that way. And the people that claim to love us the most can only give that love when we fit into the box they've created for us. This might sound hokey, but reading The Four Agreements really helped me identify the space between my parents ideas and my own. I will send you a copy if you're interested in reading.

It's no wonder that you're experiencing so much anxiety and worry about coming out. For a lot of us, coming out as gay to our parents is the first time we truly see them disappointed in us. There's a crushing weight to our parents thinking we're actively trying to hurt them by living our lives authentically. I hope that's not the case for you.

If I could do it all over again, I would journal about it for a few days. I'd practice the important phrases I want to get out. I would focus on the simple message I wanted to send rather than trying to navigate their feelings. I would try to think about the various reactions I might get and have one or two general ideas of how I could respond neutrally. And despite all of this, I'm sad to say even though I would have felt more in control, I'd still be just as wounded coming out of it. I understand the fear you have in disappointing your parents because it's been a reality for me for almost twenty years. They've never let up on reminding me that while they're proud of my accomplishments, it's despite my otherness rather than a celebration of what a queer person can do. They refuse to use the word "wedding" or "wife" and they give us a room with two twin beds when we go to visit. The microaggressions never cease. What's changed now is how much of myself I let them see. Now it's about what makes me comfortable instead of existing around them in a box that never fit right. It's still hard- I regularly grieve the relationship I wish I had with my parents. But as I've aged, I've realized that my friends are my family. They are they ones that have been there and show up for me unconditionally. They're the ones I have turned to when I needed a place to stay, a job, or a listening ear. They get it.

I don't know how you feel most comfortable communicating with your parents, but think about what it would look like to say the words out loud or in a text. Try not to feel bad about telling them this information. You are being truthful and honest and that's what is important. You are giving them the gift of seeing you for who you really are; to celebrate you in the way you want to be seen in this world. Don't worry about doing it the wrong way because sometimes there just isn't a defined right way. I know it's scary but the sooner you get it off your chest, the sooner you can fall into the comfort of your real self.

Come back or DM me if you need anything, friend. We need you here.

[bambsik]

Time for Helen Amell's dynamics with her team! Of course I could add everywhere: It was difficult at first and it's complicated, so I'm writing it here to not repeat myself

Morrigan: I wrote a separate post about them here because they're awesome. So, long story short, they're best friends now and would die for each other. I can only add that in my canon they both learned spirit healing magic from Wynne, because they both have to admit now that these stupid people they travel and fight with are important and they need to take care of their stupid health (and also each other). So they are both growing as a person. 

Leliana: That’s actually interesting because when I created Helen, I thought she was gonna romance Leliana. But she looked at her and simply said: No. Not the crazy chantry lady. Plz no. Helen likes her, but can’t take her seriously because of the whole Maker thing. She sees that Leliana would want to get closer, but that just won’t work. They have too different worldviews.

Dog: Spider is of course best friend of Helen’s :) She loves him from the first sight and is amazed that he chose her. From having nothing in the Circle Tower to have A DOG FRIEND? The best feeling ever.

Zevran: When she saw Zevran lying on the ground and begging her to take him into her crew, she just thought: yeah, he matches this band of idiots. And she was right. After the first untrust was overcome, she discovered that she really likes listening to his stories. That she likes the way he talks, even if she’s not really comfortable with the flirting part. But she sees his approach to people as some kind of defense mechanism. So she’s not taking it seriously. They’re definitely friends, sometimes it gets very cringy or awkward, but they’re friends.

Wynne: Helen and Wynne have probably the worst relationship of all. Like, it’s not bad, but it’s very one-sided, because Wynne would like to be friends and all, but Helen sees her only as some old Circle mage, who has problems with some spirit and her health. Helen wanted her to leave even, when she and Morrigan learned the spirit healing magic, but Wynne pressed to stay. So she is here, but she is kinda and outsider. At least to Helen.

Sten: This is probably the most surprising to Helen, I swear. She opened the cage mostly because of Morrigan’s suggestion (also, having some big ass warrior in the party while fighting darkspawn could be quite useful, no?), and this grim qunari guy was the first to become her friend. Like??? The more she was mean to him, the more he seemed to like her. Of course she found a way to piss him off by asking too many questions, but still. She doesn’t understand what’s going on in terms of their friendship, but she’s kinda grateful for it. It’s interesting, for sure. 

