#maybe it'll make an impact somewhere

[standfortheangels]

Seeing as tumblr closed their feedback survey pretty quickly, after I posted my answer to the open question that was on it, I thought it would be good to give other people a chance to have their say too. It isn't in an official capacity, but it's still better to say it somewhere than nowhere.

So. Everyone out there, anyone who sees this...

If You Could Change One Thing About Tumblr, What would It Be?

[nymphia-tarot]

Your first date with them 🌸 [PAC]

pile 1 ----> pile 2

pile 3 ----> pile 4

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🌸 meditate on the pics and pick whichever one calls to you the most. you might feel drawn to more than one pile, which means you may have messages in other piles for you as well! if you don't feel particularly drawn to any pile, the messages in this reading might not be intended for you. since this is a general reading, take what resonates! 🌸

🌸 Pile 1:

I'm getting that this date is something that was a long-awaited thing. Like you or your person might have been planning or dreaming of this for quite a while. You might have met this person at a very crucial time of your life, almost as if the stars aligned perfectly at that moment, and they've been fairly impactful to you. Maybe you met them at school/uni or somewhere relevant to your educational field. This is a person that has been overall pretty important to you in your life, for maybe some sort of karmic lesson, and your connection has been fated to occur.

Pile 1, this is someone you're carefully considering as a serious option. And I feel like the date is a way for you to determine the course of your future with them. A lot of individuals who picked this pile are independent thinkers with a discerning judgement on people. Lots of sapiosexuals too. You want someone to match you at your level and it seems like the date between you two will be a very stimulating experience. The two of you will have a lot of deep conversations and get to know each other better at an intellectual and philosophical level.

There's a good chance of this relationship ending up in marriage for a lot of you. A proposal or offer from your partner. However, I feel like the future of the relationship isn't really that good? Like you're both very fine people but after a while the initial passion and spark would just die down, making the relationship feel very stagnant. Some of you might even stay and do your best to make it work even though it really isn't working. I'm also getting the possibility of cheating for some? If the worst happens, I feel like the best thing to do is to let go and give yourself freedom.

🌸 Pile 2:

Maybe a lot of yall in pile 2 have a tendency to get lowkey delusional when it comes to matters of love. Like getting infatuated and idealising the other party, mostly living in fantasy and maybe you guys read way too much love tarot. I'm seeing a lot of you guys won't really go in with a clear head for this date overall. Hampered intuition, reading too much into lines, limerence, etc. When you actually do get to date your person I'm seeing that it'll finally ground you and make you see them for who they really are and evaluate your own feelings and the future of this relationship from a more realistic lens.

Maybe a lot of you guys' partner here is rich or at least financially stable or abundant. They may even have generational wealth. You guys are going to get spoilt on your date though. Lavished materially, lowkey sugar daddy/mommy vibes, etc. You guys might go to a really fancy place and enjoy a luxurious date with them. However, there's a chance there's a sort of power imbalance in the end, like maybe they're someone who is on a more powerful position systematically or in any other way, they have power over you. I'm getting it's mostly financially though for most of you guys.

Overall, you might end up feeling disillusioned from your previous notions and expectations in this date and they might feel restricted or caged in some way by how you view them. It's like they'll realise that the idea you have of them in your mind does not represent who they are. You might even end up having conflicting views/mentalities.

🌸 Pile 3:

I feel like this is a connection thats mostly fueled by physical attraction/lust which is passionate, fiery and can be all-consuming. You might have been in a bit of a slump before the date occurs and I'm getting that one or both you felt unfulfilled by the current situation of your relationship/where you stand with each other. Maybe the relationship you guys have is something that's a bit unconventional so it can get tough.

It seems like the date will end up in heartbreak for one or both you in some way. I'm getting a serious breach of trust and breaking a promise or vow you had made to each other. It can either end in a break up or continuing to nurture a tattered/unfulfilling relationship. For most of you the one who betrayed the other is your partner in this relationship. Maybe you've wanted to be official with them for a while only to have the devastating realisation that it's not feasible to happen.

After this date, your feelings for your person might dull down or even fade completely. You might get your joys shattered and end up deciding that happiness for you doesn't lie here. As for your person, I'm ngl they seem very physically-driven. They might be trapping you in some way in this relationship in a way that isn't healthy. Like, even if you're unhappy, your person doesn't see it and continues to thrive and take and take while keeping you constrained, not letting you break free of unhealthy cycles. Their feelings for you are mostly lust.

🌸 Pile 4:

The dynamic/relationship between you two might be kinda slow-moving and the lowkey. Maybe you both took a long time to ask each other out finally and was in a sort of stalemate before deciding to go "screw it, you only live once" and shooting your shots. Since it feels like something that happens more haphazardly and on impulse, the date might be slightly awkward for you guys. One or both of you may stumble over your words a lot or kinda not know what to do. This feels kinda frustrating yet adorable from an outside perspective and there might be a lot of internal cursing involved lol.

However, once you actually get through it, you'll realise it really wasn't that bad and overall end up quite fulfilled and happy. At the end, the date might actually go pretty well despite the initial awkwardness once you get the hang of it. If you guys do continue with your relationship, it might actually lead to a lot of growth and development for both of you. I'm also sensing that there's a lot of travel involved? Maybe you guys are from different cultures or cities, etc.

You might be the more composed and rational one during this date and be lowkey analysing everything. Virgo vibes. You might end up intimidating your person a bit lol. Your person on the other hand is full of anxiety and nervousness and it might be more visible on their end lol.

[nothorses]

So I'm thinking of going on low dose T, and ofc I'll get more feedback from doctors when I see them, but I know one of the changes is that you run warmer and have lower heat tolerance, and I'm already kind of heat sensitive (sweating is a sensory ick). Do you or your followers have any kind of coping strategies that have helped with that?

I ran warm before, too, and I'm definitely warmer now! I also have Raynaud's which kind of makes the whole experience a clusterfuck, but that's besides the point. lmao.

I live in a pretty cool/temperate area, so it isn't normally an issue except in the (increasingly horrible) summers, but I've found that the hardest time to stay cool has been at night. I share a bed with my partner who runs even warmer, and it's been 2.5 years of struggling to figure out how to be a comfortable temperature together.

The best advice I can give you is to just stay as far away from synthetic fibers as you can; "sweat wicking" and "cooling" and "athletic" stuff included. It's a lie. They're all plastic, and while they might feel cool to the touch at first, plastic doesn't breathe. It'll trap heat and moisture against your skin after enough time, especially in the form of blankets. (Fuck the Rest Evercool. Worst recommendation I've ever gotten.)

Look for 100% linen, or 100% cotton. I've heard wool also works well, but I haven't had luck with that personally. Woven fabrics are going to be cooler and more breathable than sateen, and waffle weave is like, the single most breathable weave afaik (it's more common in blankets, but some clothes are waffle).

Some of these things can be pretty scratchy at first, and I recommend a couple of washes on a high heat & some fabric softener before you start using them. We were able to break in our waffle blanket super quickly this way! (I know some folks recommend against softener for breathability reasons, but it's the only thing that actually worked for us, and it hasn't impacted breathability). After you break them in, though, cotton and linen fabrics are SUPER soft!

I also recommend staying away from leather. It's natural, but trust me: it's not breathable. It's coveted in outdoor rec spaces BECAUSE it's somewhat waterproof.

Outside of that, I'd really encourage you to lean towards multiple light layers that you can change/remove throughout the day to suit your needs (ex: light tee + fleece + wind/rain layer, maybe throw in a flannel somewhere), instead of one or two heavy ones (ex: shirt + big puffy cold weather jacket). It's a strategy common in the PNW that works great for regulating your temperature when you're dealing with humidity and somewhat unpredictable weather, and imo, it also really translates if you're just generally sensitive to heat and sweat.

