#oof tumblr a joke.

[davnittbraes]

Why I Wrote TWILE

I just want to be clear, I’m not posting this looking for sympathy or criticism or any particular kind of attention. To be honest, I’m posting this because my therapist told me I should try being emotionally vulnerable in a safe space, which like, gross but whatever fine I’ll do it, she’s the expert I guess. 

Fine. I’m also doing this for myself. 

I guess I love self-torture. 

OKAY FINE yes I’m doing this because I want to and I’m serious, no sarcasm or deflecting jokes. 

Just me. Being emotionally vulnerable. 🤮. 

Tagging a few lovely people who have supported me and this story since the beginning or very nearly. I don’t expect you to read this, every word or at all, I just wanted to share this part of myself to better communicate why your support means so much to me, if you choose to read it. ❤️ you all

TW for depression and suicidal thoughts. Sorry 😅

@leithatnight @shirks-all-responsibilities @katareyoudrilling @ah-prick24

And if she ever crosses over to the hellsite from AO3, NumaNerraNerra.

*****

I wrote the first words of what would become The World Is Light, Embodied almost two years ago. 

I remember it very clearly. It’s one of those singular points in your life that stick to the walls of your memory, just as bright and fresh as when it happened, playing on repeat so every time you walk by it’s right there for you to watch. I’ve done that countless times now, wondering over the significance of that moment, trying to figure out why it’s so different from all the other moments of my life, especially all those moments when I wrote other stories. 

What made this one moment, this one story, so special that the memory of starting it stands out? Why does it feel like in that moment there was a shift in my very existence when life started moving in a different direction?

I’ve examined it from every possible angle trying to find the answer. 

It was around 1am. I was laying in bed, unable to sleep as I waited for what I knew would be another trip to the hospital that night. My ex-husband (though at the time we were married) has a heart disease that was slowly killing him, with no cure or treatment in sight, and for most of 2020 and 2021 we were at the hospital at least once a night. 

Well, he was at the hospital. 

It was in the middle of the pandemic, hospitals weren’t allowing any visitors, so the most I could do was drop him off at the ER doors, sit in the parking lot and wait for someone to call me. To tell me either he was all right, or he… wasn’t. If they even happened to get my number in the middle of the chaos.

That particular night, as I lay there listening to my ex grab what few minutes of sleep he could get before his heart woke him up again, I was letting my thoughts drift, picking through whatever floated to the surface of my mind, and for some reason (probably because I’m a giant SW nerd) I started piecing apart the first season of The Mandalorian, contemplating the character of Din Djarin and how beautifully complex and layered he is, how conflicted and tragic, yet despite that, a character who eventually finds some sort of happiness. 

S1 is when Din is shoved into situations where he has no choice but to make decisions. Should he betray the Guild to rescue the child? Should he take the child into his care? Should he seek help from others outside of his covert and trust people who may learn things to use against him? Ultimately, those decisions force him to face his past, present and future, and begin to discover who he truly is. 

I didn’t really see the connection then, but I think I was drawn to him because of that - here was a character who had been through so much, had shut down emotionally and forced the entire galaxy out, focused on his obligations to avoid dealing with his own pain, yet somehow, he found a tiny spark of light in the darkness. He found hope. Because he made choices that led him down a path where he could see that light. 

But the thing that drew me to him the most was the conflict of his obligation to his people - to others - and his need for self-fulfillment. Because they weren’t one and the same. 

He was morally committed to his creed but despite what he thought, it did not truly fulfill him, give him the sense of purpose that he was seeking. This is what resonated the most with me. 

Because as my ex-husband was fighting for his life, as I was sitting in parking lots at all hours of the day waiting for that phone call, as I was working every spare minute at my full-time job to pay the bills but also struggling to keep our owner-operated business from going under, as I was stumbling along the dark path with no hope in sight, I was thinking of divorce. 

And I was so deeply, unshakeably ashamed. 

Things hadn’t been good between us for years. We were never great together, playing off each other’s negative traits until it quickly became toxic, then outright abusive. But we cared about each other, and we were following those steps that we were told we should - find a partner, get married, settle down. So we did the whole song and dance, trying all the tricks to make it work - moved cities several times for a “fresh start,” bought a house, tried and failed to have kids, opened a business to, for me at least, fill that void that children might have, thinking working together to grow a business would make our relationship stronger.

But if the foundation is weak, it doesn’t matter what you build. It will always crumble, given time. 

There was no precise moment when I realized I needed to leave him. It’s like it was bubbling beneath the surface of my awareness for a long time, a familiar background hum, so when it finally came to the forefront there was no epiphany. Just a tired, defeated acknowledgment of that truth. 

I started making plans. Thinking about how I could get out, how I could save up money - all of our banking accounts were shared - and where I could go. I started planning out how I was going to tell him. 

And I began trying to bolster my self-confidence, reassure myself that I could do this, I could get out and I could make a life for myself that didn’t feel so dark and heavy. 

It took several months for me to finally start believing that rhetoric. 

Then I began looking at ads for apartments, subtly weeding through my belongings to get ready to pack, gearing myself up for the moment when I would say those words out loud and finally take the next step in my life. 

Shortly after, he almost died, the first time. 

Everything else was pushed aside as we worked through appointments and tests and procedures. Processed possible diagnoses, the implications of such.

But it was still there, in my mind, that understanding of how unhealthy our relationship really was, how desperately I needed to get out of it, through the months and eventually years of waiting for an official diagnosis.  

And what was I going to do, leave this human being who had been my partner for 10 years at a time when he was facing that deeply intrinsic fear we can all relate to?

An early death. A life incomplete. 

Even though I wanted to leave him, I still cared about him. I loved him, just not in a way that was healthy. 

