#its awful never make one you cannot delete it

[jusiri]

Every now and again i have to remind myself that Tumblr hasnt actually made any particularly egregious changes to anything, its mostly cosmetic, and this is just the "i hate any changes" website

Like i dont like the layout change, or the permanent tumblr live button, but those are pretty damn minor

Meanwhile over on Instagram they took away dashboard being only the people you follow ages ago, its like a 90/10 ratio of suggestions to stuff you want

Theyre constantly changing buttons and layouts, the algorithm is some secret thing they don't want anyone to know about, and it changes every other day

Fyp is half videos, with no option for them not to autoplay anymore

Bot problems all over the place, filled with scam accounts and bigots

One of their more recent changes was to take away the option to sort tags by most recent

you can either see Top Posts or Recent Top Posts, and thats it, if your post doesn't get big, youre shit outta luck

Trying to curate your feed and interactions is next to impossible, you can like 1000 pictures in a tag you enjoy and get nothing, but watch 1 second of some shit you don't care about and its all youll get recommended, its a nightmare

And then Twitter is...... Twitter

I dont even know what's happening on tiktok, last i heard they were determining whether you were abusive or not based on eye tilt

Tumblr might be glitchy and broken, and a little pushy at times, but its 1000x more chill than anywhere else at the moment

Staff actually tells you things, i cannot stress enough how much communication we actually get with staff, other places staff consists of a bunch of cryptic people who dont wanna say anything to you ever and/or Elon Musk

If nothing else be deeply deeply grateful we do not have Elon Musk

Thats in and of itself is a true blessing

[luvhughes43]

all-american b!tch | hughes!sister

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summary: hughes!sister dealing with the success of her brothers, online hate, and her feelings of having to be strong all the time.

note: little bit of luca fantilli x reader

word count: 1.9k

and i am built like a mother and a total machine

i feel for your every little issue, i know just what you mean

and i make light of the darkness

i've got sun in my motherfuckin’ pocket, best believe

yeah, you know me

y/n hughes is the kindest girl you’d ever have the pleasure of meeting. as the youngest and only daughter of one of the most iconic hockey families, yn grew up in a turbulent world where she had learned to thrive. she plays the family sport, had to navigate through the hardships of being associated with her brothers, and she would be the first to tell you that her experiences had made her a better person. 

“okay trevor listen,” yn hughes or, as referred to by trevor, tiny tot, leaned in closer to the aforementioned boy. “it's quite simple… ghosting the girl will only make her trust you less. i know the podcasts have said that getting close to a girl then ghosting her will make them fall for you but seriously, that's such a bad idea” 

trevor nodded along to each word, pulling out his phone so he could draft a text to “the girl” in question. “okay so like… what should i say then?”

“hmm” yn loomed over the side of trevor's phone as she watched his fingers drift over the keys. once he had finished, he tilted his screen over to her so she could either approve or deny his message. 

there was a brief pause, “i can't tell if you're joking or not,” yn responds, causing jack to giggle as he paused to read the message over both yn and trevors shoulder. 

“I always wondered why you were better at meeting chicks at bars…” jack chuckles, “they never had to read one of your messages”

“its not that bad!” trevor whines loudly as he attempts to grab his phone back from you. 

you hold the phone away from him, swiftly raising your free hand to stop him from moving any closer towards the phone. “don't worry i can fix this,” you speak smoothly to which jack bursts into another round of giggles. 

“bro you cannot tell a girl that you-”

trevor clamped his hand over jacks mouth, effectively stopping him from reciting the awful text to the room full of their friends. “shush, the master is working” 

you rewriting trevors text was just one of the many things you did for the people you considered family. you would sit with luke for hours, letting him rant to you about his move to NJD back when he was still at michigan with you. you would have weekly recaps with your best friends and teammates about their lives, always making sure to help any of them out if needed. 

forgive and i forget

i know my age, and i act like it

got what you can’t resist

i’m a perfect all-american

despite the positives, you got an overwhelming amount of hate for just… existing. you could be the most perfect person, and people who didn't know you would still come after you online. 

you would never admit to anyone that the hate and harassment bothered you but… it always stung. in the beginning, when you first “came into the public's eye” when you started playing on the umichs womens hockey team you couldn’t avoid the hatred. people from school had started using you for your connections to all the boys you knew, and before you had the time to go private on socials (you’re now public again), you would spend hours reading through hate and manually deleting all the messages. 

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ynhughes86 welcome to the den🐺️🗣

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teammate1 GO BLUE🗣🗣

lhughes_06 #goblue

jackhughes andddd everybody screamed!!

jackhughes number lookin fresh

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_quinnhughes 〽️

trevorzegras tiny tot making moves🫡

ynhughes86 youve gotta let that go..

user03 the power of being a hughes💀💀

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user82 did daddy and mommy pay ur way in?

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user21 not surprised that shes playing for umich… lets be real no other team would take her. shes a hockey nepo baby fr

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user44 ??? have u even looked at her stats and plays? shes definitely good lol

user09 shes nowhere near her brothers levels lets be real

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user77 looks like she cares more about partying than she does about hockey... surprising.. not!😒🙄

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i am light as a feather, i’m fresh as the air

coca-cola bottles that i only use to curl my hair

i got class and integrity

just like a goddamn Kennedy, i swear

with love to spare

after a few months of going through hate comment deep dives, you promised yourself that you wouldn’t let them bother you anymore. In celebration, you made your instagram public again and paid absolutely no attention to any of the hateful people in your comments and dms. 

yhughes86 just posted !

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ynhughes86 just your average roadie🫡

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ynhughes86 special shoutout to trevorzegras for losing our bet! without u i wouldn’t have been able to do what i do🙏 aka spend money at the mall

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teammate5 we should never be let loose in the mall ever again

ynhughes86 we should never be allowed off the bus

lhughes_06 dub after dub

ynhughes86 oh u know it💯

luca.fantilli is this why you were teaching me about girl math? u were trying to justify your purchases?

ynhughes86 … no comment

user32 using trevors money… wow. so she's a gold digger too?

user91 u guys are so lame let a girl live

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ynhughes86 all the love at the banquet tonight

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teammate1 love uuu my forever girl

ynhughes86 love u more!! u looked so good tonight

luca.fantilli girl in the last pic is kinda cute idk

ynhughes86 kind of? 

luca.fantilli girl in the last pic is very cute im 100% sure of it

ynhughes86 the cute girl in the last pic thinks youre 100% cute too

lhughes_06 the guy in none of the pics thinks you guys are disgusting

user44 no style no game

user81 grow up loser

i’m a perfect all-american bitch

with perfect all-american lips

and perfect all-american hips

i know my place and this is it

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ynhughes86 perfect all-american or whatever olivia rodrigo said

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trevorzegras that's right no swearing for you tiny tot

ynhughes86 😐

user57 “or whatever olivia rodrigo said” yeah she hates women

user91 thats why she's so close to the guys but u didnt hear that from me!

user16 if u guys dont leave this girl alone…

teammate2 OHH BFF LOOKS SO HOT

teammate3 please marry me

luca.fantilli 🤤🤤

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lhughes_06 nope. 

i don't get angry when i’m pissed

i'm the eternal optimist

i scream inside to deal with it

whenever something bothers you, you keep it in. you hold all of your troubles and worries so deep within you that eventually, they float away and come back to haunt you when you least expect it. you thought that if you ignored all of your problems, that they would somehow fix themselves without any intervention from anyone else. 

it wasn’t always helpful. 

all the time

i’m grateful all the time

i’m sexy and i’m kind

i’m pretty when i cry

“they only ask me about my brothers, lu” your sniffles were quieted by the fabric of lucas sweater as you pressed yourself against his chest. you had played possibly the best game of your career, and the post interview questions were all about your brothers and family. questions wondering about their training and practices and how that had impacted you, how their game influenced yours. it made you feel like you were irrelevant in your own career. 

“i am so grateful for my family and how they’ve helped me grow as a player,” you responded politely to the interviewers' inquiries. it's not like you weren’t grateful. you knew that your family had a huge impact on your skills and you were glad that they were there to help you. but nobody ever wondered what your individual experiences were. all your training had to be a direct reflection of your brothers. your playing style, even unrelated, had to do with your brothers. your wins were a direct result of their greatness. nothing you would ever do or succeed in would be solely yours. 

“i love them,” you sob, “i really do! i just want people to see me” 

lucas' arms tightened around you as he started brushing your hair away from your face. “i know, baby” he whispered into your ear, holding you close as he waited for your breathing to calm down. 

“i just wanna be me!” you slumped against lucas front, who carefully pulled you over to your bed so you could sit down on top of him. 

you could hear the loud pop music blaring from the speakers downstairs, and you listened in silence to the people trudging up and down the stairs as they no doubt looked for a bathroom. 

