#reblob from personal

[darabeatha]

/ I've noticed that at this point I'm not even writing on any blog anymore, I just come and yell about some blorbo and leave. Rinse and repeat my lieges

[aster-daydream404]

NO BC FR THO!! ALSO!! Putting into account on how he had to survive off the land at what im assuming is a very young age as well-!!!!

So I've been reading the Moomin Books lately and I think that some people think that Snufkin is way less of a mess than he is

Bro is NOT a cool, stoic guy

He's a silly man who doesn't care whether or not visitors came by to see him specifically, he only cares that they're there now

He brought a can of beans to a theater to pay for 25 children and little My's tickets, children who he was literally afraid of in case he didn't like them

At the theater, when the whole play goes to chaos, he hoists said children on stage and asks Moominmama to take care of them

He cried over the sea being gone because of a comet coming towards Moominvalley, not because he was going to die, but because he liked the ocean and the steam rusted his harmonica

He also got so attached to the children that he said that he'd smoke the terrible tobacco they made every summer

He is not stoic, he shows emotion, and he's a loser

[torawro]

LIKE SPECKS OF SUNLIGHT IN THE EARLY MORN. ( p. a.)

portgas d. ace & marine!fem!reader.

cw ━━ ! minors, ageless and blank blogs DO NOT INTERACT. reader is written / portrayed as a black woman but you do not have to imagine it as such! everyone is welcome to read <3 reader wears glasses, and is a marine stationed on an unnamed island at a base along the grand line. ‘lazy morning’ / ‘morning after’ kind of vibes so, a bit of pillow talk (?) . references to smut & making love (it already happened). contains some angst & angsty themes throughout (i.e., ace dealing with his self esteem issues, low self worth, etc..) otherwise it’s supposed to be fluffy ( the quiet, somber kind i think ) ! descriptions of kissing & borderline making out. ace is kind of lovesick and clingy but it’s subtle-ish. lots of introspection and reflection on both him and the reader’s part. kind of based on mitski's "my love, mine all mine", definitely had that song on repeat as i wrote this. romantic and deeply poetic rhetoric but y’all already know that’s just how i write lol. told from omniscient point of view (third person). proofread this as i was feeling sleepy, so please excuse any mistakes or things that don’t make sense!

word count ━━ ! 3.9k

notes ━━ ! guess who's baaaaack.....! i know it's been a while since i have published any original work and i want to apologize for that. lately it's been difficult finding the energy to write something for more than five minutes and honestly, i think i just need to rediscover what drives me so i can tap into the zone more often. i missed it though, and hope i get to write more this year <3 anyway, first fic of 2025 and it feels right to make it about second commander of the whitebeard pirates, portgas d. ace. this fic is my late birthday 'gift' to him and something of a love letter because ohhhhh i miss my pookie bear so much :(( this entire idea started as just me thinking about kissing each of his freckles because i have the personal hc that he doesn't really like them, the reason for it is inherently tied to his distaste for his father and by extension himself :/ and then it just turned into this lmao. i hope ace doesn't behave too out of character here, as this is also my first time writing for him in any context, so pls be gentle with me. REBLOBS + COMMENTARY ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED.

IT WAS NOT THE LIGHT chirping of small birds that awoke you, nor was it the ringing of your biological clock telling you that the dawn was near. Instead it was a familiar tugging sensation within the pit of your stomach— the need to relieve yourself— that caused your eyes to peel themselves back slowly and with struggle, slumber from the previous night hasn’t been completely washed away yet.

It took your brain several more moments to dust off enough of its sleepy exhaustion before you attempted to sit up from your comfortable position in bed, but were immediately met with some light resistance.

The resistance in question was a long, muscled arm thrown around your soft torso, blackened ink of a tattoo staining the skin on its bicep. It was still too dark and you were still too tired to make out the sharp angles of the marking, but you knew what they were; your eyes have gazed upon it more times than you could count, and it has made a home in your memory.

That’s when your ears registered the rhythmic and almost nasal snores that flowed from the mouth of the man who held you so securely against his chest, and you almost smiled at how completely at ease and relaxed he seemed. 

At times like this, when things were still or you had a moment to yourself, you still could not wrap your head around the fact that you had gotten yourself involved with Portgas D. Ace— willingly at that. 

The first time was a fluke at best. That’s the excuse you were going to go with. You didn’t realize he was a pirate— an infamous pirate with hundreds of millions of Beri to his name— until your clothes were already halfway off and you were feverishly grinding down onto his lap like some touch-starved whore who’s been aching to feel something. That ‘fluke’ was one spurred on by alcohol, a particularly rough week at sea, and a sizable lapse in judgment, but you hadn’t felt that…… alive in a long time. But now, two years have passed since you have been seeing Ace in secret like this, and you have long since given up blaming it on a fragile emotional constitution further weakened by alcohol. You knew good and well what you were doing, and you could no longer deny the way your heart was constantly set aflutter whenever you spent any amount of time with him.

You did try your hardest to not let yourself enjoy how … domestic it all seemed: waking up next to him in the morning and falling asleep entangled with each other at night, having him hide out at your cozy apartment for days at a time, cooking him meals when you were relieved of your duties for the day. You wouldn’t— shouldn’t let yourself enjoy such content thoughts too much, because you also knew it could all be over in the blink of an eye. The world could be cruel that way if it wanted to.

