#okay i’m rambling in tags now bye

[pan-pan-traviii]

Happy weevil day!!

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[james-spooky]

this is a test

[trevisos]

filing these under “lines that make xarrai feel extremely normal” as well.

[marbles-for-breakfast]

I mean, no one actually knows for certain how traumagenic systems form either. The theory of structural dissociation is pretty speculative when it comes to DID. We don’t know exactly what causes most brain differences. The brain is really complicated, and even when we’re able to pinpoint what about the brain causes the differences, the WHY of it is impossible to determine with any sort of certainty in the vast, vast majority of cases.

But aside from that, why do we need to know exactly how we formed in order to accept that this is how we are? Is it really so unbelievable that some people are just born this way? If being plural/multiple is something that can happen, which it obviously is, why are we so sure it can only be caused by one thing? How would you even prove WHY someone is plural/multiple? And if you can’t prove why someone is plural/multiple, how can you prove that all systems are caused by trauma? And if we can’t prove that, why are people so certain? Because it’s not from looking at the science.

So, does telling other people they’re not valid make you feel more valid? Does telling yourself a bunch of tumblr/twitter users are the reason you’re not accepted feel more manageable than grappling with the reality of society’s ableism? Are you simply in an echo-chamber of misinformation and demonizing of other perspectives?

I have an honest and non-judge mental suggestion for the asker here. If you really want to know what someone believes, ask THEM. I know endos can probably be a little hostile to anti-endos because of the whole telling-us-that-our-material-reality-is-fake thing, but I’m sure some people would be willing to be patient and respectful. A lot of us really do just want anti-endos to listen and try to understand. That’s why I try to come across as kindly as I can (even though people can read whatever tone they want into my words), and all I really do is try to explain.

I see some genuine questions on this blog, which makes me sad because I know they’re not going to find any answers here, so I try to give my own and I hope the original question-askers will see them. I just wanna have a genuine conversation where my own existence isn’t called into question or framed as a debate. I just want to refine my opinions and expand my knowledge.

I want to learn about my own system through talking to others. I can’t do that if the tag I’m using is filled with people trying to tell me that we must have some secret hidden trauma we have no evidence for, and if we don’t, we’re not real. Does no one think it’s a bad idea to tell someone who might very well have a dissociative disorder that they’re not real?

Just…. just listen to people when they tell you what their experiences are. That’s all I want. It’s all I ask. I don’t need to give you a source for my experiences being real. It should go without saying that in a space like this, we should believe each other when we talk about our lives. Why does that suddenly stop when it no longer fits the narrative you were told when you first learned about DID? Why is it unthinkable that what you first heard isn’t the full story? Isn’t that usually the case with stuff like this?

Anyway, the only way we’re going to move forward with our understanding of osddid and multiplicity/plurality as a whole is by first believing each other. Or at least being willing to believe SOME things. At least be willing to LISTEN. Again, that’s all I ask. Other endos/inclusivists who feel similarly, lmk. I want to get a sense for how many people feel this way.

this might be a rude thing to ask but i'm not even a system and i'm just curious like. how do endos think systems work? like. how would it form without trauma? spontaneously?

i don't know ... It's honestly confusing

[simplybakugou]

Story Mode 4 | Mystic Academia: Kaminari Denki's Route

⋆ PAIRING: gamer/streamer!kaminari x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: mentions of hospital and stab wound; fluff ⋆ WORD COUNT: 747

A/N: finished this at 1 am again yup yup. only two more parts left AAHHHHHH

NOTE: credits to @eraserhead-transparents for the kaminari cap

Mystic Academia: Kaminari Denki's Route Masterlist

“Y/N! Are you in here?” Sero questioned, barging into Kaminari’s room, not aware of the moment he had just ruined. Sero paused his movements as he took in the scene before him. Your hand was in Kaminari’s and you were sitting awfully close to his bed. Kaminari was leaning towards you. “Wait, did I just walk in on something?”

“You’re an idiot and I should kill you,” Kaminari said through gritted teeth, absolutely seething at how stupid Sero was. “Now get out.”

“Wait! I wanted to say hi to Y/N!” Sero exclaimed, watching as Kaminari got out of bed and started shoving Sero out of his room. “It’s my first time meeting her!”

“I don’t give a fuck. You’ve pissed me off,” Kaminari responded, successfully getting Sero out of the way.

“Bye Y/N!” Sero managed to squeeze in as he waved to you while getting maneuvered out of the way.��

You waved and laughed at the two, amused by how similar they were in the chat rooms and in person. Kaminari closed the curtain again, turning back and walking towards his bed. He sat at the edge of the bed, facing you.

“I guess the responsible thing to do would be to tell you to get home since it’s late…” Kaminari stated with a twinge of disappointment in his voice. 

“Hmm… I could just stay the night.”

Kaminari perked up after hearing that. He wanted nothing more than to spend more time with you. He had finally met the girl he had fallen for after over a week of non-stop messaging. But he knew your safety came before everything else. 

“You’re really making this hard, you know?” Kaminari said, feigning a glare at you in which you smiled in response. “But the party’s tomorrow. It already sucks that I have to be here tonight and leave tomorrow. We can’t have our event coordinator be late, too.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” You sighed, glancing down to your lap as you fidgeted with your fingers. “But I wanna stay here with you.”

Kaminari felt like his heart had burst at that moment. He reached out and grabbed your hand, prompting you to look up at him. “I want you to stay, too. More than anything.”

He gave your hand a small squeeze. “After what happened I can’t let you stay here knowing that freak is out there. That Unknown dude might take advantage of you being here and come after us while we’re sleeping. And I won’t be able to live with myself if anything ever happened to you, Y/N.”

Your heart nearly skipped a beat at his words, so much so that it surprised you. How did Kaminari go from strangers just over a week ago to someone you wanted to be close to so desperately.

Kaminari continued rambling on about being conflicted about sending you home but also wanting to spend time with you. However you weren’t paying attention to a single word coming out of his mouth, practically staring a hole into his face from your intense gaze as you were lost in your thoughts. 

Only a few days ago you felt overwhelmed by how quickly you were developing feelings for Kaminari. And after finding out the gravity of the situation he and Sero were in, you felt a fear instilled in you as you worried about his well being. You desperately wanted him to be okay as you were fidgeting anxiously in the taxi ride to the hospital.