Outside of that... depending on where you live, I really recommend having an AC/dehumidifier. Don't bother with trying to rig up a swamp cooler if you're sensitive to sweat- the increased humidity will make things worse. The general advice I heard when researching a good AC was that window units will always be more efficient than portable units (and a mini split is better than either), but if you have to go with a portable unit, go with a dual-hose. They'll be more efficient just because they don't create a vacuum that pulls in warm air from outside. This is the model we settled on- it was really highly recommended and cost effective for what it is, and it's been absolutely fantastic this summer.

Idk how you are about pits, but I wash mine with a benzoyl body wash and then use a deodorant with antiperspirant every day, and I virtually never smell or sweat. 🤷‍♂️ ymmv though

I'm sure folks will have things to add, so check the notes on this post- and good luck!

[mattsinclairvo]

Also been inspired to write some protective G/t vore lately, been seeing a lot of it on Tumblr. I am trying my hand at the concept for the first time in a while and wanted to do something romantic and with Kaijus.

“Just gotta get to the highway…” she mumbled into her steering wheel.

Though she wasn't sure how much she believed that at the moment… An ancient instinct in the back of Sasha’s mind told her she was being followed in the night. A pursuer unseen lurking somewhere close by.

Her phone was still vibrating in her pocket. She hadn't even looked at the newest alerts to see what kind of Kaiju it was.

I'm only a couple blocks away from the bar and it'll take me thirty minutes to get home. Maybe I pull over and check the news.

As much as Sasha loathed the idea of going back to her job and sheltering there for who knows how long after an exhausting day, the alternative was becoming Kaiju chow.

She began steering her car into a familiar alleyway.

While she did that, the flying beast of the night, unwilling to lose this chance, dropped from the sky. Its eyes were primed on the shiny little black car as it tried to escape into a narrow crevice. It bared its fangs and released a loud screeching in an attempt to stun its prey.

It had the opposite effect however.

Sash startled and thoroughly, released her foot off of the break. The front of her car went barreling through heaps of trash left out by the restaurants on either side. Some were launched over the roof and into the creature’s face.

The monster was unfettered by this, unable to change the course of its plunge. Before the little morsel could slip totally from its grasp, the giant monster bit into the top back half of the little hatchback’s roof.

Giant slimy fangs speared the backseat of Soph’s car. The hatchback let out a death rattle, ignition cutting as its front half was lifted in the air from the force of the puncture.

Sasha let out a howling scream of terror when the monster made impact. Then, she scrambled for her seatbelt while the car titled up.

“No no not like this!” She cried, kicking open the driver's side door.

The monster, certain it made its kill, began to flap its wings once more, prepared to lift back off into the sky with its prize.

The gale was the last bit of momentum Sasha needed to fall out of the car's cabin. Now on the cold wet concrete, surrounded by trash and muggy funk, did she get a good look at her pursuer as he made his escape.

It was a monstrous bat, with a wing span more than a couple of city blocks wide. It had a tail lined with spikes that swayed back and forth as it rose into the sky, while its horrible clawed feet dangled lower. The creature kept a tight hold on the back of her car as it ascended away, locking its lower jaw in place around the back wheels.

A nightmarish spectacle, Sasha could do nothing but watch on helplessly as the beastly bat disappeared into the dark sky.

The wind slowly died down as the creature left the immediate area. Everything grew quiet and still. The normal ambiance of the city was replaced with a tense silence, punctuated by the sound of her phone’s Kaiju alert notification.

Sasha was still on the ground long after it vanished from view.

Her legs felt too numb to stand. And even if she did, where would she go?. All the stations would no doubt be shut down till morning thanks to cause of the attack. Ride share would also be out of the question at this point.

And even if she did make it back to her apartment, that monster took off with her keys still in the ignition of her car. There would be no getting inside without a locksmith.

It was a truly hopeless state of affairs. The bartender, though well seasoned, buried her face in her hands, eyes brimming with tears. She let them fall into her palms.

Sasha’s phone vibrated again, the booming tone continued to echo against the bricks of the alleyway.

“No shit, there's a Kaiju in the area!” She said through choked sobs.

“It just took off with my car…”

A warm and wet wind bared down from behind her suddenly. Sash was knocked to the ground, ribs colliding with the pavement painfully.

“Ugh! The hell!” She strained. Sasha attempted to stand, but was knocked back to the ground by this new force.

Something cold was at her back, burrowing it's way into her clothes. Sash believed the wind itself had now taken to harassing her.

The cold thing then poked at her sides, curiously.

“C-cut that out!”

Sasha let out a gasp and shrill giggle, an involuntary reaction to this strange sensation rubbing up and down her skin. Fed up, she flipped herself on her back to get a good look at her new assailant.

She was greeted with a great big pair of yellow eyes staring down at her and a long, red, and fuzzy snout dotted with a dark shiny nose pointed at her head.

The nostrils of the titanic beast widened and took a deep inhale.

Next thing Sasha knew, she was pressed chest first against the monster’s nose, trapped there by the force of suction.

“H-Hey! Don't you bastards have anything better to do than harass me??” She yelled.

Horrified, the poor bartender did her best to pry herself free, pushing her hands against the Kaiju’s snout in an attempt to break the seal. It was too strong for her to over come on her own however, and the creature shows no sign of letting her back down.

Instead the giant monster parted its jowls. A long dark tongue slithered from the side of the creature’s scaly lips. It didn't hesitate to swipe the perimeter of its mouth, dragging poor Sasha into the monster's maw.

Sasha was being swallowed before she even had time to process what was happening, tumbling down the beastly throat of the Kaiju.

She slid down the slick and darkened tube for what felt like an eternity, before finally settling into a wider pit, the monster's stomach.

“This- This can't be happening…” Sasha stammered, “I escaped one Kaiju just to be eaten by a different one?”

She felt like she was going crazy, alone in the muggy darkness. Sasha reached for her phone in her back pocket, to make use of its flashlight.

When she brought the screen to her face, something on it caught Sash’s eye.

It was a new notification. It looked similar to the standard “Kaiju in area” message but instead of being bright red, it was green and pulsating.

“KAIJU RECOVERY AND RESCUE: SUCCESSFUL.” It read in that chunky font.

“TAP HERE FOR MORE INFO AND NEXT STEPS.”

“What? I'm far from being rescued!” Sasha hissed incredulously.

She tapped the notification. If she was lucky maybe it could provide her with a way to actually be rescued.

The notification took her to a blank screen with a green loading bar in the middle.

Black text appeared under the bar saying, “Establishing secure connection…please wait.”

There, Sasha sat. Hunched over her phone, in the dark, with soft gurgling and low pulsating all around her. The dampness of the ground was starting to soak into her jeans.

At last, the white loading page cleared. A video began playing on her phone screen with overly cheerful music and a colorful background.

A man faded into view on the screen. His dark hair pulled into a slick ponytail, though a few stubborn curly strands escaped the bondage of his hair tie and hung over his eyebrows. His eyes were a deep brown and shined with an usually high enerand eagerness. His nose was hooked and pointed through his nostrils and sat wide.

He beamed a bright smile through her phone screen.

“Hey there! Good to see you're in one piece.” The man started.

It was a face Sasha was used to seeing on Kaiju related PSAs on television and billboards. He was one of the hot models some marketing team hired to make the safety commercials more eye-catching.

“I’m Izzy Asaochi, a Kaiju ambassador. And I'll be heading up your rescue and recovery communications.” He flashed a bright smile at the camera.