But still, that didn’t mean you couldn’t be grateful for these moments. From what you could tell, Ace seemed to enjoy this arrangement as much as you did. And for now, that was enough.

Lightly wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you carefully lifted his arm from around you, moving slow so you wouldn’t wake him up. Once you’ve successfully loosened his hold, you sat upright, a muted ache shooting through your lower body as you shifted around to stand. The ache mostly resided in between your legs, and a flood of memories from just hours ago rushed over you at once, causing a tingling warmth to bloom underneath your skin. Ace had poured so much into you, it never failed to leave you equal parts stunned and breathless when you witnessed his passion overflow from the brim of his being. His hands, calloused palms that always ran hot, had been everywhere— your body could still feel the heat of where they had laid, caressed, groped, smacked, and squeezed. And you involuntarily jolted as you recalled where his fingers and lips had been, how it felt to be pressed so closely against him as he simultaneously took you apart. 

After another moment of being lost in your own reverie, you pulled yourself out of it and filed those memories away in a separate corner of your mind, so that you may more fully indulge in them later. As you carefully removed the blankets and climbed over the sleeping pirate, one bare foot had hardly hit the cool wooden floor before a hand wrapped itself around your wrist. 

A quiet grumbling noise vibrated from behind Ace’s lips, his eyes remained closed as he spoke, indicative that he was barely awake. “Wh…where y’goin’....?” His words were slurred and thick with sleep, his deep voice reaching the depths of your being to spark something to life in the pit of your belly. But you promptly ignored it for now. 

“To the bathroom, I gotta pee.”

He replied with another mumbling sort of noise, presumably one of acknowledgment or begrudging acquiescence— you couldn’t be sure. “M’kay, just . . . hurry back t’bed, will ya? M’cold.” 

You found amusement in the inherent irony of his claim that he was ‘cold’  when he always ran a little warmer than most— not to mention his devil fruit powers— but also in the fact that despite his urging you to take care of your business swiftly, he hasn't released his hold on your wrist yet. In fact, he tugged you a little closer to him, as if he was trying to pull you back into bed. 

A small smile began to curl at the corners of your lips as you moved to manually pry his fingers from your arm so you can make your way out of the bedroom and down the hall.

For the next several minutes, Ace was left alone. 

He stirred in his partially-awake state as he made himself comfortable again in bed, but one eye managed to pry itself open by a few millimeters. It was unfortunate he was roused from his deep  sleep, but he was sure he’d doze off again soon enough. 

From what he could see, the room was still dark for the most part, his surroundings washed in a rich, navy blue color, a telltale sign that the sun would rise within the next hour or so. Aside from the faint rustling coming from the bathroom, the air was occupied by a serene silence, meaning his innermost thoughts became that much more perceptible to his mind’s ear. 

Sometimes, a part of Ace felt like fate had shined upon him— just a little, just this once— when his mind mulled over his…unique relationship with you, and all the events that led up to this exact moment. He too understood the implications of seeing you like this, but he couldn’t find it within himself to let go and move on. There was just…something about you, something special. 

Even now, he still couldn’t quite understand why you were taking such a big risk and basically throwing your life away by getting comfortable with a pirate like him. The both of you came from two different worlds, the morals embedded within those worlds constantly pitted you against each other. 

But you willingly ignored them, and so did he. 

Perhaps that was the ‘special’ quality about you and this relationship that he still struggled to articulate, how pure and genuine it all felt— how you were. Either way, he was grateful that he wasn’t the only one being a little selfish. And every now and again, Ace might silently thank the universe for allowing him this one thing, even though he hasn’t, and probably never will do anything, to deserve it. 

The increasing volume of footsteps pulled Ace from his thoughts, and soon enough you reappeared in the doorway, making your way back to bed– back home in Ace’s arms.

Your lips parted in a yawn, putting your hand over your mouth to muffle the sound, before carefully climbing over the taller man to reclaim your spot next to him. Ace wasted no time encasing you against him once more, one arm laid lazily across your stomach and the other resting under your neck, acting somewhat as a pillow of sorts.

“...took too long,” the pirate muttered under his breath, the low, vibrating sound of his voice so close to your ear did nothing for your fiercely pulsating heart. It was the only organ in your entire body that seemed to be fully awake right now.

“I wasn’t even gone for that long, ya big baby. Prob’ly less than five minutes.” A soft sigh punctuated your reply, snuggling more into the toned front of Ace’s chest and abdomen as he adjusted the thick blankets over both of your bodies. The covers, as well as the gentle warmth radiating from his exposed skin, provided a steady stream of heat that battled against the crisp morning air, both sensations nearly enough to lull you back to sleep. You enthusiastically pushed aside the fact that you had to get up again in two and a half hours for your shift to patrol around the city.

“Shuddup, let’s go to sleep.” Ace grumbled, pulling you even closer to him so that very little space existed between both of you, and nearly nuzzling his face in the bonnet you wore on your head. A soundless chuckle rumbled within your chest, finding his sleepy and almost pouty tone both amusing and adorable.

However, despite his own request, and the fact that his own eyes were barely open, Ace was finding it difficult to once more quiet his thoughts enough to drift back to sleep. They were still a bit too loud and knocked against his skull too much. 