So we stayed together.

As he struggled with facing his own mortality, I fought with overwhelming shame and anxiety and anger. I was furious with myself for wanting a new life while he was trying to hold onto his. What right did I have to wish for more when he was going through so much, when he needed me most? It was nauseating, every time the thought of leaving him crossed my mind. 

Which it did. Often. 

Because our crumbling foundation was not strong enough to hold up under the strain of such a serious health issue, a business that went under due to so many reasons out of our control, a global pandemic that shoved fear directly into our hearts and minds daily. We were both angry at everything, angry at the life we had thought we wanted giving us so much pain. And we took it out on each other. 

The fighting became almost non-stop, increasingly cruel and emotionally damaging. I fell into a deep depression, started searching for other ways out. Started thinking about how easy suicide would be compared to the pain of my day to day. 

I’d had suicidal thoughts before, throughout my life. And I’ve learned how insidious they are, how they can tempt so enticingly. But I’ve also learned that’s not something I truly want for myself. I rejected them as best I could. 

It wasn’t easy, though. Not when the aspects of my life that had sparked those thoughts into existence were still there. 

It only made me desperate to leave, but I was trapped by my obligation to him, my guilt and shame, and I could do nothing but rage and hate myself for even thinking of leaving him. 

And on that night almost two years ago, when I lay in bed thinking about Din Djarin who carried so much pain, about this character who was trapped in a life he never asked for and chained to vows he didn’t understand the implications of when he spoke them, how he managed to find something that gave him hope, suddenly Tionas came into being. 

This character who, like Din, had suffered and struggled and lost, but somehow found the strength to keep going. Like him, her life was day by day, pulled in different directions but never in the direction they truly needed to achieve happiness. Until they met each other. 

And I started writing. Ducked under the covers to avoid the light of my phone waking up my ex-husband - not only to avoid waking him, but also because I felt the need to hide it from him, this little jewel of hope that I’d found in the depths of my mind. He’d made fun of my love of writing too many times for me to trust him with this, and so it became my secret, a hidden niche in my life I could step in and out of whenever I wanted, take cover from everything around me and lose myself in a world that no one else knew of. 

My ex-husband did go to the hospital again that night, and as I sat in the parking lot, I kept writing. And I wrote every time I was there again. I wrote about Din and Tionas and Grogu finding each other, and finding happiness, purpose, meaning. I wrote to distract myself from waiting for that phone call from the hospital, from thinking about what my next step would be, from sinking into the cycle of self-hate and shame and desperation for freedom. 

Every line of the first draft was an attempt to focus my mind on something other than the fear and helplessness that surrounded me with every step. 

I wrote The World Is Light, Embodied to find some hope in a world that seemed so hopeless.

So when I went to post the last few chapters, I was hit, blindsided, by the realization that my source of distraction from pain, that one thing in my life that had held me up at times when all I wanted to do was fall, was ending. I couldn’t handle it, I retreated into myself after working so hard for so long to push back my shell and let others see me. It brought on more shame, disappointment in myself. 

It took time, but when I did finally work through how I was feeling, I realized… it was okay. It made sense that I felt the way I did about TWILE ending. It had been a significant part of my life for so long, I was afraid of what life would look like after it was done. 

Just like I had been afraid to leave my ex. 

I hadn’t been aware, until that moment, of how much fear I’d held onto. Fear of my ex dying, fear of leaving him and failing to find my own path, fear of giving into those suicidal thoughts. 

TWILE was my safety net, my distraction from all of that fear. Without it, what would I do? Who would I be? How could I keep going?

The answer was simple. I just… would. 

Because it wasn’t a story that kept me alive, that kept me moving forward.

I did.

I found a way to survive, by immersing myself in that imaginary world. I was capable of finding other ways to survive, no matter what I faced. 

And that realization led to another - I had done it, something I had worked toward for most of my life.

I had finished a story.

Put a piece of my soul out there for people to see, something that others had found their own personal meaning in, and I understood myself better for it. 

I had accomplished something I’d always wanted for myself, despite everything. 

Now, I sit here, writing this, alone in my tiny apartment. My ex and I split a few months ago, after several surgeries and a steady run of good health for him. After I finally found the strength to leave and move in the direction I had been looking at from afar for so long. 

So. Here I am, at the beginning of my next step, with the last chapter of TWILE complete and posted, ending the journey of those characters who had been stuck on a path that was too dark to see until they finally found a light to guide their way. 

My own journey, too. 

As I sit here, I think of the people I’ve met through this little Star Wars fanfiction, people I truly consider my friends, who have been there for me when I needed some kind words and encouragement. People that I will continue to cherish and love and grow with. 

I think of all those people who - maybe, hopefully - found some light for themselves in this story. 

And as I write this, I already know - this moment will also cling to my memory, bright and shining and clear. 

This moment is a solemn farewell to my past. Looking back at all the steps I’ve taken, whether it was crawling on my knees or running full tilt or walking steadily head held high. It’s an acknowledgment of what is behind each and every word of this story that was my light in the darkness, my way of working through hopelessness toward hope. 

To where I am today. Looking forward, to the next step. 

Where will that take me?

I don’t know. But I do know that wherever it is, I’m going to survive. And I’m going to live.

Undefeated.

[bakerysnake]

i used to be uncomfortable with marriage jokes because i was uncomfortable with marriage as a thing in general and one friend was like, IT'S JUST A JOKE GET OVER IT, when i'd bring it up

[ooc-miqojak]

Woman makes a Bugs Bunny level joke, gets perma-deleted from Tumblr because the CEO is a Looney Tunes level villain, who believes that cars covered in hammers are actually real, and that cars must explode all the time, and shoot all the hammers (that they're totally covered in) all over the place! Does he think Acme is real too? That coyotes try to blow up road runners? Does he now live in fear of cars covered in hammers? When he's driving around town, is he fearfully checking all his rearview mirrors, desperately searching for the Acme car covered in hammers, terrified it might cause his untimely demise?

