#rune's askbox

[runeberry]

Midnight for Scylla and Nightmare for Cirné!!

GOING RIGHT IN FOR THE ANGST I SEE

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

Scylla: All of the above. Doesn't matter the 'verse, Scylla always has plenty to worry about. She has nightmares about her parents (who's faces she can't really remember), nightmares about losing Jevan, nightmares about making the wrong choices and getting herself or her loved ones hurt- or killed. She hates being a leader- what if she makes the wrong decision? She's a street urchin who got lucky- what if that luck runs out? She can't hesitate, she can't second guess herself, there are too many lives counting on her. What would happen if she wasn't there though? What if, what if, what if.

To distract herself, she'll check over her kit- test and sharpen daggers, run her own sort of drills, haunt the streets, or get drunk and find a brawl. Hard to worry about things when you're plastered and getting thrown on the ground. Long years of thieves' guilds, and running on the wrong side of the tracks means she knows someone is always awake somewhere. Please get some better coping mechanisms, babe.

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

Cirné: :)

Cirné dreams about dying. He dreams of frigid water, calm and smooth as glass, enveloping his ankles, and of walking deeper. He dreams of fingers reaching through the earth, grabbing at his hems, calling him down to them. He dreams of veils of fog, trees with dark tendrils, faces looming from the beyond, surrounding him, he doesn't know which way is North, or up, or down. He feels like he's drowning. He's sleeping. He's clawing for a way out. He has no voice, or perhaps no one hears him. It's okay, he will sleep. The water is safe, and the night loves him. The cold is temporary. It's okay.

Nightmares? What nightmares? Don't mind the bags under his eyes, he's just a night owl. Sometimes he sleeps restlessly, but it's okay. Cirné tries not to bother people with his sleep troubles, they really aren't all that important, he's managed before; but he will admit the dreams are sometimes unsettling and leave him wrung out, but only if he's close to you. Otherwise, he suffers in silence, and pastes a smile on his face. They're only dreams, after all.

[pastelrune]

Pop on over to the ask box and give me some ideas if you'd like!

More quilting? More painting? More misc crafts? Lemme know!

[girlstressed]

🤔🤨 ayo did Jacob Elordi just DM u??? Saying he wished Barry Keoghan was u?? 🤨🧐🧐🧐 and that they should reshoot the entire film??? And re-distribute it across 1000+ theaters on the globe?? 🤔 am I hearing my sources correct?

-rune (trust me I inside details)

this is real call all the tabloids and paparazzi jacob knows a star when he sees one

[swiftscion]

Though she would have loved nothing more than to treat her daughter to a full breakfast in bed as Larcei did for her, the fact is that she must refrain from doing so when the girl’s bedroom is shared with her brother. If only Scáthach did not loathe her she would regale them both, but there is no use in lamenting. Instead she frees up the whole day to spend with Larcei — as she, regrettably, did not think to do on the occasion of her own birthday. Now is her chance to make up for that, and for so much more.

She finds her daughter early in the morning and waves as she walks up to her, a small box in the other hand. Larcei would likely not care for wrapping and so she hasn’t bothered with it, but the box itself is a luxury item: Crafted out of fine wood and covered in purple velvet with gold trimming, when opened its lid reveals not one but two pairs of bracelets. The four are also made of gold and meant to be worn crossed over, to match Ayra’s own. Alongside these, the box contains a pair of diamond earrings as well as a wooden horse, perfectly crafted.

“Happy birthday, my darling,” Ayra says by way of greeting, embracing the shorter woman with one arm and kissing her on both cheeks before presenting her with the still-closed jewelry box. “I know you do not care much for your title, but… Well, I regret that you could not be brought up with the comforts that it entails, and I thought…” She’s floundering, and she hates that she is. She thought, of course, that she might give the girl a gift to make up for it. It didn’t occur to her until now that Larcei might not like that. “You had the best upbringing possible under the circumstances, of course,” she adds quietly. “I only…” Trailing off, she reaches to cup Larcei’s cheek. 