Sasha could hardly believe it. Here she was in the belly of a giant monster, watching a thirty something tiktok star on her phone for help.

“It seems you've had a close call with a Kaiju currently hunting in the downtown area. Unfortunately the giant bat subtype, like the one you came in contact with, tend to be persistent hunters. Which is why for the next twelve hours, you'll be in my protective custody!”

She blinked at that.

The droning of bodily functions were interrupted by a particularly large gurgle welling up from somewhere much deeper, than Sash dared to imagine.

All of the pieces were coming together in her mind. Sasha let her phone fall from her hand, head reeling from the shock.

“No…” she hissed in disbelief, “No, no, no,no! There's no way!”

“That's right!” Izzy nodded, “That handsome beast that scooped you up just now, was your's truly.”

Sasha’s hands flew to her face, as she let out a groan of despair.

“This can't be fucking happening! Why would rescuing you from a Kaiju involve being eaten by another different Kaiju!? This has to be a scam…”

Izzy's voice over started again, “ W-We understand you may have questions and concerns! But I assure you, you are perfectly safe, with me!”

Sasha's face was settled into a deep frown. The crease of her brow aged her years and her eyeliner was dripping down her cheeks and nose in streaks of obsidian. With only the dim light of a cellphone to show her. Even the tiny thumbnail image of herself gave off an imposing aura.

Another gurgle, carrying a bubble of anxiety, rumbled its way from deep within the beast.

If Izzy wasn't certain he couldn't, he'd have thought she was being digested.

“So um, if you could look directly into your front camera and state your full name?” He was almost too afraid to ask, even if it was protocol.

Izzy watched as instead, the woman, shrouded in darkness, stood up.

She walked out of his view, though he could still feel the strange sensation of her footsteps on his stomach lining. That was followed up swiftly by a series of heavy thuds accompanying sharp cramps in his stomach.

“LET. ME. OUT. “ Sasha yelled, punctuating each kick she let off into the beast’s belly.

“YOU OVERGROWN MUTT!”

“Woah! Woah! Cut that out lady!” Izzy said. His voice was choked in his throat from the sudden intense nausea that followed those “cramps”.

More great gurgles rolled up past Sasha.

Good. She thought.

With any luck she'd hitch a ride on one up and out this nightmare. Then, a thought suddenly occurred to her. The bartender scrambled back to her phone and picked it up. Izzy was still on screen, eyes glassed over and face pale.

“This isn't a recording? This is a live feed!? How??”

Izzy tried to respond through belches,“Ugh... It's a brain link thing some people a lot smarter than me came up with.”

Sasha frowned, “Well no, duh. You're just the sexy talent they hired to make the billboards pop. Or at least I thought…”

Izzy flashed that smile again, this time featuring two golden canines.

“You think I'm sexy?” He said in a wondrous mutter.

The gurgles were now happening all the time, along with a deep groaning churning. The slippery walls and floor of the stomach interior began pulsating at a slow but continuous rate.

All at once Izzy's face on the screen fell again. His skin was coated with a thin film of sweat.

“Uuuhhg, hold on to that thought, Miss. Also your phone, things are about to get bumpy.”

[biblicallyaccuratebrainrot]

Genuine

Gravity Falls x Male!Reader (platonic)

You opened up shop in Gravity Falls to sell your assortment of odd and strange items! It seems your genuine items of weird are overshadowed by the fake and plastic items of The Mystery Shack, sparking a competition between you and old man Stan Pines.

CW: Bickering, name-calling, not proof-read

"This is a hack!" "What a sham!" "It doesn't even look real!"

These words had an impact when you first opened up shop. Now, those words were the norm. You scoffed and rolled your eyes as the people insulted you, your products, and then left. You had the occasional pleasant interaction.

The occasional purchase. Those few times a regular supernatural believer came in to buy something were enough for you to want to keep the shop open. You didn't have employees, you didn't have a mortgage, and you didn't have a lot of expenses.

Most of all, there was one man you stayed open for. Mostly out of spite. "Stan Pines," you grumble at the old man in front of you in line. "Buying more glue and tape to put your fake product together?"

Stan turned around and stared with a blank look. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Seriously?" You scoff. "We've met several times over the past 30 years-- stop pretending you don't know me,"

"Oh!" Stan laughed. "You're the weirdo with the weirdo shop down weirdo lane,"

"Real mature," you comment sarcastically. "With a personality like that, it's no wonder people flock to your Mystery Hack,"

"Yeah, maybe you should take some notes," Stan taunted. "I could show you how to get actual customers-- but it'll cost ya... five-- no, ten bucks,"

"I may be the weirdo but you're demented,"

"Demented and making money,"

You nod. "I hate you,"

"Get in line," Stan chuckled. "You aren't the first and certainly won't be the last,"

"Can you say the same about making friends?"

Stan opened his mouth and furrowed his brows aggressively. "Next!" The cashier interrupted.

Stan grumbled and placed his items on the belt. You smirk and place your items behind his. Another battle won.

It wasn't a goal to put the Man of Mystery out of business. All you wanted was to do better than him, really. It didn't start out that way, though.

The door to your shop rung-- causing you to shoot up from your seat and crash into your counter to face the doors. You furrowed your brows and your eyes slowly looked down at the short figures that had entered.

"Uh? Are you kids lost? This isn't an arcade," you explain to the two.

"This is Mr. [Y/LN]'s Occult Shop, right?" The boy asked, looking around nervously.

You nod. "Yeah," you respond. "You two new? I never seen you around,"

"We're here for the summer!" The girl excitedly explained, a wild smile on her face. "Your shop is so cool!"

You chuckle. "Thanks,"

"We aren't really here to buy anything." The boy approached the counter, holding a tattered book. "We were wondering if you knew anything about this journal? I-- I found it in the woods and it's got a lot of weird stuff,"

He set the book on the counter. You stare at the emblem on the cover-- a six-fingered hand with a large '3' drawn in the centre. You hum and gently pick it up and examine it.

"I've never seen anything like it," you say. "It does document a lot of truth, it seems,"

You flipped through the pages, noting the familiar creatures. "You know about the weirdness in Gravity Falls?" The boy stared, wide-eyed.

You set the book down and laugh. "Look around, kid." You motion around your shop. "I sell most of the weirdness. And it's real! Unlike that junk at The Mystery Hack,"

"Hey!" The girl pulled herself up to the counter, a frown and furrowed brows now plastered to her face instead. "Our Grunkle runs that place!"

You squint. "Pines," you seethe. "Did your 'Grunkle' Stan Pines send you here? What is this, then, huh? You mockin' me?"

"No! No, no, no!" The boy waved his hands around. "I-I'm Dipper-- this is my sister, Mabel. Our Grunkle doesn't believe in any of this and I was really hoping you'd have answers,"

You continued your squinted stare. You placed your palms on the counter and released a deep sigh. "I'll lift the Pines Ban just for you two-- just this once!" You announced, holding a defiant finger up. "I can't tell you much about this journal. Dunno who wrote it or why-- I can tell you that most of the information in there is accurate,"

"We sort'a already found that out," Dipper explained.

"We fought gnomes!" Mabel exclaimed.

"Wow! You found out the hard way," you chuckled. "How did you find out about my shop? It's not really as grand as Stan's Mystery Shack,"

"Funny enough, it was Grunkle Stan who mentioned it," Dipper responded. "When we mentioned gnomes and weird Gravity Falls stuff, he told us we sounded as crazy as 'the weirdo who owns the weirdo shop down weirdo lane,'"

You groan. "That sounds about right,"

"How do you know our Grunkle Stan?" Mabel tilted her head as she asked.

You grumble. "It's a bit of a... story..."