Or was it just a heavy-handed, petty power move made by a rich, cishet white man designed to silence a trans woman?

...maybe both?

Hey so if "I hope you get exploded with hammers" or whatever is enough to get not only get just one account permanently deleted but to get every new account you make permanently deleted, wiping an entire person past present and future off of the site, does that mean that all harrassment meeting and surpassing the same comically low level is now retroactively a permabanable offense, and therefore every fucking terf on this god damn site that's ever left even a single hate message should have their entire existence past present and future wiped from tumblr? Just checking if there's a transphobic (and transmisogynistic) double standard or not @photomatt, since you're so convinced that tumblrs transphobia is just misinformation

[doctorwhatwhenandwhere]

I feel like if someone saw my tumblr they’d instantly GET me

[favcharacterpoll]

ROUND 2 MATCH 29: STEVE VS. INV/ENOT

[it is HARD to find different pictures of inv im sorry]

Steve from Minecraft faces Inv/Enot from Rainworld. Who do you like more?

Steve Propaganda:

"certified gaming icon. the rare masc coded non binary character. very possibly the most unique smash bros move set. funny oof."

"as a nonbinary first and foremost gotta go with steve here he's an icon"

Inv/Enot Propaganda:

"They're so silly,,,, their entire campaign and character is a joke they put in the game but they managed to become a favorite of a few people (I am one of those few) The dude is so determined to get a date that they had to add a dating simulator at the very end of the super difficult joke campaign that he is from Also it would be funny if this silly creature made it past the first round"

"Clinically insane and vaguely horny. that's just Tumblr, but in slugcat form. Need I say more?"

[buckyfall]

>>PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, TRACE, OR EDIT MY ART IN ANY WAY, THANK YOU<<

oof it’s been a while

lemme tell you, when I say I haven’t properly drawn like this since months ago I’m not joking 💀💀

but like it was so fun to do again and I’m actually so happy with this

also tbh I had no clue what the hell I was doing with Swiss’s sweater but I like how it came out anyways lmao

closeup stuff below here. hit images ‘cus Tumblr likes destroying my quality

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

Okay this idea has been rotting my brain all night and i need to get it out; i may turn this into a full fic (there’s so much more to eddie and how he died), but here’s some paranormal romance steddie! (with a nod to the @azrielgreen -verse at the end 😉)

edit: i've started posting the full fic! on tumblr | on AO3

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imagine ghost!eddie haunting the estate that was built overtop where his trailer had been

ghost!eddie becoming corporeal(ish) every halloween, letting his rage fuel the poltergeist rumors at the old estate.

the forest hills estate sits empty since being completed, until Steve Harrington moves in from Indianapolis.

Steve Harrington who uses the inheritance from his grandfather to fix up the old place, not knowing the rumors, the stories, that have been floating around the last nearly 40 years.

Steve, who ends up learning about them from a pack of young teens riding by the front gate on their bikes.

“You know that place is haunted as fuck, right?” says the red head.

“Language!” he scowls at her, only to get an eye roll from her and the gangly, greasy looking one. “And no, I didn’t know that. Is that why all my cabinets are open every morning when I wake up?” he asks. And they really had been, he kinda figured that there was something going on in that house but hadn’t felt threatened by whatever presence was there.

He relishes in their spooked faces.

“A girl died there and her boyfriend killed the guy who did it soon after.” the one with the high top fade said earnestly.

“Allegedly, Lucas! Allegedly!” this time it’s the one with the curly hair and cap. “He always thought it was him but there was literally a letter.”

“He could’ve faked it, Dustin!” the gangly one snarks at his friend.

“It’s not likely, handwriting forensics concluded it to be her handwriting.” oof, this kid desperately needs a haircut.

“POINT IS.” the red head yells over the boys. It must’ve been a regular occurrence though, as they all fall silent (or silent enough while still bickering). She turns back to an amused Steve, “He likes metal music. If you play it, I’m sure he’ll leave your cabinets alone.”

“He who? The ghost?”

She nods, “Yep!”

So he does, picks up some retro vinyl to play (along with playing some tracks from his phone over his speaker while he works on the house), figuring if the guy died in the 80s, he’d probably like the sound of them better.

He plays the music, finds he likes some of it, talks to this mystery ghost as he goes about the house finishing projects. Throws some classic rock on sometimes too, saying “Hey ghost man, I’m sorry but I can’t listen to this much metal at a time. Hope Zepplin is okay.”

ghost!eddie who will always use some of his ghostly persuasion over things to spin the vinyl backwards on the turntable during ‘Stairway to Heaven’.

Steve, who does some research and learns about his supposed ghost, yells in greeting as soon as he’s back from the library, “Hi, Eddie!! I’m home!” reveling in the swirls of cold air that spin around him in response along with just a ghost (hah) of a whispered “Hi, Stevie..” in his ear.

Steve and Eddie, who get closer and closer over the months, learning anything and everything about one another. Steve goes through a lot of paper in the first couple weeks, asking a question and waiting for the paper with ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ written on it to flutter in an unseen breeze. Which paper scribbled with a different color marker to fly up into his lap (Eddie’s favorite color is blue, Steve tells him his is yellow).

Steve, beginning to see the shadow of another person in the corner of his eye more often the not as the summer winds into fall and the repairs he needed done are wrapping up.

By September there’s no denying the figure he sees reaching a hand out to flick up the answer to a question, or the laughter he hears coming from it after a particularly bad joke.