In the silence, she elects not to explain the wooden horse at all: She carved it herself to give to a daughter far too old for such toys, simply because she missed the chance to do so before. Gods know Larcei does not think she needs to make up for anything, though. So she leaves it unsaid, instead only smiling and running her thumb over the girl’s skin. What a blessing it is, to be able to touch her at all. Even now, Ayra could weep for joy. But the child still does not know, and so she keeps her death to herself, too. This is a day for lighthearted pleasures.

“While I tried to give you my bracelet in the real world, it went… Rather poorly,” she laughs but provides no further explanation, deciding to spare Scáthach the embarrassment in case he hasn’t told his sister. “So I thought I might as well keep my pairs and give you ones to match instead. Of course, they can be worn as anklets too. I understand if you would rather not look any more like me than you already do.” With another laugh and a wink, she reaches to place an arm around her daughter’s shoulders.

“Now, dear, my whole day is all yours. We can do whatever you like, really. I thought perhaps we might have some tea… I still have a few of the blends I brought here from Isaach. Oh, but of course the call is yours.” She smiles fondly, recalling Larcei’s words two moons earlier. (Not that she could ever forget them.) “I’ll do everything you could wish for your mother to do, hmm?”

//via totally-on-time birthday asks; definitely not accepting !

Larcei would have looked prettier if she had died in her sleep.

Instead, her mother breaks her down into a crying mess. It starts gently, with a wave and a quick “G’morning!” exchanged for her greeting, but time can only delay the inevitable melting of her heart when she sees the gift box. It isn’t that she had forgotten, or thought her mother negligent enough to do so, but nineteen is a big number. Nineteen missed birthdays, nineteen of each holiday spent with Scathach, nineteen years of progress–of first steps and first words, first letter penned and first soldier struck down by the song of her sword. All evaded Ayra’s eye. And the worst part? In the end, she was fine. Larcei survived and fought back, Larcei became the maverick of Astra that she is now and, had Ayra forgotten, would have still drawn breath tomorrow.

She hates that things would have only hurt the same if her mother disappeared again. 

And so, her cheeks swell. Waterskins far too full of midnight’s stream, they bloat with unshed tears. There have been so many days of longing that she had let herself forget what life was like without it, and nothing is a harder testament to this fact than what she sees in front of her. Weak, yet-to-be-gloved hands stretch to take it, and as they make contact, a silent prayer is said that Scathach isn’t watching. 

She tries to hold herself back–she really does–but with her face pressed against the neck of her mom, and the warmth of the brighter star encompassing her, body and heart, the reservoir beneath her eyes opens up. She dampens Ayra’s clothing with her tears, taking time to listen to the broken-up, discordant sound of her voice trying to find the right words for the occasion. She hugs tighter. It could come out of her mouth like hogwash, and Larcei would still cherish it. Nothing else sounds more like home, after all, and she can tell that there is an otherworldly level of care being put into today. That there is the insurmountable burden of being abandoned Larcei’s long-lost mother is not something Ayra can be blamed for, so her daughter doesn’t. 

One by one, she addresses the many topics brought up by Isaach’s finest, but only after running her face dry, and choking down sniffles between each sentence, “... I get it, okay? You… You just want everything to be perfect for me. ‘Cause I’m your daughter, and you’re my mother, and nothin’ out there’s gonna change that.” Wrenching herself out of the woman’s grasp, she creates enough space between them to open the box. Through glassy eyes does she marvel at Ayra’s creation, holding each gift between her fingers like masterpieces. “But this is enough. We’re a family again, and that’s all I’m ever gonna need.” 

Lucky for the both of them, the Comet is still in her nightwear. She hasn’t put on her own, characteristic set of earrings, and so slips the gifts on in their place. And they shine there, dangling from her ears. They’re a little heavier than what she’s used to, and the shape might smack her against the cheek if she darts around too quickly, but with what Ayra said about her title, Larcei knows what she’ll use them for. “And hey, we’re going to have to go back home someday. I can’t escape bein’ a princess for long, especially now that I don’t have a reason to with you here.” 