And here he was, acting as happy-go-lucky as always as he was concerning himself with your safety after quite literally being impaled in the same night. 

“Hey are you even listening?” Kaminari questioned, noticing the blank stare on your face. 

“Just shut up.”

“What?”

“I’m not waiting for us to be interrupted again.” Before Kaminari could question what you were going on about, you pulled your hand from his grasp, reaching forward and grabbing his face in your palms as you pulled him towards you. You locked your lips over his, taking Kaminari aback as his eyes widened. After registering your bold action, Kaminari wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down onto his lap. 

At that moment, Kaminari didn’t care about anything else. The hacker, the stalker, and even Unknown who had stabbed him only a few hours ago, none of it mattered. He’d take the pain he went through a thousand times over if it meant being with you.

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Tired of Me Yet? [Leona Kingscholar]

Content: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, Happy Birthday Leona!

Pronouns: None

Header: @/kyuu9 on Tumblr

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“Are you tired of him yet?”

You were in Heartslabyul’s lounge, studying for an upcoming exam with the help of Riddle, Trey and Cater (mainly Riddle and Trey).

Cater, who had been scrolling through Magicam, suddenly asked you that question.

“Tired of who?” You knew who he meant, but you decided to play dumb.

“Come on—you know who.” He slung an arm over your shoulder. “I was scrolling through your feed, and like, I see all these cute pictures of you, but none of your boo—”

You rolled your eyes. “You know that he doesn’t care for all that—”

“But what about you? Don’t you care?” He pushed. “I mean—you’re dating a prince!”

You sighed. “So doesn’t that mean that what I’m doing makes sense.”

He nodded. “Sure, sure—but he literally just posted an hour ago.” He shoved his phone on your nose.

The picture was candid, Leona was looking outward to the horizon. His face was relaxed, and his lips were slightly upturned.

You smiled.

“Cater, either get back to studying, or leave.” Riddle scolded him.

“My B, Riddle.” He shifted back into his seat.

You spent the rest of your time thinking about what exactly had Leona smiling like that.

“Okay guys, I’m gonna go now—bye!” It was halfway through lunch, and knew Leona was getting impatient (and so were you, you wanted to see him now).

“You’re deliverin’ his food again?” Jack asked, scratching the back of his head. “Aren’t you tired of doing that for him?”

You frowned. “Is there an issue with me going to spend time with my partner?”

“No, I don’t mean like that. I just mean—”

You cut him off. “The issue is me bringing him the food. Okay, but why wasn’t it an issue when Ruggie did it?”

“Because Ruggie had a motive.” Epel, surprisingly, answered. “He’s got me caught up in that shi—stuff before, too.” He rolled his eyes, frowning bitterly.

“So, I have to have a motive to see my partner?”

“I think what they mean,” Ortho began, “is that they feel like you’re being used by Leona Kingscholar, and they don’t like that.”

Your frown lessened a bit. You guess you understood where they were coming from. Epel knew Leona from Magishift, and from what you’ve heard he could be pretty stringent. Jack knew him as his Dorm Leader, someone who had saved his bushy tail from getting jumped by 30 of his peers, but he did let him get beat on a bit before he stepped in (beat the lesson in his head literally). And Ortho mainly knew him from information gathered online, other students' words-of-mouth testimonies and his brother, Idia’s ramblings and tangents.

You held back a sigh, instead choosing to smile. “I get it. Thanks for worrying about me, but I’m fine—we’re fine.”

Yes, you were fine.

“Alone again?” Your lips flattened at the question.

After your last exam of the day, you decided that you were going to treat yourself to the new drink at the Monstro Lounge.

Or, at least, you were attempting to.

Jade had been suspiciously waiting on you more than the rest of the customers, and you knew that this was for a reason other than good customer service because now Azul had decided to grace you with his presence.

“That Leona Kingscholar, I can’t believe that he would leave you here all by your lonesome…” He placed a hand over his chest. “Aren’t you tired of him, my dear?”

You stood, shoving the thaumarks against his chest. “The drink was wonderful.” You spit, stepping past him, and out the lounge.

You weren’t going to listen to his shit.

“Yo! The party has arrived!” Ace called as he and Deuce entered Ramshackle. After the Halloween incident, Ace had basically bullied Crowley into giving him (and a few trusted others) a spare set of keys.

“Why is it so quiet…?” Deuce wondered as the two entered the common room.

“…with Leona…” Grim answered through a yawn.

Ace groaned, plopping down on the couch. “Lammee. We already had this planned out.”

“Maybe the Perfect forgot?” Deuce supplied. “We did just finish our back-to-back exams.”

“Nah, got a call from Leona…didn’t hear what he said, but …myrah rushed out the door before I could ask.” He rolled over on his back, pawing at his belly. “I’m used to it.”

“Used to it?” Ace raised a brow. “This happen often?”

“Yeah” He shrugged.

“Really? Are you really okay with that, Grim?” Deuce asked, peering over at Grim, whose face truly didn’t give anything away.

“You sure you’re okay with being left here alone so often?” Ace pushed, “Aren’t you tired of that?”

He shrugged. “My hench-human is happy, so I’m happy.” He paused, then smirked wide. “Plus, I was given the okay to eat whatever I wanted. Nyehhehe!”

Deuce sighed and shook his head, while Ace stood, nodding toward the door.

“Well come on then, you can crash with us tonight.” He smirked. “We might even be able to get Trey to make us some sweets.”

“Tired of me yet?” Out of all the people to ask—

You were surprised that it took this long.

You sighed (you had been sighing a lot lately), a bit more huffy than you meant. “No.”

You were currently lounging in Leona’s room after dealing with Rook and Floyd, who had been lingering around the Savanaclaw Mirror. For some reason, the two were more susceptible to your words, so after a short exchange they vacated the area.

Leona, who was laying with his head in your lap (fighting off the rumble in his chest as your fingers carded through his hair), stared at you, but said nothing.

You closed your eyes, scared of looking past the surface of the chartreuse gaze. “Sorry, it’s just… I've been asked that a lot lately.”