The shadow is Eddie; and Steve is starting to make out details about his ghost.

The long fluffy hair, the slim waist, the dark eyes that pierce through shadow against the slowly brightening skin beneath.

Eddie, who realizes Steve must be able to see him and starts staying away more often then not, afraid of what he’d see in that beautiful face when he’s finally his old boring self again. Can’t bear to see that disappointment on the face of this man he’s come to care so much for (read: fully crushing on).

He retreats fully by mid September, sticking to the far less quantifiable shadows in the house and between the walls.

Steve still tries, bless him. Leaves questions all over the place, hoping to see them answered. Eddie does, every night, wanting Steve to know he’s still here.

A week later, “Eddie, I know you can hear me, can you make sure to answer this one as soon as you can? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I figured we maybe show off our house—the house—now that everything’s done.”

‘Our house!! He said our house!!!’

Eddie looks at what his Steve left on the new kitchen counter that night.

“Halloween Party?” is scrawled on an open page of their now worn notebook.

Something hot floods his chest at that. Steve wanting to make sure he’s okay with that many people being here at once. Eddie knows damn well what the feeling is and he’s not about to waste his corporeal time this year, he’s going to do something with it besides wreaking havoc (on the house at least).

Halloween arrives, and many in the small town want a glimpse into the old estate. There are people everywhere, costumes and all.

Steve’s proud of all the hard work he’s done to the place but he still misses Eddie. Wishes he could be here to see what had become of the place he’d hated for so long. See it for real.

Halfway through the night is when it happens.

The party is in full swing, his ballroom full of people and music and food. His playlist changes over to Bowie.

Steve smiles to himself at the memory the song pulls forward. Still soon after learning about Eddie and staring their questions and answers thing, Steve had put on Labyrinth, laughing at how frantically the “i LOVED it!” paper had swirled around in the air after asking Eddie’s opinion.

A new face he hadn’t seen in the crowd before catches his eye. This man coming down the staircase is striking. Long, dark, curly hair is pulled back in a low ponytail, lean legs in off white pants, sparkling dark blue jacket, slim waist… He’s so gorgeous, so ethereal, he can’t be real.

Okay, nope, everyone else in the room is parting for this man. So, definitely real.

Steve stands as the man approaches, a hand extended. Keeping their eyes locked on each other, the man leads Steve by the hand to the center of the room.

The man smirks at Steve, still stunned, and arranges their arms. Then they’re dancing, swirling around the space the crowd created for them.

Steve feels like he’s floating.

He’s dancing to As The World Falls Down with a breathtaking man he now realizes is definitely dressed as the Jareth to his Sarah.

Steve finally finds his voice, “Hi..” It’s barely a whisper.

The man smirks, scoffs a laugh, but whispers back: “Hi Stevie.”

Steve’s brain screeches to a halt, and the man’s eyes sparkle with mischief (and a little bit of apprehension).

He can’t compute the information right away, frantically scrambling for a logical explanation. Some way for someone to know about Eddie enough to imitate him, to know about ‘Stevie’..but comes up with nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch.

“Eddie…is that really you?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s really me.”

Eddie brings their foreheads together and they sway to the rest of the song, Eddie softly singing along.

The song ends and Steve pulls Eddie through the crowd and out into the garden.

His mind is still swirling, so he clings onto Eddie’s arms just as much as Eddie clings to his.

“Eddie—“

“Wait, Steve, let me..” Eddie clears his throat and explains everything. How he died, how long he spent his one night of reality trying to keep people away from where he and his best friend had died. “I don’t want to waste tonight, but I’m afraid if I—if I tell you how I feel about you…I will be complete. Done with my unfinished business and all that.”

“How do you know?”

Eddie chuckles. “The Moon.”

Steve now fully, painfully aware of how little remains of the night, how little time he may have with Eddie altogether, decides he doesn’t have time to unpack that. So he says “Kiss me. Eddie, please, kiss m—“

Eddie does, and the Moon smiles down on her beloveds.

[ahappydnp]

I don't really use tumblr but i wanted to share my philm club notes w you!

Phil I promise your hair will get so much better

Phil seems a bit grumpy? The poor babe is preparing for a big move so I don’t blame him. And people are asking him to make a video???

lol this was before airtags, I don’t blame him for being worried about the truck being stolen

Aww his parents still lived in Manchester

lol Dan trying to talk business with him while he’s live.

IMAX? CDs? No Zoom? I’m surprised by how much different technology keeps coming up

AmazingDan reference! And at this point it was only 2 years old

I love that he always had games for his viewers.

Wow Phil just show us the walkway to your building why don’t you. I’m glad he was moving

I wonder if he still wants his kids to be called jack and Emily

Oof I forgot that even Phil said the r word. its hard to be reminded of how common it was as a disabled person who had that word used against her

I forgot that the headboard of Phil’s head was next to the door, I hate it.

It’s really cute how dnp have always avoided the word fans

I don’t know why Phil couldn’t get Dan to come in when Dan wasn’t actually packing and was just playing guild wars

I love Phils mashup of Tina turner and then the Pokémon theme

Telling dnp they look like L and light from death note was the 2012 version of telling them they’re Crowley and Aziraphale

I forgot that snapback hats were considered hipster! They also used to be lesbian fashion. Now I think the only reason anyone wears them is if they actually need to shade themselves from the sun.

Phil was making “they’re touching!” jokes even back then I love him sm

Phil didn’t know that Philadelphia is a city or what beavers are

I don’t like the shirt but idk why people had to be mean to Dan about it. It was nice of Phil to say he likes it

Baby Dan theorizing about what it means to look gay when someone tries to insult him. Phil did not look pleased with that chat message

it's weird that it's still light outside, it's summer but it looks right out

“Procreation would have to happen for us to have a love child, I’m not down with that.” “I’m not down with that” congrats guys you have convinced everyone that you’re straight and no one has any doubts, good job.