Such thoughts only seemed to intensify when both of his eyes managed to peel themselves open this time in order to observe your form next to him. From what he could see based on where he laid, Ace silently took note of how tranquil your expression was as your breathing began to even out, how long your eyelashes actually were without your glasses obscuring them, and the small birthmark on your cheek that he developed a habit of kissing. His dark eyes roamed across every inch of your face, and he relished in the soft flesh of your stomach underneath his fingertips, giving it a feather-light squeeze every now and again.

You were here with him— in this bed, hardly wearing anything at all, and practically clinging to the arm wrapped around your abdomen— bound together with a kiss on that fateful night two years ago. You wanted to be here, he knew that. So why was it he still had to wrestle with the phantoms of doubt in the darker sectors of his mind? Why did they haunt him so, and prevent him from just plainly accepting this for what it is? Accept that it was okay to indulge, okay to claim this one thing as his and his alone? He didn’t even claim his own father, but this— you? Oh, how he wanted to be greedy, he yearned for it. But something in him, some dark, caustic, unforgiving thing, made him feel like he shouldn’t.

But didn’t he deserve something nice too? Something that wasn’t, or could no longer be tainted by the wicked and unloving world they were born into?

Ace knew that you cared for him— quite a lot, more than you should. There was a four letter word he might have used to label the way in which you cared about him, and he about you, but he dare not say it. He dared not say it in fear that the universe would snatch it away the moment it left his lips, and reveal that it was only playing a heartless joke on him.

“Hey. Are you… okay? Okay with this, I mean.” The words left his lips without putting a real thought behind them, for his mind was preoccupied with trying to keep itself afloat above the sea of negative ones that tried to carry him off to a place he did not want to visit.

Your left eye opened, then your right, as if opening them would help you better process his sudden question. Your brows furrowed next, digging deeper into your forehead in order to figure out the hidden meaning behind his words— or if there was one to begin with. “I…this position is fine, and I’m comfortable. Unless you want to be closer to the window?” You replied with your own question, uncertainty of what he was asking about thick in your tone. And judging by the way his arm tightened around you by a fraction and the nearly inaudible sigh that left his lips, it became clear that’s not what he was truly asking.

“No, I meant…are you okay with us?” Ace’s already husky voice quieted even more, nearly tapering off into a whisper. But he was pressed close enough to you that you were still able to hear him loud and clear. Something about the way he phrased his question rang a silent alarm in your head, indicating that the forthcoming conversation was going to take a more solemn turn.

With that in mind you shifted in his arms, turning around so that you were now facing Ace directly, still so close that the tips of your noses nearly touched each other. His hold on you readjusted as a result, the tattooed arm once more staking its claim on your waist and effectively trapping you against his front. His sable tresses fell unceremoniously across his face, a few strands nearly covering one of his eyes. Your fingers didn’t miss the opportunity to brush them away. 

“Yes.” Your reply was simple, and you thought it important to make that clear first because something, an emotion you were unable to categorize, flickered in his still-hooded eyes. And something about it worried you. “I am more than okay with us. There isn’t another person I’d rather be with right now.” The fingers lingering on his skin suddenly became your entire palm, as you were now cupping the side of his face.

Ace burned even warmer here compared to the rest of his body, and you found physical comfort in the sensation. His skin seemed to ignite under your touch despite his sleepiness, and the dark-haired pirate was internally grateful that it was still quite dark in your room, so you were unable to see the light flush that was beginning to form underneath his freckled cheeks. 

“Why are you asking?” Your inquiry was as tender as your touch, and it made his chest ache. 

It took Ace several seconds to search for his next words and arrange them in a sentence, for your straightforward reply admittedly caught him off-guard. Now he was unsure if there was a need to continue at all.

But the specters of doubt were ever persistent.

“I just…” The words faded away on his tongue before he could say them and instead, your response rang loud in his head. 

‘There isn’t another person I’d rather be with right now’.

Did you mean that? Have you always felt that way? Did you just happen to say that because he asked a question, because somehow you knew that’s what something in his soul wanted to hear?

And then, Ace found his words again. “You can do better, you know.” His voice turned more gruff, rough around the edges, as if he had to forcefully tug those words from the back of his throat. As if it hurt to say that. “You could, if you wanted. You’re gorgeous. Intelligent, resourceful. You have a respectable career, and you can cook damn good.”

You released a soft chuckle at that last part, finding it comical how he always found a way to talk about how good your food was. But whatever uptick on your lips faded as soon as it came once Ace parted his lips to speak again.

“You don’t have to spend your time, money, or energy on someone like me. You didn’t have to spread those pretty legs of yours for me, either. Didn’t have to let me stay here whenever I come to town. You didn’t even have to let me sleep in this bed so close to you.”

He paused, the muscles laying against and wrapped around you tensed briefly, his eyelashes met the apples of his cheeks when he allowed his eyes to close for a moment. When he opened them again, he found it harder to look at you— if he did, he might crumble away. “You could do better than a pirate like me, who has nothing going for himself except for instability, anger and…and hate. So, why?”

The next words reverberated in the air without Ace even having to say them. Why choose me? Why risk all of that for me?

Similarly, something throbbed uncomfortably within your chest as you listened to him speak, even after he finished and silence descended upon the both of you. 

You could only wonder where this line of questioning originated from. It was uncharacteristic of Ace to voice thoughts of this nature, even more so when there was no prior word or action to lure them forward. You continued to observe him in the quiet, not even realizing that you had been softly caressing his cheek all this while until your hand came to a halt.

