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paintedonmyteeth · 7 months ago

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Mr. Gap as Your Portable BF!

Welp, the people wanted Mr. Gap so I give Mr. Gap HCs (I’ll do Mr. Silvair another time, maybe this Friday or smth), I’m gonna do both a switch of MC and Mr. Gap in the Otherworld and maybe do some sorta twist towards the end like the Blissful Love Life ending from Mr. Crawling’s route except Mr. Gap became a stowaway fbejbfjsndjbsd

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap being the fucking prankster he is, always doing the 'funny haha' because he thinks it hilarious just having a pair of organs for literally no reason. It gets hella annoying at times but HEY! He can be pretty helpful at times.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap is a bit of a braggart I mean like— the guy literally showed you a little newspaper clipping with his face in the photo and just dipped without another explanation.

⭑.ᐟ — Because Mr. Gap’s pretty much able to go wherever he pleases since he’s popping outta nowhere from the holes in the wall, a box, and literally anything that has a gap in it. So he’s got an eye on you at all times even when you least expect it, mostly just watching from places that’s out of your view.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap probably doesn’t like Mr. Scarletella much, the guy’s pretty weird anyhow for actively tracking you in the Ghost Apartments, so he may give a hand every now and then whenever you run into him. If you’re ever near any places with a hole in the wall or a vent of course.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap the first time he’s getting any affection whether they’re like small kisses, head pats, or you try to hug him, he would be a little against them at first tbh. Then he’d disappear for some time then and the next time he shows up he’s asking for kisses or whatever. Major cat behaviour stuff.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap probably appears under the covers whenever you’re dead asleep just to leech off of your warmth, by the time you’re waking up he’s already gone.

⭑.ᐟ — It’s somewhat better than Mr. Gap asking if he could take your fingers, your heart, or any of your body parts, but don’t think he’s gonna stop asking for those.

⭑.ᐟ — Your whole relationship with Mr. Gap at first is kind of questionable at best, there’s sort of a love hate thing going on your end but Mr. Gap doesn’t hold anything against you, he just finds you interesting and fun to tease sometimes.

⭑.ᐟ — Now imagine Blissful Love Life from Mr. Crawling’s route except Mr. Gap decided to tag along unbeknownst to you, you later got a jumpscare from Mr. Gap appearing in a drawer.

⭑.ᐟ — This man’s making an absolute ruckus around in your house, making you go on the wildest goose chase for any of your belongings, it’s even more difficult and annoying whenever Mr. Gap takes something the morning as you’re getting ready to go to work. He doesn’t want you to leave, he wants you to stay. Fuck your job even, those people don’t treat you right anyways. >:(

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap absolutely DETESTS getting bathed, the first time trying to get him to clean up was unsuccessful as he holed himself up somewhere in the walls of your home. He didn’t show up for a day until his mood was less grouchy.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap goes against whatever you tell him to, mostly. But he will listen if you’re that firm about it. He’s DEFINITELY not listening whenever you tell him to stay at home, but it’s too boring at home just staying there with Mr. Crawling! He’ll just tag along with you to work anyways.

⭑.ᐟ — Since your boyfriend (??) is also portable, you can have him chilling in your bag while you go about your day, a nice bonus being he can keep whatever pickpockets or thieves from stealing your things. And nobody would want to touch your bag unless they want to get bitten or lose a finger or their whole hand.

⭑.ᐟ — Your bag is basically a black hole now with Mr. Gap in it, he’ll give you whatever things you’re trying to look for but also keep them from you until you give him a kiss. If you don’t, it’s bye-bye to your wallet/phone for now.

#homicipher #homicipher x reader #mr gap #mr gap x reader #dead’s hcs #fluffies #gn reader

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finniestoncrane · 3 months ago

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🩷 Connie (OC) x Riddler x Boomerang, multi-part fic 🩷 constance dorothea drum (connie/conundrum) is my sorta self-insert OC who i like to put into situations!! i'm finally getting around to writing out her backstory and her love triangle and it is filled with fluff and angst and good old smut based in the arkham!verse in terms of character/place design, but divergent as far as the timeline goes fic masterlist • AO3 link • tag: auc fic • plushie doodles by @/march-harrigan

💚 Chapter 1: The Decision Is Made For You, word count: 2.5k 💚 present day: connie is meeting up with a friend to vent about her life (spoiler: it's not good). she has some decisions to make, which is typically pretty hard from her, so it's a blessing when the decision is made for her... right? request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: angst, career changes, kidnapping, ex-librarian is SUFFERING thanks, boomer and eddie aren't explicitly in this chapter but they will be soon!!

There was no reprieve for the wicked, and even less for the good. That was all she could think of as she looked out the window and to the sky, ruminating on the faux philosophic thought and trying to pretend that her suffering was poetic instead of just shit. Christ, even that was depressing. The endlessly grey clouds were beginning to feel claustrophobic, no longer a blanket of safety, a gothic romance waiting to happen. Now they felt like an old rug, and she was being swept up under it with everything else that was easier to forget about than deal with. Rain drops that might as well have been perpetual tears, rolling thunder like pained groans, gusts of wind a mockery of lamenting wails, and flashes of lightning that reminded her of the beginnings of her tension migraines. Gloomy. Grainy. Gotham.

“Hey! You good, Bubby?”