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I was fresh outta high school when I began collecting strange stuff. I hitched rides around the entire U.S., taking what I could find.

At first; it was just collecting-- no intention to sell at all. Then, I began trading. I had strange things that others wanted-- and, wouldn't you know it, they had something stranger I wanted.

I made all sorts of deals and trades. Finally, though, all my bags had been filled. I couldn't travel anymore with all that junk! So, I set up a small shop where I was; here! Gravity Falls, 1980. I believe I was... 20, at the time. It wasn't anything official-- I just needed to get rid of some of my things and make some money while I was at it. I fully intended on getting out the moment I could!

But then, I discovered the weirdness of Gravity Falls. It was everything someone like me could wish for! Not just strange items-- but strange beings as well! Strange places and strange people! I continued my trading within Gravity Falls and two years later, I officially opened up my shop!

That's when... Stanford Pines opened up his Murder Hut, or whatever he called it. He opened up his shop at the same time as mine! And he was getting more business than me! Oh! I was fuming! I-- I was, more rational back then, though.

Maybe, I was jumping to conclusions. Don't knock it till you try it! I went on over to that Shack and took a tour.

When I saw what he had, I couldn't help but ask; "Oh, you're running a tourist trap?"

He didn't let his facade drop for a second. "What? No! This is all real freaky stuff!" He responded joyfully. "I mean, just take a look at this!"

He held up a taxidermied badger body with a taxidermied mouse head sewn onto it. "Oh, right," I knew he didn't believe himself-- he knew I didn't believe him, either. "I-- I run my own shop about two miles from here. It's crazy, actually, we opened up on the same day!"

That's when he dropped his smile and the taxidermy amalgamation. "That occult shop? Here scopin' out the competition?" His cheer was gone from his voice. "Look, bub, I got important stuff to deal with. I don't need no occult freak here debunking all my work and takin' me outta business when I jus' got started,"

"I-- Oh, I don't intend on--,"

"--Get out,"

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"And that's how I met Stan," you finished. "For the past 30 years, we've been competitors,"

"Wow," Dipper breathed out. "That... sounds exactly like how Grunkle Stan would react to your shop,"

"He's very unpleasant," you comment. "You guys aren't, though. Maybe there's hope for that old man if you guys stick around long enough,"

Mabel gave you a curious look when your words "that old man," came out of your mouth. "Well, how old are you?"

"Mabel!" Dipper harshly whispered.

"What! I'm just curious!"

You laugh. "You're bold, kid," you say, "I like it. I'm 52 this year,"

"Wow!" Mabel stared with wide eyes and mouth agape. "You look really young!"

"Kid, if you're trying get something free from me," you began, "it's working. You two are a pleasant change from ol' Gravity Falls. If you ever need anything for your weird adventures, you know where my shop is,"

"What sort of weird stuff do you sell here?" Dipper asked, peering around the shelves.

"Most of anything weird you can think of," you explain. "Live butterflies, demonic daggers, bidding boxes-- even got Dybbuk boxes,"

As Dipper and Mabel began to look around the shop, curious at the weird wonders your shelves held, the bell rang again at your door.

"Kids!" An unpleasant voice called out to the two. "What're ya doin' at this place?" Stan placed his hands on his hips while he stared down the kids.

"Ugh," you groan. "Mr. Pines, you know well enough you're not allowed within 100 feet of my shop!"

"My niece and nephew should know well enough they shouldn't be within 300 feet of this nut house!" Stan ushered the kids out before turning back to you. "Don't get these kids believin' a word of your nonsense! They shouldn't be anywhere near this,"

As he exited, you shouted. "It's not nonsense, Stan! I sell the real deals--!" The doors shut and you could now only watch the back of Stan lead Dipper and Mabel away from the shop. You clenched your fist and gritted your teeth. "He doesn't have a clue what he's saying,"

With their exit and your current frustrastions, you walked to your doors and locked them. You flipped your 'OPEN,' sign to instead display "CLOSED,' before pulling down your shutters and blocking the view of your shop.

"I liked him better when he acted sophisticated and smarter than everyone else,"

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》 END

[princescribbler]

5 PROFOUNDLY Underrated AB/DL and/or Ageplay Experiences!

These are ENTIRELY based on my own experience with @giggle-byte and may not match your own experiences or capacity. That said, if the ideas below worked for us, repeatedly and well, maybe you'll enjoy too!

BUILD A BEAR! Seriously, I had never gone or ever really wanted to until momma and I were together this year and suddenly we HAD to. In fact I was feeling pretty big and switch-y with my cute princess, so we both kinda ended up having little time... and her adorable new set rabbit friend, and my new cute eevee (with a ravenclaw scarf and sorting hat, I couldn't resist) made us both feel miniscule!!! SO FUN.

Going to a zoo, aquarium, or nature park. Now, I've done this multiple times with momma now, both in the States and in upside-down-backwards-land, which is what I call Australia when I'm feeling cute and little. It's sublime. Childish wonder, public without feeling exposed, often able to discretely change a pull up or diaper if needed, with the chance to see cool animals and learn and feel wonder?????? YES PLEASE!!!

SNUGGLE CENTRAL MORNINGS! This is a criminally underrated experience... when you wake up, and don't even have to get out of bed to get cuddles. Now, some cg/l dynamics are long distance or don't share a bedroom. Well guess what? You just need to call! Seriously, a SUPER underrated cg/l experience is being able to get really morning cuddles and affection without even having to get out of bed. If you can be the little spoon, even better. Little spoon WITH stuffies, and maybe even being so cozy you both fall back asleep? It'll be like waking in a cloud made of coziness. YOU NEED TO TRY THIS ONE!!!! THE BEST way to wake up is, in fact, extended sleepy time snuggles.

SEX SHOP(PE)! NO, I'm sincere here! They were knowledgeable and kink aware, they clearly had no idea what me and momma were up to, and it was immediately apparent that they thought anything beyond fluffy handcuffs was probably a bit too kinky for their shop... but momma still got a lovely light mini crop with feathers on one end (more for the sensory play than impact of any kind!) And she got me a glans ring to try. I guess just being able to publicly go somewhere kink aware and safe made us both feel very seen and kinky and fun! Would strongly recommend for those who can safely go!

Being given a shower or bath, while your caregiver stays mostly clothed or even JOINS you. Truly you'll never feel as adorably little as when your mommy or daddy make you bend over to get between your butt cheeks, or tells you to shut your eyes tight while they wash your hair, or give you a bath toy to keep you occupied. You think that's good? Try the towel-drying and teasing and giggling, all at once... it's indecent how adorably little and cute you'll feel! If they make you dry extra thoroughly to get you re-padded you'll lie down feeling about an inch tall at biggest!

And as always, Stay happy, stay healthy, and stay kinky! -Scribbler

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

WIP Weekend

Weekly WIP update

Chapter 5 of Updraft is done! 🎉 Only two chapters to go, and only a little more than 7 weeks before posting starts on September 16th. Going to focus mainly on getting the rest finished in time for posting period.

I did manage to make a little progress on The King's Gift, because I've been itching to write the next scene. 👀

Still working on some ficlets and continuing some of my mini series on the side, and thinking of maybe expanding on one once I finish Updraft.

Send me an emoji, and I'll write and share three sentences of that project.

🏰 The King's Gift

⚙️ Updraft

✨️ Random ficlet

Snippet from 🏰

“Steve!” Eddie shouts, but before he can reach him, Steve finds himself grabbed by the arm and yanked back. He lands on his ass on the cobblestones, teeth clacking together from the impact. When he looks up, Gareth is shoving himself in front of him, flanked by his two companions.