Why? Why were you with Ace, entangled in every sense of the word and jeopardizing the life you’ve built for yourself for his sake? The answer seemed so simple, but not as much now that you had to consciously think about it; you somehow struggled to put it into words. 

Ace was like the rays of sunlight that peeked through heavy drapes in the early morning— much like they would soon be in a few hours— or like the flickering flames of a small fire that offered you solace on an unkind wintery night. He was warm and intense, but mellow and tender at the same time, in his own way. He offered you comfort when you needed it, stirred up something in you when you wanted it, brightened your life when you didn’t even realize how dull and monochrome it was. Ace was…

“Allow me to offer a question of my own. Why are you taking an equally significant, if not greater risk, just to curl up in my bed with me? Why come back so often to this town, risking capture, if only to hold me close, eat the food I make, and to make love to me?”

Your inquiries seemed to tug you forward, motivating you to scoot a little closer to Ace so that there was hardly even an iota of space existing in between your faces. His breath hitched quietly in his chest at that, more so when you leaned forward and simply placed your lips on his cheek, right on top of the dozens of prominent and faded freckles that resided there. Something about the gesture felt intentional— like you did not kiss his face, but the light specks on top of it. And thinking about it like that made his taut chest twinge again in a manner he could not describe right now.

Your breaths against his flesh were soft and leveled, and successfully fanned the flames of an even pinker flush to blossom across his visage.

He struggled to give you a coherent answer to your questions because his inner thoughts seemed to reset every time your plush lips came in contact with his face— all gentle like he would break if you applied too much pressure. He never associated that word with himself before, nor had anyone else in his entire life.

So why did he do it? Why did he do any of it? Why was he so attached to you, to your existence, your presence, and everything that reminded him of you? 

Ace knew the answer. 

He fears he’s known it for some time now.

But would it be right— would it be okay to label it with the word that was sitting on his tongue? Did he truly have the capacity to bear the weight of it? Would this blissful reality he found himself nestled in start to unravel the moment he said it? Would the universe truly let him have this one thing to himself, forever?

A feathery, open-mouthed kiss from you onto his nose cut off his thoughts, but confirmed his answer. 

A bleary sort of smile, edges softened by his affection for you, tugged the corners of Ace’s mouth upwards. The hand that encased your waist traveled further downwards to take the meat of your thigh in its grasp, and toss it over his own hips. He had slung your leg over himself in an attempt to hold your bodies inexplicably closer, the feeling of his fingers gliding lazily across your exposed skin caused your pulse to quicken.

“I understand. Thank you.” 

Within another second or two, his mouth eventually met with yours. His lips and yours seamlessly molded together, like they were two carved parts of the same whole. It was a slow, saccharine thing, ultimately leading your fingertips to slide back and thread themselves through his dark locks, and the calloused, hot palm on your thigh to grip the area ever tighter— as if you’d evaporate if he didn’t do so.

Ace loved you— was in love with you. His heart thrummed against his chest when he tossed that fact around in his head, gradually accepting it to be true as he steadily deepened the kiss.

He murmured those three words into your mouth after languidly coaxing it open with his tongue so the wet muscle could slither inside and make a home there. It was barely intelligible, but somehow you knew what he’d said. Such a declaration was only reserved for you, so of course you recognized it. Ace didn’t even want the words to linger in the air, lest the universe heard what he had said. He still thanked it though, grateful to whatever deities thrusted you into his path that night so that he could have this moment with you, and build similar ones like this hereafter.

You reciprocated it, quietly sighing the words back into him and he eagerly swallowed them up, giving your thigh an affectionate squeeze in response.

Briefly, you pulled back, but only by a millimeter— not wanting the cold air of the early morning to catch you yet— and your palm ended up on Ace’s jaw. The pad of your thumb brushed over the sheet of freckles with no particular pattern or rhythm, and you absently thought about how they might be your favorite feature on his entire body. As if to emphasize this point, you pressed a lingering kiss onto its surface again, and for a moment, Ace thought he might shut down. He simply could not comprehend the loving nature behind such a simple act, or why it affected him so; all he could do was offer a small, fond grin.

Time still marched forward, but it graciously allowed the pair of lovers to bask in each other for a little while longer. The sky’s hue would slowly shift from a deep navy blue to a slightly brighter one, causing the dimness of the room to inch back into its corners for the day. The sunlight would soon come.

( # ) @icy-spicy @triangularz @pookieace @ichore @valentineluvu

[fuckyeahfightlock]

So I have a 51k word draft of a contemporary Sherlock/John story (think BBC fanfic but with all the BBC-copyrighted characters scrubbed out) which I wrote for NaNoWriMo several several years ago (2018?) but never did anything with. It is a fragile!Sherlock, dark!John, casefic, toxic Platonic relationship story, in which Sherlock is trying to solve the Jack the Ripper murders while a similar/copycat series of murders is happening in real time.

My original intention was to self-publish this as a novel. It is currently too short to pass as a novel.

I could easily post this as fanfic.

I could semi-easily add romance/smut to this to bulk it up and make it a dark romance.

Making money is not an issue as my novels routinely find <100 readers so I lose money or just break even.

I like having books on my shelf with my (pen) name on them, and it's been a while since I did that.

I like publishing fanworks and getting near-immediate, personal feedback from readers.