Despite the sorrowful mood that longed to be wallowed in, it did seem impossible not to smile when Harley spoke, her voice high pitched and lilting on the nickname she reserved for her oldest, continuing, friend. And even though she wanted to remain miserable, to allow herself a little bit of a pity party, Connie found herself smiling in response to the question, hoping that she could convince Harley not to worry too much.

“I’m ok. It’s just the same old stuff.”

Harley reached across the table, bruised fingers with red and black chipped nail polish at the ends delicately gripping Connie’s hand.

“Y’want me to psychoanalyse ya?”

Connie almost regretted the snort of laughter, worrying that Harley might be offended, but she could see by the mischievous grin that she was happily mocking herself.

“Yeah, sounds good. I’ll let the struck off criminal with no medical license poke around in my brain to see if that helps.”

Across the table, Harley shrugged and took a long sip of the colourful cocktail in front of her.

“Couldn’t hurt!”

It was obvious that the matter was going to be discussed, inevitable really. Connie wasn’t getting easily, especially not after how long she’d frowned for as the two of them sat together in the seediest bar in the most dangerous neighborhood in Gotham. “People don’t tattle in here!” Harley had said. The only reason they had to choose somewhere as terrifying, given her new career in criminality. Three very long years had passed since Harley had left the Asylum, following a love that Connie couldn’t talk her out of, chasing a dream that she couldn’t hear anything negative about. There had been apologies, of course, for the fallout of those events, and Connie had accepted them wholeheartedly, not wanting to lose the only friend she had. But it still weighed heavily on Harley, who seemed to have a compulsive need to make sure Connie was happy, or at the very least, surviving.

“The motel. Prices went up again.”

“Well, maybe you gotta move to a worse one. No hoity-toity, upscale, fancy living conditions for you. Bed bugs a must! No view, in fact, no windows! Rooms by the hour, discounts if you clean the mess that the last person in before you left behind! And dinner on us if that mess contains bodily fluids of any kind! Dinner will be provided by the vending machines, $3 dollar maximum .”

“Harley… I don’t think there’s anywhere that shitty even in Gotham. And I really am on the lowest possible rung of the budget ladder. Work is slow, the shifts are almost non-existent at the diner, and-”

“What happened to the cafe?”

“Explosion.”

“Typical!”

Harley rolled her eyes, trying to make light of the situation, but her forced smile turned quickly into a frown when she looked into Connie’s eyes, the telltale shimmer of tears beginning to form.

“Oh, Bubby, no! Listen, why don’t you come stay with me for a while, huh? I’m sure Mister J would-”

“No! No, thank you. I mean, I appreciate it, but I want to… I want to make it on my own. And you keep forgetting that I forgave you. You don’t owe me anything, ok? I’m just glad to still have you to talk to, when things get rough. Or rougher than they already were.”

Harley’s hand gripped Connie’s fingers, a reassuring squeeze that said she understood, but wasn’t quite ready to give up her crusade for punishment for her actions.

“Doctor Quinzel, at your service.”

Connie raised an eyebrow, curling her lips into a silent question.

“Ok, ok! Harley Quinn, at your service . I was good, you know!”

“You were. The best. You still are.”

They kept their grip on one another, two hands reaching across the table, meeting in the middle in a firm but caring grip. They stayed that way for a few minutes, the world around them seeming to disappear. None of that meant anything to them when they could be together. They needed one another, seemingly had done all of their lives, so these moments were like a recharge for their souls. That was until Harley squealed in delight and her hands shot up, dropping Connie’s to the sticky table with a thud. Several of the more intense looking patrons of the bar turned around to eye them up, all of them awkwardly looking away when they realised who the noise had come from.

“Hey! Oh my god! I can’t believe I didn’t think about this before, but it just. Makes. Sense!”

Connie felt her chest tighten. Anything that Harley was this enthusiastic about could only be a bad idea. That was almost a given, and Connie had known her well enough for long enough to see it coming a mile off. But rather than interrupt, she let Harley continue.

“You should get yourself a little criminal gig! There’s always guys looking for new goons. I could make a few calls, see if there’s anything going. What kind of crimes would you be ok with committing?”

“Harley…”

“Oh c’mon! Don’t act like you’re above it. You’re in Gotham, Bubby. You gotta play the game .”

She sat with that thought for a moment. It was the last opportunity available, it seemed. And perhaps she was always heading towards this fate. Like destiny, calling her. No one survived Gotham long, and sometimes the only way to prolong your existence was to fall in with the most lucrative career going. But it didn’t sit right with her.

“Harley, I really don’t think I’m suited for a career in enforcement, do you?”

They both looked at her, sitting there in the booth. Her chubby, rounded face could provide ample opportunity for playing herself down and being an unassuming assassin, but she lacked a lot of physicality. Connie wasn’t strong, and she wasn’t quite as nimble or coordinated as was required. At university, Harley could be seen on weekends doing gymnastic training. And Connie could be found in the audience, cheering her on and managing to trip herself up while clapping. And while she was enamoured by other fat women who were athletic, attending Harley’s roller derby games if only to watch the gorgeous, large women engaging in intensely physical activity, Connie’s body betrayed her every attempt at running or fighting. She’d managed to get a bout of motion sickness from her first go at roller derby, and she couldn’t even muster the grace to walk from one place to the other without tripping or skipping. There wasn’t a lot she could say about herself that was kind, but when it came to her physical prowess, that was where she struggled the most.