“have you talked to your brothers about this?” lucas' soft voice cuts into the silence. 

you pull away from him slightly so you could look at him in the eyes. “no…” you admitted quietly. “they wouldn’t understand,” you leaned your head against lucas shoulder as you cuddled into him. 

he hummed quietly to you, a hand running down your back to help further soothe you. “i think you might feel better if you open up to them,” luca hedged. both of you knew that your previous statement was a lie. 

“i don't want them to think of me like that…” 

“like what?” luca questioned, his hand never leaving your back as you continued to prop yourself against him. 

you sighed. “i just… they always come to me. i don't want that to stop or for them to think that im weak” your words were quiet as you finally admitted your true feelings to your boyfriend. 

“they could never think you're weak,” luca murmurs reassuringly. “luke talks all the time about how he thinks you're adjusting to life here better than he did,” you look up at luca inquisitively. “and quinn, he is so proud of you! he talks so highly of you all the time… and jack, i mean come on. they all love and support you so much. they won’t stop asking for advice or talking to you because you're having some troubles” luca explains. “also, there’s nothing wrong with being weak. you should let yourself be open with your brothers just like they are with you. you deserve that”

“have i ever told you that i love you?” you tearfully smile at the boy who was always so good at listening to you.

luca smiles back, “not enough” he jokes as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. 

you brush a few strands of hair out of his face. “i'll call them tomorrow,” you add, reciprocating luca's kiss on the cheek. 

luca smiles, happy that you're no longer worked up and that you’ll finally tell your brothers your struggles. 

you spend the rest of the night hidden away from the raging party downstairs, wrapped up in your boyfriend's arms as you think about everything you try to hide. you didn’t have to be just one thing. you were allowed to be kind and to have complex emotions. you could be upset and angry without being a mean girl. perfect never existed, and you were glad that you were finally open to letting others see the cracks in your walls. 

lucas’ hair was soft as you ran your hands through his locks. “i love you,” luca mumbles. 

“i love you” you whisper to your boyfriend, placing a kiss on his shoulder as he shifts to lay his head on the middle of your chest. 

you easily fall asleep comforted by the fact that you were allowed to be flawed, and that no matter what, you’ll always have your people by your side.

[mintaikk]

Analyzing the Symbrock kiss bcuz I've lost all sense of shame

Thinkin about that scene in 2018 Venom where Venom saved Eddie in the Forest. Imma refer to Venom as she/it in this post because they're agender, I wanna show that more, and I think that they just take on the gender and pronouns of whatever gender their host is. But please note that appearance doesnt always equal gender, and im just reffering to this rn because i like agender Venomm. Anyways!

The way she snuck in using her tentacles to kill the guys one by one. Venom was literally so excited to save her dumbass human. Look at the way it tosses the guy like a ragdoll. Look at her stance. Look at the confidence. Look at the way she looks down at Eddie. Look at the way it licks its lips. The way she's grinning more than usual and says, "Hi, Eddie." Bro is LOVING this.

We all know Venom is actually a really sappy romantic. I KNOW bro was excited for this rescue romance and how happy she was that she got to be the "knight in shining armor."

AND IT WORKED.

Look at Eddie's face when he realized that Venom was coming to save him. Pure happiness. Pure excitement. Pure, "my boyfriend's back and you're gonna get in trouble." Pure, "lmao, yall are FUCKED"

NOT TO MENTION HIS OTHER REACTION

Sadly, I can't put the clip because of tumblers "one video per post" rule. But yall remeber his little, "woahhh," right? Pure awe? Also, the fact that he was clearly into it. He saw Venom eat a guy's head and immediately after is just like "😮👉👈."He was literally just-

And of course, the kiss that made dudebros do mental backflips to explain away.

Venom's still super excited. Look at how happy it is to pick Eddie up! Look at its tongue waving in the air! Also, another thing to note is that this is the first time Venom closes its eyes. In the first two movies, Venom never blinks or closes its eyes at all. But, the first time she closed her eyes was to express emotion when kissing Eddie.

This is as much as I'm going to in the gif show bcuz as much as I love the scene, I also kind of found it gross (I kept imagining the spit everywhere and it looked like Eddie was eating Anne when we saw her and the liquidy noises grossed me out) but still. Look at Venom's face.

I actually think this is the first and only time as of now that we saw Venom look so peaceful. Eddie is Venom's home, and it feels safe with him. It could've bonded with him any other way, but she chose to bond with Eddie by shoving her tongue down his throat because she wanted to. And also, probably to complete the, "we make out under the Moonlight after I rescue you," thing because again, Venom is a giant romantic sap.

Also, she literally wrapped her tentacles around him his neck and shoulders. While you could argue that it was just symbiosis through skin contact, like we've seen before in the movie, I still find it very sweet.

Oh, yeah, Eddie's reaction. Eddie had absolutely no idea that Anne was the host. Even when she appeared, his eyes were closed so he couldn't tell. All he knew was that his not alien bf that he thought was killing him came to his rescue, picked him up, and started French kissing him. And he just went, "yeah okay." Didn't even try to fight back. Didn't pull away from the kiss, in fact, even leaning into it, all while moaning.

Another thing: while the host can communicate with the symbiote, the Symbiote cannot conteol their own body, so all of this was Venom. Anne even admits later in the movie that the kiss was Venom's idea. And in a deleted scene, Anne says that the kiss was "mostly her," but Venom pipes up and yells, "Well actually it was mostly me!" While cut content shouldn't be considered canon, I find it funny that Venom wanted Eddie to know that the kiss was his idea. Yes, his ass is weirdly flirting with Eddie, lol. (He/him cuz at that point, his host was Eddie).

[duskwoodraven]

I feel moved to speak, sooner rather than later because I believe time is of the essence and this needs to be understood in order to keep Moonvale from crumbling to the ground completely.

This is not completely spoiler heavy, but it will discuss the game. I should note that unfortunately I have not finished the episode because I am struggling with the mini games in making progress. So I do not know how the episode ends, but I need to say this in order for me to rest.

I am very angry and disappointed with this game, and even more than that, I hold a great deal of second hand embarrassment for Everbyte.

One of the greatest reasons I respected these developers during Duskwood is that the game never felt like a cash grab like so many games do these days. The option to make a one time payment for complete access to Duskwood was fantastic, an option they should have carried to here and that is the biggest grievance I have.

There is no reason a game should cost hundreds of dollars to experience and enjoy. There is no reason for the prices of gems to be as expensive as they are. This is unacceptable Everbyte, and you should feel ashamed of it, you should know better.

The beauty of Duskwood and what set it apart was its feel of realism and the fact that every question had a reasonable answer. Your use of AI art has cheapened the look of your game, not enhanced it, not to mention it’s insulting to use generated art when there are many artists who are already losing jobs to AI, artists who would have been happy to work with you if given the chance. If the cost of commission is too high, then use of stock photos you had before was just fine, and I believe you should have kept it, I can’t look at Ash and Charlie’s profiles without it striking me as goofy.

Furthermore, the story does not make sense, we were able to read chats because Jake made it possible for us, now it just feels like the return of a gimmick with no explanation, the same with the mini games, in the past we did mini games to “hack” into Hannah’s cloud, now we do it “just because”. It’s lost its feeling of meaning, not to mention most private chats are behind the gem paywall, which we never had to deal with before!

The characters seem more plain to me, or maybe they are loveable but I’ll never know because again, paywall. I can’t read the premium options and get to know them deeper because of it. There are also no profiles like before, which is awful because we can’t look back on past video calls and links and we can’t see what these characters are all about, their personality is gone.

Even MC’s answer options seem blander, more vanilla, repetitive or one directional.

I say this truthfully from my soul, if this was the style of of game you dropped but for Duskwood instead, I never would have played it.

I would have never fallen in love with it.

I would have never made this blog and would never have waited years for every episode and a new game.

I would have never made art and countless theories.

I would have deleted the game immediately.

So I’m asking you, begging you, please change this for our sakes, and especially for yours.

Because despite all my gripes and anger, and everything I’ve said, I know you guys have actually worked hard on this game because the evidence is there, hidden beneath it all.

I love the actual real life people you have for Adam and Eric, I was so moved to help Adam when he started to cry. I want to know why he knows us and wants our help. I laughed when Eric told us he had tripped, and I do want to get to know him. I even wished to lovingly twist Charlie’s neck! That is the game I remember loving, its writing and characters, I can see the potential here.

But you need to change something, otherwise I cannot support this game, I cannot force myself to play it. I will drop Moonvale.

Give the players a one time payment option for 100% complete access to the game, access to all premium options. That’s the least I feel anyone could ask of you and is biggest reason you are getting this backlash.