“Oh? Small world…” His voice was flat, but your ears didn’t miss the way that it started off breathy. “Well, if that’s the case then—” He started to raise up, but you pushed him back down gently.

“I sent them straight, don't worry. Cater was confused about why we don’t have any pictures up on my Magicam, but I’m okay with that— I know how you don’t like taking pictures like that.

“Jack, Epel and Ortho—well mainly Jack— were worried that me taking food to you was like you were trying to take advantage of me. Like I had become your new Ruggie, but with more benefits.

“And then Azul.” Your lip curled, eyes snapping open. “Fuck him especially.”

“What did he say?” There was an obvious edge to his tone.

You rolled your eyes. “He didn’t say much, but ugh! It’s just the way that he talks—Seven, I wanna punch him.”

“Snrk!” The snort became full-blown laughter that had his chest rumbling. “You’re gonna punch the Cephalo-punk?”

“I just might, yeah.” You nodded at him.

He fell quiet again, gaze searching yours. Then the corners of his mouth dropped, and he sighed.

“There does need to be change.” He sat up, this time with no push back from you. He adjusted himself to face you full, then grabbed your hands. “Do you want pics of us on your Magicam? In general?”

You pursed your lips then nodded. “…I’d like that, yeah.”

“Okay, I can try to do that. I can also come and get my own lunch, but you best believe that I’ll be taking you back out with me.”

You bit your lip, trying to fight the growing smile. “Yeah, that’s fine—Oh! But what about Grim?” Leona raised a brow, so you continued. “I can’t just keep leaving him by himself. He’s basically a kid…”

At the mention of the word ‘kid’ his face scrunched up, he relented regardless. “Yeah, I get it. I guess I can come over there, and—”

“And spend the night? I mean we have been working on those guest rooms, and there’s plenty of them and I think it would be if you—”

Warm, supple lips pressed against your own, making you putty against it.

“Let’s go shopping this weekend for my stuff, alright?”

“Tired of me yet?”

“After all these years?” You paused as you tapped a finger against your lips, the glint of the metal wrapped around it glittering in the morning sun. “Of course not. If anything, I yearn more for you.”

“You are so corny.” He said through a bubble of laughter.

You grabbed his face, gently pulling him to yours, and enveloped him in a kiss.

“Happy birthday, My King.”

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[plooto]

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⊳ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

synopsis . colonel miles quaritch—respected, feared, a machine . now, only bluer and younger the recom was near perfect. that is, until he catches the scent of a younger, field trained scientist. a distraction..but maybe that’s just what this programed machine needs.

warnings . pretty simple chapter , reader hasn’t met quaritch , pinky is reader nickname ,

words . 1.3k

notes . tag lists now open , js shoot me a pm or an ask and i’ll get you added.

you were the last recom to wake. it was.. different. you felt as if you haven’t moved, like you were in a coma. you tried to make your movements as fluid as possible, the tail behind you making things wayy more difficult than it needed to be. curling itself when it shouldn’t have, obnoxiously wrapping itself around your arm, after a bit of time, you grew fond of it, like a little you that couldn’t hold a secret.

they dropped you off at a computer to have you watch a video of you. wait what? you didn’t get much time to process before the video was playing in front of you. you pulled your brows together, confused. it really was you—well, human you.

“ hi! so i’m not sure if you’ve caught on yet, but.. you’re me! surprise ! ” you giggle to the camera, you look around for something to talk about, biting down on your bottom lip.

“ let’s see.. i’m a field trained researcher, and i worked with grace, eywa rest her soul, so..i know quite a bit about the na’vi and their ecological systemm. i know i said i’m field trained, but i only got that because zdog double dared me.. we do not back down from double dares and we don’t break pinkie promises. ” you smile, shaking your head and covering your mouth with the back of your hand to stifle your laugh. commotion in the background made your head turned, only for you to be engulfed in a headlock by your close friend, zdinarsik, but everyone calls her zdog. “ zee! get offf! ” you huffed, trying your hardest to get out of her grip. “ this is all-hmph! recorded y’know. ” zee paused her antics to wave to the camera before messing up your hair sone more before the colonel called her.

“ that’s my closest friend, she knows everything about me.. the things i wouldn’t dare say out loud, she already knows. ” you begin to ramble, you could go on and on about the people in your life, your new life here on pandora. it was absolutely breathtaking—aside from the animals who wanted you to never see the light of day once they get their teeth in you.

“ pinky! pinky, c��mon there’s a time limit on these things! ” you rolled your eyes at parker, calling you by the nickname grace so lovingly bestowed upon you. all because of one pinky promise bet you made to jake! it was simple really..you bet jake that he wouldn’t be able to get his own banshee, and he came back saying if he did, you’d have to go by pinkie around base till the end of time, or pandora is safe for humans. whichever came last that is.

“ wish i could tell you more! take good care of yourself, okay? zee too.. she acts like she doesn’t care, but she does. ” you stood up, holding your little finger to the camera, curling it as if the person on the other side looped it with yours. you blinked a few times before smiling and waving bye to the camera.

you looked around you, watching as more human-na’vi hybrids are pulled from what you assume were incubation tanks. you watched for a little, before you were directed out and onto a ship, headed for pandora. your ears perked up, blindly taking the breathing machine as you looked at the people floating in front of you. they didn’t look much smaller, at least not from your perspective. you strapped the mask over your face as you got on the ship. pulling at the straps securely, you made sure the mask was on tight enough one last time before you dazed off, wondering how much it has changed since you were last there, thankfully, it was a long way down to pandora.

the shift of the ship landing woke you. looking around slightly confused. you’re on pandora. you removed the straps, standing up and stepping out. feeling the heat of the sun against my skin, you stretched your limbs, your tail joining in on the fun.

“ this way, ” you follow behind the humans, leading you to wherever they needed you to go. you didn’t pay attention, you were too busy looking around, eyes landing and scanning everything around you.

“ the general, ” they state, snapping you out of your dazed state, you looked down, seeing a lady already engaged in conversation.

“ general ardmore? ” you spoke softly, not trying to stop their conversation, but just let her know you were here. she turned, bidding farewell to her colleague before fully turning to you.