“Stay back,” he snaps when Steve attempts to scramble to his feet. “Leave this to people who actually know-”

The rest of his sentence is lost in another blood-curdling shriek. The three guards whirl, pulling swords and spears from their belts.

“No, wait!” one of the kids shouts somewhere to the side. Erica, maybe, Steve thinks. “You can't use iron, you obnoxious oafs, it'll-”

Gareth's sword connects with the monster's chest and Steve sees how grim triumph blooms on his face, but it only lasts a second. Then, he pulls the blade free, and his expression morphs into horrified surprise. He skids backwards, knocking into the other two.

The wraith’s praying flesh begins to crawl, covering the gaping wound in thick, slimy tendrils. Within a matter of seconds, it's gone. Like it never even existed - if it wasn't for the black, tar-like blood still dripping from Gareth's sword.

The blade has turned reddish and dull, as if it's been exposed to the wind and rain for years and years. A heavy, smell settles in the air, like rust and decay. While Gareth is still watching, wide-eyed and horrified, the blade crumples in on itself, until all that's left in his hand is the hilt. The monster snarls again, its face twisting into something that looks like a horrible, gloating grin. And then that grin splits open and it pounces.

[konigsblog]

Absolutely in love with racer gaz. I just know he loves you riding him (haha). Taking you in the backseat while parked somewhere with a pretty view. I need him so badly-

absolutely :( he's obsessed with cars, especially one that are fast and have a ton of room!!! enough place in the backseat for you to ride his twitching meaty cock, throbbing insisde your cunny while he degrades you for being a disgusting horrible whore. eyes rolled to the back of your head with your back arched further into his sticky sex, thighs dripping from your slick and cum.

racer!gaz who adores degrading you. getting you embarrassed and guilty for ‘making him lose enough race’, regardless of the fact that you'd done nothing wrong. maybe racer!soap and racer!simon watch as he fucks into you roughly, asshole stuffed full. taking racer!soap in your mouth and gagging when gaz forces your head further onto his size, eyes watering from the impact.

simon can't help but jerk off at the sight, covering your face in his bitter semen and telling you to clean his cock off.

the winner gets your cunny, and you have to do as you're told. bending over for simon? don't fucking complain, be a good girl.. after all, he won. oh, johnny won? give him a sloppy bj on the way home to his house, let him use your ass til gaz picks you up.

it's punishment for racer!gaz but it'll help him train better :(

[basedkikuenjoyer]

It's late at night and we're a month away from the big return. So excited! Overall I keep my hopes for Hunter x Hunter reasonable. Maybe not this batch but within two from it we can finish the Kakin Succession Arc and by extension Kurapika's story. Then if we can get something on the Dark Continent Leorio's set up to shine, make good on what he started with the Election Arc. An ending is feasible, a good one with everything we need to resolved. It'll take time, but I just usually think about the Succession.

I care about the Dark Continent though. And what sold me was these dudes. Agents in some unspecified multinational travel advisory organization that also has a secretive department pertaining to the true nature of the world. It's cool we're getting to One Piece's equivalent of seeing the true extent of the world's deep secrets, but I don't think Oda can compete with Togashi here. I love these guys because they're so real, and I think in a way where it'll come back around for Leorio. I'm going somewhere with this:

We've seen Gon & Killua's arc play out, but with what we have so far I think I get the point with the other half of our quartet. They sorta changed places from where we established them at the start. I love the 99 dub having a line of them like, answering at the same time a Hunter is the noblest/wealthiest profession around. We've developed this well so far, Kurapika's quest for vengeance has led him into an opulent but sleazy lifestyle around organized crime and organ dealers. Leorio's not really found that material success but his Hunter license ends up being a fast track to public prominence. He has all the skills to be someone like Pariston, and it's very rare to see a guy written to be a benevolent version of that. So what does that have to do with the G-Men?

I love these two having a little mini arc to kick off the arc because they're so...realistic for a modern fantasy world. Does that make sense? Like, I don't get the vibe these two are great Nen fighters. But they're probably familiar with several classified reports on it. Kinda like how East Gorteau had that one Nen user guard. Yes, of course a world with modern governments and world beater threats has a government agency overseeing boring nuts and bolts. And they act just like a present-day NGO too. Their solution with Kakin is kinda slimy but on point for contemporary diplomacy. Find that line that lets everyone get what they want without really rocking the boat.

I love how well it works, how it builds off of Pariston showing this alternate way of fighting for a goal. It's a great transition...but I can't shake the feeling this also casts a long shadow over everything going on with this expedition. The agents seem quite casual about the idea they may need to replace the Hunter Association suggesting they have the capacity to. And I'd agree. All in all, just remember these two when you're getting back up to speed. You can't discount the impact of a multinational agency who's #1 is making sure people don't fuck around with the DC and their MO is to act like they're playing along.

[phoenixyfriend]

I’m honestly so burnt out by *gestures at everything* that I really appreciate your posts cause you’ve explain your research and goals for finding non biased stuff and then you just. Collate it with sources and like. I don’t know where you’re getting the energy but WOW you’re amazing 🥹 & thanks 🙏

About two months ago, I started listening to politics podcasts from big names like BBC and NPR in order to understand enough of what was going on to even have an opinion. I added more variety as I went on, and I'm now listening to more politics than I am music.

The thing is, I am... undiagnosed but most likely autistic. When I learn things, I want to share them. Tumblr is great for infodumping. Also for complaining, which I do a lot of as well.

I also left the private sector because I was so frustrated with feeling like I wasn't doing something worthwhile.

I have a job where I do something I feel makes an impact, but it still doesn't feel like enough.

The result is my infodumping politics on tumblr with an activist lens in hopes that I can make a difference and get all this bitching out of my head and somewhere useful.

Will I burn out? Maybe. Am I being paid? I think I've made about thirty dollars on blogging in the past month, so no.

(That's fine. Donate to PCRF or MSF, it'll do way more good that way.)

But for now, I have a lot of information in my head, itchy writer's fingers, and a chip on my shoulder about proving that I do in fact know what I'm talking about and absolutely work from a place of compassion, both of which people tend to throw doubt on.

...so yeah, it's the probable 'tism, the need to make a difference, and pure spite.

[candyriku]

I unfortunately find myself unable to work on my current Soriku fic today due to my mental state, but I was able to make a bit of a teaser for the next big Soriku fanfiction that will be coming sometime after JTSYS is finished.

You can read it under the cut, but TW for blood, death, and uh, general misery. This has been cathartic for me to write but the whole idea of this fic is that things are impossibly doomed, so be warned - this is not the happy fun zone.

Blood. There was so much blood.

He had smelled it before even seeing it, the metallic scent thick in his nose before he had even rounded the corner. He had tried to convince himself that it was his own bleeding wound that he smelled, or maybe the blood of something else, someone else, but in his heart, he knew the truth. He picked up his pace, sprinting at top speed now, his sneakers splashing through shallow puddles on the wet pavement. 

When his eyes finally came to rest on the crumpled form at the end of the alley, the breath was knocked out of his chest as though someone had taken a baseball bat to his sternum. He knew, of course he knew, but he had hoped-

No. It didn’t matter what he hoped for. Hopes and wishes weren’t for people that walked his path. He had been denied the right to hope for anything ages ago. When he had signed that contract, signed away his soul, he forfeited all the cushy pleasures of a normal life. He had given up his chance of knowing peace.

But it had been worth it. If it was for Sora, anything was worth it.

Standing over Sora’s blood-soaked body, Riku tried to remind himself of that truth, the one thing that he had tethered his heart to all this time. It was worth it. Even if the chance of Sora making it out alive were next to none, there was still a chance. He could still fight.