To my fellow players, if you agree with any of what I said then I ask you not to pay for anything until Everbyte changes to make their game more affordable. Don’t be quiet and please voice your opinions everywhere they can see it. That’s the only way something could change.

I am so sorry this is what we got… you all deserve better.

[lovelywritinglady]

Rarities

Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!Albino!reader

Douma has been keeping you away from Muzan. He soon finds out and requests an both of you into the mansion. Because what demon wouldn’t be intrigued by a human that is sensitive to the sun. Angst, fluff. Reader is albino and therefore has the characteristics of albanism. Muzan is most likely out of character. This was a requested fic, however the original post kept deleting itself so I needed to scrap it and make a new one. Thanks to @cursetopia for requesting this it was interesting to write.

Your Pov

The room as cold and darkly lit as the only light was from a single candle on the far side of the room. Not that I minded absence of light as the sun was nearly umberable. I sat on my bed that master Douma provided me after "good behavior" or whatever that means. I can't leave or he'll kill me and my family and I can't risk that. How I long to see them, despite my apprearence they never hated me like the other villagers did. All they ever did was show me love. I curse the day that I was born. I stuck out everywhere, so its really no surprise that I was captured. In truth I hated myself and I despiretly wished I was normal because at least I'd have the chance at a regular life instead of being held captive by a demon.

The candle suddenly went out as I felt the room get even colder than before and I knew that he was here. His breath tickled the back of my skin and despite him randomly coming into my room, I forgot how to breathe.

"Ah you still get nervous when I see you, such a cute pet." He cooed that caused me to shudder internally. "You get to out today. My master wants to meet you." Douma spoke with annoyance

"Why?" I asked quietly

"You should know this by now, we demons are quite fond of humans that cannot be in the sun. Its almost like you're a demon yourself. Plus, your complextion is quite rare indeed. You're like a precious artifact." He cooed picking me up bridal style. I then suddenly found myself in a very large well lit room that seemed to go every which way. I was in awe as master Douma had never taken me to this place before.

"So this is the rare human that you have been keeping from me Douma?" A voice boomed overhead. I quickly shot my head up to see who this voice belonged to only to be met with gleaming pink-red eyes, that were somewhat similar to mine.

"Yes, my Lord Muzan this is her. Isn't she just ravishing, such a rare gem ought to be owned only by demons, don't you think?" My master cooed taking a strand of my snowy hair between his fingers. "She is my favorite pet." My master boasted.

"Tell me girl, how does the sun feel to you?" He questioned

"My Lord, the sun has always hurt my skin and I find it harder to see during the day." I spoke honestly and as respectfully as I could in a situation as nerve racking as this one. He nodded quietly and looked as though he was pondering something.

"She will come with me." Lord Muzan ordered suddenly.

"My Lord I have been taking care of this human for many years now, so she belongs to me." Master Douma spat. Muzan, without warning, then sent my masters head flying and I gasped at his speed and strength.

"Consider this payment for being an utter failure to me. I should kill you, but one of the upper moons was just killed recently, so I will be sparing you just this once." Lord Muzan demanded. Just as quick as it was gone, master Douma's head was now replace with a new one.

"Yes, My Lord." Douma bowed in defeat. He looked in my eyes and for the first time I noticed utter fear and hatred laced in them. I that look was not for me, but for the man that he called 'Lord.'

"Come girl." He ordered tunring from me and walking who-knows-where. I said nothing and followed knowing full well that if I did not, I might end up like master Douma, only I could not grow another head.

The sound of strumming vibrated the room and I felt the ground beneath me shift from up under my feet. As quick as a breath, I found myself standing in a semi well lit room that smelled like lavender and cherry blossoms. It was a rather large room with four doors, a large bed, bookcases filled with books, and decorated in many different fresh flowers. The room master Douma provided me was small and cold and most nights I had to bundle myself up just to feel an ounce of warmth. However, this room was engulfed with warmth, but not too much that the heat was overpowering. I looked upon the room freely until once more Lord Muzan was right in front of me and I found myself looking into similar colored eyes once more.

"This is where you will be staying from now on. If you should need anything on of the maids will see to it. If they can't, then your needs will be met by me. The room is connected to a house that you are free to wonder in. However, if you wish to go outside you must tell one of the maid that you are doing so. I will allow you to also see your family three times a year to keep you happy. They will also be kept safe as well." Lord Muzan spoke calmly

"Thank you, My Lord!" I nearly exclaimed at the thought of seeing my family again. "Forgive the question, but why have you gone to so much trouble?" I asked cringing at the fact that I even asked him this.

"I am not overly fond of anyone questioning me, but considering your situation I will allow it just once. Do you understand?" He quickly spat and I nodded my head showing my understanding as my words failed me. "You are here because you are a human worthy of life. Your unnatural hair is similar to that of a demons. As is your skin that is pale and lifeless yet beautiful. And your eyes that share a similar shade to mine, make you worthy of life and my protection. You, girl, are the very definition of a rarity and something that must be protected from humans and demons alike." Lord Muzan procalaimed stepping closer to me with a look in his eyes that I couldn't understand. I could feel his breath hit my face and I felt small as he towered over me. I was shocked to say the least as no one has ever truly told me I was worthy of life, not even master Douma. I slightly winced at the realization that other humans were trash to him, but I can't argue with him or else I would most likely suffer. "I must go now, there are things that I must attend to." Muzan spoke and just as quick as I met him, he was gone.

I let go a shaky breath that I was holding and walked over to the bed. Throwing myself on it I sighed in contentment to how soft it was. The room was comfortable to say the least, but now my situation was worse than before. I was being held hostage by Lord Muzan himself, but my tiredness washed away the feeling of panic. As did my relization that I would indeed be taken care of, but for how long. My eyes grew heavy and soon enough I closed my eyes and drifted off into the best sleep that I had gotten in years with thoughts of the man with similar eyes to mine.

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-L.W.L

[hurthermore]

Haaiii i wanted to come here to express how much i love A Misconduct of Love, bbygrl had me reading until 2am when i had work at 10 today 😭😭😭 i work at a library and im pretty much in the computer lab the entire day (which is exactly where i want to be because i have sweet F-A to do in here, so you're fic has taken me🩷🩷🩷) literally sitting at my little desk, kicking my feet and twirling my hair reading Alastor fawn over Reader even if his intentions are slightly ill-intended AKSHSODJWI only slightly, but I support Alastor's wrongs 🩷🩷🩷 i dont know if you listen to Will Wood at all, but I was listening to his song Vampire Reference in A Minor Key, all the while conducting my own little delusion of your Alastor having this push-pull relationship with Reader. Where its already established how crazy they are for each other, but Reader has yet to leave her vile husband (its the roaring 20's, so it's not like she's really in a place to divorce him anyway, unforch, but that does make their affair all the more enticing) (also im totally and entirely disregarding NY in this scenario btw, lemme be delusional xoxo) and I can see Reader like. Drugging her husband every night to make him drowsy and crash before he can force her into anything. Then she sneaks off into the night where she finds herself at Alastor's doorstep, and he welcomes her with open arms. Being the gentleman he is, he'll encourage her to share her feelings, how her day has been, what that disgusting husband of hers has been up to and more importantly, did he hurt her today? Is she okay? If shes harmed, he'll do his best to take care of her, console her before leading her into a soft and slow, passionate kiss. One that Reader's been desperately craving and she reaches out to hold his face. He's pulling her in and leaning her back into the couch until he's hovering over her. They're groping each other and Reader, desperate to be loved in a way thats meaningful, reaches for Alastor's collar first. Her fingers are clumsy but determined as shes releasing the buttons on his waistcoat. This certainly isnt the first time this has happened, but Alastor remains pleasantly surprised everytime she initiates first, but that doesnt mean he'll giving her the satisfaction of pleasuring him first. No matter what, its always his utmost duty to treat her until shes had her fill - until shes begging for him to finally be inside her, and god knows he could never deny her. With Alastor, she wants it all. She wants his everything and anything he is willing to provide her. Dare she say, she wouldnt even mind if she ended up pregnant with Alastor's child (i have a breeding kink IRL, and I strongly believe, after falling into bed with Alastor so many times, she'd develop her own breeding kink with him as well) 🩷 they'd become addicted to each other, and it'd be even sexier if she did end up pregnant by Alastor, falsely allowing her husband to believe its his child until both Reader and Alastor reel up and incenerate his ass together 🩷 (burn his ass alive in that horrible, awful house shes been forced to live in for the last year. And listen tearfully as Alastor begs her, genuinely and tearfully begs her to come live with him. Be his wife and let him love her the way she deserves to be loved. And they can be happy together, they can build a beautiful life together with their little one. He genuinely cannot live another day without her, and she feels the same🩷)

.....sorry for writing essentially my own fanfic of *your* fanfic in your inbox, you can delete this if you want!! You have me romanticising at my job today, trust that I will be thinking about Alastor and Reader for the rest of my afternoon xoxoxo ilu 🩷✨️

AHHH TYSM FOR ENJOYING MISCONDUCT!! I also LOVE this so much, unfortunately it’s not where I plan to take misconduct sorry.