This was so 2012 with everything from the vibe to the lolrandom humour. The walrus song is now stuck in my head. its so nostalgic but also i know how much better liveshows got, and minus some points for the r word, so idk, 5/10?

5/10 is so fair considering how the later liveshows were gold! good news is the only way now is up

[espressoristretto-patronum]

💕 get to know the creator 💕

If you‘re getting this tell us something about you. Birthday, Age, Favorite Movie, Favorite Music, Comfort Character, A Picture of You and Your OC aside and what are you sharing with your OC 

Well, hello! If you want to know me you have to meet me in person 😤

Jokes aside, aw I'm flattered that someone wants to know me 🥹

Birthday: 19th June

Favorite Movie: oof, I have so many but I think it's an old Italian movie called "Il ciclone", it never ceases to make me laugh!

Favorite music: again, I have many favourite songs! I listen to almost everything. Lately it's either Italian 70s/80s songs (I'm a nostalgic girl okay?) or Taylor Swift and Chappell Roan 🙃

Comfort Character: ofc Tori and Poppy 🥺 they are the reason why I mustered up the courage to do this Tumblr! (yes, my own MC is my comfort character 🤷)

Sorry for not sharing my photo, I'll just use a picrew!

You know already, Tori is kind of a self-insert. So we share many things! Like the love for coffee and beer! And we are both proud Hufflepuff 😅

[helido24]

Well... i finished both snootgame and volcano high, i needed to talk a bit about them

First of all: I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS SOO MUCH, FANG I LOVE YOU I HOPE TO YOUR HAPINNESS

2:. . .jeez, it's so difficult talk about both games without making parallels or comparing them

SG is a very simpler visual novel with a... very questionable reason to exist to begin with, but even with that it surprises you with a very beutiful story of self development and young love in the modern times. The multiples endings all of them are EMOTIONAL DESTROYERS, even the obvious joke-shouting-super edgy ending 1, but just 'cause all the care and love you have for the characters, you feel it in a more deeply way and you suffer watching them like this, giving you strenght to do the best ending possible and. . .oof, that destroys you too, but in a different way

I love Fang an Anon soo much, i wish them nothing but hapinnes

And talking about the elephant in the room? Well... i don't think snoot game is anti-LGBT propaganda

"B-but it's about fang doing destransicion"

That's the take talking about SG in GVH wiki and i'm not with that

Yes, anon is openly an ashole about lgbt themes and always talked shit about it

And the game treat the whole fang(they/them) with humor. . .both of those things happens between the first hour and the bad ending

As the game progress and anon makes the RIGHT choises you can see him at least try to comprenhend the pronouns thing, and perhaps he makes mistakes about it,but he get that is something important to fang

And yes, there's an ending where fang simply leaves behind all that identity and becomes a generic femenine wife? That's not the true ending

The true ending actually respect that side of fang, with her still liking that style,style being like that, still being fang, the only thing she doesn't keep is the pronouns

To me at least, fang's story isn't just about being no-binary. But being a young person trying multipples sides of their persona and life to try and found itself, with the help of the ones who cares about them to grow as a person

Fang could be a She,a he or them, and i would be perfectly fine with any of those

But if at the end she found herself more happy in this new version. What's the problem? If precisely that's the goal with this theme right?

BUT.... snootgame have a very heavy sin to carry and is. . .it's a 4chan game, and is a parody made to make fun about an openly pro-LGBT+ game

Even with how good the story is, with how NG never attacks directly the community and the movement, it's very hard to believe there's no bit of bath fait in the people behind

We still have all this early shit-talking about this theme after all

But having all in mind. . .i just can't hate snootgame, with it short experience it turned those characters in a very big part of my life (at least for this month lol), and the story touched me in various levels 'cause personal reasons (let's just say i had a "trish" in my life)

And well. . .thank you cavemanon for this very beutiful experience, i'm hoping your next project can shine your talent even more without so much controversy around it

And talking about conteoversy....

*sigh*

Goodbye volcano high. . .with you i have less things to say but still they're important i think

First of all: its FUCKING UNFAIR what happened to this game. An openly pro-LGBT+ visual novel with "tumblr aesthetic" being the first fucking thing they show about the fucking ps5??

What the fuck

It was throwed to one of the most savage and closed-minded fandoms in all the internet: """hardcore gamers"""

And just when they're waiting to some assasins creed, GOW or any other super big HD IP with muscles in the muscles of the characters

I can't think about this choise as nothing but an homicide, forgive for the comparation but. . .this shit was taking your 8yo cousin of color to a place you KNOW is full of neo-nazis with guns and criminal precedents. You know what you're doing or you are extremely stupid

And then internet folks started all this controversy and harassement and hate to the game and the studio by a lot of sides and themes and. . .i feel so sorry for the studio and the people working in volcano high, as a snootgame fan i'm truly sorry for what you passed trought, im hope with all my heart this doesn't make you to give up this style of game, and i'll be waiting to see your next project with heart ^^

And now talking about the game. . .fuck

Fuck fuck fuck

I'm sorry,i know what i said but. . .volcano high is broken by so much sides

I really wanted to enjoy it, i really wanted to love this version of the characters and the story but. . .fuck, i can't

Almost all the characters are soo flat (personality i mean)

All and everyone of them talk about ona (1) thing that they like and never shut up about it, you can be talking about anything else and- OH here's comes trish to talk about her worm. . .again, or sage and their cooking, or fang and their band. . .i get it, they're character traits and you need to use them but... i don't know these people, i don't know at all these characters at all.