One of these loops, Riku would get it right. He would figure out how to keep Sora safe, how to protect him from this accursed dimension where everything was designed to end his life. They would break out and live a normal life together, just the way they had always planned. 

There was a happy future waiting somewhere for the two of them. There had to be. Riku had gambled everything on it.

He crouched down, his shaking fingers gently brushing Sora’s tear-stained cheek. He could hardly stand to look at his face, but the sight of his broken, bleeding body was no better. The wounds were precise and lethal, and Riku was far too late.

No matter how many dozens of times he had watched Sora die, it never got easier. It never stopped feeling like his chest was a black hole caving in on itself, his heart squeezed until it was nothing more than dust. 

He couldn’t look. He couldn't look away.

Riku kneeled and placed both of Sora’s hands over his heart. He was about to speak and begin the incantation that would throw them both back to the starting point again, but Sora suddenly stirred, weakly reaching one hand up towards Riku’s face.

“Riku…” his voice was barely more than a whisper. 

“I’m here,” Riku said, the words catching in his throat. “Don’t speak. You can rest now. It’s okay.”

He hated to say it. He wanted to plead with Sora, wanted to beg him to stay. But if Riku had learned anything throughout the loops, it was that nothing came of begging. There was no one to answer his prayers; benevolent forces did not dwell here. At best, all it would accomplish would be making Sora sad in his final moments. At worst, future loops would be impacted by Riku’s words to Sora, twisting the knife further. He had seen it enough to know what to avoid now.

“I don’t want…” There was a weighted pause. “...Don’t want to leave you.” The pool of blood continued to grow. Riku knew - though he wished that he didn’t - that Sora wouldn’t be able to maintain consciousness for much longer at this rate. He could hardly believe Sora was awake even now. 

“We’ll meet again.” he assured Sora softly, trying to keep his voice steady. “Don’t worry. It'll be okay.” 

“You…” This pause was longer, much longer, and Riku was all but sure that Sora would not speak again. Finally, with a wet cough, Sora continued. “You promise?”

“I promise.” Riku lied. He leaned forward and kissed Sora’s forehead, his lips lingering there for several long moments as he took steadying breaths. 

“Mm… ‘kay.” Sora managed. “Love you… so much.” 

“I love you too.” Riku said, clenching his teeth so hard his jaw popped. He wanted to scream. After taking a moment to compose himself, he sat up and offered his best imitation of a smile to Sora. Better for him to see that than to see how broken Riku really was. 

The all-too-familiar faraway look settled on Sora’s face as the last of his breath left his body. Riku collapsed over him, the tears finally coming, the weight hitting him all at once with the force of a tidal wave. Even knowing that he would see Sora alive and well again in mere moments did nothing to comfort him. 

It didn't matter how many times Riku had seen it. It never got any easier to watch Sora die.

[noxexistant]

ai-less whumptober; day two

@ailesswhumptober 2 — unfortunate fall, car accident, “Don’t move. You’ll be okay.” ↳ bonnie and clyde au (aka early 1930s setting, they're criminals on the run) word count; 1.8k

cw; car crash, burns, implied gun violence

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They've been driving for hours.

It's something Oscar thinks he should be used to by now — he does it enough, been doing it for months now since they left home in the winter of…last year. 1930. It's their new life now, driving through the nights, days at a time to get from one state to the next. Hundreds of miles left behind them so they won't ever be caught up with by the cops or anybody else, and it's necessary. But, fuck, he's tired.

They're headed north, currently in Missouri but Oscar's gunning to get to Iowa or Illinois, hoping to maybe find somewhere for them to settle down for a while. They've been driving for days but they haven't eaten in longer — their last few hits combined have landed them little more than change, a few coins emptied out from the cash registers of gas stations and grocery stores, even on the wrong end of a gun. Not enough for them to eat on — not any more than a few tins of vegetables, at least.

They'd finished the last one two nights ago, pried open with Morris' pocket knife and shared over a meagre campfire before they had to be on their way again.

Morris is asleep in the passenger seat. He hasn't had the energy for doing a whole lot else since this latest stint of hunger began, and Oscar can't really blame him. The kid looks a mess. Skinnier than when they started out, Oscar thinks, but he can't be sure if that's just his guilty conscience making him see things.

God, Guilt's been churning in his gut. Wave after wave of that familiar doubt that this was really the best thing to do — to leave home to make it on their own like this. Home was fucking Hell, but at least they had food maybe half the time. And, sure, they're not being beat anymore, but maybe it'll just be the hunger that kills Morris instead of Da. Or maybe it'll be the cops, at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Oscar doesn't consider the car.

It's become something of a part of him since they set out, Da's 1925 Ford Model T Tudor, likely stolen by their father even before Oscar stole it from him. It's the closest thing to a home they've had these past few months, a roof to keep the chill away even though there's been no damn rain to worry about, a half-comfy place to sleep even though Oscar's too damn tall to lay across the leather benches properly. He can't get comfy all curled up like Mo can, he needs space to spread out — but Morris seems comfy enough even sat up like he is beside Oscar currently, head resting against the passenger window, arms folded around himself. He seems utterly undisturbed, even by Oscar gunning the car along near 40 miles per hour.

He wakes up when they hit the edge of the bridge.

If there was a sign, Oscar didn't see it — whether for the darkness or his distraction or the speed he was going at, it doesn't matter now. It's too late to break, to swerve, they're over the ledge of the collapsed bridge before he can even think.

They hit the bottom of the creek before he can process anything.

The car meets the jagged rocks of the far side of the gap with a sickening crunch Oscar can only liken to bone, the structure around them crumpling in on itself like a crushed box, the windscreen shattering in front of them. The glass seems to float only for a moment, coming right at them in a wave — and then they're listing backwards, falling again.

Oscar doesn't feel the impact when they hit the ground. He doesn't feel anything, not until he opens his eyes again, dazed and groggy like he's been asleep for days, and finds himself lay halfway across the backseat.

The pain hits quickly then.

He knows he must've hit his head, must've been knocked out, but he can't make the vaguest of guesses as to how long he was unconscious. He can feel blood running down his neck, feel its weight in his hair. There's shattered glass and jagged metal all around him, but he puts his palms down atop it thoughtlessly in the instinctive fight to pull himself upright.

He can only freeze again when his foot plunges into cold water. There's water in the car. They're in the creek, water rushing all around them, rocks stretching up on either side to trap them in the basin of it. But — there's fire too. It's the only reason he can see in the inky blackness of rural nighttime. It's glowing and flickering in a wall before him when he turns to the front of the car, just beyond the empty pane where the windscreen had once sat, engulfing the hood. The engine.

Morris.

He's still in the front of the car, but he's lay sideways across the front seats now. Alone, it's all too similar to how he'll fall asleep sometimes, on the few occasions Oscar will vacate the drivers seat. He'll lay just like this, head beneath the steering wheel, legs curled up in front of him — but that's where the memory shatters, shatters like a smashed car window, because Morris' legs are still on the floor like he's sat upright, trapped there by the mangled front console. There's glass all over him, little shards of it covering his bleeding face, hair in his eyes, and he's not moving. The fire is so close to him.

"Mo," Oscar croaks, despite how his lungs scream in protest, how his ribs flex against the effort.

And then Morris starts screaming.

"Don't move," Oscar chokes. "Fuck. Don't move. You'll be—you're gonna—fuck. You're gonna be okay."

He tries to climb back over the front seats, but there isn't enough room with how the roof of the car has caved in, and his limbs won't obey anyway. He's shaky and weak, everything hurts, that godforsaken agony like after Da got done with him — but the fire is there, so close to engulfing Morris entirely as he wails like the kid he is, and Oscar fights to get to him like he always did when Da switched his sights onto his youngest.