The bracelets then take the place of her gloves, and she seats ear earrings with her palms to show the entire ensemble off. A shuddered laugh asks what she thinks before she addresses her inherited visage. “What’s the matter? Scared your daughter might start lookin’ better than you if she dresses nice?” The obvious tease is punctuated by a jab against the swordswoman’s side. The comment about the ‘real world’ escapes her, as does the meaning of the horse, but she does ambiently wonder if it had to do with any of the dreamscapes they had been fighting in.

“Tea’s good, and I’d like a battle where we don’t hold back so I’ll know what I’m up against,” she answers, in response to the final question, “but… There’s one other thing…” 

Larcei is a child again. She has just woken up in Tirnanog, to the smell of potatoes on the stove and the sound of wood meeting wood outside. Someone’s sparring, and she needs to spring up to join them. Maybe today will be the day–maybe red oak upgrades to gray steel as she is finally allowed a proper battle. And when she’s done, she’s sure breakfast will be finished. She kicks herself out of her cot, the pitter-patter of her feet sure to raise hell with all the adults who want to keep them hidden, and just as she’s about to reach the door, she’s stopped. 

“When I was little, Lady Edain used to do this thing for me every morning.” Her voice strains timidly, the decorated Larcei now holding her years-old hairbrush in her hand like a piece of incriminating evidence. Seating herself at her desk, her eyes glance at Ayra. “She’d sit me down and brush my hair, tellin’ me that I’d need to take care of it if I wanted to look like your daughter.” And now that she’s thrusting the brush toward her mother, she cannot bear to look her way. Blood paints her cheeks a rosy pink. “Except… Kid me would wish it could be you there, instead. I think, um…”

“... I think I want to make her wish come true.”

[kindlystrawberry]

hi ben!! if you're still doing those comfortable intimacy drabble prompts how about dylas and arthur for [ tuck ] sender tucks receiver into bed ? :o)

Writing Prompt (accepting!) A/N: Hello!! Yes, of course! I haven't written for these two before, so I'm excited to try. Thank you for sending in the ask! Sorry for the delay in responding, but I hope you like it :)

Dylas stands a few feet from Arthur's desk, with a heavy sigh and his hands on his hips.

At Porco and Meg's insistence (though he would've done it even if they hadn't asked him to) he had come to check on Arthur, since the hour has gotten quite late and there was still no sign of Arthur having emerged from his office, even though he had promised he'd call it a night and rest about two hours ago.

Now here Dylas stands, watching where Arthur's sleeping form is hunched forward in his chair, his head tipped to the side and the fine curtain of his blonde hair cascading around his elegant facial features.

What am I going to do with you? he thinks.

Immediately he knows what he should do, though his cheeks redden at the thought. Still, Dylas's own neck aches just at the sight of Arthur's current sleeping position (if someone could really call it "sleeping") so he knows what he has to do. After surreptitiously glancing around him just to make sure no one's going to pop out from behind a filing cabinet and tease him, he moves to stand next to the desk and chair.

He sets down the plate of onigiri he had brought (making a mental note to come back and store those in the fridge later) and gently shakes Arthur's shoulders, though to no avail. The blonde is breathing evenly, but his eyes remain fluttered closed. That in and of itself is a sign of how exhausted he must be, since usually Arthur's quite the light sleeper. From this close, Dylas can also see the pale sheen of Arthur's skin, looking colorless even for him.

Idiot. Working too hard. Again.

With one final sigh, Dylas moves down to pick Arthur up, looping one arm around the man's thin but broad shoulders, and one beneath the crook of his knees. Unsurprisingly, Arthur ways just about as much as a feather and a half.

Needs to eat more, Dylas thinks, feeling his own brows furrow as he makes his way up the stairs connecting Arthur's office to the bedrooms.

Peaking his head up the staircase first, the coast seems clear enough. With something of a relieved breath, Dylas tiptoes towards Arthur's door, and then does his best to nudge open the door with his hip without hitting Arthur's head against anything.

The room is as impeccably neat as it always is. Dylas doesn't have the free hand to turn on the lamp, so the only source of light is the moonlight filtering in through the window. It casts a near-radiant glow across Arthur's face as Dylas lays him down in his bed, briefly mesmerized by the way the soft glow renders Arthur's high cheekbones soft, how it softens out his already smooth skin.