“ y’n l’n, good to see you. ” you sat down on your knees before saluting. looking down so far hurt your neck..

“ we’ve brought you back to continue the avatar program. we want better avatars. with your research and you being the one to work under the late grace, you’ll be overseeing and ensuring our avatars are in the best shape. ” i nod once,

“ great. where can i set up? ” you say, pulling yourself to stand, gripping the straps of your backpack.

“ easy there, you’ve gotta learn your own avatar body first. ” your face turned a little darker, embarrassed that you missed that after working with the previous avatars.

“ right, thank you, general. ” you nod once, excusing yourself to find your room. getting in, you took a moment to look around. it wasn’t much, a bed, table and a bathroom. talking a breath, you settled, dropping your bag at the foot of the bed and plopping on the bed which was surprisingly soft. you groan, your lower back thanking you for giving it a rest. a soft chime rang through your room, confused you sit up. another chime. inwardly whining, you got up, opening the door only to be tackled in a bone crushing grip.

“ oh it’s really you! dude, took ya long enough! ” the much taller avatar pulled away from you, grin on their face, chewing gum. your brows pulled together, your mind putting together the puzzle pieces. your face lit up, jaw dropping and voice raising a pitch,

“ zee? ” she nods, bringing her hand to mess up your unruly hair. grinning, you threw your arms around her middle, tail swishing excitedly behind you. she laughed,

“ heard you had to go do some motor tests, so i opted to help ya, took the colonel forever to a king request though. ” she shrugged. you pulled back, telling her you needed to change, you turned, opting for some shorts and a cropped shirt they had for you in a bag.

“ ready? ” you turned to her, pulling your hair and kuru out of your shirt. she nods, gesturing for you to follow her. walking next to her, you jogged every now and again to keep up with her long strides. passing other avatars you concluded you were definitely irregular height. at 8 feet tall, you definitely we’re definitely an anomaly..

“ pinky! ” you jumped, head snapping up to zee, who just shook her head, pressing a flat hand to your forehead, you closed an eye, ears falling flat against your head, “ get outta ya head, you’re short, no biggie. just means you’ll be able to move faster. ” she smirked at you, looping an arm around your shoulder as the two of you reached a large room with various numbers of equipment and obstacles.

“ hope you’re ready cos ‘m not going to go easy on you, ” you huffed, pulling your hair into a makeshift bun before following her to the first piece of equipment.

published . september 28 , 2023

[lady-potato-ninja]

Prowling the inbox like a half tame thing, just confessing that I saw your art tutorials and was like "Neat!" and then saw the potato in the name and that clinched it for me <3 /origin story sharing for free!

Anyway! I'm asking you to this dance of an ask game, because I enjoy the stories in the tags you write and then I was like, there is a function built in for being more candid~ Please tell me more lady-potato-ninja lore, as they say. ^^ Referring to this post here: >> https://www.tumblr.com/shreedle/762344461629112320?source=share <<

🧠🌂👀🌹 Okay bye! See you on the dashboard!

Ah 🙈🙈🙈 I'm so glad you liked my tutorials! I am actually in the mist of making a new one on how to better your artistic workflow! I'm not done yet- still trying to make it make sense but I hope it might help you in some way once it's out😉!

🧠- What fictional character do you relate to the most?

I’m gonna be extra because you said you liked my rambling and go for more than one character. I’ve mostly been into podcast fandoms thus far and it feels like those characters were really easy to relate to.

Mollymauk Tealeaf from Critical Role: I learned so much about myself throught this character. He’s the embodiment of change and self-love and just living life the way you want it. I was very envious of the joyful way he lived his life and it stayed with me long after I stopped watching Critical Role and I feel like now I got to this point where I love myself and the multitude ways in which I change everyday.

Martin Blackwood from the Magnus Archive: I think we’re awfully similar; in a made from the same cloth kind of way. He’s a very attentive character who tries his best to provide help, care and support to the people around him and it’s something I pride myself to do as well, one of my friends said I was an approachable person and I wear this quality as a badge of honor. I strive to be a kind-hearted person.

At a time, I was also really relating to his loneliness which I sometimes still am. Hearing about how he felt made me realise that I felt the same about me. And it actually made me take care of myself more because I couldn’t let such a deep sadness continue on in me! But don’t fret, now I’m a much happier person and I feel like it’s in part because of him, weirdly enough.  

Jang Hee-Soo from the kdrama Moving: This kdrama is so good and it really struck a chord with me for multiple reasons but mostly because I had never seen a media better portray the relationship between a parent and their child.

With her dad, Jang Hee-Soo sees what he does for her and his sacrifices and she understands him, she takes the time to know her dad as a person more than just a parental figure and she tries to give back and sacrifice what she can to help him. I feel like it’s the same way I love and cherish my parents. I see myself in the careful way she takes care of him while supporting his dreams and cheering him on. (It honestly made me cry and that’s why I haven’t finished this series yet I KEEP CRYING!)

She also has this whole motif about rage that really speaks to me. A part of me is like a fire that is inextinguishable and she’s the same.

Special mention to Hong Cha-young from Vincenzo because my gf said I was like her > The style, the goofiness and the evil not evilness🙈

🌂- You have to choose three fiction characters to help you survive in the apocalypse, who are you picking?

Senshi from delicious in dungeon: I need someone who knows enough about fauna and flora to know which plants/animal parts are good to eat in the wild and which ones are poisonous! I know how to cook and bake well enough but not enough to utilize everything in the best way and how to keep food well stocked. I feel like we would get along well plus he would remind me to actually eat and drink which is fairly important.

Aragorn from LOTR: Having a ranger in the team is essential because I lack most of what he has to offer and while Senshi might cover a similar ground, I feel like Aragorn would be helpful in many other ways such as, finding/creating shelter and keeping us from getting lost. He would be longing for his wife; I would be longing for my wife; we would be partners in long lost love stories.

Doctor Mccoy from Star Trek: I know how to give first aid + CPR, take care of burn wounds and other small wounds but in this situation, I feel like a real doctor should be a part of the team. Plus, Bones is used to critical situations with the amount of bathshit crazy things happening on the enterprise and he quickly adapts to changes. He also has great bedside manners so if I end up dying well at least my last moments will be nice lol. I almost forgot his massive balls of steel – this man is unshakable!