“An assistant then! People are always looking for assistants. Answer the phones, smuggle the drugs, sell the firearms, sometimes, if you’re willing, they even need people to-”

“I am begging you not to finish that sentence, I don’t want to know.”

“Alright, alright. But it might be your only option, that’s all I’m saying. I mean, I did, and look at me! I’m… well, I’m doing alright, is the point I’m trying to make! Maybe you should do what I did?”

“What? Fall in love and become a criminal sidekick? Ouch!”

Harley kicked Connie under the table, laughing as she did so, immediately forgiving her for teasing that sensitive spot.

“Not quite , but…”

“Harley, did you learn nothing from our course?”

“I learned plenty, Bubby. And look where it got us.”

There was no arguing with that. Years of hard work, masters, doctorates, the professional progress between them impressive on paper before everything that happened. And yet here they both were. A criminal clown’s chew toy and a soon to be homeless loser. Gotham State University should use them both as success stories in their next newsletter, she thought, managing to find a smile for her own joke.

“Ok, I’m sorry to have to break us up, but I gotta be going. You gonna be ok?”

“As ok as I ever am.”

“And you’re gonna be fine walking home?”

Harley raised an eyebrow this time, aware that while she had a reputation, and her baseball bat, Connie was a fairly easy target for the thugs that lurked around every corner between the bar and the motel.

“I’ll be fine, you go do your thing, but be safe, ok?”

With a gleeful wink, her tongue sticking out of her mouth, Harley got up from the table and left the bar, hood up on her black jacket as she retreated into the cold, wet night. And before anyone could say anything to her, crowding around her either for conversation or cruelty, neither of which she was particularly open to, Connie left the bar as well.

Her coat barely kept the wind and the rain from her, cheap as it was, and it was around two sizes too small, so there was no point in trying to pull it around her for extra warmth and comfort. Her face was damp, the freezing cold gusts biting at her cheeks and nose and lips, the almost frosted rain only salt in those wounds as she tried to keep herself sheltered and covered, foregoing her usual attempts at staying alert and vigilant. She wondered why that might be? Had she given up entirely? Probably. Inconsequential, that would be the way to go. She wasn’t out looking for her exit, not actively anyway, but it happened upon her she doubted she would put up much of a fight.

For the briefest of moments, she considered standing there in the street and yelling to the skies “Just come and take me then! I won’t even make the papers! I won’t put up a fight! I’ve got less than five dollars in my pocket and I’m worth more dead than alive! Come on and put me out of my fucking misery!” but she stopped herself, if only because she knew she would barely be heard above the wind and the rain. And there was also a little part of her that worried who might hear. A claim like that might merit her a little vacation to Arkham, and it was far better to rot in the cold of her shitty motel room than be cooped up in there. She’d witnessed it first hand, it was not an option. Never an option.

As the thought of what it might be like to truly succumb to either death or the asylum, a cheerful focus for her on this dreary night, she had all but given up on watching out for those that lurked. So invested in her own little “this or that” hypothetical was she that she hadn’t heard the faint footsteps behind her. Boots on gravel, the light clanking of metal, the shallow breath of someone trying to conceal their nerves.

Even if she had noticed, even if she’d had time to react, it would have made no difference. Her screams would have gone unnoticed against the driving rain and the background cacophony of the myriad other yells and cries of the streets. And whatever weak puns she could throw at her attacker would have likely missed anyway, a lucky one that landed offering no more than a mild irritation to the situation than a deterrence.

No, it was just Connie, oblivious to everything but her own misery, suddenly experiencing true darkness, before she had even registered the pain at the back of her head, the dull thud almost fictional as far as she was concerned in her unconscious state. And she drifted in and out as she was transported by her assailant until she blacked out entirely.

Her first thought upon waking was disappointment that she wasn’t actually dead yet. It felt like a waste of her time. Her bleary vision steadied, focusing in on the view immediately in front of her. A room lit with almost clinical lighting, but it wasn’t clean and it certainly wasn;t somewhere to receive any kind of treatment. It was damp, worn, clearly long abandoned before Connie was left in here. There was a switch on the wall labelled with a piece of paper, and as she stood up to take a closer look she realised first of all that she was seated, and second of all, that she was tethered to the chair she found herself on. Wrists and ankles and her waist, all bound by leather restraints that were a little too tight for comfort now that she was paying attention to them.

“What… the actual fuck?”

If they weren’t going to kill her, she assumed they were going to torture her, and the thought alone was so absurdly perfect. Of course this is how it would go. Of course her life would end in drawn out, pointless agony. Just like how she’d been living it. And with that thought, she laughed out loud, either trying to find the humour in the situation, or finally losing her mind, she couldn’t be sure which and she suspected it might be both.

“This really isn’t funny, you know. Although, you’ll realise that soon enough.”

The voice surprised her, cutting off her laughter and making her sit up straight, back tense against the chair as she strained her neck to see where it might be coming from, and who it might be coming from. There was something familiar about it. Not a known person, not someone she felt she had heard physically. Something she recognised from a recording, perhaps on the news or from her studies.

Footsteps approached from directly behind her, just out of her line of sight with her neck turning both ways, and as her captor continued speaking, she began to place the elements of speech. The tone, the words, the cadence, the dictation, all of it so obvious when she could dedicate her brain to that alone instead of fear and panic and pathetic self-pity at her less than ceremonious end.