Doing his best to be careful, Dylas pulls the sheets out from beneath Arthur to lay him underneath them instead.

He makes to just past Arthur's calves when the blonde stirs, with a half-asleep murmur that sounds almost like a question, though it's so soft that it makes Dylas's heart nearly melt.

"Office?" Arthur asks, eyes blinking hazily in the dark room.

"Shhh," Dylas says, now less careful and more embarrassed as he pulls the sheet past Arthur's feet and then tucks it over the man's chest. "Stay asleep. You need it. Your work can wait."

Arthur doesn't put up any protest, except for the slight furrow in his brow.

Dylas stares at him for a moment, trying to figure out what to do-- and then he notices the thin silver frame of Arthur's glasses is still on his face. Gingerly-- knowing how much these things mean to the man-- Dylas takes them off the bridge of Arthur's nose, folds them, and sets them on his nightstand.

Though he's clearly still barely conscious, Arthur's smile tips up into the gentlest of smiles, nearly as watery and ephemeral as the soft haze of the moonlight filtering in.

"Thank you..." Arthur murmurs, as Dylas reaches past the bed to close the blinds on the window.

With no one to witness his blushing face-- not even the moonlight-- Dylas mumbles back, "No problem."

[dragongirlclawtoes]

You should spend more of your time learning how to draw. You'll be doing yourself a favor.

you'd think that, but it really isn't so simple. it isn't the lack of knowledge that stops me, it's knowing that whatever it is I want to draw is far beyond my ability to draw well, even when I really want to.

however, thanks for this ask, since it put enough spite-juice (non-malicious) in me to make a *half-attempt* to draw one of my new OCs. in pen. on cardboard, since that was easier to source (and work on, turns out) than paper. see the result and my thoughts on it below the cut.

[the-bed-gremlins-reading-list]

I'm looking at doing some edits to the first chapter while I'm in the guts to fix the pronoun system. (Edits planned at the moment include expanded time prior to Ausones' fall, a better and more in depth customization scene, changing the pacing a bit so players can meet their mother and have more time to get to know their new family, and a chance to just be a kid again playing with Rune and Auberon.)

While I'm doing that I figured it would be a good time to add new races if anyone is interested. (I haven't decided if phobias will be expanded from the current four or not.) So this is an interest check as to which ones people would be interested in.

[rinadragomir]

Ok, I want to start off by saying that I am a fan of all arts and am so appreciative of the time, passion, and work that goes into any kind of content creation.

I am also very particular about when it comes to art. There are mangas, comics, animated works that I have difficulty reading/watching or will not read/watch if I'm not a fan of the art style.

And as an artist I understand that art is subjective and not everyone likes it. Just as I recognize that not everyone likes my particular art style and that's ok. (Not trying to have people come for me like I’m trashing Charlie’s art cuz I am 10000% not.)

Charlie does amazing work and I like it, but it's clear that her style has changed (as most content creators do) since the TLH portraits she did and the pieces that are going in the journal for CC's new kickstarter. I'm a self- taught artist so terminology isn't my best, but her style now is giving semi cartoon realism, but airing on the side of the cartoon more now.

I feel that my unpopular opinion is that I'm not a huge fan of it. I really like the TLH portraits she did of Matthew, James, Christopher, Thomas, ect, but idk there is something about these new portraits in her style that I'm just not liking. Her lines are much sharper now, darker, more profound and it feels like all of the face shapes/ jaw lines are basically the same (and I know I have no room to talk since I draw in an anime style so one could argue all my lines look the same).

and I'm NOT saying that they are carbon copies. Jem clearly looks different from Will down to his eye shape which is amazing and looks great. But idk...maybe part of my disliking is also the inconsistencies? and I'm using that term lightly...but like

Clary's hair looking straight when it's very canonly curly. Alec and Magnus having basically the same haircut... (I’m not the best person to speak on Dru…but CJ’s flower card is different and feels more like how she’s described on the book). The lack of and absence of runes... and I know all of that can be personal preference/stylistic choice. After all, art is subjective and based off of the artist's interpretation (for the most part anyway) but I'm a stickler for details so it bugs me…

And I just liked the softness/ more realism style of the previous portraits Charlie has done for TSC than these newer ones. These new ones are nice and I do like them…just not as much…and there are some that I don’t like at all.

