#im not regretted im making this blog

[divinepowerfulgoddess]

They are definitions of "burn the world for loved one"

[shittyutmv]

#1

nightmare belongs to @ jokublog cross belongs to @ jakei95 killer belongs to @ rahafwabas

[cxndiedvi0lets]

"You can't help everyone,"

But, I have to try.

"Then, who helps you?"

[nessa-rpgs]

Sooooooo I've been playing Tiny Glade.

[geddy-leesbian]

ngl weirdly salty that there's already like an Established Leon Lore guy. does not matter how much i meticulously document everything about DSC lore, literally no one will ever come to my ask box on @leon-stupid-kennedy to ask a lore question. I guarantee if the vast majority of my mutuals had a question related to Darkside Chronicles Leon they wouldn't come to me, they'd run straight to highball. don't get me wrong highball is GOAT, but like when it comes to Darkside specifically I'd say I'm more useful. like I'm not trying to be arrogant or say I'm a Leon expert or anything but I don't think he's even played DSC ever, I had to get him screenshots of costumes once when he posted about not being able to find them and also he wasn't aware that the cutscenes are pre rendered or whatever so costumes don't work in them. I have a phd in darkside chronicles at this point but i don't have cool name recognition so why even bother asking me when you could just ask highball because his word is gospel who cares what anyone else knows about leon

No matter how hard i try i will never get lore questions or requests for anything because ???

Like even outside of darkside i feel like i have enough cred to be someone who would maybe get a luis lore ask once in a blue moon bc ive analyzed his fucking trash can and found a HIDDEN ROOM IN HIS HOUSE NO ONE ELSE HAS EVER GONE IN but nope no one cares about heathers thoughts at all! my opinions are worth nothing i exist to pump out gif and screenshot sets. the only time i get headcanon/lore/anything asks is when i pathetically beg which makes it less fun! :) literally how the fuck do people judt get spontaneous asks.

I do so much work taking screenshots of EVERYTHING and compiling lore and no one gives a shit because I'm not some household re fandom name like highball or eric. I'm the weird loser outcast of the fandom that's never fully included. You'll drive by and maybe slow down and reblog a gif set of mine or a shit post, but you're keeping your windows rolled up, you're not engaging with me.

Once in a while I'll get thanked for what i do but idk it just rings hollow sometimes. Ppl tell me ive done so much for the fandom but the fandom doesn't seem to be aware of that seeing as a lot of re blogs that interact with my mutuals constantly refuse to follow me or engage with me in any way beyond reblogging my shit posts :) literally people who joined the fandom long after I did have more RE mutuals than me. whenever a new person pops up in the fandom everyone flocks to them and they'll follow back and interact with a ton of people, but not me! :)) like do I need to change my blog theme? Trash the ugly wall of disorganized text. Oh wait no that won't do anything because even when I had a super clean/neat/organized blog description I was ignored like I am now :)) something about me is inherently off putting to other RE fans and I should just give up <3

[dailydegurechaff]

You don't have to reply to this, but I am very happy to stumble across a non-problematic Youjo Senki fanpage. 💖

Thank you very much!! I'll continue to do my best!

[the-kipsabian]

[corpiote]

I need to fully accept my self-indulgent needs to get back into writing again. I miss it

[navxry]

(real talk utc)

I'm thinking about moving blogs soon (for my yandere writing acc), but I'm not sure if moving is a good idea.

I had this in my mind for a while now, and considering how things are, it's always been haunting me. With college stressing me out and my own interests shifting from point A to B with @/yxstxrdrxxm, I had too many to worry and it's starting to wear itself on me.

I don't know when I plan on moving. I don't even know if I want to. But I've always been interested in rebranding, and... I think I want to start off my new blog with the permanent series I've been on and off in writing.

It's gonna suck, because I had a good amount of people there, but I'm really out of ideas. And honestly, I've been thinking abt archiving it with my old main blog, anyway.