Shale: Golem friend! Helen treats Shale with sympathy. Can’t say they’re besties, but definitely like each other's company. They find each other very interesting. 

Oghren: As I mentioned before, Helen learns a lot from Oghren, mostly in terms of human relations and being carefree. The way he has this easy approach to almost everything… Total opposite of Helen. They don’t agree on everything, but definitely like each other. They do these drinking nights when they can, there's a lot of talking, singing, making stupid jokes. Little sunshine in the middle of the Plague. Also, Oghren helped Helen to develop that romantic side of her, by being definitely not romantic at all. 

Alistair: I put him last because this is the most interesting to me. I didn’t expect ANYTHING that happened in this relationship. 

So, he didn’t make a bad first impression, but connection to templars gave him minus points at the beginning. They fought together and there was a distance, but it wasn’t bad, but then he just dumped all the responsibility on her. Like, she was lost, first time this far after they took her to Circle, not to mention this Grey Warden chaos and everything. And then he questioned her decisions, he was furious even! So there was lots of arguing, crying and things like that.

But slowly, as the time passed, they both saw a different side of each other. The crucial points to their relationship was the Fade, where Helen saw Alistair was her friend in his vision, and then turning back to Ostagar. 

She definitely started seeing him as someone different. More vulnerable and someone not so religious as she first thought. Someone who just wanted to have a family, who craved having someone close to him, who lost his father figure and a friend. Someone with a hard past, just like hers. And later, when Oghren joined, she saw that innocent side of Alistair. And she liked it. 

Slowly, their mocking each other became awkward flirting. 

So, when Plague almost reached Denerim and there was Landsmeet coming, she said: I don’t care anymore. And kissed this asshole. And realized that he’s an idiot, but her idiot. 

[sillysarahsthings]

Like some LJ fans, I rewrote the entire story and tried making Issac a little likeable (I failed 🥲) where I put my own OCs with abandonment issues, Miss Black!

One of these is hella old...

Warning: super cringy, dark themes such as mentions of: SA, gore(obviously), death, child abuse, and claustrophobia.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Some backstory : like Jack she was an angelic being made specifically for a very lonely and miserable man, she was made to be his wife, or his not-so-imaginary wife.

She is very similar to Jack as in she's supposed to be the perfect wife, so whoever her husband is, she will automatically be his type.

The husband (Frederic) treated her decently at first but overtime despite her best effort to comply with his wishes, he got bored and primarily used her for his own desires, sometimes without her say-so, she didn't have a say in this whatsoever, the only rules she had to follow was to respect and please her husband, (as to what her creator taught her before sending her down to earth).

After years of verbal and physical abuse, Frederic left Miss Black in a tower located in the middle of a cemetery, and told her he'd come back, she waited and waited, but he never came back, in fact she was completely forgotten about, where her skin became pale and her eyes became lifeless, when Frederic finally returned, he had a mistress, which sent Miss Black into an undescribable bloodrage, she was mad and seeing how herso called 'husband' abandoned her and replaced her after everything she put up for him to stay.

She ended up killing him very gruesomely, tearing him limb from limb, going as far as to attack his mistress, gouging her eyes out, once she realized what she was doing, she looked at the now blinded woman who was screaming "who are you?!" "I don't know who you are!" Her reckless actions ended up getting her to fall from grace and become a demonic entity, her body grew, and her eyes became completely pitch black including her scelera, making it match with the mistress's missing eyes, Miss Black was cursed by her creator, to never leave the cemetery, to never laugh or smile until she fell in love.

10 years later... (My writing stops being serious and good.)

Miss Black managed to learn sorcery and got really good at it overtime, she stayed in the cemetery tower making her status and title: the black eyed lady.

Laughing Jack actually made her see the best in people and humanity, to the point where she started smiling at him, they had fallen in love, but when Issac went to boarding school, Jack told Miss Black to wait until Issac opens his box. (We know what happens next 😀) I'm still trying to make little adjustments to the story.