It has been a long time since BBC Sherlock aired and while I still get daily kudos, I know there is less interest and the huge number of works on the AO3 make it that much harder for readers to stumble on my work.

I dunno. What do you think?

[salemruinseverything]

okay logically speaking i have sideblogs in character as a bunch of my ocs so i don't need to do this but. i think it's funny. tmcverse dashboard sim be upon ye

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☁️ satanicpanic Follow

i hate the little mermaid i hate the little mermaid i hate the little mermaid i hate the little mermaid i hate

#PUT ON AN ACTUAL MUSICAL #jamie's posts #personal #WE COULD'VE BEEN DOING RIDE THE CYCLONE RIGHT NOW #BUT NOOOO #SOMEONE WANTED TO THROW A HISSY FIT #sorry i'm. being overdramatic about this

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if any of you hear from @christmasknight let me know. i can't get in contact with her

#helena.txt #i'm so fucking worried about her #she hasn't even read my texts #noelle if you're seeing this somehow please call me

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🐈‍⬛ began-and-ended-in-ellipses Follow

chapter 16 of all we ever wanted was everything has been posted! this one goes out to the anon who asked "is quality or whatever his name is ever gonna kill that twink"

#cas's writing #dream smp #benchtrio #dapduo #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #c!tommyinnit #c!quackity #c!slimecicle #awewwe updates

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💻 imnotyourboyfriendbaby Follow

@began-and-ended-in-ellipses i hope you know i'm never calling him anything other than quality ever again

🐈‍⬛ began-and-ended-in-ellipses Follow

you say that like you remembered his name in the first place

💻 imnotyourboyfriendbaby Follow

quality hq (the hq stands for high quality)

#i don't minecraft #mutual tag #irl tag #reblob #began-and-ended-in-ellipses

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🕕 thearistocrat Follow

that was easier than i thought it was going to be.

#maybe immortality isn't so unattainable

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i swear to god i just heard my brother walk by me and mumble "heh.... quality"

#what is up with him #not wwatt

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i swear to god if this man doesn't stop hitting his head against the fucking floor or whatever he's doing MARTIN MY ROOM IS DIRECTLY BELOW YOURS

🌼 tboyyellowpearl Follow

I'M HAVING A MOMENT

🎍 leavesbrokeabovethenfellbelow Follow

I CAN FUCKING TELL HOLY SHIT

#serious talk though are you alright #i'll make you tea do you want tea

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please ask me about my ocs please please ple

[kupofdoodles]

welcome to tumblr!!! i’ve been hyperfixating on octonauts for liek 2 months (it mite not show on my main but you’ll see it a lot on my reblogs account and when i suddenly spam like all of ur posts) and i hope that we can be friends!!!

hi octonauts community!! im new to tumblr and i hope there’s at least someone who’s as into this silly show as i am :3

my name is Tao and i will be posting little funny images of my fav characters and stuff so yh! cant wait to make some new friends !!!

[trashbins-stuff]

MAYBE TIS ME THING BUT I FUCKING HATE IT WHEN I REBLOB SOMETHING FANDOMR ELATED AND MY OSC FRIEND REBLOB IT LIKE FUCK OFF U DONT FUCKING KNOW HOW I INTERPRETATE IT IDC IF U KNOW THE FANDOM BUT I DIDNT KNOW THTA U DO I STILL DONT WANT U TO REBLOB ANYTHING FROM ME THAT ISNT OUR MUTUAL FANDOM (OSC) IDK WHY AM SO PISSED BUT I LTIERALLY WANT TO KILL SOMEONE WHEN MOONY RELBOB MY HOMESTUCK REBLOB OR NEOBIX REBLOB MY EW PSOT LIKE FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF THOSE R MY PERSONAL COMFORTS LEAVE ME ALONE DONT REBLOB SHIT FROM ME GET OUT AHHHHHH

[archmage--khadgar]

((This probably won’t come as a shock, and may even be a victory or a relief to some. But I am no longer rping WoW in game. I haven’t done much anyways in the past couple of years, but I’m hammering the nail in the coffin officially. I tried. I tried to keep going but I can’t. And quite frankly? I don’t want to keep trying. Will this making me better/healthier? No. But I don’t have any fight left in me to keep trying to find in game RP to make me feel better. This blog isn’t going away; I’ll still reblob related aesthetic things and will  answers IC asks if/when they come in, because despite it all I’m a creature of habit and need at least one familiar thing to ground myself too. A few of my wow oc’s have their own blogs and I don’t know what to do about those yet, but they’re sticking around for now to archive and collect things, at least. But as far as in game goes, I’m exhausted already from the constant string of medical issues that go mostly unresolved because I can’t afford the Doctors who give a shit. They were able to get my appendix out, but I still have a hernia and my liver is apparently going bad too for??? Reasons??? Mystery reasons that I will probably never know. I’m exhausted from not being able to eat regularly because my fridge died three months ago and my oven doesn’t work half the time. I’m exhausted from heartbreak, I’m exhausted from trauma. The sleep apnea, the gaslighting, the broken wacom tablet, the pile of medical debt, STILL not having my diploma because of being injured, and GOD KNOWS a long list of other bullshit that is too much for one person to have to deal with at once, especially alone, but WOO. We all know the universe has been dragging my corpse through the mud for awhile and I’m tired of talking about it just as much as I know a lot of people are tired of hearing about it all.  I can’t log into the game without feeling my insides being eaten up. The people I knew are gone or busy, and every new person I see I can’t connect with because the entire time I’m wondering if befriending them will bite me in the ass, somehow, at some point. And I can’t handle any more ass-biting. I haven’t even touched DF story content and I don’t know when I will.  Will I ever come back and RP in game?  God only knows. In this current state of being,  no. There’d have to be some pretty dramatic changes and events to occur in order for me to be set on a path that would result in that happening, and it’s not a path I feel is open or will ever be open to me. Maybe in a different timeline, or universe, but probably not THIS one. Which is fine, I’ve learned to settle as trying to make things better has uh. Massively blown up in my face enough times for me to realize that ‘better’ is for other people who truly deserve it and I haven’t done anything or been the kind of person who deserves ‘better’. You can’t plant onions next to daffodils and then wonder how  you got poisoned.  But, as I said. Ask box is staying open on this blog if anyone wants IC Khadgar shenanigans, or if you need to know something related to my WoW oc’s for plot hole fillage and what not. Or if you’ve been itching to send me anon hate LMFAO whatever floats your boat, I’m in such an emotional debt you could send me my real name and address with a threat and I’d just shrug and pull out the tea set. Not really sure what else to say, uhhhh. I guess if at any point you enjoyed rping in  game with me, and those memories still make you happy, that’s a win! And I hope those memories continue to bring you joy, even if it’s just a little nostalgic serotonin hit at 3am. I appreciate the time you took out of your lives to play with our blorbos together, and I hope you continue to enjoy playing blorbos with others till the heat death of the universe.))