But don’t apologise for writing this! I loved it and I kinda wished more people would write things like this for misconduct it makes me so happy sksks

Ty for taking your time to not only read misconduct but write all of this! I’m working hard to try to finish the next chapter!! 👉👈

[desultory-novice]

...UH OH...

Just kidding as this is all very good stuff, Mechalor Anon! Can't draw it, because it's a lot, but I will drop some corresponding text/lore on you, based specifically on your "The HWC misguidedly brings Zero Three back in Planet Robobot" concept (with a touch of the sword/brush thing) because it did latch onto my brain!!

(This is the LAST major event I do in this doomed timeline though)(1)

[Planet Robobot] [Apologies AU "Snowflakes" Timeline] [Secret Boss Fight - "NULL v0.3"]

:Kirby enters the room: :There is no one there: :Suddenly, the whole building shakes: :A horrific scream, overlayed atop itself, is heard:

:A door opens and Susie rushes out: :It shuts behind her, then shakes with a thud: :Eyes downcast, she murmurs to herself:

Susie: "...What is that machine thinking...? Why would the Mother Computer...ask for something that awful to be...?"

:She finally sees Kirby is here and puts her business face back on:

Susie: "Ahem! You're back! And you've found our secret lab."

Susie: "Clearly, you don't appreciate the miraculous wonders of science and technology as much as some of us..."

:The door bangs again, interrupting her: :There is another piercing dual scream:  :Susie flinches at the sound and begins shaking:

Susie: "...I can't do this anymore." 

Susie: "Listen, think what you like about us being here, but I just need a little more time. I can't let anyone interrupt this!"

Susie: "My original plan was to distract you with our latest in wide-area suppression, fresh off the assembly line but..."

Susie: "...I can't go back in there... We excavated this dreadful THING out of your planet, so YOU handle it...!"

:The door behind her opens as she flees the scene: :Slowly, white sludge begins to spill out from the open door: :It rises into a burbling bubble with a single slit of a closed eye:

:The bubble then cracks right down the middle where the eye sits: :The split orb unfolds into two limp halves each with a smaller, half-lidded eye: :Inside each of the sphere halves one melted-looking half of two figures, a boy and a girl: :Each vaguely familiar figure has a single wing (one dark, one light) made of grasping fingers:

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[BOSS: NULL v0.3] - Pause Screen

Of all the biological data the Haltmann Works Company unearthed from this planet, the Mother Computer seemed especially interested in this. However, it found it could not fully analyze it to its satisfaction due to the "unknown bond" sustaining the creature's core. It would ultimately deem the project a failure.

[IE: Star Dream is trying to understand Zero for its own purposes but cannot and could never understand the deep "love" that ultimately brought about Zero Three; just like it could not understand Haltmann's love and would delete it]

[BOSS: NULL v0.3 EX] - Pause Screen

Though Susie always tried to follow the mother computer's directives faithfully, she deeply questioned this particular project. When the directive came to "use" the creature in spite of the unhappy children's souls inside, it strengthened her conviction that Star Dream had to be separated from her father.

[In EX form, the sibling-goo is dark matter black instead of snowflake white; Noir's wing is blood red instead of corruption purple; their eyes remain the same]

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NULL v0.3 plays out as a very unusual boss fight. It is somewhat timed, because v0.3 will damage itself with its "attacks," thrashing about. And if you leave it alone for long enough, it will kill itself. Or you can defeat it with regular copy abilities. Both of these lead to the "normal" boss fight ending, where v0.3 rips itself apart, both sides screaming as the white bodies melt away into nothing. 

However, like in Super Star, this boss will provide you with special, unique battle-limited Copy Abilities if you inhale the right attacks from it: "Dark Sword" and "Light Painter."

Attacking the "swordsman" side of v0.3 with the Dark Sword ability will make it attack you more aggressively. However, if you try to turn Dark Sword ability on the "painter" side, you will be met with a vicious, un-blockable counterattack from the swordsman side that will knock the ability out of you and cause it to swap sides again.

If you try to use Light Painter on the swordsman side, it will cower away in the background, ...guiltily... keeping its distance, however you can lure the painter side closer to you and reduce its aggression levels again by attacking the painter side with Light Painter.

If you succeed in the task of defeating v0.3 with proper use of the two copy abilities, you are rewarded with a different end fight cutscene, where the white body coalesces into a giant sphere once more before melting away, revealing Adeleine and Noir, looking as they did before, who then dissipate peacefully into sparkles...

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...Man I want to make video games so bad...

AHEM! Here's Mechalor Anon's uncropped asks that inspired this!

Thanks for the appreciation and glad you liked what I did with Zero Three! Sorry I couldn't include Bandee in this more. I really did dig the idea of him using the paintbrush like a spear though!

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PS: NO MORE HURTING THEM, OKAY? ^^ ; < message to myself

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(1) I say this again to myself because after the "good" ending, someone out there is going to suggest, "Well, if they were purified they could come back in Star Allies! Maybe each of them sporting white hair! They could be a swap character, like the Mage Sisters. It would make King Dedede happy..." which... okay, sure, maybe yes!

Bu~t I have a huge backlog of stuff INCLUDING other Apologies stuff to do so I'm still declaring Snowflakes to be a "failed Noir" timeline!

[ach-sss-no]

SH liveblog ch 3

First chapter & explanation | Previous chapter

Boromir 🏯💪💍😲

I remembered I still have the outline I used for this fic on my PC! (I used yWriter if you were wondering- it's a free and somewhat stripped-down Scrivener-alike.) From now on when making these posts I'm going through and writing commentary on the chapter first, and then going back, looking at the outline, and adding anything from it that's of interest. Such as maybe the scene titles for each chapter. This one is just:

My yWriter project file also includes deleted scenes! Here are two fragments that appear to possibly go along with chapter 1, or maybe they were just cut at random and plopped at the beginning of my fragment pile, I don't know. I'm posting them here because I missed them in the other posts and because there's nothing deleted from Chapter 3 to put here instead.

Here is the reward I would suggest for you, Sméagol, and I suspect that others beside myself have already thought of it and had it in mind for you, because you have been given the means to achieve it when that ought not to have been possible. Once your body has recovered, if it can be seen that your mind has recovered as well, as far as it can be, and you are no longer a danger, you should be turned loose to go where you will, without the burden of searching and hiding and sneaking. Without such burdens wandering can be rather pleasant, but I suppose you will find a home for yourself eventually, and I suspect it will be by the Anduin, for you still love pools and streams and in your heart you long for the River. If you turn up elsewhere… you will be noticed. Of course you would be welcome to stay here if you wish but I suspect that a city of Men is not your first choice for a home. If it is decided that you cannot be trusted to have liberty, you will be placed somewhere you can be guarded, and you will have comfort, but not freedom. In either case you will not be punished for your past crimes, for you have been punished already. Does that suit you?" "It will be a different River," Gollum lamented. Gandalf looked at him from under his bushy brows. "It takes longer to change a river than it does to change a hobbit. It will look more like its old self than you do, and it will still be there when you are finally gone. It has outlived the Ring already."

I don't remember at what point I cut this, or why. I think it was early on and I just cut it for flow. But it's a good thing I did, because, spoilers, Gollum DOES choose to stay in Minas Tirith and this bit would have been a distracting red herring.

"Farewell," said Frodo. A dreamy horror came into his eyes as the big Man left, and Sam went and sat close beside him. "No one will ever be fond of him, Sam," he said. "He must know it. He must know he will never be loved. He will never have anything better than pity." "He ought to be grateful for pity, I'd say," said Sam. "It's better than he deserves." For a selfish moment he wished he had let Gollum fall into the volcano, but he knew he had done the right thing- how much worse would kind Mr. Frodo feel if the old sneak had destroyed himself? Even if Frodo might also secretly wish to be rid of him, surely he would not wish to be rid of him that way. "Besides, that Big Person was putting himself out an awful lot for Sméagol, I don't think he could rightly tell that he's not fond of him." "He knows," Frodo murmured.

I don't know where this would have fit in, but I never used Sam's POV in the finished version so it's obvious why it's not in!

And now, for the third chapter for real this time!

I haven't generally been reading the author's notes but this one caught my eye:

Notes:

Eardwulf is an Old English name I grabbed from the Internet. I am fully open to suggestions if anyone has more appropriate names in mind. He's supposed to be vaguely related to people from Rohan because he's good with animals and such, and Rohan has the Old English-ish names... also... Old English names can be easily picked from lists on the Internet...