Thanks for reading my ramble 😂 I hope it made sense

Summary: I like Charlie’s work, but am not a huge fan of these new TSC portraits.

BESTIE I'M ABOUT TO CRY😭THE WAY I ASKED YOU MYSELF TO EXPRESS YOUR FEELING IN MY ASKBOX AND THEN FORGOT ABOUT IT

Okay okay, SO! You're so brave for saying this, LIKE YES WE'RE BEING FED, thank you for the content for our dying fandom, but damn...

Allow me to also start with: WE LOVE YOU CHARLIE, WE JUST LOVE TO COMPLAIN🥺

I can understand Clary's hair, she could have styled them, I understand few runes on James, maybe Cassie didn't clarify that BUT WHAT ABOUT THESE😫the first one looks like a dream and the second one... I'm not sure, it feels like sth is wrong about it but I'm not an artist and I can't say what exactly is off

BUT SOMETHING IS OFF RIGHT?

One time she nails the character completely and the next time BOOM JUMPSCARE

Is it Cristina? Is it... who's it😳 it can't be Dru

But also I can't blame Charlie, I mean I also prefer her old style, but I'm mostly confused by Cassie. Like...you paid for the work and had a chance to correct the artist or clarify some details about the characters but...you saw this and went YEAH THAT'S WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR, NO, NO NEED TO FIX ANYTHING IT'S ALREADY PERFECT

Girl—

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

The official Genshingorls Waifu Tier List

So, I've had you all answer a lot of polls that tells me what a good percentage (of the ones that voted anyway) like, but I never really went into detail of my personal preference/hot takes.

It's time to unveil the curtains, and see how much respect I lose from ya'll! (My takes are 100% objective btw)

Doesn't really correspond to how much I enjoy writing them, solely on a scale of whether I'd date them or not.

Also, a comment by a friend:

=== Tier explanation:

You don't know her but trust me she's god tier - Not in the character list I write for but by god do I love them PUT THIS RING ON - 100% would marry on the spot IRL Dating Material - Like them a lot, but missing a little something. MY BESTO FRIENDO - "A staff of friendship. "We should be good friends" means she doesn't want to date you." - Rune Factory 4 No - Wouldn't date/Not at all my personal taste "Boss, those are just kids!" - Self explanatory, hopefully.

Let me know if you guys agree/want to now leave a pipe bomb in my inbox! I think this is the first time I've been this straightforward how I feel about a good chunk of the characters I write for on this blog. ===

Genshin Impact:

If some of you are wondering why I don't write for "x" character from the newer regions, that dark green tab should hopefully explain a LOT of things.

Under the cut for even worse takes!

Persona 3/4/5:

Besides the Genshin one, I feel like this list in particular will get me shot on the street. And Minato shouldn't even be here, but I love him as much as Minako.

Girls' Frontline:

Is my type showing yet? Because I feel like the Raifus should be making it VERY obvious of who I lean to.

Fire Emblem Engage:

Rosado my beloved. That is all I have to say.

Fire Emblem Three Houses:

No one will ever beat my first love that is Ingrid, because she critted Dimitri and Solo'd Rhea after everyone died, saving my ass in my Crimson Flower run.

Trails of Cold Steel:

Man, I really need to write for Cold Steel more. They've been rotting in the askbox for a while now.

Rune Factory 4:

NANCY, MY LOVE, MY LIGHT

Rune Factory 5:

Megan T. Harvey also voiced Towa from Cold Steel, which is why I gunned it for Priscilla INSTANTLY I first played 5. Then Scarlett dropkicked her out the way.

[runeberry]

HEY! YOU! 🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂

Thank you for all the cake, 'nonny!! I'll just be over here in the corrner, devouring it. ♥

[pastelrune]

afshdhafags someone is gonna think ypur quilt pattern is swastikas

Hey 'nonny,

I am going to assume you mean the Flying Dutchman pattern, which is not my design- it being my most recent quilt post. I'm going to hope this ask was in good faith, but I'm also a little confused about that reading of it, as pinwheel-style patterns are used often in quilting, and I haven't heard of it being used in such a manner before.