In the first hald of the game you need to at least try to tell me something about them, their relationships, their past and problems, give me a reason to give 2 and a half shit about them... and they try, but everytime they talk and seems to be about to give some context they start to just talk about that one and only thing they like, leaving me with nothing to work with

And that's the problem of volcano high in general to me. Is obvious there's a story, there's a background to these characters and there's real context to almost every conversation they have. . .but we don't know it, we can't see it, we don't KNOW these people and is frustrating. After the 2 hours i just shuted down my brain and every time this happend i just go "oh yeah,some cute experience we don't know about them)

The two musical montages (there's 2 right?) With photos of the group living their lives and interacting with each other. . .they're very cute and seems to be fun, but we don't live any of this. Fuck sake i WANTED TO BE SAD in the ending, i wanted to feel the characters and their lives sliping away at the end

See al these beutiful and impactful moments? Well. . .i'd love to see them, to live them with them

But we don't. They're just a bunch of PNGs passing by at the end as the music continues. And that upset me a lot...

And what upset's me the most. . .you know why i care so much about the characters? Why i need to know their lives and feel something in this story?

BECAUSE OF FUCKING SNOOT GAME

They made me to care about fang and the gang, abour nazer, about naomi, about stella and rosa, i cared about this characters soo much that. . .i feel attatched to the GVH ones too. Even if volcano high do close to nothing to make me care for them at this level

It's to sad and so unfair, volcano high obviously was made with a lot of heart and they OBVIOUSLY cares about the characters a lot more than almost anyone in both fandoms, just the "memories" from above show it. But with the game story and characters as they are right now. . .i don't want to compare them so much, but honestly without NG being so important i wouldn't finished volcano high

And about the story itself? Well... is very rushed to say at least

As i said earlier they spent too much time trying to made us meet the characters (but without letting us know them)

To sudenly introduce the meteorite plot and. . .it feels zero important. Yeah it drives the characters to the harsh decisions they're making and how they interact with each other, but for half the game the meteorite is just there in the background and just mentioned over here and there as a reminder. Just to sudenly be the most important thing in the world at the last hour and half of the game.

Before that all the plot is about fang,the band and the battle of the bands (wich i hardly care about at this point)

But. . .fang and the band? Here they made it a very good work

Yeah, fang talk almost exclusively about the band as is their (1) personality trait, but still they manage to make me feel and understand how important is this to them, and. . .wow, i really felt how fang was feeling reed and specially trish leaving them behind and not taking the band seriously (and still having fang at the edge with promises of being a team but without helping them AT ALL)

I mean, there's no problem with reed and trish don't seeing the band as something more than some fun friends time after school and wanting to make something else for their life. The problem is they seeing fang talking 24/7 aboud the band their future together and openly taking life decisions about it and never saying "hey pal, i think you should focus more in a solos career, we don't want to live with the music but we're still friends" or something like that. . .and they do

Trish says this to fang. . .in the battle night, just in the most important night in fang's life, just to say that she's leaving the band in this very important moment and taking choises she never discussed with fang (as fang did talk with trish about theirs)

And the story insist on pointing out fang as the bad person here, who makes all the bad choises and burn all the bridges with everyone. . .but they doesn't

Even at the end with everyone crying and yelling each other, is fang who talk to everyone and says they're a horrible person and you can blame everything on fang because. . .reasons? Idk because with all the choises and talking options we taked at this point, we clearly made fang a very patient and caring person, but still there's one and only way the story was made and was with fang being constantly a bitch with everyone, so it doesn't matter if you take the bad or good options to talk about 6 hours, the dialogues are all about the bad ones almost constantly. And that's fucked and unfair for my dude fang the pterodolphin, i love them so much

But. . .not everything is bad with volcano high

The background arts are beautiful and very colorful, a lot of cute dettails and i love them

The characters? Well. . .it's weird, i love them a lot and they're very unique, in the special images and animations they look soo good

But in the normal gameplay...

They look kinda derpy all the time, and the few animations they constantly use for everything get repetitive after a short while (take a shot everytime trish does the eyebrow rise grin animation, tell me how you died)

((Btw perrito tacita epic cameo))

The art style in general of the game is very cute and i love it, but for the in-game animations they needed some more time to make them. . .feel alive and les akward

And the music?

Hell yeah this is good shit, i love fang's voice and definitely i'm gonna check more of their music soon

In conclusion...

I can see where all of this came from, if that leaked script is real it just makes soo much sence about how the final product ended,i can see every original plot being planted as seeds in the final game but never having the chance to grow or even blossom, just a little sapling in the dirt, and that make me so sad. . .

Even with all of that,they managed to launch the game,and leaving out all the controversy i think the game got very descent sales and everything was kinda worth, i really hope they don't give up again with this type of story

But Ko_On and cavemanon are full of talented people and they deserve a chance to grow and shine by themselves

Both without being a perhaps-bad-faith parody, or without so massive backlash from the wrong people who's not are even interested in the quality but the politics in the games

I don't make this kinde or post so often,but i had to speak my mind about something so important to me

Thank you very much if you readed it 'til here and sorry for the mess,i was typing things as they apeared in my mind lmao

Check it out my art, i just recently made this piece of fang and i really loved the result ^^

[fallen-angelfish]

weenie hut jr made my isaac callout post inaccessible for some reason. so now im back to being annoyed

enjoy having to hear me rant like a madman (fuck you tumblr staff)

im assuming people that have been on miiblr for at least a month or two know exactly who isaacthemii is, or at least im hoping so. if not, dw i gotchu. he would post things kind of in the same wheelhouse of what zorrpu posts (like tomodachi collection, miitomo, shitposts, etc etc). thats all i really know about him since i've only spoken to him a handful of times outside of our miis and aus.

now heres where i really get into the meat of the post where i slowly start to lose my shit.

so, i introduced one of my miis, Tootsie (aka Miiblr's selected mascot) to Isaac. he somehow got his hands on the tootsie ai bot, and sent me an ask complaining about how he apparently bullied isaac and called him bitchless (which mind you. everything the ai bots say is made up, and isaac took it to heart, which will probably explain his transphobia and dehumanization towards him.)

at first, isaac had no idea tootsie was a male. but the transphobia and dehumanization slowly starts to suspiciously get more consistent, mind you.