This grabbed the attention of Issac and went to explore it with Laughing Jack, Miss Black was initially going to kill Issac, but was interested when he introduced her to Jack.

She basically became Issac's mother figure in which he'd seek her comfort whenever his mother would hurt him.

Stay safe my loveable clowns!!

[ravangie]

Your art is so good I love it! How long have you been drawing or drawing seriously?

Why, thank you!

Well I'm gonna say the most cliche thing said by every artist who's been asked this question: I've been drawing my whole life! I was doodling as a kid, i finished artschool and even went to university for an art degree.

But that's not the interesting part. The interesting part is that I've only started drawing consistently in the past year. I guess before that my art didn't have any bigger purpose or meaning to me. And even though i just got an art degree, my skill (that i know i was capable of having) was nowhere to be found, because I was very burnt out at that point and didn't want to draw and actually haven't drawn for a while.

But ever since I've finally allowed myself to draw women last year, i've been glowing with passion for drawing, i wanna draw my ladies allllllllll the time!! And since I've been drawing consistently my skill skyrocketed up, too! So a degree has nothing to do with your skill without the passion for what you do. You can't get very far without it, I've learned that the hard way.

I'm currently 25 and feel like i only now have started to find my art voice. And that's ok❤️

P.S.: I've had this tumblr account since 2015, you can actually scroll down (please don't) to see my progress in digital painting. I very much cringe at my old art, because i, like most of us, was a cringy teenager. But i still keep my old art up, just for encouragement purposes. To show the curious ones that everyone had to start somewhere, hahah.

[dollarbin]

Dollar Bin #19:

Tom Petty's You're Gonna Get It!

Imagine a new Tom Petty record.

I don't mean some new archive set like the expanded/alternative versions of Wildflowers or She's the One. I mean a record that is entirely unheard of; one that no one even knew to long for.

I'm disappointed it hasn't happened yet. I hoped Petty's and, for that matter, Prince's, estates would provide a much needed balm to us all after each of their tragic passings by gifting us a miracle, a great white whale we did not even know was lurking beneath us all these years, on the order of Neil Young's Homegrown or Dylan's Complete Basement Tapes.

Sure, we got to hear Prince alone at the microphone, but I feel like he probably made recordings like that, effortlessly, once a week in 80's. And yes, there's a single, previously unknown, piece of pop greatness to be found on the posthumous Petty box set, 1982's Keep a Little Soul.

But where's Petty's Black Eyed Dog? Where's his Hundred Highways? It's not enough for us to miss Tom; we want to hear his voice reach out and comfort us once again from his untimely grave.

I know exactly what I'm asking for here because I've already experienced it. That's right: at age 13 I was sure I'd discovered an entirely-lost-to-history Petty album.

Let's start at the beginning. My two buddies - both named Matt - and I reacted to Full Moon Fever by going Tom Petty crazy. Tom checked every box a few geeky, unpopular and yearning-for-the-ladies white kids needed checked: he wasn't already property of the cool kids, he was counter-cultural in obtuse, safely-white man ways, his songs were as often as funny as Weird Al's, he rocked, and his middle name was Earl.

So for Christmas / Hanukkah that year we embraced communism's concept of collective ownership in an effort to get our hands on the entire Petty catalog. As the beloved leader of our oligarchy over none, I directed Matt 1 to ask for Let Me Up and Damn the Torpedoes and Matt 2 to get the self-titled debut album and Hard Promises (which, based on its cover, looked like the lamest record), leaving me to squeeze my own stocking with confidence that Southern Accents and Long After Dark were in there on tape, waiting to change my life for the better.

What else, you ask, did we ask for that holiday? Blank tapes of course: it was our standing and too-obvious-to-speak-about agreement that by dinner time on the 25th everyone would have copied both their new albums twice and delivered the copies to one another by bike.

That's right folks: none of us asked for You're Gonna Get It! There was a simple reason: the record was utterly out of print, had never been released on CD and was nowhere to be found in any local Dollar Bin. To three 13 year olds in 1989 who were busy exploring music without knowledgeable parents or older siblings in an era long before the internet, it was as if Petty's sophomore album had never been made. We didn't ask for it because we didn't know it existed.