I think we would make the dream team: I know how to fish, mend/make (bad) clothes, bake and cook, ect. And three out of four of us know how to fight: I am a green belt in karate + I can throw handheld axes; Senshi has his axe + his shield/cauldron and Aragorn got his sword skills. I mean we’re pretty much covered in terms of leadership, nutrition, health, living quarters, troc strategies and defense… We could survive this!

👀 -Most tame ship you enjoy

Daisuga? Maybe? It’s very soft, they’re basically already married at this point lol. It’s a sweet, no conflict ship!

🌹 - What's a small fanbase you're a part of?

Gekkan Shojo Nozai kun: I watch this every summer and I can’t wait to see more if there’ll ever be more…. It’s just such a charming and chaotic show! The characters all have hilarious gimmicks that make them so endearing and you just want to see them succeed. It’s honestly really worth the watch if you haven’t seen it already!

Professor Layton: I think about replaying the games every other week < I could ‘cause I still have my DS and multiple games but I want to be able to cast it on the TV so I can play with my gf or watch her play!

[artiststarme]

What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 3

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I'm still surprised that people are interested in this but hey, if you want more, I'll keep writing more! Thanks again for all of your nice comments. I think I managed to tag everyone that wanted to be tagged. If not, let me know and I will tag you in the next part!

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Steve called his mom on his fourth day of being in the city. He had already used his charm to secure a job at a preppy coffee shop in downtown Chicago. And he had put her name down as a reference in an effort to secure the studio apartment located above the shop. She seemed surprised that he had stayed in touch, despite him telling her he would. Regardless, she remained engaged throughout their admittedly short conversation and told him about his friends visiting the house. And wasn’t that a baffle. He hadn’t expected anyone to notice his absence, much less go to look for him at all. Maybe that meant that he could still be of use to them despite him acting hastily. 

Later that day, he called Dustin from his motel room phone. Mrs. Henderson answered and told him that Dustin was at the Wheeler’s house playing DnD. She asked if Steve wanted to leave a message but he declined and said his goodbyes. He didn’t want to bother Dustin if he was going about his typical routine. Maybe his mom was wrong about them worrying about him?

He called Family Video next to speak to Robin. Steve was not mad at his best friend, he was happy for her. She was finally in a happy relationship, she was spending time with family, and she was aiming to go away to college in the fall. Even still, their growing distance stung. She had better things to worry about than some dumb jock that dragged her into the nasty Upside down business. But man, talking to his best friend after being entirely alone for a little while sounded pretty damn good. 

“Hello, Family Video, how can I help you?” Robin answered with bored inflection. 

“Hey Robs, it's Steve.”

He heard a clatter over the phone before she hurriedly responded, “oh my god, Steve? What the hell, Steve. Where are you? I leave town for four days and you fall off the face of the planet. Jesus Christ, are you okay?”

Steve smiles at her familiar rambling and lets out a happy sigh. “I’m alright. How was your grandma?”

He hears an angry grumble and hardly has time to brace himself before she releases her worried wrath. “We are not talking about my grandma, Steve! We’re going to talk about you. About how you left town without telling anyone after avoiding everyone for months and getting kicked out by your parents. What the fuck, Steve! Why wouldn’t you come to one of us? We could’ve helped you.”

“I’m fine.”

“Bullshit Steve!” He full-body flinched at the venomous word. “People that are fine do not run away from town without telling any of their friends!”

Steve rolled his eyes and huffed, “I’m surprised anyone even noticed.”

There was a moment of silence in which Robin stared at Eddie with the phone held between them. Thinking she may have hung up, Steve pulled the phone away from his ear to look at it before asking quietly, “hello?”

Eddie spoke then in a subdued and quiet tone, “why wouldn’t we have noticed, Steve?”

Steve blinked in shock. He hadn’t realized that Eddie was there. This was too much, too quick. Apparently his friends had noticed he was gone and were offended he left without telling them. What the fuck. 

“No one has wanted me around for weeks! I’ve been alone for months and the only time someone reached out, it was for a ride or to borrow money for the arcade. No one even talked to me unless I reached out first. So, I didn’t think it would be a big deal if I left. I didn’t realize anyone would notice.”

Robin or Eddie made a strange keening sound before Eddie spoke into the phone. “Steve, you’re our friend. Of course we noticed, man. Where are you now?”

Steve let out a derisive laugh of disbelief, “some friends, man. You don’t even like me. I have to go. Bye.”

He placed the phone back in its cradle and laughed humorlessly. How dare they say they cared now that he was gone? Their actions certainly didn’t show it. Some revelations have been made since Spring Break. He knew they were his friends but he definitely wasn’t theirs. So much for staying in touch. That’s on him for being hopeful he mattered to someone. 

~*~*~*~

“No, no, no, Steve!” Robin yelled into the phone but Steve had already hung up. Tears bled from her eyes as she realized just how much she had messed up with her best friend. She cried as she watched the phone, waiting for Steve to call back.

Eddie looked stricken on the other side of the counter where he held the phone in front of him, unseeing eyes clouded and looking into the distance. He set the phone back on the cradle and settled his elbows on the counter before letting his face fall into his hands. Of all the things Steve could have said, Eddie had not been expecting him to say he thought Eddie didn’t like him. He might love the guy. He had blown things out of proportion though and his attempts at protecting his own heart had broken Steve’s. 

Robin looked up at Eddie through her eyelashes, tears still dripping down her face. “How are we going to fix this, Eddie? He’s my best friend. He can’t just be gone.”

Eddie stressfully ran a hand through his unruly curls as he sighed. “I don’t know. How did we not realize it had gotten so bad?”

“I don’t know, it’s Steve! He’s always there, he’s just… Steve. He’s never not okay,” Robin said, gesturing as if to motion to Steve’s ‘okayness’.

“Apparently not! But what do we do now? The Chief said he couldn’t file a missing persons report because he left of his own damn free will. What else can we do?” 

Robin just shook her head and turned to help a customer ready to check out at the counter. Both her and Eddie made a silent promise to themselves. They were going to fix this somehow.