“Allow me to introduce myself, only polite after all. Although, I would expect you would know who I am, after all, I make no enigma of myself.”

#this is so dear to me please be nice and kind and maybe reblog it or read it or like it or pet me on the head #finnie writes #auc fic #the riddler #riddler #edward nigma #arkham riddler #arkham verse #oc #oc fanfiction #captain boomerang #george harkness

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chosen-confessions · 7 months ago

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Hey there. Never made one of these "Rotomblrs" so bear with me.

You can call me S. He/him but I don’t really care. Made this blog because I recently found out there are others like me and my friends out there across the multiverse and, not really surprisingly if I'm being honest, shit sucks for them too.

Since it doesn't look like there's any therapist out there centered around working with (mostly) children who have saved the world and deal with divine responsibilities, I thought at least maybe making a blog like this would help. Feel free to come here to vent about any of your chosen-related frustrations. You’re not alone.

More info under cut.

QnA:

“What’s a chosen?”:

To sum it up, someone who has some sort of special connection with a Legendary Pokémon. The… details of what this entails varies from universe to universe.

“How do you know if you’re a chosen?”:

Like I said, varies heavily from universe to universe. Owning a Legendary doesn’t automatically make you one necessarily, but like, it could depending on how things work where you’re from. I wouldn’t know. In most circumstances I see, telltale signs of being a chosen are usually: Telepathic communication with your patron deity, the appearance of powers, fleshing out, having SOME kind of duty that involves working with your patron in one way or another, etc. Again, these might not be the case at all in some universes, or maybe some are and some aren’t. I really have no way of knowing. Either way, if you think you might fall under this umbrella in any sorta way, you’re welcome here.

“What’s fleshing out?”:

(Warning, this one is gross. Discussions of blood and vomiting ahead.)

Basically the process of… becoming a demigod, for lack of better word. ‘Least that’s what we consider it in my world. Not every universe has it I’m pretty sure, but who knows. The most common symptom of this is… ichor or “god’s blood” appearing in your veins. Which means evicting whatever’s in there right now. Through your mouth, typically. THAT part usually lasts about a night. (I think I’ve seen universes where it also involves growing new body parts similar to your patron’s, but we don’t have anything like that in mine.)

If you have any other questions, let me know. My knowledge is, once again, mostly restricted to my universe, but I’ll try and help the best I can.

About me:

I won’t try and go too much into my personal life, but I’m an adult. Chosen of Lugia, I helped save the world with it when I was a kid. It’s still with me, but still goes off to tend to its own deity business now and then. I’m a Elite Four member, and I have a husband who I love very much. He’s a chosen of Celebi and a Pokéathlete. You might see him on here from time to time, call him E.

I also like Weavile a lot, which explains the profile picture. Might change it to something more fitting later.

Anyways, some general rules: While I might have some decent life advice here and there, I’m not qualified to give out professional therapy advice. Please keep that in mind. I won’t be adding my two cents on most submissions anyways, unless I really think it might be needed. This is mainly a vent zone.

Confession posts will be tagged with #confessions.

OOC:

hi! @scrappyscales here again. thought this type of blog would be fun and relatively easy to run, especially since I have a lot of characters who are heavily involved with the chosen side of rotomblr.

also: I’d like to credit my friend Deerly so the “fleshing out” concept! it something me and a lotta other folks on the chosen discord accepted into our canons, but you don’t have to if you don’t want

same universe as @pinkpoweredpunk !

Pelipper Mail/Variants: ON

Mystery Gift: ON

Magic Anons: OFF

Union Circle: ON (ask me first)

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pkmn rp #intro post #pokeblog rp

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softmeetscreatureplz · 1 year ago

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" My name is Charlie / Enea [and more-]; "

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HAVE I HIT POST LIMIT: NO

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I'm not the best at socializing so please let me know if I accidentally mess up or make a mistake !

Posts made by me/where i talk about lot are tagged #eneas rambles <3 so feel free to go into that tag to see my stuff

[My strawpage!(that i never use....)]

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> Some stuff about me... (please read at some point lol-)

Demiromantic Quoiromantic/wtfromantic & Demisexual alterous attraction ♡ (I always feel like i have too many labels (´－ω－),, this stuff is confusing for me)

He/Xe/It/They/She !~♡ (

(Transmasc leaning, genderqueer flavour (≖v≖ ))

Am plural, so have. A fair number if names. Charlie or enea works for the collective, and if you want more of em feel free to ask !! :3

[Relationships !] ->

Platonically married to @not-so-myconid-witch ; my amazing dearest talented and beloved wife

@echoreadsbsdfics the incredibly talented and awesome Dazai to my Chuuya (/p) :3

[Step] Mom to @thatoneguyfromtheantivoid amazing awesome adorable child ♡♡

[(More) Info about me !] ->

Here is my pronouns page!

Nerodivergent in some type of way; definitely social anxiety/anxiety at the least, plus almost definitely BPD, and autism/other things are also likely. I really don't know what for sure though cause getting any diagnosises is currently impossible 〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜. Also probably have RSD (as moot has pointed out) so unm keep that in mind ig?? (๑-﹏-๑). Does make it harder to read social cues tho, so feel free to correct me if i makr mistakes with things in social settings !!