So yeah. I don't know when that's happening, but... expect that to occur. maybe for 2025 I can redeem myself from my failures.

[corpseybun-old]

Is anyone else a peterjack truther? I swear to god, the only person I ever saw making content for them orphaned all their works, and I've never gotten over it.

One of these days, I might just have to step up to the plate 'n write some peterjack fics myself.

Really, really, really good fics right here, I put em in a nice collection just today actually, lmao. Give 'em a read. They're absolute peak.

[mageofcolors]

i am tempted. to change my url...

[gontagokuhara]

i know this site and the people at the helm are falling apart at the seams but by far my favorite implemented feature is the streamlining of viewing peoples tags on their reblogs. especially in my activity. i used to snoop thru every reblog to see if my beloved mutuals added anything but now its just There 🫶

[blindedguilt-archived]

🔁 |[HIT ME. ♥]|

"You're going to get us killed." - Interaction Rewrite Prompts!

For Leonard, the weight of a child's blood upon his weapon was heavier than anything else he had handled before in his lifetime.

He hadn't the honour to have even called it the first, but different from his brothers, who had found their end directly by the blades of the Empire, there was no hope for the blame of responsibility to be lifted off his shoulders now that he had wielded that same blade himself.

Leonard's breathing was panicked and uneven. A cold sweat ran down his back as the sensation of the light body being flung backwards shot once more through his arms - he felt ill. Had he died? Had he done away with his life in that forest and been sentenced to hell? Perhaps it was all a punishment, an eternity spent in war, ending the lives of children just as he had his brothers. The screams had sounded too familiar for comfort.

He couldn't, couldn't bring himself to fight. The stakes didn't come to him. The seal didn't exist to him. The usually tranquil forest had roared with the sounds of the clashing steel, the hurried footsteps, the cries and mockery of the faerie - something like the dragon's voice had called his name in harsh rebuke, and whether it truly was her or Caim, Leonard didn't understand and stumbled blindly back to the garrisons in a piteous attempt to flee.

Too cowardly to die, and too starved to survive.

All that was clear to him against the roar of noise was his own breathing, the feeling of his heart pounding in its chest, and the crushing weight of the guilt from that thought repeating itself in his head like a mantra. Leonard struggled to break out of it - do or say something that could stop this madness. Anything. A sickened cry sounded at the sound of the mercenary's own cold reproach, and the hermit struggled to respond.

"Caim, please...!"

He had tried to utter words, either protest or a plea, but his throat had grown tight and left only a quiet whimper. Was that all he could do? Beg...? Leonard's weapon trembled in his hands. He was truly weak... He could have done more than beg. Just like his brothers, there was a thought that told him that he could have saved them. But, it was all the same. His family murdered for the sake of shameful pleasure. The blood of children spilled only for his own protection - his own cowardice to even die correctly. All for himself, a pathetic existence unable to even lift a finger against the slaughter of children.

Some wretched noise, a ragged fight for strained breath against the pounding heart in his chest, could be heard against the armoured thumps of bodies against the ground. Even from a distance, Leonard's frozen body could be seen trembling uncontrollably. The polearm dangled limply from his hands.

"They are only mere children...!"

The last uttered words before the hermit collapsed to his knees were a heart-wrenching sob.

Not a voice of disgust, but a cry in horror.

[website-com]

comfort media that is upsetting is interesting. id like to learn more about the phenomena

[feliciteacup]

genuinely confused and scared as to why multiple people in the r0ckafire fandom that i dont remember ever interacting with have me blocked on here, like i don't know what i would've done to make people block me?

like genuinely i have fear and anxiety that my toxic "friends" from that fandom started making shit up about me that would make people block me. i know it's unhealthy and i'm probably just overthinking but it genuinely keeps me up at night sometimes...

[cynister-anatomy]

Hehehe she gave me my own blog hehehe J is gonna regret this