[tehnakki]

Yeah! We talked about this a lot when doing work with astronauts on the ISS. I worked on both science projects and the ARED (advanced resistive exercise device) and there are a crazy amount of rules around what you can ask astronauts to do in space. Partly it's the fact that they are in a high stress environment but as regular government employees they have all the same rights as employees do on the ground for breaks and time off.

So for their health and safety they were required to exercise an hour a day (not considered part of their work hours). They also worked 8 hours a day Monday - Friday with weekends off (except for mandatory exercise and maintenance chores). But because the kind of people who are astronauts are Type A personalities you regularly run into the issue of them offering to work or extending their work hours to do outreach or tinker with projects. So I ran into the issue where I'd frequently have requests from astronauts for additional troubleshooting steps they could perform while Capcom stared me in the eye and mouthed "don't you dare."

I feel like there's another well known space strike... Possibly something with shuttle astronauts but It's escaping me right now. If it occurs to me I'll reblob again.

Happy Labor Day. Today I learned about probably the first strike to happen IN SPACE.

[mozki]

mutuals reblobbing art that i feel very personally connected to from other people shits me up and hurts my heart actually

[thetinypngs]

🐇~ Intro —

Hello! My name is Cherry or Blossom (both are alright)

Im 20 yro from Brazil, my pronouns are She/Her, Mew/Mews, Meow/Meows and Paw/Paws

My tags:

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Few important info:

My main agere account is @thetinyblossom

This is my PNG and Stim archive side blog

Just follow my DNI, any extra info is probably on my agere main

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Your account doesn’t need to be an age regression related account to interact, just don’t break my DNI or be a NSFW or Kink account and do not sexualize my regression

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[saunne]

[The Dweller]

Saunne ⁕ Unne ⁕ Aiden

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No DNI, I curate myself my own environment. Blank blogs will be automatically blocked.

Asks : Open.

Tag Games/Chain : I will do the ones that interest me, but feel free to @ me.

⁕ Profile picture by my platonic spouse, @aratribow ⁕

[MAIN FANDOM] - HONKAI: STAR RAIL

Multishipper ⁕ Smut Writer 🔞 ⁕ BDSM/Kinks Enjoyer

Remember the three rules of fandom :

Don't Like, Don't Read

Your Kink Is Not My Kink And That's Okay

Ship And Let Ship

[Other Fandoms]

Tokyo Revengers

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Demon Slayer

Haikyuu

Bleach

MXTX works : Modao Zushi (MDZS), Heaven's Official Blessing (TGCF), Scum Villain's Self-Saving System (SVSSS)

Games : Genshin Impact ; Hades ; Stardew Valley

[The Writings]

Original Projects : @erasde + [It's Vampire Time]

AO3 :

[Tags]

#unneism : All my original posts.

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[Unne's Favorite Posts]

Tips on Writing Floriography

Because He Is Nothing If Not Made Of Love [Artist/Writer PVP with @myakkoh and @itsredpaint ]

HSR THEORY - Bailu is set up to fail by the Preceptors

HSR THEORY - PENACONY AND THE FAMILY

HSR THEORY - PENACONY ANALYSIS

About weeding/pruning in libraries

[oknowkiss]

okay now CRY. i am slowly catching up from my time offline and seriously Lor like… what the fuck. how dare you be such a good friend and beautiful person. my real gift is having the privilege of knowing you. you are a lighthouse to my rocky shore. thank you and thank you to everyone in the reblobs who has been so nice. i love you all.

10 incredible fics by @oknowkiss 😘🎈

elaine's work was some of the first to grab hold of my arms and drag me headfirst into the full-on drarry hyperfixation. picking only ten fics I'm obsessed with was basically impossible--how dare someone be so talented??? if you've already read all these, go read the ones you haven't!!

9 to 5 (E, 2K)

Draco Malfoy hates Mondays.

e's microfic may is a genre in and of itself.