And so when we rolled up with my dad to the Fabulous Forum on March 1, 1990 for our first ever popular music concert the three of us believed we had the entire Petty catalog memorized.

Ah, what a glorious night....

After buying Petty shirts and promptly putting them on we took our seats and saw the cringy but sorta awesome opening act, Lenny Kravitz. Lenny tried to lead the entire indifferent audience in a sing along to a song no one had heard at that point, Let Love Rule. This was long, long before he got a marketing clue and traded in his second-fiddle-to-Liza-Bonnet role and became a peddler of planet destroying SUVs.

The night also marked our first brush with rock and roll royalty as both Dylan and Bruce Springsteen joined Petty and the boys for the encore. And, although the internet tells me it's not possible because of the concept known as death, I feel like Roy Orbison appeared as well. I guess it must have been his ghost that appeared behind those famous shades...

But to us 13 year olds none of that compared to the women directly in front of us getting into an all out, beer flinging and fake nails in the eyeballs, brawl in the middle of Freefallin'. My father, lord of the bon mot, instantaneously summed up the crazy scene by yelling "they're slamming boys!" All hail my father.

Is it any wonder that I wound up with a lifelong love of music after such a night? And I haven't even told you the best part: Benmont Tench hitting the opening riff of Love is a Long Road in the full dark as the show dramatically opened is one of the top 10 moments of my entire life.

There was just one unsettling moment all night. Mid-show Petty played a song we didn't know, all about listening to your heart. That wasn't too upsetting; there were plenty of songs he played that we didn't know. We figured they were covers, or coming out of the next record, because no one else in the audience knew them either. But when Petty told us about a ladyfriend resisting some dude's money and his cocaine everyone else all around us sang along.

We were a smart group of kids but we didn't put two and two together that night: take the fact that we were the youngest people there by a decade, add in the fact that everyone else there new the song and you wind up with an obvious conclusion: we were missing a Petty record. And so I went home with a nagging worry: what explained that one song?

The answer came from Saint Cross's Quaintance Shop a month or three later. Picture a fading church thrift store 35 years ago. Wigs and berets on white, styrofoam heads, mismatched golf clubs, iron-on izod patches for dressing up second hand kids shirts filled the front room; even less desirable items could be found in the back. A rotation of women born in the 20s manned the counter, clucking about whatever whenever my busy mother stopped by to pick up the shop's meager taking in her role as vestry treasurer.

I was still too young to have an excuse not to join her on these errands, and thank god for that because I wandered into the back room, thumbed through their quarter bin - that's right, in 1990 there was no such thing as the dollar bin; rather every record cost a quarter - and had my universe rocked when I saw Tom Petty standing in blue light with Stan (check out his handmade, drawstring hot pants!), Mike (pensive as always, deferring to the Tom as the boss), Ron (looking like he already has one foot out the door and is working up to his managerial role at an eighties bikini shop) and Benmont (forever a teenager) on the cover of a previously unknown record. Had the sun exploded in the sky at that moment I would have shrugged: the Holy Grail was in my hands and a moment before I had not known there was a God.

"Mom, please can I buy this? I just found it and I really need it."

"Sure you can, honey. Where's your money?"

"I mean, mom can you buy it for me? I don't have a quarter. But I'll pay you back, I promise." (This wasn't a case of not having my wallet; I literally did not own a cent at that moment. Every cent of my weekly $2 allowance would instantly go towards tapes. I did not yet own a turntable of my own and the recently discovered player in my parents cabinet still had a needle that had needed replacing in '74. I was forever broke and I remember borrowing money to buy Sergeant Pepper for a quarter from a different thrift store soon after.)

My glorious mother sighed and made a look that said "children these days..." Then she produced the precious quarter and I took home the arc of the covenant.

My glory was strong but short lived. Yes, the Matts were both blown away to discover a hithertofore unknown Petty record. But the only working turntables we knew belonged to Matt 1's formidable aerospace stepfather, and only Brahms was allowed on that one, and Matt 2's parents, and listening to a record in their living room necessitated dealing with Mickey, a truly insane golden retriever who weighed way more than me and was an incessant licker of his own formidable balls.

So it wasn't until high school that I really got into the greatness of You're Gonna Get It!