By all means, if there is something in quilting history that refutes that, or this is a common reading of that, please let me know. I'm just a little baffled how that comes across without an intentionally bad faith take.

Just in case I haven't made it clear before, this blog is anti-nazi and hates fascists.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @happypup-kitcat24! This looks fun!

Askbox Suggestion Tag

Rules: Send me a short prompt for some of my characters, and I'll write out a little scene for you :)

Feel free to send in anything except heavy NSFW. Fight scenes, interactions, fluff, angst - anything you like! Feel free to pick from any of my characters. Their big intros are pinned in my bio, but I'll put little blurbs for them under the cut.

I'll tag @watermeezer @kaylinalexanderbooks @somethingclevermahogony @mk-writes-stuff @mysticstarlightduck and anyone else who wants to jump on!

I'll just keep these to the HO and MG casts because I'm not super confident with the Starbreaker crew's POVs yet, but take your pick!

Izjik is a brawny, determined catfish selkie with a caring heart despite her scarred exterior. She's close with Twenari (basically her adopted child), Sepo (wildly codependent QPR), and Djek (combined braincells of -1). She is also cursed to be the living embodiment of a godkiller.

Sepo is a grouchy, highstrung siren who has Opinions on music and will cut a bitch for any reason. His found family consists of Izjik (his other half), Twenari (his fellow introvert and ward), and Djek (annoying little brother figure). He had his tongue cut out for heresy when he was seventeen and has never looked back since.

Twenari is a twelve-year-old sorcery prodigy and professional old soul. She has the cunning and pragmatism of a premier smuggler, which, of course, is who she was raised by. This was an unhappy childhood though, so she ran away and was taken in by Izjik (her confused but supportive big sister), Sepo (her closest confidant and protective big brother), and Djek (her coolest found family member)

Djek is a terrible sorcerer, but a great thief. He covers his deep abandonment issues with humor, and his sensitive heart with a shell of bravado. When he had a falling out with the gang he was a part of, he was taken in by Izjik (his role model, even if she's a little stupid), Sepo (his favorite person to annoy), and Twenari (the coolest, weirdest little sorcerer he's ever met)

Astra is a braggart of a rune mage who can't keep from helping the downtrodden no matter what. Her prickly shell of overconfidence comes from a deep sense of inferiority due to how she was treated for her low birth. Her friends and allies include Mashal (she's so in love with him, but woefully oblivious), Ivander (she loves to hate his guts), Elsind (honestly, they're mostly Mashal's friend), and Avymere (scary former boss).

Mashal is a former human knight trapped in the body of a robot after some unwilling experiments, his memories removed along with his flesh. He has a kind heart contrasted by an almost inhuman desire for revenge. He is the type to give someone the shirt off his back. Among his friends are Astra (he's in love with her, but too self-conscious to say), Ivander (he's certain the guy has a soft heart in there somewhere), Elsind (highly protective and sees a lot of himself in them), and Avymere (scary, but very damaged)

Ivander is a gossiping, selfish detective with a curse that slowly and painfully turns his flesh into mist as a result of violating the divine contact his family is all signed to. He's got expensive taste and crippling intimacy issues. Among his friends are Astra (she's rube and annoying, but funny) and Mashal (that poor idealist is going to get eaten alive). I can't honestly say he's ever met Elsind and Avymere.