Hyacinth (M, 7K)

Draco receives a letter. Inside is a note from a lawyer and a single, purple petal, the same color as the hyacinths his mother used to grow. This is what happens after.

this fic broke my heart. it's so beautiful, you have to experience it to understand.

the long ways (M, 10K)

Five times Harry thought he was seeing Draco for the last time, and one time he didn’t. OR: what it’s like to fall in love, slowly and without realizing it, over the course of 20 years.

Falling in love over 20 years! Need I say more????

draco malfoy's substitute murder service (E, 10K)

When Harry joins the Curse Breakers shortly after his twenty-fifth birthday, he’s surprised to find himself assigned to the Department of Creatures, Cryptids, and Associated Calamities. OR: the one where Draco goes goblin mode, and Harry has a thing for monsters.

who else could come up with something this perfect, strange, apt, hilarious and tender?

a licence to kill (M, 11K)

Draco Malfoy has a licence to kill. Unfortunately, it expired last Tuesday. OR: how Draco Malfoy learned to stop worrying and love form AK-86-G

once again, the world-building this author is capable of in a fic of 11K is beyond comprehension.

any day now (E, 16K)

Draco supposes he should be grateful.  The rehabilitation centres were the Minister’s idea, or that’s what the Prophet said anyway. Their stated objective is simple: to provide a safe space for low-tier Death Eaters and high-tier sympathisers to reconsider the entirety of their life choices. All guests–because no one is a prisoner here, the literature brags–are to be provided with shelter, food, clothing, and the guided support of a Mind Healer via a programme they call “ideological restructuring,” which is, of course, mandatory. 

funny and clever and biting and sharp and a kick to the heart. one of my favorite fics.

Historians (E, 29K)

It’s the Dumbledore’s Army Reunion Holiday, and Harry’s found himself in hot water with his friends once again, after telling them he has a boyfriend he definitely does not have. In an attempt to fix things, he’s made it his colleague on Level Nine, Draco Malfoy’s problem too. Featuring a ski chalet in Switzerland, a pair of bunk beds, and an agreement that should’ve been simple, were it not for all the bloody feelings getting in the way.

I've made it this far into the list without mentioning that elaine writes the. hottest. sex. ever. see: how i raved about this fic when it was still anon.

À Bon Chat (E, 35K)

Draco Malfoy didn’t intend to lead a life of crime after the war. It’s just that being good had turned out so incomprehensibly boring. Now he's thirty-five, a fully redeemed member of society, the darling of the wizarding social pages, and a newly minted consultant for Gawain Robards' Investigative Research division. In his spare time, he enjoys good whisky, casual sex, and moonlighting as an art thief. His biggest score yet is fast approaching and he's got everything planned down to the minute. Everything, that is, until the unexpected appearance of a newly-divorced Harry Potter. Now that Potter's in the picture, Draco's no longer certain if he's the pursuer or the prize.

Cat and mouse Drarry! Art thieves! Such a true delight of a fic.

The Waiting (E, 43K)

It’s been almost ten years since Draco Malfoy disappeared during a routine Curse Breaker training exercise. Harry, his partner in more ways than one, is determined to figure out why. As the past resurfaces and the present fades into confusion, Harry discovers the only thing more unreliable than memory is love.

I can't do justice to this fic with my words (even though I, at one point, tried to). i stayed up all night to read it, crying silently into my pillow. it's an all-time favorite, it is a fandom classic, if you haven't read it i am begging you to (and dm me so we can scream)

The July Tree (E, 51K)

Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail… nor well-meaning friends, nor questionable communication skills, nor seven years of hating each other’s guts can keep Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy from falling in love.

The rec post I wrote for this fic two years ago is as true as it ever was.

[u3pxx]

a little tumbly told me it was @letapollojusticesayfuck's birthday... 🎉

[theallianceofcelestials]

I've decided I shall reblob this now that I'm finally home.

Imma do current timeline, and because I'm not fully caught up on EAPS leave the people in that dimension out, along with like some LAES stuff too, cuz I need to catch up with that as well.

I'll just add a read more thing, so for those who'd rather not, they can skip

The short answer tothat question is chaos, as is natural for TSAMS. It'd most likely happen due to a portal malfunction, and SCP bullshitery combined, so Eclipse can have a very good day when he pops up in a random ballpit in what's clearly a daycare, coming face to face with a version of his uncle that starts screaming at his other uncle because his interdimensional portal, which he put in the fucking ballpit for some reason, acted up and spit some rando out again.

He'd honestly not be surprised if a broom was brought out just so this Sun can bat at him.

The portal, thanks to the SCP bullshitery on the other side, would probably go down and need to defrag or maintanance or whatever, so they can't exactly send him back yet. Eclipse is fine with this.

At first they'd think it's a Solar that managed to climb out the portal this time, especially because he's in the body Solar was in when he died and Eclipse also died in that body too huh, and he's pretty friendly. But then he makes some sarcastic kinda meanspirited comment Solar would never know, and Sun and Moon would both realise it's just a weirdly well behaved Eclipse on their hand, who claims to be a scientist.

Moon would probably have an overexcited and awed minute or two when he learns this Eclipse apparently works for the SCP Foundation, and is quite a high level researcher there. With an SCP family. He'd want to know everything, meanwhile Sun is just kinda standing there awkwardly, unsure. He doesn't know how to deal with this guy.