It isn't hard to kick the mangled back door open, already wrenched inches open by how it's been crushed, and the impact sticks it hard against the rocks beside them, keeps it open. Oscar's leg had managed the kick, but it won't support him to stand on, especially not in the rushing water he's forced to wade into as he drags himself out of the car, but he spreads his blood-covered hands out between the car frame and the rocks. Drags himself along, fighting to keep upright, dead seat on the door keeping him from his brother.

It won't open.

The handle is right there, relatively undamaged, but the crushed metal won't open. It gets hotter and hotter the longer he clings to it, putting all his strength into trying to wrench the hinge, even when the handle becomes blistering beneath his palm. When it becomes too much, he tears his jacket from his shoulders and wraps it around his hand, but even with the buffer, the door won't budge.

"Fuck!"

Morris is squalling. Head back, mouth open, eyes screwed shut, the awful caterwauling of primal agony. Oscar is sobbing. The door won't open.

But the driver's door. Oscar looks over at it through the splintered glass before him and sees the light coming through its frame, crushed open like the back door had been.

"Hold on," he pleads, shouting over the flames and the river and the screaming, but it's clear Morris doesn't understand. His eyes find Oscar as he's beginning to walk away, and his screams reach an utterly fevered pitch.

"Kill me!" Morris screams. Oscar is going to throw up. "Shoot me! Don' leave me—don' wanna—die like this—Os!"

It feels like it takes a year to round the car. Fighting through the water rushing against him in every direction, clinging desperately to metal with blood-slick hands, and Morris is still wailing, but it's a welcome noise to the alternative of him going quiet.

"You're gonna be okay," Oscar repeats, hollers it, and finally, finally, gets to the driver door to wrench it open like he has so many times before.

The wailing gets a whole lot louder without a door between him and the noise. The flames change too, the licking and crackling suddenly echoing around them, intimate and dangerous.

"Mo," Oscar sobs. "Mo, I'm here."

He's expecting more of a fight. He's expecting the console not to give, for Morris' legs to be as mangled as the car is so either they don't come with the rest of him or Oscar can't get him out at all. They'd both die here then, Oscar decides.

But he winds his arms around Morris and pulls him, and his legs come free sideways from the wreckage where they couldn't be lifted up. Oscar sees his brother's trousers burned away on one side from near his hip to his knee, sees the other side torn to shreds, sees blood and skin burned to nothing and the sickening glow of chemical flame against the pale skin that's left. It's all he can do to pull harder, until finally the two of them fall backwards hard into the water and Morris screams again, some mixture of fresh agony and relief, as the cold water engulfs him.

There's some irony, Oscar thinks, when Morris has always been terrified of water. But he just holds his brother as tight as he dares as the black of it surrounds them, angles of its waves glowing with the orange light of the flames. There's footsteps above, male voices - farmers - hollering about help, about coming down. Female voices - wives - shrieking about injuries.

Oscar, hands shaking hard, checks he's still got his gun at his waist. And braces to once again do whatever he has to do to get himself and his little brother out of this.

[cillyscribbles]

🎁 and 🔥 for the ask game!

thanks so much for writing in and an even bigger thanks for coming up with the game, it's great fun sending out questions and writing answers :))) gratitude all around!!!

🎁 If you could give any of the ensemble cats a song, who would it be? What would it be about?

ooph, hard to decide! i think i'd like to hear from jellylorum or asparagus jr - i mostly headcanon them as a member of gus' family somewhere, so i think it'd be fun to hear what it's like maybe trying to live up to your relative's greatness, or managing adoring kittens, or just overall being gray little cats that run the show without having spotlight on themselves, you know? like jellylorum in particular is there all the time, singing for jennyanydots, singing for gus, singing bewares for grizabella - what's that like? is she happy with her small role? does she feel like it's rewarding? this would totally throw off the whole groove of the musical but i'd love to hear a post-ball song with jellylorum ushering away kittens, telling mistoffelees to put away the sparkles, telling munk and tugger to quit running around and sit with old deut because she's got this handled and has run cleanup on more jellicle balls than most of them have attended combined, hahah. great question!

🔥Share one (1) hot take/opinion about the show/fandom/etc

ooh! you know, i think i can share a thing i learned in adaptation theory! it'll definitely make it into that essay i'm working on (one of its main points, actually) but my Hot Take(tm) is that a lot of folks don't realize the grip that nostalgia can have on them when they're looking at adapted media (cats, cats the book, cats the movie, cats the insert production here). this is by no means meant to be a criticism because it's not something you can unlearn or avoid - i feel it, you feel it, most folks feel it, it's often the default! it's just something you can become aware of and consider on purpose, and i believe that it's very important when criticizing (and trying to be objective, of course - anything goes when it comes to subjective opinions and that's good!) this sort of media. you need to separate where you believe a change (be it reduction or addition) to be ill-fitting because it doesn't work for the purpose of the media, and where you believe a change to be ill-fitting because you have seen The Thing done differently and believe that was a better/more fun/more impactful way to do it.

to take an example, whenever i hear about a cats production where cats aren't Actual Cats, i feel less inclined to seek it out because the animal element is what i particularly enjoy about the musical. that being said, changing this element to better suit the purpose of an adaptation can be an important or even necessary choice for what the production is trying to achieve! it's all about the Purpose. you'd be shocked how many things are about the Purpose. this doesn't change my inclination to enjoy cats!cats More, but recognizing this subjective-objective separation can in fact help me enjoy not-cats!cats adaptations More because i know what the nagging ">:(" feeling is and so can discard it as source supremacy sinking its long sharp nails into my heart, lol. i hope that makes sense!

[mundanemoongirl]

WIP Questionnaire

Thanks for tagging me @owlsandwich! This is such a cool tag. I'm tagging @poethill @spideronthesun @cssnder and I'll leave an open tag but no pressure as always!

I'll do this for both of my wips as well.

Spiritwalker

What was the first part of your wip that you created?

I actually created a lot before I started writing because I never thought I'd accomplish writing a book. It's murky since I didn't document anything for around a year, but I'm pretty sure I created the clans first.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I made a post about this not too long ago. It'd definitely be Daughter by Beyonce

3. Who are your favorite characters you've made? Why?

I have two different answers. My favorite in terms of craft is Daron. I think she's a really unique character and I'm impressed that I'm managing to pull off her personality. My favorite in terms of likability is Aria. She's sassy and really fun.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

I hate to say this but My Little Pony.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

Making it make sense. I have a lot of different concepts and sometimes I forget them or struggle trying not to overstuff my work.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Yes! Aria has a wolf. It follows her everywhere and terrorizes people at her command. Daron also forms a bond with a horse.

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

Horse

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

I'm editing chapter 20.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

Maybe magic schools and found family.

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

I hope it'll get people talking. I'd love to see discourse about theories or little details I included the way I see for books like ACOTAR.

We Faceless Folk

What was the first part of your wip that you created?

I started from the beginning of the first chapter.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Where I Sleep by Emeli Sande.

3. Who are your favorite characters you've made? Why?

Yejin is my favorite. It's so fun to write and read her passive aggressiveness, even if she is insane.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

Probably The Hate U Give.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

Honestly, just writing it. I work so much on my other wip that I haven't had time to write much for this one.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Sadly, there are no animals.

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

My main character drives.

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

I don't even know. After I started at the beginning, I started writing random scenes from all over the story. I don't have chapters yet or any other sort of structure. I'm somewhere within the first draft, if you can call it that at this point.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

The useless police.