First, let's pause to consider the greatness that is an album that ends in an explanation point. We've already discussed Jonathan Sings! at length in these pages but there are plenty of other amazing albums made by brilliant artists who are goofy enough to add a ! to the end of their album title. Consider Get Happy!! And Henry the Human Fly! And what about Help!? These Are All Great Records! For that matter, wouldn't If I Could Only Remember My Name and Wild Tales be even better if Crosby and Nash had affixed explanation points to their titles? Man, I wish it was called Blood on the Tracks!

(Dear Stephen Stills, I know you're reading this so please pay attention: yes, we see that you tried to jump on the explanation point bandwagon in '05 by putting out a record entitled Man Alive! Good try Stevieboy, but to this day no one has ever listened to that record, and no one ever will. And don't try reissuing your 70's back catalog as Stills 1! Stills 2! Stills! and Illegal Stills! It will not change anything; those records will still forever suck.)

By ninth grade I had a turntable of my own and my first real appreciation of Your Gonna Get It! was getting way into Magnolia. I ask you, what better song is there for a horny heterosexual male ninth grader? I guarantee you I'm not the only boy who spent a whole lot of time visualizing themselves as Petty's first person protagonist:

From a table across the room

She was signalling me with her eyes

I walked over to be introduced,

I said hello, she just smiled

And said I know a place not too far from here,

We could get away for while.

Yeah that's when she kissed me and told me her name

I never did tell her mine...

Magnolia...

There's a lot to say about this track even after 24 years of blissful marriage. This song, and all of Your Gonna Get It!, features a complexly layered, full band vibe. Petty didn't just put everyone on the cover, he also gave them equal sonic billing; an approach he increasingly abandoned at the eighties increasingly set in and he got tempted by all the money and the cocaine. Hear the thick, bending bass stepping forward like a bold and reckless Romeo, driven by the tiptoeing lead piano riff. Petty's not the only one who gets lucky during this track. Everyone does.

Indeed, all of Side 1 is stone cold classic material, too rich and dense to have initially grabbed hold of me in eighth, then ninth, grade. The album opens with When the Time Comes. Tell me, please, why this elegant, powerful pop song is not more famous than everything on Wildflowers? When the Time Comes views every song on that overrated record with withering pity.

Tench's organ swells, the bridge spans mammoth depths, the drums and guitar carry us relentlessly forward up to a hollered fade. And then it's suddenly over and before we know it we're already kneeling down before Petty's declarative, white man soul in the title track.

Do you hear that guitar solo give way to the spaced out Dead vibes and then back into the chorus of chasing vocals? How the hell did this album ever get overlooked, forgotten and dropped out of print? Why are we ever listening to anything else in our lives?

On the back of my original 25 cent thrift shop copy of the LP there's the obligatory encouragement to reach out to the Official Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers Fan Club at 890 Tennessee Street in 'Frisco. I say that if we all send them self addressed stamped envelopes right now and demand a reissue of this record complete with bonus tracks then they'll do it and they'll also release, after all these years, Petty and Co's previously recorded, utterly forgotten and never before issued 77 lost album.

Come on people, lick those stamps. We're Gonna Get It!

[comeontaylorspeaknow]

Links to fanfics under the cut. !Warning!some of my fanfics are cringy, lack detail, and need some work! But I do them even if they could be better!

What could have been?

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: What If James Potter helped save Harry and his friends in the department of mysterious alongside the order of the phoenix. And of course James punches Lucius and Sirius doesn't die or fall in the vail!

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny WeasleyJames Potter/Lily Evans Potter

Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley James Potter, Lily Evans Potter Tom Riddle | Voldemort Voldemort (Harry Potter), Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Ginny Weasley, Luna LovegoodNeville Longbottom, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snapez Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, and Cornelius Fudge.

The beginning of their love

1864

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (2009)

Summary: Elena is blasted into the past by a spell gone wrong by a mysterious old lady aka a witch. She wasn't in any time period like the '60s or '70s she was sent to 1864 to be exact. Little did they both know this had been fate to land in the past. But will Elena stop Katherine? What will happen when they find out she's from the past? What will Elena do?