Bear therian, though its sorta in flux for how steong it is on the day to day (theres a term for that; i do Not rememberit right now however. TvT), Poe fictionkin (from bsd), & carrion monster fictionkin ! ✨️✨️✨️

Proshipper! Sorry if you don't like it. Feel free to block or send hate, idc either way lol ¯\_(ᵕ—ᴗ—)_/¯

Some things I like! ...

Anime, Youtube, & Ao3. The best trio for a sleepless night ;3

Stuffed animals !!! Adore mine so so so much- don't post about rm as much as I should but always happy to ramble about em if you ask !

Writing! I love writing, but I also end up procrastinating a lot, so feel free to send me things to write and pester me about it! ☆

Drawing/painting! I have a lot of fun doing both of these, especially for my fav character(s) (Currently Chuuya Nakahara from BSD) or other things !

Poetry!! I can talk for ages about the implications and themes and meanings and possible stories and connections lol-,, so feel free to ask me !

[Extra ! ...] ->

○ (Post of things to do on a bad night/boring night)

○ Feel free to ask me or send me asks about various plural / system things, especially if you wanna get to know some of the alters and such !!!

○ Common tags: #eneas rambles <3 (<- basic my posts) #charlies mushroom corner ( <- vent), #eneas photography :] (<-my photography), #useful tips!! (<- Useful things ot be saved and used later), #enea is arting (<- my art),

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#pinned post #Spotify #enea rambles <3 #charlies mushroom corner :)#eneas photography :]#charlies blorbo rambles ♡#🦐 pride

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faceless-bugger · 6 months ago

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[!!NEW INTRO!!]

Ever since four years ago, when Bee Boggs was banned, Camp Half-blood has been having a strange 'presence', in the woods.

It's been named many many things, such as;

'The living shadow'

'The all seeing'

'The creature of the woods'.

'The thing of the trees'

But it's more commonly known as; 'The overseer of the forest.'

We've gathered little photo evidence, but here's what we have so far.

Campers have also reported seeing eyes in their shadow, staring at them. What is it? We have no idea.

We assume it has some connection to Nyx, or Demeter, perhaps, but we're unsure.

That is all for this report.

BORING!

That's what they call me, eh? Cool! I'm Bee! Bee Boggs! The first ever person to be banned from Camp Half-blood? That's me! My relations to the gods? I am a champion of Nyx, and devotee to Demeter! My parentage is unimportant. But! You wanna know more? Alright! Just listen up. I'm 20 years old, born on October 19th, 2004. My favorite color is neon green, and black. I was born into a gladiator pit, and saved when I was around 7. The reason for my banishment is none of your business, and my pronouns are He/They. My friends? Ive got a few. Theres @yo-its-reisel , shes practically my little sister. @emdabitchass , Em is.. Something. Interesting. @another-argo.. Argo.. I don't know what's happening to them, but if you hurt them I'll actually kill you. Powers? Oh, yes! I've got some. I can't summon plants. Or, at least.. Living ones. In the darkness, or woods, I can distort myself to look like some sorta monster! Perfect for scaring people out of my forest! I can shadow-travel, and I can turn into a shadow! I can also see everything that happens in the woods. And a few other forests, mostly Florida, my home, and here, of course. I can also give people nightmares if they piss me off. And lastly, I can turn into an owl, moth, spider, and a cat! All the pictures were taken by my bestie Reisel!

(All photos sourced from Pinterest)

And I'm sure there's more, but I'm outta time! Send an iris message!

I remade my intro! And tags-

All posts: #bee does stuff

Asks: #ask the creature

General: #cryptid things

Tags: #summon the overseer

OOC: #irl bee is talkin

RULES ‼️

PLEASE do not vent unless it's a post specifically about venting. It makes me uncomfortable, and I do not know how to comfort people. And for other, more personal reasons.

If you sympathize with Jack, that's fine, but I don't, and if you choose to stop interacting with me for that, go ahead, just please don't try to convince or force me to as well. I'm still trying to process this whole thing.

No NSFW things, please! I'm still a minor, and I find it kinda creepy when people tag me in/ask me NSFW things.

Don't force your beliefs on me. I believe in the Greek gods, and that's that.

Doing ANY of these, will get you blocked.

And now.. MY FRIENDS!

@emdabitchass

@smileyalater

@yo-its-reisel

@another-argo

@reyno-solis-real

@reyna4ever

And so many more!-

Do you dare interact with the creature?

DNI LIST‼️

Transphobes, homophobes, racists, pedophiles, zoophiles, sexists, and basically anyone society would consider an asshole!

And.. Jack Hearth. /gen

#introduction #blog intro

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zuppizup · 1 month ago

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Hi feel free to ignore this and just leave this in your inbox. If you don’t want to talk about the situation anymore publicly that’s fine! You can also delete this too if you don’t like me venting at you.

I’m just thinking about your post and it’s just all sorta crazy to me. I was going to comment under it but I didn’t want to get myself in trouble. I didn’t directly comment on the situation anywhere up to this point.

I blocked the person once I saw them posting full on blocklists and outright tagging people, when this whole situation is literally about them feeling like the anonymized messages were a violation of privacy and trust.

Ik up until now there’s been issues with accepting and tolerating each other in the fandom. But full on isolating oneself from the fandom to prevent having to deal with minor differences in opinion… This is such a low that I don’t even know if they can come back from it. And I was just trying to be so understanding up to this point.