Lunar, who sleeps in the daycare at the current moment I believe, would obviously walk in that moment, along with Solar who's there to make sure there ain't no trouble because the portal went off from earlier from what he heard and he wanted to check in despite not hearing any screaming. Both would just freeze at the sight of Eclipse, because they would know from just how he holds himself. Because in my opinion, despite being an Eclipse, the Solar variant of that particular DCA branch carries itself differently, probably hunching to look smaller while the more common Eclipse variants take up as much space as they can. And Lunar clearly didn't forget about his first brother at all, especially when he wore that body. Becuase that's the body he was in when he blew Lunar up.

Needless to say, Lunar's introduction doesn't go well, which Eclipse doesn't really understand, but it's also not really his space to do anything about. Him and Solar would be a bit better off after a couple tense minutes, after which they decide the other is fine and they become a bit friendlier.

Because they look like his family, Eclipse is obviously not going to be a dick to them, at least not much more than what he knows his family can handle. He'd also be kinda curious where the rest of the family is, but he doesn't press until a bit later.

Let's just say they theoretically take him back to their home, because if nothing else they'll let him sleep on the couch, and Earth is over currently playing with Dazzle. That'd be another surprise for Eclipse, because he hasn't met his world's Earth yet, and none of his uncles/father said anyhing about a sister.

Earth and him get along like a house on fire, so long as she doesn't try too hard to analyse him. He'd absolutely hate that.

But now Eclipse is in the house with everyone, Lunar and Molten included, and he honestly finds it very weird. He also just wants to go back home by this point.

He helps with making dinner, if only because he's not going to let the person with chronic pain do any of the hard work, he may be a jerk but he has standards thanks, and then tries pretending he doesn't actually want to die as much as he does while he's forced to sit with them for family dinner. He especially doesn't wanna show how creeped out he is by Molten just staring at him, and how out of depth he feels when Dazzle tries to be friendly with him. His only experience with young, child animatronics are the Fredlets, and those kids behave differently.

So he just kinda ignores it all, and then the door bursts open, and there Killcode is in all his worried glory, because apparently the SCPs managed to cross over and are more than ready to reclaim their lost family member.

This'd go down about as well as you'd expect.

Dazzle would be terrified because what in the hell is that, Molten would be ready to protect his friend, and all the adults of the family would just be ready for a fight until Eclipse just hops up, because thank fuck, his family is actually here.

It's all the mushy reunions you'd expect, except they're kinda doing this in the middle of the canon TSAMS house, while the family awkwardly stares.

After that it'd be over with the two Moons. They'd each question the other on the situation, deciding they hate the other instantly, SEA Sun would apologise while trying to tear his brother away from that, Solar Flare and Molten would just quietly stare at each other, SEA Lunar and Canon Lunar would be the spiderman meme after they realise the other is a Lunar as well, Solar would be sniffed by a curious Bloodmoon, which no one aside from the SEA family is happy about, and then all bets would be off once they declear he smells like a particularly oily Eclipse.

If only because Killcode can't help himself and he needs to know this Eclipse is taken care of, SEA Moon has noticed Molten by now and is curious, Dazzle is now surrounded by the curious SCP siblings who're just kinda looking the animatronic child over out of curiousity, Canon Sun would freak out at that despite SEA Sun trying to tell him it's okay, and they're just making friends, and Eclipse would just look in on horror as his family embarrasses itself and by proxy him as well.

He wants to bury himself alive in the garden, and when he looks at the various reactions from the Canon family, he knows they want to as well.

It'd take his all to drag them away. He'd have to beg, bribe them, threaten them and even outright pull the puppy dog eyes out just to make them leave. He'd apologise profously, especially to Earth whom at one point had every SCP touch her hair out of curiousity, and then he gets out of there, swearing to never do anything with his family ever again. He'll move away for sure, change his name too maybe.ű

The Canon family is just left baffled, confused, with extra recipies courtesy of Killcode as a thanks for keeping an eye on his son, the knowledge there're some weird dimensions out there, and some of them even with bitemarks from Bloodmoon. Needless to say, they aren't appreciative. Especially because Solar was almost kidnapped by the well-meaning SCPs

If SEA Eclipse shows up there another time, even if that'd only ever happen as an accident, they'd chase him back in with a broom. He wouldn't need that seeing as he feels stupidly embarrassed, but oh well. To each their own he guesses.

Solar would defenitely wake up some nights tho to a random SCP looming over him, asking him if he's fine and needs anything. He doesn't appreciate the care.

Overall, it'd be a more silly shenanigans thing, at least at first. If SEA and Canon met more to the point they became friendly with each other, then maybe there'd be some more serious stuff relating to everyone's trauma. Until then they'd just be a gag for Solar to complain about, and for Sun to sometimes yell amusingly while Eclipse just groans again at being back in that stupid dimension again

at would happen if the SEA au met Canon sams? :D

That is quite the loaded question there, friend. Especially depending on what point in the timeline the Canon folk are in

Moongleam says she'll answer this question once she gets home. She'll probably edit this to answer you.

[ladyknightleyisundercover]

current phd update: thesis-ing being constantly interrupted by lack of focus due to thinking about crush before catching myself and being extra motivated to work hard on thesis-ing so i can use it to demonstrate to said crush how supremely intelligent i am (lol) so like...it is going, whether it’s going well is debatable