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Elena Gilbert/Stefan Salvatore

Characters: Elena Gilbert, Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Katherine Pierce, Giuseppe Salvatore, Petrova Doppelganger(s), Bonnie Bennett, Caroline Forbes, and Emily Bennett (Vampire Diaries).

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (2009)

Summary: The beginning of our favorite love birds aka how things could have been different and with a twist. Stefan gets to guts to ask Elena out on a date when they first date it may seem a bit rushed but I think it's adorable!

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Elena Gilbert/Stefan Salvatore

Characters: Elena Gilbert, Stefan Salvatore, Bonnie Bennett, Caroline Forbes, and William Tanner.

[zuckergussprinzessin]

personally I'm very pleased that Cheri Cheri Lady is having its five minutes of tik tok fame bc back in the day Modern Talking were considered super cringe and I was way too scared to admit I actually enjoyed their music but now I'm old and give way fewer fucks what people think about my taste in music and am ready to enjoy what I like just in time for half the internet to get with the program and turn up the cringy German 80s disco tunes

[realitycanbewhateveridesire]

Re-Introduction post

(Making a new post because I'm too lazy to edit my first introduction post. Also, sorry if the post is way too long.)

Hello!

You can call me Ness.

I'm a reality shifter.

Things to know about me:

My pronouns are she/her.

I'm a reality shifter.

I'm a lesbian.

I'm 19 years old.

I'm Polish.

DNI list:

anti-shifters dni

bigots dni

i don't think i care beyond those two categories as long as you're not a bigot, creep or asshole lol

My user boxes:

𓏲 ๋࣭ DR LIST 𓏲 ๋࣭

(Disclaimer: I haven't been very active as a shifter for a long time and would warn you that probably most of these DRs will remain not active (aside from one or two), save for occassional moments of inspiration. They're also pretty much unfinished, by that i mean script-wise. Also, pls don't come at me for the cringy names I gave to my DRs.)

ARCANE

𓏲 ๋࣭ under lock and key 𓏲 ๋࣭

𓏲 ๋࣭ cosmos in her eyes 𓏲 ๋࣭

HOGWARTS

𓏲 ๋࣭ the fox den 𓏲 ๋࣭

𓏲 ๋࣭ the pale-eyed dreamer 𓏲 ๋࣭

𓏲 ๋࣭ i greet yesterday once again 𓏲 ๋࣭

MARAUDERS

𓏲 ๋࣭ in the language of flowers 𓏲 ๋࣭

THE OWL HOUSE

𓏲 ๋࣭ the riverside 𓏲 ๋࣭

BALDUR'S GATE 3

𓏲 ๋࣭ red-eyed bard 𓏲 ๋࣭

𓏲 ๋࣭ i always come back 𓏲 ๋࣭

MALEFICENT DR

𓏲 ๋࣭ the savage daughter 𓏲 ๋࣭ (idk how to name this one lol)

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG

𓏲 ๋࣭ lady luck 𓏲 ๋࣭

SPIDERVERSE DR

𓏲 ๋࣭ miss sugar pink, liquor, liquor lips 𓏲 ๋࣭

PERSONA 5 ROYAL DR

𓏲 ๋࣭ let's start the trickster game 𓏲 ๋࣭

𓏲 ๋࣭ ARCHIVED/INACTIVE DRS 𓏲 ๋࣭

HP/TOH CROSSOVER, ARCANE x LITTLE MERMAID, REMUS LUPIN'S DAUGHTER HOGWARTS DR, ARCANE MODERN FAME AU DR, ARCANE DR 1

MY NOTION TEMPLATES

(ik there's only a few and i'm sorry but i only make them when in a mood for it. tho you can still request one if you'd like.)

MY DR S/O(s)

possibly Caitlyn Kiramman

POSSIBLE FUTURE DR S/O(s)

Makoto Niijima (Persona 5), Gwen Stacy (ITSV/ATSV), Mel Medarda (Arcane)

OTHER BLOGS

The blogs below are ones I made for my DR selves and haven't really touched them since (or at all).

@rosalynndarkwood (Marauders DR self, which I'll have to change back to the Lightening Era), @irisofzaun (Arcane DR self), @riverwhispers (TOH DR self)

PINTEREST BOARD

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