If I’m being honest, I’ve been thinking a lot about blocking them for awhile, since I’ve noticed them policing opinions for a long time in public spaces too (and ik ppl are amounting most of this drama to something that exclusively happened in private and with one falling out). But I’ve always felt like no one else found any problem with how they interacted with other fandom members. So I just assumed I was being insensitive and should wait. And now I feel like I maybe waited too long.

Well. Your post just got me thinking all these things. Idk what I’m gonna do now, but it feels stupid to ignore things with how far they’ve escalated. But I also don’t know if it’s my place to say anything at all. So, just wanted to share that I guess.

Also, Ik it’s their prerogative to block who they want and to handle this situation however they will, and Ik that you want to respect that. So I’m not trying to bad talk them with you cuz you might not totally agree with me on how I feel about them rn and that’s fine. Again… your post just made me think about things and I wanted to share what some of those things are.

Thanks for your thoughtful comments on this sad, drawn out saga, Nonny. I did debate whether or not to post this message, and ultimately elected to respond and post.

I initially was just going to post your message and not add anything of my own, but I’m still dealing with my own complicated feelings on everything and perhaps it’s good to work through them.

Firstly, your feelings and opinions are valid. If you want to share them publicly, you are absolutely entitled to. I do not believe in tiers when it comes to fandom and the tendency for them to establish themselves was really part of the problem, wasn’t it? There are no qualifiers or benchmarks for sharing your opinion on canon or on fanon either. Fandom is richer for having more voices.

My first take away from your comment was that you do fear speaking publicly on the subject. This is my particular issue with insisting people take sides and blacklisting those who don’t publicly denounce the “wrong doers”. People are entitled to have their lines in the sand and they’re entitled to have their boundaries, but part of the issue was people using their influence to silence and police fandom.

I imagine people would insist that that’s not what they were doing, but I think it’s disingenuous to pretend that someone with thousands of followers putting you on blast is not at the very least incredibly intimidating.

As I have said, I don’t agree with posting DMs. I had spoken to Jelly about that, before I was blocked by BNF and blacklisted. I explained to Jelly my concerns with posting DMs and why I was electing to not comment as a result. We both understood each other’s takes on it. We can interact and disagree on issues like this.

I only spoke out when I saw people were being publicly called out for something as innocuous as liking a post and then being blacklisted. While I wasn’t personally in that call out, I knew I was blocked. As someone who posts frequently in the tags, I did not want people to get blacklisted along with me if they just randomly liked or reblogged one of my posts.

There are numerous reasons why people would want to not get involved in fandom drama. And a decent number of people don’t even have clue what’s going on.

As had been discussed elsewhere, this whole issue has been a long time brewing. I am aware people are trying to make it solely about the DMs, but even the DMs are about a pattern of behaviour that has gone back years.

You’re clearly not the first person to pick up on that.

In general terms, I don’t think it’s stupid or naive to see things differently once you look back on them. Despite what people are saying about assuming ill intent, I think most people do generally assume the best in people, especially people who might initially come off as pleasant or easy going. Sure, you might see one comment/post from them that seems a bit… off, but we all have days like that and intent is hard to read on the internet. I always try to account for cultural differences or the fact the person I’m talking to might not share a first language with me. There are lots of reasons why text might come off differently than people intended.

But then it happens again… and again… and again.

Sometimes there’s something that pushes us to breaking point. The straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Then, looking back, well, it all makes sense. The patterns are obvious, but that’s because you have more information. You have data. It doesn’t mean you’re stupid or that you missed something obvious. It means you’re human. You’re giving people a chance.

I don’t think that’s a bad quality to have.

I’m still working through my feelings on everything that’s happened. It’s not at all what I’m in fandom for. And, yeah, I debated posting this, because it felt like dredging up things that perhaps should be let go, but enough people have spoken up, voiced concerns about the policing of opinions, that it felt important to let them know they weren’t alone with those feelings.

Ultimately, I think insisting people pick sides is, yep, dumb. People are entitled to react however makes them comfortable, but so so many people are in fandom to relax and enjoy. They want to read fic about their OTP and enjoy art. They aren’t paying attention to these sorts of dramas and blacklisting them for reblogging a pretty fanart or a ficlet just seems like punishing them for something they may not even be aware of.

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pespillo · 2 years ago

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Hello! I hope u don't mind my questions, but regarding the Emperor's Acolyte AU, is it possible for you to elaborate further about Raine's relationship with King and his position in the Kingdom of the Red Sun? And what of Edric and Emira and their position in the moon court (i think?) I absolutely LOVE the concept and the possible exploration in the day-to-day life of the people stuck within the kingdom, INCLUDING that incredibly interesting play! How did King even find Luz's manuscript, anyway?

first of all just posted smth explaining the militia so i think thats a good point on where to start thinking abt everyone´s places in all this vv

second of all , King´s been around Raine for as long as they been turned into head of the bard coven , King always holds a certain curiosity for everyone in the castle ,but his interest turned further when he took notice of Eda´s relationship with them when he was "kidnapped" in the Owl House for a bit (if you check my #emperor acolyte au tag for a sec youll see a small fic of a scene between luz n king transcurring at that time)

Since King starts seeing the Owl Lady as a maternal figure for him (it sorta starts off as wanting to get something Luz has but really, King just needs honest affection and Eda´s doesnt feel like it has any ulterior motive) , King sorta turns Raine into a royal "advisor" bard figure but in reality he sorta rlly just wants to matchmaking them n Eda so they can form his own idea of a family ,King likes to hear their music before sleeping and they unequivocally bond over extremely similar trauma in the hands of the Emperor´s Coven, to the point it makes Raine feel extremely guilty they didnt try getting him outta it much sooner considering they are realizing this is a 9 yr old whos been treated like a dog by the worse person in the Isles not even allowed to talk to other people besides the Emperor n Kikimora, in a way this guilt drives Raine further to not leave the castle to the small rebellion that Darius n Eber been forming.