Yeah this is the chapter where the OC came to life and grabbed me by the throat it was great

The name of the chapter is 'a small thing'- I usually don't like my chapter names. They're kind of random, but this one was more intentional, this one is an allusion to Boromir calling both Gollum and the Ring a 'small thing' in the books.

Chapter starts with Gollum discovering that he's been ignoring the personhood of everyone around him but they aint ignoring him. He's listening to people talk outside his sickroom and has discovered that they're complaining about him.

Gollum was prone to bite and struggle if he was startled, and if he could not bite he complained, and he soon discovered that he was not well liked by all of those who tended him. Which he had expected to be the case all along, of course, but hearing it aloud was a bit different from merely expecting it. [...] The next time he bit, he burst into tears after as if he had been the one injured. "I can't help it," he shrieked, near hysterics, "I can't help it, your hand was in my face, and it moved like a mouse, it did, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." [...] the Men had given up on him not biting, which troubled Gollum a great deal, though he could not have explained why. It was in fact true that he had not intended to bite, and yet he had- and that troubled him too.

Gollum is forming a desire to be more personable only to discover that he has less control over his behavior than he realized. Interesting. He tries not eavesdropping but then a loud man turns up:

"I have been told that Sméagol is housed on this floor." The voice sounded faintly familiar, but he could not put a name or face to it. He knew that the speaker must be large and tall, from the deepness of the voice and the heaviness of his footfalls, although it sounded as if he was also favoring one leg, and there was the clunk of a cane.

This is Boromir. He took an arrow to the knee. And he's faintly familiar because Gollum has stalked him before (when following the Fellowship out of Moria).

It was the voice of a woman who sometimes brought him food, now that he could eat unassisted and no longer needed to be handled by strong Men with thick gloves in order to be fed.

I don't know whether this comes across, but the development of a regular food-delivery person who is not a judo expert or big buff guy entering Gollum's room (alone) is meant to signal that Gollum's been judged by someone in authority to be safe enough that normal people can interact with him and not be murdered.

"If you wish to speak to him, I would humbly suggest that you return an hour after dusk, when he has woken and had a meal. At such times he becomes almost docile.""

but he's still a bit of a pain

"I wish to see him," said the Man's voice. "But I am not certain I wish to speak with him. Perhaps a look will be enough. Will it wake him to open the door? I don't wish to disturb him." Gollum pulled the covers over his head so that he could not be seen.

Gollum assumes he's probably in trouble so he's hiding. Boromir comes in and remarks on how tiny he is.

"It is one thing to be bested in willpower by the likes of Sam and Frodo, but this!" There was something approaching awe in his voice, mixed with a note of despair.

Boromir has complicated reasons for wanting to see Gollum that have little to do with who Gollum is as a person. I think they're all left to be inferred and never outright stated.

He asks to schedule a conversation later (as Gollum has successfully pretended to be asleep)

The woman Boromir was talking to comes back later to feed Gollum. (She is later named, by the way, because she kept coming back and being a character. I was wrong! I thought Eardwulf from the author's note was the first Hello I Am a Guy in this story, but Galil slipped in ahead of him. She stealthed right past me even now.)

I'm quoting the whole conversation because I'm intrigued by it:

"All gone," he said meekly. "A nice morssel, that, precious! [She gave him chicken, which I'm no longer sure is the 'right' food for what's available in the setting but it's too late to change it now.] And they have even taken out the little boneses that break and splinter. So kind to a wretched old creature." [...] The woman stood up and took the tray in her hands. "The Lord Boromir wishes to speak to you later on," she said, rather stiffly. [...] "You will be taken for a bath shortly, and then you shall be given proper dress." [...] "You look weary," she said. [Gollum hasn't been able to sleep since overhearing Boromir's conversation] "Not very weary," he said. The woman still stood there, looking quite torn, and then she said: "I beg thee, speak fair words to Lord Boromir, a man who has suffered much." "Yes, yes!" Gollum had no idea who this Man was or what he might want to say to him, but he was at the mercy of these- what had the nice hobbit called them the other day? Big People? That suited very well. It was just easiest to agree with whatever they said. The woman finally left.

It sounds as if Galil takes some pity on Gollum and interest in his condition because she notices that he's tired, but she seems to find him unpleasant as well and is afraid he will be cruel to Boromir, who she holds in high regard.

Gollum is polite but he's not sounding very sincere.

Cut to some time later, we are going to talk to Boromir, and here's Eardwulf:

"Your strength returns, otter-halfling," said the Man carrying him. "What?" Gollum snapped. "What did you calls me?"

I don't know if the connection is explicitly pointed out, but later, in one of the backstory flashbacks, we are going to see that Sméagol's grandmother called him her otter-lad. I don't know if he consciously remembers that but he seems to resent this near-stranger being so familiar with him.

"You cling," said the Man. "Like a tree-frog." "Yes, yes, Sméagol clings, precious," Gollum said, "like- what- frogses?" [...] "You cling with strength. I shall not drop you." "No, no, he will not drop us," said Gollum, and did not relax his grip, nor did he realize the implication was that he ought to. [...] The Man held him a little tighter, and shifted one hand to better support Gollum's back, which made his perch feel more secure. He relaxed his grip a tiny bit without realizing it.

Boromir's shocked to see Gollum carried in. I think my intention here was that Boromir has been sort of kept in the dark about Gollum and his condition because Aragorn thinks his preoccupation with Gollum is not healthy and didn't want him to visit. So Boromir is surprised that Gollum is considered invalid enough to carry around and a little horrified at the thought that maybe he's not up for this and no one was willing to tell Boromir no, but Eardwulf puts him at ease.

"You're trembling!" Boromir exclaimed. "I mean no harm to you. But how can I expect you to trust me? Your limbs are as splinters next to mine. I am told you have had little cause to rejoice in your past encounters with my kind and that you barely understand what you have done or why our treatment of you has changed." He ran a huge hand over his face. A wild light of wonder was in his eyes. "Small in body but great in mischief, I called you; great in willpower, I should say."

Boromir is completely redoing all of his expectations of what Gollum would be like on the fly as this conversation is happening (starting with noticing how scared Gollum is.) I think if Boromir survived LOTR he would have trauma around scaring hobbits. He's real anxious to reassure the murderhobo.

oh and I see I referenced the canon line this chapter was named after. in case you missed it. in case I was too subtle by quoting it directly and putting it in the chapter title

Eardwulf did not at once set him down. "My lord," he said, "Sméagol has some trouble of the glands, by which I mean he sweats profusely, or exudes something which is like sweat, and is prone to leave damp patches whenever he is allowed to rest on furniture."

I forgot about the thing where I decided Gollum would make all furniture icky due to seepage. I. I can't defend it. I just think it's funny.

"It is a clean damp patch," said Gollum, raising his head. "We have just had a bath."

This is sort of inspired- if not outright cribbed- from a description of selkie children in Island of the Aunts by Eva Ibbotson.

Eardwulf stood up straight, stoic in face. "Ought I to stay or go, my lord?" "I was not planning to discuss anything secret," said Boromir. "What say you, Sméagol?"

Boromir has probably taken the cue that Gollum does better with a handler but might be offended if the issue is pushed too hard.

Gollum looked pleadingly at Eardwulf. He could not make up his mind to ask him to stay, but he did not want to tell him to leave either. "He may do what he likes," he faltered.

Here's, I think, the first time in the fic that Gollum draws comfort from someone's presence and is made to become aware that that's what he's doing (I don't count his frantic obsession with Frodo because it's based more on Gollum's neurosis than on an authentic relationship with Frodo).

Knowing what I have come to learn about Eardwulf he is a crazy man Sméagol's pleading look probably turns his heart to mush.

Sam probably lied, Gollum thought, he does not like us.

This is becoming a recurring theme, that every time someone mentions knowing Gollum by reputation he jumps to 'Someone was spreading rumors that I'm the worst person alive'. I don't think I intentionally set up an arc here, it just sort of came together, but it DOES have a payoff later! I need to remember to point that out when I see it.

"Not a vampire, eh?" "No. Perhaps you are a very short waterfay."

This was the closest thing I could find to a mermaid in Tolkien canon (according to the wiki) (I am no Tom Shippey.) Yeah we have legit vampires that are called vampires but I guess we don't have mermaids

Gollum studied his face. Eardwulf did not look as if he was joking, but then, he never did.

Gollum has a weird relationship with humor in this fic. Part of the reason why he gets along with Eardwulf and Boromir is because they either tell very dry jokes or no jokes at all. Boromir is completely respectful throughout this conversation and makes not a single wry comment.

The conversation continues. Boromir is on a fishing expedition with someone who's reluctant to talk about himself (and Gollum is in this moment coming off as honestly shy). Boromir eventually hits on the subject of Gollum's relationship with orcs. This draws him out, so Boromir pursues it.