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[hana-bobo-finch]

fresh new intro post because I cannot make one I am satisfied with for the life of me!

what is this some kind of woke agenda

HELLOOOOO call me Hana, welcome to my silly goofy blog.

• she/they, depends on the day but generally either one is fine!!!

• I mostly post pikmin and bug fables related stuff here but will often yap about other things or just random thoughts I have. Those posts being tagged with “not a pikmin post” (or “not bug fables���) if you wish to block those out!

• I’m open to doing art trades/requests, provided I have the time! Feel free to send in an ask or DM if you have any art ideas or suggestions, though I will NOT accept NSFW, ship art (most of the time), heavy violence (some is alright) or any sort of inappropriate stuff even if not blatantly nsfw

• I YAP A LOT so here are tags I often use if you need to sort through the nonsense I spew out:

Not a pikmin post. As mentioned before this is generally used for posts that aren’t pikmin related, though I sometimes forget it so it’s not a perfect way to filter things

Art. Straightforward! This is what I use for my art. Pretty broad tag but if you’re just here for the drawings and stuff, best to look through that tag. Reblogs of other people’s art will be tagged under other’s art.

Horn strobe. This is the tag for my long-form pikmin comic! Full thing can be found here (CURRENTLY ON HIATUS EEEWWWWW)

PDBC. ah, pumpkin daddy’s book club. this tag’s for my goofy little…stuff. Ocs, world building, such things like that. Also the occasional ramble about roots (I have a huge post about that, I am so insane abt it) highly recommend blocking it out if you are just here for the pikmin and bug fables………..

Pikmin hcs. For when I ramble on about Pikmin headcanons.

My goofy writing. For my writing/links to ao3. Speaking of which:

• I have an AO3 account, funleaflingfincg. I’m not terribly active on there but I do post occasionally. I’m also open to writing suggestions or requests though it’s much less likely I’ll get to them sooooo

• other miscellaneous things I like include but are not limited to: gravity falls, paper mario, olivia rodrigo, the hunger games, pokemon, history, veterinary sciences

• I also like making music! I’m not good at it mind you but I still like doing it. Perhaps I’ll post it someday but for now it remains in the void that is my head.

• If I come across as rude or weird I PROMISE I am not trying to, I am just socially incompetent even on the hellsite that is tumblr.com 🔥🔥 I like people I swear, speaketh to me if so desired!!!

oKAY bye

[yaoirotic]

glub glub glub welcum 2 my blog known as yaoirotic, side blog to my main @spideypawz

Summary of this intro post:

I’m Malik. I’m 15, I like homestuck, hip hop, and some other things! Hope u enjoy my blog.

OK NOW FOR THE LONG VERISON:

My names Malik, but most just call me spidey. Or spider. I don’t really care if you call me either of those three names. I love drawing, writing (occasionally), editing, and rambling about things that pique my interest. Which is mostly just art related stuff.

I really really really like homestuck, I’m absolutely enthralled by it and I’d like to share stuff I make in relations to it. But I also like other things such as the Sonic franchise (I also really really really like sonic), Music (I really really really like music, especially hip-hop.) Spider-Man (obviously), TMNT, FNAF, South Park, Welcome Home, Art Commentary, Moral Orel, Cookie-Run, etc.

This is just the blog I use to ramble about things so it doesn't take up my main.

And also doodles, I don't draw a lot so I try to produce more doodles

ok lightning round: my fave homestuck things

Fav Beta Kid: rose. next question.

Fav Alpha Kid: jake. next question.

Fav Beta Trolls: vriska & aradia.

Fav Dancestor: meenah

Before you interact…

- i reblog things like…..a lot

- any homophobic jokes I may make are ironic, I don’t support actual homophobia.

- I only put TWs for serious subjects (i.e, SA, racism, transphobia, homophobia, etc.) and also flash warnings. If your trigger is uncommon then tumblrs great tagging system will be your best friend, otherwise I advise you to tread lightly.

- i unironically like broadway homestuck and it wrecked my Spotify wrapped a little bit

that’s about it! if you actually read allat thanks! I greatly appreciate it.

You can find me at @spideypawz for actually finished artwork, and also under the #spideypawz tag. For my random thoughts you can find me under #spideythoughts!! For my doodles, look under #spideydoodles. for now feel free to stick around for the doodles and rambling. Bye!!!

(Oh yeah here r my other socials)

- @spideypawz_ on twt

- @spideypawz on insta

- @spideypawz on spacehey

And I think that’s about it? Okay bye for real

[bonesandthebees]

okay hi i’m just a little neurodivergent fellow who associates shit w other shit (i’m the call me what u like + stars person) and i’m rewatching the sam and colby wilbur george ghost hunt video and like 50 minutes in for the estes method spirit box my brain was just like pYTHIA????? my guy straight up blindfolded and interpreting a spirit box lol

same energy as the amazon video uk stream with jack and wilbur where they were blindfolded and had mystery boxes and the chat was like SIREN???? which.. i remember watching live like guys pls… lots of people don’t want fic brought up why is the entire chat this but like besides the fact that it was obnoxious and the ENTIRE chat like they weren’t wrong i just wish they were more quietly not wrong lol

but idk if you’re one of the people who doesn’t want fic brought up to cc’s but i know a lot of people don’t and personally i wouldn’t either lol anyway hi sorry for rambling again!! once again i am just a little guy who connects shit to shit and now bye i’m gonna finish rewatching the video :) i hope u have a lovely evening/day

lmao yeah I saw some people making a siren joke with that screenshot of wilbur doing the estes method in the sam and colby video

the amazon video uk stream... that I remember so clearly because I wasn't watching it, but suddenly my twitter notifs just started blowing up and i opened it to see dozens of people tagging me in screenshots of wilbur in the blindfold with the caption 'SIREN?!' tbh I just found that really funny

also, yes, I'm one of those people that doesn't want fic brought up to cc's but when clinic blew up I pretty much just accepted it was going to happen no matter what. then this happened:

which was arguably one of the most Mornings of my entire life. I'd literally gone out to a lesbian bar the night before so i was hungover and woke up at 6 am to my phone blowing up bc of that so that was. a time.