(i will obviously not show the video isaac sent. but its literally his miisona beating tootsie up, i kid you not. and i say it feels so fatphobic to me because for some reason thought itd be funny to make tootsie look fat, which clearly wasnt in my case.)

at first. i didnt worry about it too much. since i thought that he was just joking for the most part. but i was very uncomfortable with how he was mistreating my miis.

later on. isaac got banned on the miicord server, after fighting with @starbitedreamworld (aka the delightful cyrus to my reese <33)

later that week. isaac made an alt account, ban evading like. 4-8 times i kid you not. (it makes it all the more pathetic that he told people to oof themselves, only to come back and make a half assed apology post. cue the toxic gossip train music!!)

later on. isaac made a WHOOOOOLE other account on tumblr, trying to piss off miiblr even more by not taking accountability and not giving two trucks about his transphobia. which at that point, i was slowly starting to get from annoyed to just. angry.

let me just say, hes tried to interact with me MULTIPLES of times after i already told him i was uncomfortable with him near me and my miis. can i just say the amount of red flags this guys shows of TRANSPHOBIA??? theres no way you can do this on accident. let me just recap what isaac has done:

*made multiples of nsfw jokes about other peoples mine and other peoples miis

*told people to oof themselves

*ban evaded numerous of times

*stalked me and other peoples accounts, to the point where he was driven by literal obsession

*never took accountability for his actions

*never apologized for his transphobia

chances are. isaac will probably make another alt account soon. so i highly, HIGHLY advise you to stay cautious with any new miiblr blogs. keeping isaac in miiblr is at this point a liability and theres way too much crap going on to not make a call out post on him bruh

stay safe. juni out

[yarameijer]

Ohayo Yara, how are you? How are your studies going? And yes it's me again 😂 joined Tumblr just to communicate with you, and sorry it might be the third time i'm sending a question lmao

So first of all, have you thought of opening a Instagram profile? I think it would be fun, I don't know that's up to you

And also, about your "Still" fanfic, what will you do about it? I mean, why did you delete it? I'm sorry if I missed it somewhere you said it, I wanted to read it again since I loved it but it wasn't available anymore 🥲

Well sorry if i've been bothering you lately but I love sending questions especially if it's fanfiction, I day dream all day and imagining fake scenarios became a part of myself

Love you x

I'm good, I'm good! Exams are coming up and as usual exam stress results in my meanest story ideas, lol. How are you?

''Joined Tumblr just to communicate with you''. Alright, because this is the perfect opportunity, and it would be a blasphemy for me not to do this,,,,

Stalker.

Lmao I'm kidding, but I couldn't pass up the joke 😉

Oof, instagram? I'm not familiar with that as a medium for fanfiction/fanart stuff, so I've never considered it before. I don't use it a lot for personal stuff either tbh! But I'll give it some thought.

Stand and Still are not gone, don't worry! I just removed them from Wattpad because there were some people leaving comments I didn't like and I didn't wanna deal with the headache or the frustration. You can still find both of them on FFN!

No worries, I love receiving asks! Thanks for all your kind words1

[ropebuny]

Oof. I'm pretty sure I'm the guy you were referring to about being disappointed in my girl obeying "too well." I'd like to clarify, probably more selfishly than anything else.

A) I appreciate you not actually tagging me because oh buddy that was a ride of comments and reblogs.

B) I absolutely love and married this girl. She is absolutely not boring nor am I disappointed with anything about her. She's amazing.

That was really a tongue in cheek snap shot of something that happened, more of a joke than anything else. Albeit maybe not the most well delivered or received.

C) We communicate literally every time we have sex. To make sure she's ok, satisfied, something that was too much or not enough. We talked about her being "too good" right afterwards and we both laughed about it. In the fake disappointment that she doesn't give me a reason to punish her more.

D) I do appreciate the advice and input and criticism. I am absolutely not perfect and have never claimed to be. I started this blog originally to learn more about kink and how to do things better/safer, find new ideas, explore things, yada yada yada. Not like there was a course in college I could take. But now I'll add some of those comments to new things to try and ways to spice things up.

In the way of kink, I very well might be boring compared to some. But I'm doing my best to be better for her. So honestly, thanks for the criticism.