"I have long been a military man," said Boromir, "and I have fought orcs almost since I could hold a sword. It must take great cunning for one such as you to evade them for so long, even with the item you held. You must know their ways well."

This is meant to be a touch of subtle flattery intended really only to keep Gollum talking that then turns to a genuine respect for how much he knows when he does keep talking.

"Taken apart lotses of them," Gollum said without thinking, "gollum! Nice orcses," for second breakfast had been delayed far longer than he would have chosen at this point. To him it seemed as if a thick silence fell, waiting to be shattered like glass. (It may have in fact been true that both of the Men knew full well what the diet had been of this thing that had slashing fangs and would only eat raw meat, and it was something quite apart from their calm faces that made Gollum suddenly feel defiled and judged.)

Gollum's self-awareness must be improving because in the last chapter Bilbo said something confrontational about eating babies and Gollum's only response was 'lol wut'

The conversation wraps up (Boromir points out that Gollum is probably hungry. Gollum can probably be expected to be hungry at nearly any point in time so it's possible Boromir was just done talking and being tactful)

If Boromir noticed that Gollum seemed a little more relaxed- his eyes not bulging quite so much as before and the frantic sobbing sounds in his throat less frequent- it is likely that he guessed nothing of these thoughts, and only thought that Gollum had begun to get used to him. This was perhaps also true.

Gollum feels more at ease now because he still hasn't grasped that he's being doctored and fed out of kindness that requires nothing in exchange, he has been wondering when he'll need to pay up, and now he's thinking the Men want information which he has and will readily give. I think I should have established a little more that Gollum is still expecting to be required to repay Aragorn for his room and board, it seems to be 'dropped' at times.

Gollum turned and crawled onto Eardwulf's knees. Eardwulf had been quite silent throughout all of this. Now he took the hint at once and gathered Gollum into his arms, standing up.

He's even gotten more comfortable being carried around now than he was at the beginning of the chapter.

They proceeded down the hall, and as Eardwulf stepped onto the stairs he said: "Was all of that true? About the orcs?" "Yes. We do not lie anymore now," Gollum said, with a touch of coolness. "Sméagol is good as water now, he is. Honest Sméagol." He might lie a little if he had to. If he had to. He did not recall ever having lied to Eardwulf, however, and he resented the implication that he had.

Gollum canonically goes nuclear when he tells the truth for once and someone doesn't believe him.

[ihatemisinformstion]

I hate TikTok so much you have no idea how much I hate it they hear one little thing out of context and then they suddenly say it’s canon hurting like half of there own community because they hate queer black people for some god awful reason I don’t even know about the micro aggressions or the fact that people think HOBIE x miles is a proship I will say this once and I will say this again I will LIGIT clear everything on hobie having a canon age because he does not. And I’m tired of people on TikTok and anywhere else saying the same thing and I might change this into my second acc just for flowerpunk and I’ll actually put my name but I’m not gonna cause I don’t wanna have this turn into a big thing if they do confirm he’s over 18 but anyways I’m going to give all my points cause I think people see something and they automatically think it’s true

To the people saying he's 19/20 that was a director talking about his concept design and could be more based on the comics it's safe to assume that Sense another director said it's up for interpretation and Gwen said he's about her and miles age then he's most likely a teen below 18 and was aged Down for the movie and it's kinda obvious because he hangs around the teen squad don't litsen to the misinformation everyone is sayin as well as the clip that people are talking about is completely out of context and so I need you to all stop it!! I’m not even an adult and I despise pro shipping it’s one of the things that triggers me into things it’s weird and it’s weird your putting a silly ship into this horrible topic so many think it’s ok to put in because the age is unconfirmed half of you people just don’t like queer black people and I am one so for the love of god stop calling people proshippers when they view hobie as a kid!!!

Phil Lord who's also a director said it's up to interpretation/headcanon plus even likened him to Sex pistols who started off young. Alsp like I said the whole Gwen and Hobie implied/jokes about being together thing would be weird as f https://twitter.com/sillyabtspiders/status/1666405777009958913?t=ct4kf0PoYIeUHwsP3tsHDQ&s=19

Of course there’s the other video but again that is concept hobie and prowler hobie not even the hobie we See as well as HOBIE is Most likely aged down and based off teen hobie stop bringing it up because it doesn’t matter!!! I’m literally so upset with being called a proshipper and such and it’s actually really stupid that I have to fight on this because everyone other ship is fine except when there both black and queer it’s weird to how much people care and I’m so tired I’m so very tired of it. I literally cannot take it anymore it’s weird you people are just as weird I’m just so upset right now and by the way I’m writing you probably have already seen me post a bit on my main but it’s embarrassing how you all cling to one thing

I feel great comfurt in this ship I do with a lot of dynamics and I don’t even ship punkflower hard I just think it’s cute but the way you people look at soemthing and think “wow proshipper” is insane because eTHATS NOT WHAT IT IS IM SORRY ITS NOT IT MAKES ME SO FRUSTRATED and I can’t tell if it’s cause I’m getting hyper fixated on this or what but I hate when this happens because wir causes so many people stress for no reason but your stupidity

Unless every single director comes out and says that HOBIE is older than 18 and not with Gwen and miles I will delete this and actually admit to it ok I’m not unreasonable I’m angry but that wouldn’t make sense because why would they tease romantic relationship as well as having hobie be with the minor coded charachters all the time

IM SO SORRY IF YOUR STRESSED BY THIS BECAUSE IM THE SAME I JUST FEEL LIKE WE WILL NEVER WIN and it’s so AKWARD I seriously hope that this whole situation gets cleared up and people will be able to ship and have there family dynamics and I’m sorry for anyone who doesn’t wanna see discourse just wanted to finally clear everything up because I know it stresses me out so I can’t imagine how other people feel

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hellooooo oml i am like drinking so i might ot be the most sensical rn but hello. helloo

i commissioned you ocne and idk how many comms you get so this might be sooo obvious who i am but !!!! your art is so lovely. its so beautifl. i look at it and i see a painting. i see a visison. i look at the piece you made for me and feel like i robbed you with the costs for how it has shifted and tken a new place in my heart. i look at it so fondly bc how can you make something so beautiful ??? oml the skill and dedication you have put into honing your craft astounds me. it takes my breath away. sometimes i feel jealous for not knowing you bc i wish i could peel back your skin and peer into your brain and learn what churns in your head and how you generate your ideas and just. how much effort goes into making such beautiful things

oml and your writing HHAH. i went into the new lycorris radiata fic prologue recently (i can[t believe you deleted the original chap one i lovoveeed that thing king) (it took me like five attempts to speel king right) and i love the changes. i was writing a review in my notes app about it and i was painstaking lygoing through it all and i think i was liikkek??? 600 words in /?? and my phone had the audacity to nottt translates my notes over when i changed phones as if i haven't been working on my review for a week. fml.

but it is so beaitufl. you write like a fairytale. this issooo embarrassig and i'm gonna wake up tomorrow so embarrassed for sending this and feeling so parascial lmao but your art is truly beautiful. its like a microcosm of everything that makes you you even if i dont know you adn tyu build this tneous connection between the reader and the author and the stry and it leaves me in awe. you wrrite like a fairytale. the description is beautiful the characterisation is awe-inspiring and it creates a little place in my ribs where i think back on it and go wow. ths is the kind of story i will think back on for years to come.

SORRY I AM thteee sappiest drunk everr. we've arely talked this is sooo embarrassing but idk. yiour arrt is so gorgeous and i hope you know that. hope you wake up ever morning and you know you've put something so beautifyl out into the world and there is something who dearly anticipates every next word and who thinks your art is beautiful and your writing has changed somethingi nme. i love avra. i love vyla.d i love every word i've read and i wish i could share that oherently in my original review that i lsot but alas.

i'm so sorry LMAMO this will probably bee sooo weird for you to recieve frma strangero ntumbulr. i so need to sober up but its just so breathtaking. your brain is breath taking. i cannot wait for the day you next update or share art or do anything creative bc your wriitng is beautiful your art is beautiful and i smm sooso grateful you shared it with the world. is so beautiful i cannot help but believe you yourslef must be beautiful bc who else could create the kind of art you do

ok im done now im not reading thiisi ober nd i have no idea how long it actually is LMAOA i wish you the best strangerr. you are the kind of person someone would yearn to know (sorry i probs sound sooo parasocial haaha0 and i hope you are soo well

I’m screaming and crying and throwing up and I’m tearing off my clothes so I can run into the woods and howl at the moon and turn into a canine beast

This is

Everything to me, drunk anon, you are everything to me. I will one day get a printer so I can print this ask out, and I will post a YouTube video of me eating the entire thing, with no cuts, and no audio. Full on mukbang. Because I need this to be a part of my soul. And people will argue that consuming something does not integrate it into you forever but I would rather this be a part of me for only a short while than never at all

This has me feral and insane, you’re so sweet about me and you write in such a poetic prose I need you to write some kind of fiction now.