Elsind is a changeling who went from an abused jester to a revolutionary. They're a bit of a chatterbox, very nervous, and highly empathetic. Their friends include Astra (mostly knows her as the cool lady they're trying to set Mashal up with), Mashal (everything they could live up to, but also someone who needs help), and Avymere (evil noble, but maybe not so bad)

Avymere is the heir to the elven city of Salis and takes this duty very seriously. They're a skilled spy and rarely show an honest face. They also enjoy martial arts. Allies include Astra (that witch who used to work for them), Mashal (sweet, but there's something suspicious there), and Elsind (misguided rebel, but maybe they have a point)

Have at it :)

[girlstressed]

I will happily steal ur identity and make a long flight to take ur ecology exam if u do the same for me & my trig exam 👁️

-rune (genuine offer)

rune please . ill even pay for the ticket

[skydemonizark]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers 💜💜

Video games (currently playing so much Stardew Valley and terraria, but story of seasons, rune factory, and dragon age always bring me joy)

Manga/ webtoons (mainly bl, but anything with any kind of supernatural/ fantasy/ or sci-fi elements are my jam. Also everyone needs to read from far away it's the best manga I've ever read and not enough people appreciate it)

Youtube (so many youtubers make my day better, tho rn I'm binging so much drawfee)

Dropout (kinda youtube adjacent but since they aren't on there much anymore I'm counting them as separate. My fav series they do is game changer, make some noise, and um actually)

sweets (literally anything with added sugar that doesn't give me a headache (so no dark chocolate or citrus baked goods))

[koumei-mei]

PINNED POST

Greetings! I am Kōmei. (you may also call me Koumei if a macron accent is unavailable)

IMPORTANT: I'm 21. My blog is minor-friendly and free of explicit content but I would still advise some basic discretion. Also, this post might be UPDATED in the future, so look forward to that.

Pronouns: they/them

Askbox Status: Open. (but please do not send donation asks; I can't donate to you and I can't verify whether you're a scammer)

Location: Irrelevant. Please don't ask.

Aesthetic: OMOCAT-coded quirky black cat.

Hyperfixations: Undertale (all-time), Deltarune, Minecraft, Sonic the Hedgehog (sometimes).

Favorite UTDR fanworks: Undertale Yellow, Deltatraveler, Twin Runes, and others I could only mention if you asked me directly.

Interests/Hobbies: Mainly roleplaying and writing, but also discussing community topics and creative ideas with others. Roleplays a lot in Discord. Sometimes plays videogames.

Creations/Projects: [1] I have an UTDR sprite comic! [2] I have an Undertale Yellow Tumblr community! [3] I have OCs!

Project Considerations: [1] I'm currently working on something big for my UTDR sprite comic, though I could really use some help with keeping production up. Being a one person team is hard... [2] Planning on doing more stuff for the UTY community beyond just reblogging UTY posts into it. Would be nice if more members posted more often. [3] I want to create a separate blog for my OCs where people will potentially be able to ask them questions. Haven't been able to figure that out though.

Music: VGM, electro swing, indie, classical, ambience, lofi, rock, j-pop.

Colors: Black, gold, red, navy blue, purple, royal purple.

Tumblr Mutuals: @maytales @redhoodangel @dwaginator @unoriginalitism @tragedysys @cieloski3s @a-legacy-not-to-be-forgotten @floweycidal

Socials: Bluesky (koumei-mei.bsky.social), Discord (koumei_mei), Reddit (koumei_), ArtFight (_koumei_), Youtube (Kōmei)

Birthday: January 11.

Misc Facts: I'm autistic. I'm not clear about what side of the autism spectrum I fall on; This blog is mostly full of reblogs, which is why I'm planning on creating separate blogs dedicated to my creations, so do look forward to that as well; I may be a stupidly difficult person to deal with so please bear with me; I'm an UTDR newsletter Truck Freak.

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Hi Kai! 🩶

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers!

Hi Ace!! 💛 This is so cuuuuute!

Cats 🐈‍⬛ All cats, but especially my own three kitties.

Reading 📖 I love to read books, and have my own little reading nook.

Video Games 🎮 My favorites are Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Persona, Fire Emblem, Rune Factory, Story of Seasons, and Sims! (though there's a lot more that I love.)

Friends 💖 I love to meet people through shared interests and fandom. I love chatting, reading what they write, listening to their ideas, hearing about their self-ships, silly sweet little interactions online, anything!

Self-Shipping 💞 Self-shipping is something that has been so healing for me personally, and that I've been fortunate enough to experience and share with so many others! While I absolutely love indulging in my own self-ships, it is even better with friends.

Special Mentions: Rainy Days, Writing, & Vinyl Records