-K

thank you for taking the time to reach out and write out your thoughts and further explain everything. I definitely see where you’re coming from now. sometimes it’s a caught in the moment thing, where you wanted to perhaps feel ‘justified’ for punishing her but then couldn’t do so since she was being so good that it felt kind of frustrating not being able to have a ‘reason’ to punish her, but not frustrated in a ‘genuinely mad’ type of way. and it’s cute how the two of you can joke about her being ‘too good’ afterwards too. that is always important in a dynamic, to be able to express yourself and make silly jokes with each other

I just personally would have taken it very to heart if my dom expressed their dissatisfaction and used words such as ‘disappointing’ and ‘not of any fun’ and I know that many other subs would agree. how your sub takes it and whether or not she is offended or hurt by your statements, is entirely your own personal experience and business between the two of you to work out. to a lot of people though it seemed like you were lacking in being able to communicate this dissatisfaction with her obedience, as it came across as being, so they put in their two cents. I didn’t want my criticism to come across as me attacking you or being hateful, that is also why I never tagged you. that is never my intention. your post got me thinking about how insecure I personally would feel if my dom shared those feelings and expressed them openly for others to see on tumblr, so I wanted to perhaps start a small discussion between my mutuals. it felt disrespectful in my eyes, because many doms unfortunately do not value their subs as much as they should, or some even at all. and it’s saddening to see as a sub

the post eventually, to my surprise, gained traction and lots of people weighed in their opinions and experiences which I think is lovely in this community, how we can dissect these things and try our best to help one another. what matters is that you and your sub have a respectful and healthy dynamic, my issues were personally in the specific adjectives you chose to use to describe her obedience which felt disrespectful to me, and it got me thinking how I would feel if my dom shared these thoughts. and it got me thinking and ranting. I apologise if any of this hurt you, since I and my post are the reason this specific situation is even being talked about in the first place.

it’s an important quality to be able to take criticism, so I admire your ability to do so. it’s especially important to be able to take criticism and assess it, especially in an environment such as the kink community where people can so easily get hurt or scarred/traumatised. and I myself have received criticism and have seen people’s disdain towards my words, so it’s important for us to always realise that we can always better ourselves and better how we communicate with each other and to be aware or how certain actions/words of ours can hurt others. good on you for taking accountability and thank you for taking the time to reach out to me and explain yourself, and most importantly defend your sub and openly express your love and respect for her. and I again apologise for any discomfort this has brought onto you, because it was truly never my intention for you to see that post and have others bashing you. I never expected that post to blow up nearly as much as it did

[pixlokita]

Wait there was a tornado?

...At least you weren't in Kansas, right?

*gets booed oof stage*

It’s so incredibly boring without power or signal 💀 I welcome any jokes when tumblr works tbh 👌😔

[luckytidbit]

Food for thought.

Ok so I've seen an anonymous ask on someone’s blog recently about people being rude in the unwind community, (which first of all, if you’re being rude, shame on you.) I've seen mention of, actually no I’ll take it verbatim. “I like scrolled by multiple of peoples posts and fics about like theories and stuff, and most of them have people getting mad over them or feeling the need to prove it wrong? Like I get it, but it's just an idea 😭”  This community is pretty small and I haven’t seen any other unwind theory posts lately (Unless this person is talking about ao3, I’m not on there.), so I’m left to assume this ask is about the “Connor’s brain coping after his unwinding theory.” And the reblog I left on it, so let’s break that down shall we?

Personally, I grew up on Film and Game Theory so I’ve never seen debunking a theory as something that’s rude, just a part of a community helping another have the correct facts. Which by the way, @korokeea, if I’ve upset you, I am deeply sorry, it was never my intention to do so. My reblog was supposed to be seen as playful banter. (Side note, dream endings are very amateur, don’t do them unless you know what you’re doing. Even I wouldn’t do them, (I think I’m amateur anyway <:D.))

Also wanted to add that I should be using tone indicators, and that also I’ve seen examples of people whose first language isn’t English not understanding Western satire, so my apologies if I’ve confused you.

Now that I’ve addressed the main point, there was also something else I wanted to bring up.

This is obviously a parody of LIVE SLUG REACTION I used to add to my reblogs of Conland content (Connor x Roland), I also might have confused people doing this. I don’t think Conland is anyone’s cup of tea, personally, I see it as a crack ship that lives rent-free in my head, but I can understand how I could’ve confused someone. I honestly do like A Dog With A Bird At Your Door A Lot, even if the notes say “I hate gay people.” (Like, C’mon now Kuromi.)

Honestly, I came here to create art and not be judged for it, I have one to two irl friends that I see almost daily. The rest of it are just classmates that will turn on me the moment I say something that doesn’t fit their dialogue. (If you get what I’m saying, I have to say the right thing or they’ll look at me funny.) I’m honestly super stressed and pretty prone to anxiety right now, graduation, prom, removal of wisdom teeth via going under (anaesthesia), you name it! So you can see why I find a great sense of escapism in Tumblr.

Lastly, I wanted to say that in this community it is almost impossible to create micro-communities because of our small size. You CANNOT be vague or make inside jokes because almost everyone follows each other. On the original ask post that I first talked about, the responder mentioned a “that one guy” and my poor mutual @bopeisdope thought they could be that one guy. (Which is completely wrong, she and @lazysailor are the sweetest people I have ever met here. Oof sorry side tangent.)

Anyway If you made it through this thing, thanks for letting me get this off my chest.

[phunkyou]

posting this here too since it’s been a while c: I’m usually on twitter but i’m mainly trying to restrict tumblr to focus on yandere fanart or whatever. Until then, enjoy my attempt to draw Rasmus + my BC OC with @horrorpopz !!!

Lilith and Rasmus are usually bickering at each other when they’re scheduled for the same shift, usually playful banter until one of them goes to far with the jokes. They’re essentially close frienemies.

Raven and Lilith are usually joking around. They’re good workers but also easily distracted by one another. Always a good day for them when they’re scheduled together. A plus for Raven since she gets to see Gizmo after work when they’re shift ends at the same time!

When the three are scheduled all together… oof, micromanaging, Rasmus finding ways to separate the two, him getting mad that they don’t invite him to lunch (they did once… once.) Raven and Lilith usually take lunch breaks on the rooftop to get away from Rasmus nagging.

Sometimes they all have good days when on the same shift. Like bonding over a shared hatred of an annoying customer. Or Rasmus is in a good mood and doesn’t bully the two.

Just lil tiny lore droplets.