For this alone I will draw you a thousand pieces of art, using my own blood sweat and tears as my materials if I must. You are everything, Anon.

I wish that review still existed simply so I could read more of your words because if this is you drunk then I cannot imagine how you talk sober.

[fellomenking]

Hello! I'm not active in the Elden Ring fandom much anymore, but I was recently revisiting the Rats of NIMH books and there is a scene that greatly reminds me of Morgott. I have been thinking about it for the last week and I wanted to share it with you. If this is too long, feel free to delete. The protagonist, the mouse Mrs. Frisby, has come to the owl for advice on how to save her sickly son before Moving Day when her family's home will be destroyed. Towards the end of the conversation, the owl says this: "...I hope your son's life can be saved. You see, I can understand your particular need, for I face a similar problem." Confused, Mrs. Frisby says, "You? But you have no Moving Day." The owl tells her this, before he must leave to go hunting for the night: "I have lived in this tree, in this same hollow, for more years than anyone can remember. But now, when the wind blows hard in the winter and rocks the forest, I sit here in the dark, and from deep down in the bole, down near the roots, I hear a new sound. It is the sound of strands of wood creaking in the cold and snapping one by one. The limbs are falling; the tree is old and it is dying. Yet I cannot bring myself, after so many years, to leave, to find a new home and move into it, perhaps to fight for it. I, too, have grown old. One of these days, one of these years, the tree will fall, and when it does, if I am still alive, I will fall with it." I think of Morgott and his Erdtree. Perhaps in a world where he successfully stops all of the Tarnished who tried to become Elden Lord, where he has the opportunity to grow old enough to see the tree dying naturally. Maybe its golden light has faded more than it ever has before, as it continues to list heavily on its side. Maybe he can hear that wood creaking deep down when the cold wind blows. Maybe those great tree limbs are falling and leveling anything that has the misfortune of being underneath them. Maybe he can smell the deathroot slowly crawling up the tree, ready to break through the earth. And he knows that once that old tree falls, he, too, will fall with it - for what other purpose could he make for himself once it is gone? How could he possibly outlive his Erdtree?

Aw man, Anon; I've never read the book but I am SUPER familiar with the movie and I already kinda pictured Morgott already having a bit of this Great Owl vibe about him -- but holy crap! That really DOES sound like Morgott! 😭😭😭😭

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

poetry. putting under the cut bc potentially triggering mention of suicide/ideation/sh.

The days they pass like wine

The nights like drunken grief

I wash with stuff unclean

And wonder why I fail.

I go to God with hands outstretched

Receive an answer faint and dim

"Come to my arms and take from me

The water fresh and pure

Wash out the bad and all the dark

And live as you were born."

Hands, my hands are scarred and frail

They reach and trembling drop

An inch away he holds the stuff

And I collapse and cry.

I cannot reach so far as some

Can limp not stride or dance

God helps the weak, but what of me

I try and yet, I fail.

A thousand times I've made a plan

A hundred times I've cut

Look at my hands, and look, my side

My self-made saviour, self made weak.

The pain is never great enough

To clean the sins I've done;

To die in awful agony

Would fit the one I am.

The plans I burn, like I would burn

If my mind had its way

Delete them from my little world

As I too would be gone.

A thousand times I've made a plan

Some days I make a few

The easy, not the best, idea

A coward I'd be. Coward I am.

The pain is never great enough

To clean the sins I've done;

Yet God be thanked he sent his Son

And self made man must fade.

The knife, it tempts

And death, it beckons

The world is hard and living harder

And pain then seems the only way

But ever there is God, so close

Saying, "Come and trust me

Let go of all, and fall

And fall out of your own desires

Into safety, truth, and love."

[chibishortdeath]

Dude, I go online to avoid my family’s awful political views and for some queer positivity and then that’s fucking ruined by constant discourse, and bickering, and people hating the shit out of each other for no fucking reason, and not being able to look up a specific identity label without seeing deliberately derogatory use of slurs against it, and every fucking random blog I think is safe and just posting positivity posts turning out to be an abuser with several Google docs discord screenshot compilations or out of nowhere they make something that isn’t a positivity post and it’s actually really fucking mean to one group of people, so I can’t fucking turn to anywhere just to hear someone say “trans people shouldn’t die and are cool” every so often because 90% of what I hear in my house on the TV on full volume so it reaches every fucking room is the opposite of that statement.

I go online to avoid stressful shit happening all the time and to engage with some things I like and calm down and for one of them it’s barely searchable because something I hate shares its name and a depressing amount of the fandom I already have blocked and one artist I do not speak to anymore for a reason’s artwork is fucking inescapable, the other is currently infighting about how they should all be allowed to excuse pedophilic content because it’s popular and “no real minors are hurt” and “y’all are just tourists” when the most recent shit to come out in the fandom was something using an actual real life child’s voice, and everything else I like never has anything new made about it or barely fucking exists, meaning oh boy yay what did I find today trying to look for relief? More stress!

I go online looking up art stuff because I need to actually start doing something as a job and wanted to know more about the community I’m getting into and how to actually make any kind of living doing it because it’s all I can fucking do and I need to get out of this house at least and my YouTube is just full of artists debating that adoptables (what I was thinking of starting out with) as a concept are all always a scam, and constant terrifying AI news, and people talking about layoffs and how bad the industry is, and whoops another animator you looked up to is confirmed without a shadow of a doubt a groomer and has deleted their account, and oh hey that person you thought was cool well it turns out they’re not never trust anyone ever, and all art tip help videos are like “you should probably have like three jobs” and “you can’t live on commissions :), anyway here’s how to make a comic it’ll take several decades for it to actually hit an audience, if you were born with a deviantart account day one and have been cultivating a fandom since 1999 that is, if not, don’t get discouraged! It’ll probably just take 70 more years and you just gotta work harder than your best!��, and if you ever have a question for any reason then get ready for the RpgMaker help subreddit specifically there for questions and for beginner dev help to not help you and be mean about it or the random artist you asked for tips to give you the same “just don’t stop believing in yourself :)” advice or sees that you want to do anything for a job and goes “oh, you poor (naive) thing :(, just forget it, it’s not gonna happen, just be a hobby artist on the side, monetize that hobby, and then work at (insert job I cannot physically do)”, so there’s nowhere to go for any of that ever.

I go online to try to interact with friends, but my family suddenly doesn’t like some of my friends, and it’s the Wrong Time™️ to interact with friends all of the time because I am almost always interrupted or piss people off because it’s too late at afternoon/night regardless if this is the only time I would be able to talk to someone because it’s when they’re off work or school or in a different time zone it’s always Wrong™️, and whenever anyone has time off of anything or is actually free to go interact in person something happens to stop it or I’m suddenly stupid fucking sick all of the time and can’t go anywhere, and then I do try to talk to anyone and it’s been so long I don’t know what anyone likes or is comfortable with or don’t share much in common or they have new friends I’ve never met before that share way more in common with them than I ever will, so all of a sudden I am staring at a discord so fucking afraid or too exhausted to just interact with my own friends properly and it’s middle school lunch period again where I sit and do nothing, say nothing, and no one around me notices when I’m not there.

And like really what the fuck am I supposed to do??? What the fuck am I supposed to do!!!!!!! I am trapped! I’m cooked! I can’t fucking do anything! Everything is out of my control all of the time!!!What the fuck is the answer! What the fuck am I supposed to do! What is the answer!!!!! What am I supposed to be doing and how do I do it! What is the right answer!!!!! What is the right answer!!!!!What the fuck am I supposed to do!!! I just wanna get the fuck out of here!!!!!! I’m so tired!!! I’m sick! What the hell am I supposed to do besides curl up in a ball and cry! Nothing stops!!! None of it stops! What the fuck am I supposed to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[wayward-starbright]

resolutions for 2025 <3

I know it's the end of January,,, but my spring semester just started so technically my year just started !!

here are my goals for 2025, mostly for the beginning of the year.

walking 10k steps a day, I've been a sedentary person for my whole life and its time to change that! over a 13 week period I'm going to work myself up to walking 10k steps a day.

finish reading three books I already own, I am one of those girlies who lovessss to buy books... then forgets to read them. that changes this year! by the end of my spring semester I'm going to complete three of the books on my bookshelf.

getting more politically active, with being a student its been difficult for me to find spaces for me to help my community and become politically active, especially because I don't own a car. I'm going to be donating to the ACLU every paycheck and signing petitions at the end of every week.