Speaking of Darius n Eber, Darius n King has a small confrontation/argument that lead to their leave, Eber at first didnt actually mind the way King was running things since it was all sorta thrilling and battle oriented , but since hes inseparable from Darius he aint gnna be ditching his buddy ya know. Darius was just trying to get information of his old mentor, because King KNOWS about the way he died because Belos told him , at least his own version of it, but the more heated Darius got at King´s avoidance of the details, he ended up saying something that made the kid snap at him like "You care more about your mentor more than Hunter, where is he now? what would your mentor think about the way you treated him up until now?" which pretty much shut down that whole conversation, parting ways.

Regarding Luz´s manuscript, it was unfinished, she wanted to join that writer´s competition just as she did in the original episode but some other adventure ended up calling up to her ,so she just sorta forgot abt it or decided it leave it for other day. When the Owl House got raided by the Emperor´s coven n everything was sent to a warehouse, King came up to that warehouse to get Owl Lady´s stuff n move it into his new castle basically , he came upon it while just looking thru Luz stuff n decided to read it through because hes nosy ( he did the same with eda´s diary before), he´s never rlly been allowed to write his own stuff even when he was taught to write and read, so he decided to take it upon himself to make it "his" novel, and subsequently his play , as a way to vent all out his feelings of the world , his feelings towards Luz and everything else, plus to make a big statement culturally for the Isles.

for Edric n Emira, they were dragged into the Moon Court for Collector´s favor , because they were essentially living around them for a good while before turning into King´s Right Hand . Odalia´s been disposed off but not killed (because Emira convinced em to Not Kill their mom as much as the twins n Amity hate her because thats already so much trauma), Alador has run off to join Darius growing group as a way to find a solution to this whole, mess.

#asks #the owl house #emperor acolyte au #long post

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imagination-overreaction · 1 year ago

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I haven't done an official intro post, and I have no idea what to write here, so...

Hello!

I'm Shrub! I'm an adult, and I use it/he pronouns, no particular preference

Here's some stuff about me!

Things I like, in no particular order:

Team Fortress 2, drawing, Undertale, Deltarune, Blue Eye Samurai, Faith: The Unholy Trinity, FNaF (to some extent), embroidery, Buckshot Roulette, The Arcana (I love to hate it), Will Wood, plant symbolism, SCP (kinda) (mostly just the idea of it), Gravity Falls, Stardew Valley, Empress Theresa (I love to hate it)

How many OCs do I have?

143 147. If you ever wanna know about one, just give me a number and I'll be more than happy to share about that one (or the one after that if that one is boring). I have been coming up with fake guys for about 5 years now, and with all my works-in progress there is going to be more.

Characters are tagged as #oc-name

What am I working on?

The biggest ones are tagged on this post, but if you want more detailed descriptions...

My longest official project that I'm still not 100% sure what format I'll be publishing in: A choose-your-own adventure set in the realm of the fae where you play as Mina, who just tripped into this world and has to get out alive.

Another longer project: A (hopefully) novel titled The Faceless King. It's lower priority, but I have a lot of characters crafted and a lot of setting made, so I might show off some of it.

Short stories (or a long one? Haven't decided) about my OC Chase, a bold and stubborn idiot that bought a really, really cheap house. The house is a demon. Near-death shenanigans ensue, but he is too bull-headed to let some peeling paint get the best of him.

An AU about the same stubborn idiot becoming a Fazbear franchisee. Near-death shenanigans ensue, but with enough duct tape and common sense, anything is possible.

A shorter, personal, sorta-vent-y project utilising the Software Automatic Mouth, as well as a couple of other projects using SAM.

A short story based on "Cabinet Man" by Lemon Demon, from the perspective of the maintenence man that looked inside that thing.

A series of short stories about my OC Abe, an android created by a deity, and how he interacts with himself and the world around him.

The longest silly goofy project that can and will never be finished, where I take my OC Xavier, toss him head-first into whatever media I like at the moment, and make his celestial partners go find him in a sadistic game of cat-and-mouse. Might post some of this if I have parts I really like.

Any questions about the above things are welcome, and I have so many more characters that I'll probably talk about eventually too! I'm still getting the hang of actually posting to tumblr instead of watching and spam-reblogging from the sidelines, but I do plan on posting at least semi-regularly once I can properly wrangly my executive dysfunction.