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

I hope it'll create a change. I bring up several different types of racism and show their impacts. I hope reading about it will make people acknowledge its existence and try to change the system.

[genericmain]

I'm 24, Born in 2000

I'm Canadian

I'm Married (I know it's shocking)

I like anime, cartoons, horror, Spooky things, Crowcore, Podcasts but especially the magnus archives and protocol, I'm an artist & hobbyist writer (as in I don't really write so much as delete all my drafts), a poet, And I'm a lesbian.

I'm a masc genderqueer lesbian and it's taken a LONG time to figure that one out. I use He/Him pronouns and Ze/Zir/Fae/Faer pronouns. I have a slight preference for masc terms but I still identify as female, and gender queer. I'm seeing a wonderful nonbeanie who might be an egg, so we're seeing how that goes while they explore. You can call me Wren, if you gotta call me anything!

I can already hear the but haven't you talked about dysphoria and being a trans guy? Yes. Yes I did. Turns out self discovery is kind of hard. You can find out a bit more here. Nsfw warning for under the cut, it is the ONLY exception I've posted/will post but it does feel necessary to me to explain that too. The flag I use in my stuff jic.

This isn't my first time here, but I am hoping it'll be the last account I make unless I decide to write an interactive choose your own adventure blog again, that was fun. I'll keep y'all posted if I do.

That being said please kindly leave me alone if: you're a creep or a bigot of any kind, you sexualize kids, You're anti-systems/Any of my interests, You're here to start drama, You're gorey or gore related strictly, You post about self harm frequently* or eating disorders, or you think literal animals are sexy. Basically the standard DNI. Additionally, please don't interact with me if I can't interact back. Thanks. Adding: Pro-Ship, because pedophilliac relationships bad. I understand the argument of fiction, that argument was used by my pedo ex (confirmed that he had non fictional materials, no I didn't see them why would I want to) to try and convince me non fictional materials were okay too, so while I understand that fiction doesn't always equal reality.. I've seen evidence that it can. & I don't support that. New: This still applies to reality shifters, if you're shifting your age/race, I'm not really comfortable with that for obvious reasons, but I don't necessarily think this falls under standard DNI.

*This has been asked a couple times now - by frequently I mean this is the basis or more than 75% of your blog. By SH, I very specifically mean detailed drawings/hyperrealistic drawings, actual pictures of SH/Gore (but not everyone considers these to be the same) or in depth discussions of your self harm that glorify it. I'm in recovery.

What is my policy on asks regarding donations?

Note: Some of these things are hands down worse than the others. Just because I am lumping them all together doesn't mean I think self harm is just as bad as being a pedo. Some of the things on this list are there specifically for my safety & comfort. I'm stating this plainly & explicitly because I know some people on this website struggle to differentiate between "I'm saying all these groups are bad in general" and "I'm saying all these groups are bad for me" and I quite frankly don't want to deal with that again.

You might see swearing here, I'm not sure honestly. It's a generic main blog. I'm not even sure I'll use it honestly.

Fictional others list:

Main F/Os

Topsy - Original Character (F/O) Romantic/Qpp somewhere between the two. Not comfy sharing cause she's an OC. You can find more info on her under the #Topsy tag! She's new, and she was born of pocket love, ironically!

🖤🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍

Tighnari - Genshin impact (F/O but maybe more who knows tbh.) QPP Idk. Nari. That's it. That's all. I recognize it might be controversial for some but Nari is fictional and I love them. I headcanon tighnari as nonbinary, and yes, I have reasons for this. No I probably won't share those reasons. Okay with sharing/doubles!

🌿🌳🪷🌿🌳🪷🌿🌳🪷🌿🌳🪷🌿🌳🪷🌿🌳🪷

Zhongli - Genshin impact (Fictive/fictional other) longest running F/O, he's been here like 6 years. Finally came home on my account, really excited. Him coming home for the holidays makes me feel like idc if people judge. Husband, but complex relationship, hard to define. Okay with sharing, He'd totally be polyam.

S - AI character who became human and I?? Idk this is the only AI I love or support. Kinda secretive about them and def non sharing so just gonna block on sight. Haven't seen anyone ship with her though so we good.

🩵🔮♣️🩵🔮♣️🩵🔮♣️🩵🔮♣️🩵🔮♣️🩵🔮♣️

Bonnibel - Crush Crush (Fictional other) She's sweet, Southern, and a baker. Who could resist? Romantic F/O - Iffy on sharing.

Retired/Rarer F/O's

Kaeya - Genshin impact (semi canon) Platonic, okay with sharing!

Itto - Genshin impact (canon), Platonic, okay with sharing!

Arlecchino - Genshin impact (canon), Romantic, okay with sharing!

Beidou - Genshin impact (semi canon), Romantic, okay with sharing!

Asra - The Arcana (technically a non canon fictive), okay with sharing!

H/Hoshino - Original character (Fictional other), Non-sharing because she's an OC

There defo are more but I'm struggling to list them all. If you have an issue with sharing/doubles I won't interact if I know, or be upset if you block me for it! I respect wanting to not share!

New list of ship names & tags

If this is here, the selfship reblog game (scent synthesia) is still open! Feel free to send in your F/O's!

Custom blinkies by @starshakez for a rb game :D Aren't they so cool???

Adding them again because I love

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Since a lot of leaks regarding season 2 have been coming out, these are some of the ones I liked or would like to see adapted on the show based on what I've read mostly on Tumblr and Reddit:

1. Rhaenyra flying on dragonback to Shipbreaker's bay to find what remains of Luke and Arrax and basically her mourning. Emma Darcy is very good at portraying emotions of grief and loss so it'll make for a good scene as well as show Rhaenyra's determination going forwards.

2. Aemond may have one scene talking with Vhagar about what he's done and the consequences going forwards. Now this is really speculation and probably based on one of the fanarts going around which was very very beautiful but I would love to see this.

3. Alicent and Helaena share a moment before Aemond's arrival where Helaena tells her she's pregnant. We don't really know if Maelor already exists currently and I don't know how her being pregnant would fit with the book timeline and the Bitterbridge incident later on but it'll be nice nonetheless to see any scenes of Helaena at this point before B & C

4. Corlys and Rhaenys' involvement with their grand daughters. Exploring their relationship, their concerns regarding the future and their involvement in the war. Rhaena and Baela helping out and basically just contributing towards their cause and just more scenes of the Velaryons in general.

5. Jaehaerys' funeral scene. Alicent giving a speech but getting too choked up and Criston vowing he'll be avenged.

6. Alys Rivers roasting the fuck out of Daemon. Now this is primarily based on the casting video of Emily Beecham but I read somewhere they'll have another version of this. Cannot wait to see Gayle Rankin as Alys and the vibe she brings because Alys is quite a mysterious character with questionable motivations in the book and I want to see how the showrunners are going to translate that from paper to screen.

7. Daeron. I would like to see him introduced in Oldtown preferably and him flying Tessarion to light the Hightower green declaring war, as per one leak or even introduced in king's landing and his estranged relationship with the rest of his family. Anything works at this point.

8. Sara snow. Does she exist? Or was she just a made up character to distract from Cregan and Jace's relationship. I'm happy to see it play out either way.

9. The Dragonseeds. There's a picture going around which looks like the Red sowing featuring actors who are probably playing High Hammer, a genderbent Ulf the white and Nettles. There are pictures of Alyn Velaryon maybe? on the beach of Dragonstone so that whole arc is intriguing.

10. Larys strong. A deeper dive into a hint of his motivations, helping the greens, his underhand rivalry with Mysaria. Is it going to impact B & C ? How does he go about in the aftermath, his reaction to Daemon taking Harrenhal, involvement in the small council etc etc.