also when wilbur posted hitting on 16/the wilbur van on ao3, for a very long time clinic was right above it in kudos. so I had already assumed he was at least somewhat aware of my fic because he would've seen it sitting above his own (since he straight up bragged on stream once about how many kudos it had meaning he did look at the rankings)

so like. no I don't want my fic being brought up to cc's but also with clinic it's already happened lmao so I don't really care. it's out of my control so if it happens it happens. as long as people aren't asking cc's to read it or spamming the link I'm kind of just like oh well

at the very least, when clinic blew up and I realized it was very likely going to get seen by cc's I was relieved bc out of my fics at the time clinic was the one I was the most 'okay' with cc's encountering. I didn't like it, but I was like well it could be worse

[the-travelling-witch]

Hello :) so like i love your work sm and honestly just wanted to say you are absolutly awsome and ehsbhehswhs you are so good like omg teach me

Anyway

Other than proclaming my love to your fics and you i had a request to be added to the uh genshin tag list cause like a good fic is hard to find but a good witer is even harder and i've found myself an awsome writer

(okay i'm rambling too much now sorry BYE YOU'RE AWSOME)

hi love!! thank you so much, your comments literally make my day ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾

i feel so honoured to hear you say that!! also there’s not much to teach, i normally don’t think too hard about my stories (except for a certain childe angst, it’s still my precious baby), i just open google docs and go ham!!

i’ll add you right away but little disclaimer: i’m so volatile with my schedule, i can’t predict my uploads either hshsh

you can never ramble too much!! i love reading all your thoughts!! askbox is always open for simping, hcs, whatever your mind comes up with basically!!

YOU’RE AWESOME TOO!! THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING WRITERS, IT LITERALLY MEANS SO MUCH TO HEAR POSITIVE WORDS!! <3

[paleobaby]

Welcome to Paleobaby! A blog dedicated mainly too agere and nonhuman alter rambling, stim boards, etc with a big theme of dinosaurs! This blog is run by Chompy (aka Archie) and Hathcling (aka Fae).

Hatchling’s intro

✨🍼Hi hi!!! My name Fae (she/her) I am a little/ age regressor! I will mostly be posting agere stuff, everyday life stuff from when I’m regressed, aesthetics stuff, and anything else I think of. My posts will all be marked with -Hatchling or if I feelin lazy, sparkles!! ✨✨✨✨ hehe. Okay chompy time bye bye now :) 🍼✨

Chompy’s intro

Hiya! My name is Archie (they/it) but I’ll be marking my posts with -Chompy and adding the tag #DeinoDiary. I am a nonhuman alter in a DID system and I am Fae’s mate and caretaker. I focus mostly on posting about everyday life, my stuff/personal posts, clothing/self care/room decore or aesthetics.

We are open to asks and requests for stim boards, little self care kits, little (or big) fashion kits, pronoun suggestions, stim suggestions, name suggestions, etc.

⚠️This is a purely sfw blog please follow the DNI ⚠️

[alieinthemorning]

Tired of Me Yet? | Leona Kingscholar

Content: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, Happy Birthday Leona!

Pronouns: None

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don't forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

“Are you tired of him yet?” 

You were in Heartslabyul’s lounge, studying for an upcoming exam with the help of Riddle, Trey and Cater (mainly Riddle and Trey). 

Cater, who had been scrolling through Magicam, suddenly asked you that question. 

“Tired of who?” You knew who he meant, but you decided to play dumb.

“Come on—you know who.” He slung a hand over your shoulder. “I was scrolling through your feed, and like, I see all these cute pictures of you, but none of your boo—”

You rolled your eyes. “You know that he doesn’t care for all that—”

“But what about you? Don’t you care?” He pushed. “I mean—you’re dating a prince!”

You sighed. “So doesn’t that mean that what I’m doing makes sense.” 

He nodded. “Sure, sure—but he literally just posted an hour ago.” He shoved his phone on your nose.

The picture was candid, Leona was looking outward to the horizon. His face was relaxed and his lips were slightly upturned. 

You smiled. 

“Cater, either get back to studying or leave.” Riddle scolded him. 

“My B, Riddle.” He shifted back into his seat. 

You spent the rest of your time thinking about what exactly had Leona smiling like that. 

“Okay guys, I’m gonna go now—bye!” It was halfway through lunch and knew Leona was getting impatient (and so were you, you wanted to see him now).

“You’re deliverin’ his food again?” Jack asked, scratching the back of his head. “Aren’t you tired of doing that for him?” 

You frowned. “Is there an issue with me going to spend time with my partner?” 

“No, I don’t mean like that. I just mean—” 

You cut him off. “The issue is me bringing him the food. Okay, but why wasn’t it an issue when Ruggie did it?”

“Because Ruggie had a motive.” Epel, surprisingly, answered. “He’s got me caught up on shi—stuff before.” He rolled his eyes, frowning bitterly. 

“So, I have to have a motive to see my partner?”

“I think what they mean,” Ortho began, “is that they feel like you’re being used by Leona Kingscholar and they don’t like that.”

Your frown lessened a bit. You guess you understood where they were coming from. Epel knew Leona from Magishift, and from what you’ve heard he could be pretty stringent. Jack knew him as his Dorm Leader, someone who had saved his bushy tail from getting jumped by 30 of his peers, but he did let him get beat on a bit before he stepped in (beat the lesson in his head literally). And Ortho mainly knew him from information gathered online, other students' words-of-mouth testimonies and his brother, Idia’s ramblings and tangents. 

You held back a sigh, instead choosing to smile. “I get it. Thanks for worrying about me, but I’m fine—we’re fine.” 

Yes, you were fine. 

“Alone again?” Your lips flattened at the question. 

After your last exam of the day, you decided that you were going to treat yourself to the new drink at the Monstro Lounge.

Or at least you were attempting to. 

Jade had been suspiciously waiting on you more than the rest of the customers, and you knew that this was for some other reason than good customer service because now Azul had decided to grace you with his presence. 

“That Leona Kingscholar, I can’t believe that he would leave you here all by your lonesome…” He placed a hand over his chest. “Aren’t you tired of him, my dear?”

You stood, shoving the thaumarks against his chest. “The drink was wonderful.” You spit, stepping past him and out the lounge. 

You weren’t going to listen to his shit. 