get all Bs or higher in my classes, every semester since fall of my freshman year (2022) I've failed at least one of my classes. I want to try to get my GPA at least close to a 3.0 by the time I graduate. I've gotten better every semester and I'm gonna push myself extra hard to be the best I can be.

write letters to the people I care about, I moved away from my family and friends because that's what I needed and its been the best decision of my life. that being said, I still miss those people a lot. I hate messaging them all on social media because it seems superficial, and I think it would be nice for them to open something they can hold in their hands. I'm gonna send out two every month!

leave my dorm everyday, it may seem silly but when I have days where I don't have anything planned it can be hard to leave my dorm. when I stay in all day it never makes me feel better and I want that to stop this semester. I made a plan that I'll keep personal to make sure I leave everyday!

save $1,000 this spring semester, I wanna try to visit my friends and family for the first time since I moved, and I want to bring my girlfriend with me. Money for plane tickets is insane so I'm gonna be saving a lot from each paycheck.

lower my screen time, I hate being so attached to my phone, I'm 100% addicted to it. I know making a Tumblr blog isn't going to help but a creative outlet isn't a negative thing. I'm going to be deleting all social media from my phone (besides instagram because that's where I talk to my roommates). Doomscrolling is way too normalized and I cannot do it anymore.

wake up early everyday, because of school and my awful sleeping habits, its really important I start getting up early. I'm gonna get up at 6am everyday to turn myself into a baddie <3

deep dive into my favorite music, music has always been my safe place and I want to really study the lyrics and thought behind music I've loved all my life. (some of which I'll be sharing on this blog)

learn to love and take care of myself, I've spent a lot of time criticizing myself when I really should have been taking care of myself. I treated myself like every adult growing up treated me, and of course it never helped me to grow. I'm learning to be patient with myself. I'm learning to listen to my needs.

connect with my spiritual guides, when life gets in the way, the first thing to get put off is my spiritual growth. I put my work aside and it collects dust until I'm ready to pick it up again. Like anything else it's a relationship I need to foster and pour into. thank you for reading until the end! I hope this inspires you to create something beautiful for yourself. I started planning this project for myself in the middle of December and I just now finished, there's plenty of time. I also have planned rewards for when I finally complete all of these goals so please let me know if that's something you would be interested in!

[insufferable-talkstuck]

fo da classpecting

first things first I am incredibly lonely; come to think of it, my entire family is lonely. I was pretty isolated in my childhood, and no matter how I tried to talk to others, people eventually forgot I existed. I dont socialize with a lot of people now and i dont know how to. Same deal with my family, they think they have new friends in a new neighborhood and suddenly nobody is talking with them much anymore. In some instances its kind of funny when people forget that im there, and whenever I leave its like their short-term memory deletes me from their brain.

I was also a very very angry child. Im still angry but i repress it around people. One thing that really annoys me is when people assume im "pure" or "innocent" when i do not view myself like that at all. Its so goddamn weird when I do something and someone else is like "you're a little ray of sunshine!" no i am not. Stop acting like i am a baby. Im an angry and vengeful person who's become depressed enough to not have the energy to actively pursue my vengeance spree. I can only do it in my mind because of the no-energy thing, where im fucking shit up in a violently physical way. in my mind, they always deserve it.

I dont care about liars at all, however its a specific type of liar. if you lie to protect something other than yourself, thats fine. if you lie for malicious reasons i hope you get dropped off a cliff. I destroyed someone elses friendship on purpose because I lead them into exposing their own lie. It was me and 4 other people against the 1 person, and i put the idea of and encouraged/pushed the other 4 into essentially ostracizing the other person from the group. and yknow what? it was really fucking fun to do it. felt great.

Going back to the socialization thing, letting people know me is an awful feeling. I could tell someone online only my name and im already contemplating fake-deleting my account so i'll never have to talk to them again. I have been hurt repeatedly in the past by friendships and people ive trusted, so ive just adopted the principle that people cannot hurt me if they do not know me.

And not gonna lie, i do not expect to live long. im nearing the age i thought id die at and im slowly losing faith in the fact that i'll die by then, and i dont know what to do because that belief has been with me for most of my life. My whole life has just been "whats the point if im gonna die soon? why plan for anything?" and now i gotta start planning for shit because life doesnt work like that.

Prince of Time

princes are probably my favorite class, can you tell? the other classpect i thought about would be thief of space, im putting that out there if you think it's more fitting but let's get into prince of time

you say you're a very lonely person and have trouble socializing, the space bound are the designated lonely players—

—Time and Space are opposites, each one across of eachother in the aspect wheel and very different in themselves, when a player falls under a destructive class however they often neglect their own aspect and portray the opposing one ( Dirk being the prince of heart; having trouble expressing emotion, having "mind-control" like powers, destroying heart and soul.. all that. as well as Eridan the prince of hope; having outbursts of rage, destroying all hope within his session, deeming himself "hopeless" )

Time players are also associated with destruction and decay—do with that what you will i thought it should be stated considering your whole outlook on things

aand lastly the age concern, in hindsight it's extremely stupid to take a depressing attitude you have twords living and turn it into a reason for classpecting but that's what you're here for and I deliver. being a Prince of Time somebody who destroys time wouldn't be too uncharacteristic of an assumption to make about someone who doesn't think they have a lot of time left

๑ a prince of time would be extremely dangerous to have in a session and could very easily break the game, anyway, this was the best i could do go hit some clocks bye ๑

[postsforposting]

imo a lot of people are introduced to "literary analysis" via terrible church bible camp, as children, where they are told "this is the answer and if you don't like the answer i'm going to hurt you". this teaches people that there is An Answer that People Already Know, much like how in math there is One Answer To The Problem. but the way church teaches you what that answer is, is to make you memorize it, and absolutely demolish all ability to analyze things for what they are: it does not matter that this character is acting like a jackass and is morally corrupt, because we have decided we like that guy. it does not matter that this entire story is batshit insane and impossible, it means nothing, it has zero implications, you cannot infer anything at all, unless i told you what things mean then they mean nothing.

much like mindless sitcoms, where characters doing things....means absolutely jackshit for their characterization. people being foul doesn't mean they're bad people. shows are not designed to have meaning or in-universe coherence or be acquainted with the concept of consequences.

when children are raised like that.....they learn that nothing matters. things just are. they don't mean anything. it's like teaching kids biology, but everything is separate, nothing is connected to anything else: leg bone doesn't connect to the foot bone, how the stomach operates has zero meaning for how the rest of the body works. nothing has any meaning you can derive, nothing you can connect to anything else. like if counting had nothing to do with addition and subtraction. where does the brain get its nutrients from? well hell idk, the brain has nothing to do with the stomach, why do you expect me to know this when you've not told me the answer?

it doesn't help that lots of kids are also raised to believe that the rules they live by in their own house with are....literally just that, statements with zero justification, unexaminable and handed down from on high. "why is this the rule?" because i fucking said so, i'm the adult, how dare you question me, i now get to hurt you. when you raise kids like that, you completely delete their ability to think for themselves, to ask questions, to be curious, to notice how things work. that's the goal of that type of parenting.

all that ruins the ability of people to do basic literary analysis, where you need to be able to think and examine why you think things. and in schools, the way it's taught, people are handed themes and given the thing they're supposed to look for, they're never asked things like "what is a main theme of this work" or "what does this color represent and why". thinking isn't allowed, you're handed what you're supposed to do, again just as if there's ironclad answers already decided by the authority. you're never really taught how to take a work apart and build these ideas. any teacher who does try that, they're hounded out because parents think that's too hard for kids to do, which will make kids get a bad grade, and that can't be tolerated.

people have to be taught how to do things before they can be expected to know how to do them. very few people are newton, who can just invent math on the fly. people aren't taught this stuff, they're actively taught terrible ways of looking at it, it's no wonder people are awful at it and think wildly incorrect things. because the way most people think about this stuff is based on how they feel about it, superficial stuff: it's about space exploration, and it ends on a happy note, so therefore space exploration and empire expansion must be good. they've not been taught how to examine whether that gut notion is correct.

this also applies to every other subject too, not just literature.

Look, I like Star Trek...well, not "as much as the next nerd," I know the next nerd and that's a real high bar. But I do like Star Trek quite a bit.

Even so. I'm becoming increasingly convinced that the Trek franchise bears heavy responsibility for the spread of a particular brand of brain rot amongst some of the smartest and most creative people in my society.

Here I am referring to the intertwined reflexive-idealization-of-space-life and reflexive-idealization-of-frontier-exploration. TOS and TNG, between them, present a fantasy universe in which voyaging into the vast dark unknown produces interesting and philosophically-meaningful outcomes on a weekly basis. And it's not like anyone is consciously fooled by this narrative contrivance, but...that thing being formative explains so much.