If you read this far, thank you! I hope you have a good day :]

#intro post #writeblr #asks are always welcome!#faceless king wip #faerie ring cyoa #what a bargain wip

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catboii · 2 years ago

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((just a "little" (ha) update I guess, nothing major, just a note that I'm sorry if I post alot this week with seemingly no regard for my/my muse's vast presence on the dash, or if I end up writing alot of short weird drabbles to vent.... if there's questionable stuff it'll be tagged like always <3

I understand if you need to unfollow me to keep your dash clear for other people if you're mobile etc. or if you need to blacklist my muse's url for a bit if it's overwhelming

After xmas everything may have settled and if you wanna refollow then I'd welcome you back and wouldn't ask any questions. your comfort (whatever that may classify as in the context) is my utmost priority!

normally I try not to clutter, and I try to keep general post reblogs minimal and just queue most of them. I'm just... not doing too good rn

then again it's a 50/50 that I'll be posting nothing at all, just making my muse's presence known if it wants to sorta wave at someone from the depths of my brain hell jail.

I'll still be checking in around xmas stuff bc this muse gives me v happy bubbly vibes whenever I write it and that's honestly what I need rn.

I'm sorry if your muse reblogs/replies to one of mine's posts or smth and I seemingly glance over it. I genuinely just didn't see it. I always try and respond to stuff, or if it doesn't know how to reply I at least acknowledge that my muse saw it by liking it. but I might not have the mental capacity to actually keep up w stuff

...

BASICALLY I'm either gonna be kinda quiet or rly hyperfixated on not being in my own head for the next week or so.

I'm obv stressed anyway bc I need to do xmas shopping still and it's a struggle bc online it probs won't come in time. we're going "late night shopping" on thursday though so hopefully we can get a bunch of stuff then

but mainly an old work friend of mine passed away today. He's been unwell for a few years, and I dunno if he knew what it was and was just keeping it quiet, or if they genuinely couldn't work it out. last I heard he was getting MRIs.

I had a complicated relationship w him (positive) bc he was either bipolar or had BPD like me (although he wasn't diagnosed with either, but it was obvious he at least had bipolar), and if you know anything abt BPD you know what an FP (favourite person) is, and we were sort of each other's when we were working together? I think. like I say he wasn't diagnosed, but it felt like that. we hit it off really quick and were both really comfortable with each other, and he was just the sweetest most supportive person. he was one of my FPs, which basically means my brain was cursed to be in intense friendlove with him. He would tell me that he loved me and appreciated my friendship, was always saying you need to tell people you love them, however you can, however you mean it, because you don't know if you'll ever get to tell them again

he always showed off the little things I made him and made sure everyone knew exactly where he got the silly little origami animals on his desk, or who made his juggling balls that were his favourite thing in the whole world bc I made them for him by hand, and picked the fabric out specifically for him.

One time around xmas, bc of covid, we had these big plastic screen dividers between our desks and I used posca paint pens to draw him a HUGE Robin in a scarf and santa hat (his name was Robin and people always got him little Robin themed things, he loved them) on the one by his manager desk, like a name tag, but Facilities told him he needed to clean it off and chastised him thinking he did it, and you're "not supposed to vandalise work equipment" even though they're literally washable and it was xmas. we were sticking decorations everywhere, how is it any different? but he played along but he was really mad. He didn;t wanna say it was me that did it, because he thought I might've gotten in trouble, but he also wanted to argue that I'd put alot of work into it. I hadn't put that much in, it was just for fun and I liked drawing it, and he got to see it! That was the important part. and I said so. but I cleaned it off and drew him a new Robin on a piece of paper and he kept it at his desk like a retired picket sign, and told the story to anyone who would be polite enough to listen

mostly though, he gendered me correctly (and he was in his 60s so being so passionate abt they/them pronouns was just really sweet, though he was clearly bi but still in the closet, so it was maybe a little projection, in a way, or just straight up quiet queer solidarity), and literally agressively made sure everyone else did too, when he realised I'd been just letting people at work use whatever pronouns, he got really proactive and made sure all my paperwork was marked as "them" officially (with my permission). if anyone misgenered me he would get visably annoyed or disgusted, and there were a couple people who "forgot" (every time) and he actually got angry at them about it and reported them for harassment, which might've been a little extreme, but I honestly felt so validated, and I'm tearing up thinking about it. I don't think anyone's ever fought that hard in my corner, especially after only knowing me for, at that point, less than a year.

We worked together in a couple different parts of the business for a couple years, until some stuff happened that I shouldn't say bc I need my rp blog(s) to stay far away from my professional life, but we were gonna be working together doing something else, but it wasn't his thing, it was stressful and there were other reasons, but he just lost it and walked out.

we had a little joke when we were training before he left, he had this soft toy robin that he let me borrow because I was really anxious, and I gave it a little notepad and pencil and wrote something silly on it for when he got it back each time. usually some out of context joke on what we learned that day, so we could both laugh about it. but when he left I still had it, and I messaged him saying I would get it back to him sometime, but he said to keep it to remind me of him.

I put it away to keep it safe, but I'm gonna have to go and find it, because it's one of the only physical things I have left of him.

#ooc post.#.vat file #rl illness ment-#rl death ment-#readmore.#I think I'm ok for now. I'm sorry about the stuff mentioned at the top but I'm not sorry this post is so long. for once.#you don't have to read it. but if you do? then hey. thanks. we're besties now.#I had a little rant about him and it's cathartic but I'm trying not to break down tbh #I think just expressing how much I loved him helps. he was just. so pure and wholesome in reality.#always showing how much he appreciated people...

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