“Yo! The party has arrived!” Ace called as he and Deuce entered Ramshackle. After the Halloween incident, Ace had basically bullied Crowley into giving him (and a few trusted others) a spare set of keys.

“Why is it so quiet…?” Deuce wondered as the two entered the common room. 

“...with Leona…” Grim answered through a yawn. 

Ace groaned, plopping down on the couch. “Lammee. We already had this planned out.”

“Maybe the Perfect forgot?” Deuce supplied. “We did just finish our back-to-back exams.” 

“Nah, got a call from Leona…didn’t hear what he said, but …myrah rushed out the door before I could ask.”  He rolled over on his back, pawing at his belly. “I’m used to it.” 

“Used to it?” Ace raised a brow. “This happen often?” 

“Yeah” He shrugged. 

“Really? Are you really okay with that, Grim?” Deuce asked, peering over at Grim whose face truly didn’t give anything away.

“You sure you’re okay with being left here alone so often?” Ace pushed, “Aren’t you tired of that?”

He shrugged. “My hench-human is happy, so I’m happy.” He paused, then smirked wide. “Plus I was given the okay to eat whatever I wanted. Nyehhehe!” 

Deuce sighed and shook his head while Ace stood, nodding toward the door. 

“Well come on then, you can crash with us tonight.” He smirked. “We might even be able to get Trey to make us some sweets.”

“Tired of me yet?” Out of all the people to ask—

You were surprised that it took this long. 

You sighed (you had been sighing a lot lately), a bit more huffy than you meant. “No.”

You were currently lounging in Leona’s room after dealing with Rook and Floyd who had been lingering around the Savanaclaw Mirror. For some reason the two were more susceptible to your words, so after a short exchange they vacated the area. 

Leona, who was laying with his head in your lap (fighting off the rumble in his chest as your fingers carded through his hair), stared at you, but said nothing. 

You closed your eyes, scared of looking past the surface of the chartreuse gaze. “Sorry, it’s just ...I've been asked that a lot lately.” 

“Oh? Small world…” His voice was flat, but your ears didn’t miss the way that it started off breathy. “Well, if that’s the case then—” He started to raise up, but you pushed him back down gently. 

“I sent them straight, don't worry. Cater was confused about why we don’t have any pictures up on my Magicam, but I’m okay with that— I know how you don’t like taking pictures like that.

“Jack, Epel and Ortho—well mainly Jack— was worried that me taking food to you was like you were trying to take advantage of me. Like I had become your new Ruggie, but with more benefits.

“And then Azul.” Your lip curled, eyes snapping open. “Fuck him especially.” 

“What did he say?” There was an obvious edge to his tone. 

You rolled your eyes. “He didn’t say much, but ugh! It’s just the way that he talks—oh I wanna punch him.”

“Snrk!” The snort became full blown laughter that had his chest rumbling. “You’re gonna punch, Cephalo-punk?”

“I just might, yeah.” You nodded at him.

He fell quiet again, gaze searching yours. Then the corners of his mouth dropped and he sighed. 

“There does need to be change.” He sat up, this time with no push back from you. He adjusted himself to face you full then grabbed your hands. “Do you want pics of us on your Magicam? In general?” 

You pursed your lips then nodded. “...I’d like that yeah.” 

“Okay I can try to do that. I can also come and get my own lunch, but you best believe that I’ll be taking you back out with me.” 

You bit your lip, trying to fight up the growing smile. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Oh! But what about Grim?” Leona raised a brow, so you continued. “I can’t just keep leaving him by himself. He’s basically a kid…”

At the mention of the word ‘kid’ his face scrunched up, he relented regardless. “Yeah, I get it. I guess I can come over there and—”

“And spend the night? I mean we have been working on those guest rooms and there’s plenty of them and I think it would be if you—” 

Warm, supple lips pressed against your own, making you putty against it. 

“Let’s go shopping this weekend for my stuff, alright?” 

“Tired of me yet?”

“After all these years?” You paused as you tapped a finger against your lips, the glint of the metal wrapped around it glittering in the morning sun. “Of course not. If anything, I yearn more for you.” 

“You are so corny.” He said through a bubble of laughter.

You grabbed his face, gently pulling him to yours and enveloped him in a kiss. 

“Happy birthday, My King.”

Y'ALL ALREADY KNEW THAT I HAD TO WRAP AROUND (WRAP. AROUND.) TO THE FOREVERMORE SERIES

I didn't mean to tho. I meant to just keep this in the present, but King Leona bullied his way into this.

Anyway, ion where this is in the timeline (is there even a timeline), but this happened at some point ig lol

Uh anyway-anyway,

Happy birthday, stink!

I GOT HIM I GOT HIM I GOT HIM AAAAAAAAA (I almost got all the standard Leona cards actually...)

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

[my-brains-a-mess]

I am going to making something awful because I’m bored

I’m going to tag this with the first thing that comes up for every letter of the alphabet (and the first word starts with that letter of the alphabet, not just uses it at one point)

Just because why not

Okay so I was going to put this in the tags but then I ran out so it’s going here instead:

What I learned is it favors what you’ve already tagged, but if you’ve never tagged something starting with that letter it gives you any tag where you have used that letter at all anywhere. And after that it’s just random shit other people have tagged at some point. I don’t think it goes by who you follow or what you like cause I didn’t recognize one of the tags and got a few fandoms I never see stuff for but I guess maybe the people I follow also follow that stuff and they just never reblog it?? Idk, seems unlikely, so I’m guessing it’s by how often the tag is used in all of tumblr.

Did I learn anything? Not really, I already had a good idea that’s how it worked

Was it fun? Um, kinda, but I could generally guess the outcome. There were some fandoms I’ve never posted in (like Batman, K-pop, etc) so it was kinda interesting to see what they suggest. Also got to revisit some of my random tags which was exciting. And some random one word tags I’ve never used.

Was it worth it? Sure cause it only took a few minutes, but also it was very stupid and predictable

Would this have been more fun if I used long rambly tags more? Definitely, so if one good thing comes out if this it would be I’ll probably do that more

Why? I have no idea, and it didn’t take as long as I though so it’s still bored

10/10 idea, no notes, great job brain

I don’t know where I was going with this so bye now I guess